COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

【If I want to undergo renovation, who should I contact?】

After Shuji Tsushima saw the message, he threw his phone in front of Chablis.

"Look, he is coming to find you." He smiled with interest, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Chablis picked up the other person's cell phone without any surprise, and replied to the email in two or three times.

Then he pushed the phone back to Tsushima Shuji.

[If you want to transform, go to Chablis, he will be happy to help you~]

Tsujima Shuji lowered his head and glanced at the message from Chablis, showing a slightly interested smile.

The tone is just right, even the symbols at the end are Tsushima Shuji’s usual tone.

"I know you very well, right? In every sense." Chablis blinked. He was obviously a slovenly middle-aged man, but he somehow showed a bit of handsomeness.

Shuji Tsushima smiled silently and did not answer.

Chablis vaguely remembered that he had put a lot of effort into studying the other party, but in the end... he forgot all about it.

Chablis didn't say anything else, after all, he was just joking.

But considering the fact that the other party was his new boss, Curacao still gave the answer with a cold face.

Thinking about it, Chablis is so familiar with Shuji Tsushima, the boy who is the boss of the organization, and Bourbon and Scotland seem to respect each other a little, so their status is definitely not low.

After all, although the number of experimental subjects in the organization is quite large,... due to the problem that experimental subjects under the hands of some researchers die very quickly, the demand far exceeds the supply.

"Check." He said, holding the cards with no interest.

Curacao's expression became visibly worse.

Obviously, the other party was not happy to hear such a topic.

"I won."

And with Rum's status, he would not let ordinary researchers modify him. He must be a senior researcher who can be trusted.

The gray prosthetic eye has the effect of heterochromatic pupils on Curacao, but if it is on myself...

Chablis went to open the door himself.

The self in the reflection has a pair of gray eyes.

It didn't take long to make up his mind, just like when he decided to kill Rum and replace him.

…

Understand him? Which means... can you use his tone?

"Put down the files, you can get off work." Kitagawa Murakami motioned Curacao to put the files on the table.

Chablis's face became darker and darker as time passed.

Body modifications performed by organizations are free of charge and there is no charge.

Although the other party seemed to be easy to get along with before, but... he was far less enthusiastic than he is now.

He prefers to look at the distorted expressions of customers, and is more willing to accept the money they reluctantly hand over.

Rum, who was blind in one eye, found her and asked her to sacrifice one of her eyes.

It was just an idea that suddenly came to him, and he decided to do it without hesitation.

Lost his original eye and gained an eye of a different color.

He didn't even want to take another look at the documents on the table that symbolized huge wealth, but stood up and went out without hesitation.

"This is Rum's property, including real estate, cars, company shares..." She stood opposite Kitagawa Murakami and introduced the wealth owned by Rum.

Some researchers are even willing to pay to find people to undergo transformation.

He is full of inexplicable enthusiasm for the creatures that are about to appear on his operating table.

This is a huge amount of wealth. If word spreads, Rum's name will definitely appear on the rich list.

After all, the risk factor is very high, and someone might die if they are not careful.

Curacao didn't like it.

"It's him." She admitted the matter.

Chablis is not full...a little too enthusiastic.

In fact, there is nothing hard to admit.

This means that even if he changes his eyes after transformation, no one will notice.

The same color as Curaçao’s prosthetic eye.

"The eyes are very beautiful." Kitagawa Murasu praised.

Because it represents her past weakness and incompetence.

No memory is left.

He saw his own reflection in the scalpel's reflection.

Learn about Kaa and stuff...

This kind of enthusiastic attitude made Kitagawa Murakami a little uncomfortable.

Not sloppy at all.

If you charge more, no one will really come to carry out the renovation.

After all, he needs time... to go find Chablis.

However, the unscrupulous disciple turned a blind eye to his suggestive eyes and kept pressing him down and beating him.

Kitagawa Murasuu had a plan in mind.

Laphroaig had been lying on the sofa on the other side for an unknown length of time, motionless, wearing headphones, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Kitagawa Murakami has already made his decision.

Chablis now treated him as if he were some big customer, showing him all kinds of care and greetings.

"I know." He replied with a somewhat cold attitude, and he didn't seem to be interested in money.

But the other party is dead, and the wealth belongs to Kitagawa Murakusa.

But in fact... he is just not interested in pie falling from the sky.

"I would like to ask, how much does it cost to undergo body modification like the one in Curacao?" The more enthusiastic Chablis became, the more polite and distant Kitagawa Murasuu became.

"Is Chablis responsible for the renovation?" he asked with a hint of intent.

"...Pay the money?" Chablis' eyes were a little subtle.

"Chaplis...he is in charge..." Kitagawa Murakami was stunned for a moment after seeing the reply, then he was a little surprised and murmured as expected.

"I'll follow." Chablis returned to his usual dejected look and played his cards listlessly.

"He's here." When he heard the doorbell ringing, Shuji Tsushima put down the cards in his hand, stood up and stretched, then staggered to the sofa and fell into it.

This is undoubtedly a good thing.

Spare him.

So Kitagawa Murasuu felt something was wrong from the moment he walked in.

"By the way, there's no need to come over if you don't hear from me." Kitagawa Murakami shouted towards the other party's back.

He even hinted from time to time that Bourbon and Scotland, his disciples, were letting him go.

Anyway, he also knows the address of the other party's clinic.

If you're not careful, you might choke to death on the bigger and bigger pie like your predecessor did.

"By the way, Curacao, I heard that you are here..." Kitagawa Murasuu pointed to his head.

In this case, it would be very simple for him to want to undergo transformation. He could just go directly to the clinic in Chablis and find him.

…

Her heterochromatic eyes were also praised as beautiful by people who didn't know about it, but people who knew about it would not mention her eyes in front of her.

If you think about it this way, it's not surprising.

Curacao opened the door and came over with a pile of documents.

Curacao's expression looked a little dazed, but he quickly reacted, put down the document without saying a word, and turned around to leave.

And she had no way to resist, so she could only accept it.

But the side he communicates with others is just his disguise.

In the final analysis, the ultimate goal of transformation is to better serve the organization.

"It seems you don't have to pay." Kitagawa Murakami adjusted his glasses and smiled.

I have been an information dealer for a long time and am used to the mode of trading with others.

When encountering something, the first reaction is to ask for the price, and then engage in some negotiation. This is a normal process.

But...perhaps body modification in an organization is not considered a transaction.