COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

Laphroaig was unmoved at all, and even had a rare smile on his face.

"Wouldn't that be better?" he asked rhetorically.

The next moment, he took a few steps up the steps without hesitation and came to the door.

Then he opened the door.

Kitagawa Murakami glanced at the door that was pushed open. As expected, the door was clean without any dust.

Even the carpet behind the door is clean and looks like brand new.

All kinds of furniture in the room give people a sense of splendor and luxury.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is not these extremely expensive furniture at first glance, but...

The figure was tied up and thrown on the carpet.

Beichuancun silently carefully looked at the figure who was tightly tied up, even wearing gloves and an electronic collar around his neck, and his expression gradually became subtle.

Goug out your eyes and pull out your tongue.

That's a robotic arm.

No wonder he didn't cover his mouth obviously, but the other party didn't make any sound.

"...Rum?" Laphroague slowly lowered his head and stared at the figure on the ground seriously.

"This is not the way to treat guests." Kitagawa Murakami looked at the figure that suddenly appeared, but he was a little surprised by the way the other party appeared, but not by his existence.

Of course, Laphroaig was not one to be obedient. He rushed forward without hesitation and gave the opponent a roundhouse kick.

Laphroague stared at the opponent for a long time, then chose to turn around and leave.

He was kicked and his arm was broken off.

"I'll see if I can find someone else. He belongs to you." Laphroaig didn't even bother to look at the figure on the ground. He raised his head and looked around at the surrounding situation, then walked towards the stairs.

There was a sudden sound above the corridor, and a grid opened.

"Is this rum?" Laphroaig's face was full of annoyance.

The guy behind him must be a secretive guy. Since he doesn't want to show his face, forget it.

In this case, there is no need to waste time with the other party.

"Leave it to me..." Kitagawa Murakami squatted down and sighed.

"If I remember correctly, he is Rum." Kitagawa Murakami's tone was also a little subtle.

Rumor has it that Rum is a one-eyed dragon, but the man on the ground is blind in both eyes, and they can still see the remaining blood marks on each other's faces, as well as the ferocious outward flesh.

I always feel that it is a bit embarrassing to tell about the fact that I was almost beaten to death by such a person.

Simply put, they are accomplices.

The young master asked him to use it as a knife...it's really just a disposable knife.

Seeing with his own eyes that the existence that he regarded as a powerful enemy two days ago has turned into what it is now, Kitagawa Murasuu's mood is a bit complicated.

"Please leave." The figure with a broken arm just bent down to pick up his own arm and continued to repeat the same words.

There's something damn familiar about this figure.

"Let's just blow it up. There's no one around anyway." He suddenly said with a sneer.

Now...it looks like a dead dog.

He has no interest in killing a being that is similar to a corpse.

Of course he wasn't just talking, he really meant to do it.

After all, there was someone living in this villa, he had already confirmed it.

"My lord said that you can leave after killing someone. The annex has no plans to entertain guests." His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, which was also very crow-like.

The appearance of the robot gave him a reminder.

It's no different than dying.

"My ears are also deaf." Kitagawa Murakami came to the conclusion.

It was like someone had forcefully gouged out his eyeballs.

He can go to the organization base to find a combat robot to practice with, and he doesn't have to worry about the opponent dying. He can practice as long as he wants.

But that person's aura seemed very strong at that time, as if he was the strongest person in the world.

The gap is a bit too big, Kitagawa Murakami doesn't even want to recognize it.

At this moment, the other party has more air coming out than in. It seems that even if they don't come, if the other party is left here and no one cares about it, he will die soon.

I was both frightened by the young master's methods and felt relieved at the same time.

He would rather he remembered it wrong.

A black figure jumped down from above and landed in the corridor.

If this is Rum, why is he here?

What's the point of practicing with a half-dead guy?

"... Young Master... I mean, Young Master Tsushima told me that we only need to be responsible for killing him." Kitagawa Murasu quickly passed the blame.

He doesn't really want to take over either.

It was a figure wearing a crow mask and a black cloak.

You should not be treated like this.

"I'll give you a pleasure." He waved the scalpel down, and when he raised his hand again, the scalpel was already stained with blood.

Only then did the people on the ground react, and their bodies began to tremble violently.

But not a drop of blood was shed.

The opponent reacted quickly and raised his hands to block, but he underestimated Laphroaig's strength.

"Maybe the ears..." Kitagawa Murakami tentatively inserted the scalpel into the other person's ear.

"He never told me." Laphroaig frowned, his voice low and impatient.

Now when I look at it, I can see that there is indeed a secret room.

If he had said that something like this was waiting for him, he wouldn't have come at all.

With a clang, his arm fell to the ground in the corridor.

Is it just a mechanical arm, or... the figure in front of me is actually a complete robot?

He wiped the scalpel with the corpse's clothes, stood up and went to find Laphroaig.

"The crow has no guests." The figure that suddenly appeared continued to speak.

"...Who is this?" Laphroague glanced condescendingly at the dead dog-like figure.

At least he and the other party are on the same page.

Kitagawa Murasuu was now a little curious about what the other party called an adult.

Kitagawa Murakami raised his feet to avoid the dense and ominous-looking black ants, and walked behind Laphroaig.

Laphroaig stood in the corridor with a gloomy expression, looking a little annoyed at the empty corridor.

"Please leave." The other party urged them to leave.

There were hundreds of rooms in the huge villa, but not a single living person could be found.

"There shouldn't be no one..." he explained.

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As he finished speaking, pitch-black ants crawled out of his body and began to crawl around the villa.

"The tongue was also pulled out..." He looked at the silent figure with a somewhat emotional expression.

What does it look familiar to? It looks familiar because this figure is very similar to the person who almost broke one of his legs with a gun two days ago.

Only the broken place revealed intricate wiring, which was sparkling at the moment.

"I always feel...this trip is a bit...illusory." Kitagawa Murakami's voice was a little helpless.

They had already stepped out of the villa. He looked back at the iron gate and felt that everything was a bit unrealistic.

It is so easy and smooth that it lacks a sense of reality, and even gives people an illusory feeling of "What did I do?" "Did I really do it?"

"Although it went well, I hope there won't be a next time." The blond man with gray eyes glanced at the crow in the sky and sighed.

He doesn't like this kind of illusory experience that lacks a sense of reality.