COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

"Our organization is a very conscientious organization~" Shuji Tsushima looked at Chablis and Kitagawa Murasam, and silently raised his voice to attract their attention.

"Look -" Then he took out his wallet and revealed several bank cards, black cards, gold cards, platinum cards...

"After an injury, all medical expenses are covered. Even if the limbs are broken, the eyes are blind, or the internal organs are missing, we can help with treatment and transformation for free~"

"Not only that, the benefits are also quite good, and the salary is super high." He shook his wallet and said with a smile. The various cards in the mezzanine were dazzling.

"But young master, your... surname is Tsushima." Kitagawa Murakami moved his eyes from the wallet back to Tsushima Shuji's face, and said in a subtle tone.

It is not very credible to say these words from the mouth of a child raised by the boss of an organization, that is, a small boss, who is also the president of Tsushima Kai.

If the other party is rich, isn’t it because he is rich? What does it have to do with the organization?

"Hey." Tsushima Shuji took the wallet back in disappointment.

Although he is slightly exaggerating, after all, his treatment is slightly better than that of other members of the organization.

"Then you can ask Bourbon and Scotland~" Shuji Tsushima said while lying on the sofa, secretly kicking Laphroaig.

So Kitagawa Murakami looked at Bourbon and Scotland.

"Although I asked you to enter the information here, don't come over casually." Then he said unceremoniously.

"And this is our treatment for core code members, and the treatment for base wine will be better." Bourbon also said casually putting away his wallet.

Of course, the person the FBI most wanted to see was lying on the sofa at the moment, sleeping with his eyes closed without saying a word.

Kitagawa Murakami thought about the annual income of the police chief. The basic salary is one to twenty million yen, which means that the annual income of Bourbon and Scotland may be hundreds of millions of yen, which means...

"You can go to other training bases at will. They should be located in Curacao." Chablis said again.

"Let's go. Since you are Rum, you can go to the base..." Chablis took off his white coat, sprayed his hair with spray, and scratched it again. His originally greasy hair instantly became dry and fluffy.

"But it's not very convenient here. The equipment is not perfect enough. I need to go to the laboratory at the base..." Chablis rubbed his chin and thought.

It seems that the base here is Chablis's private domain, but the training base is open to all Codename members.

Ever since I moved here, I started getting him to play cards, mahjong, games, and even various other games.

The salary is indeed very high.

"I hope you will have left when I come back." Chablis said back to the idle little bastards before picking up the car keys and going out.

Although there are no black cards, all of them are gold cards.

An unhealthy body has a greater probability of death.

However, several little bastards just raised their hands and waved to indicate that they heard him, but no one responded to him.

It even makes one wonder whether he heard what Chablis was saying.

There seems to be nothing wrong with the other person's body and he is healthy.

It doesn't sound like much...

Bourbon and Scotland looked at each other and turned to Shuji Tsushima at the same time, but they only saw the empty eyes and unpredictable smile on the young man's face.

Then we came to a base underneath the hospital.

"Yes, yes..." Bourbon replied perfunctorily without raising his head.

And a healthy body will undergo transformation more smoothly.

"Basic wine rarely appears in other people's bases, so..." Chablis explained to the other party.

The new Ram, Osamu Kitagawa, observed the terrain curiously.

The man with blond hair and purple eyes raised his eyebrows, took out his wallet coolly, and revealed the card inside.

"Completing the organization's tasks will result in additional commission fees and reward guarantees." Chablis said to Kitagawa Murakami.

And now that his hair is no longer greasy, he doesn't look so sloppy anymore.

Almost a million dollars?

Only people are healthy, and Chablis had no accidents that day. If his hands didn't shake, there would be no problems.

"As long as people arrive," Chablis said after carefully observing Kitagawa Village.

"He will probably be very happy to see us." Scotland smiled and said.

The implications of building the base directly beneath the hospital...

"You can leave when you have stayed enough. Don't stick to my side all the time, which will affect my research progress..." Chablis urged in disgust.

"Before the operation, a physical examination is required..." Chablis walked through the long corridor with ease and arrived at his laboratory.

"When are we leaving?" Bourbon asked casually when he heard the door closing.

"I understand." Kitagawa Murakami nodded.

He originally wanted to stay in front of the experimental table 24 hours a day, but in recent days, he has become a guy who will play games with them at any time 24 hours a day.

"The salary is indeed good. The annual income is probably several times that of the police chiefs." Bourbon said casually.

"About...tomorrow?" Tsushima Shuji replied boredly.

"Shuichi Akai is probably looking forward to it." Bourbon seemed to think of the ugly expression of an FBI and smiled.

I was still a little surprised when I watched Rum walk into a hospital building majestically.

He doesn't care much about money.

"They are talking about the basic salary." Chablis also took out his wallet at this time, and he also had a black card in the mezzanine of his wallet.

It means that hospitals also have an inseparable relationship with organizations.

until……

With his qualifications, it is not surprising that he has these.

The same goes for Scotland on the side.

…

I don’t know what Akai Shuichi will do after the other party returns?

The elevator descended slowly, and Kitagawa Murakami recorded and verified his identity on the spot.

Chablis drove to the base where his laboratory was located.

"It's really good. If I want to undergo transformation, when can I do it? Do I need to make any preparations in advance?" The blond man with gray eyes couldn't wait to ask.

At most, it will accept members who need treatment and body modification.

It's like a joke, but also like an unconscious smile.

He didn't care and closed the door as usual.

Kitagawa Murakami thought about the pile of documents on the table over at the clinic and nodded.

His base is not open to the public, it is only a base for research groups and teams.

He looked at Shuji Tsushima and others, and then at Shuu Kitagawa, as if he was struggling with something.

"Let's go, the physical examination place is next door." He picked up a form and said to Kitagawa Murakami.

So Kitagawamura Osamu followed Chablis to the place for the physical examination.

I took off all my clothes and did a thorough physical examination.

He stood there as if he had no shame and cooperated to complete each project.

After the examination results came out and it was confirmed that there were no problems, he was arranged to change clothes, lie on the operating table, and undergo reconstructive surgery.