COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

As Akai Shuichi carried the unconscious Laphroaig out, the screens of Shuji Tsushima and the others could only see their backs as they went out, and the door that was finally closed behind their backs.

Only an empty room and a messy ground were left.

"I can't see anything anymore." Tsushima Shuji put down the popcorn and soda, fell to the side in despair, and said weakly.

"What other FBI bases are left in Japan?" Scotland naturally took the popcorn bucket Tsushima Shuji put down and asked while eating.

Tsushima Shuji did not answer, and Scotland did not expect the other party to answer.

He asked this question to Bourbon, who was an intelligence expert.

"The strongholds recorded before have been abandoned by them. The current stronghold... they seem to have no fixed stronghold and live in their cars." The blond man threw the popcorn casually, raised his head and opened his mouth to catch it, and said lightly.

The FBI still had strongholds before, but later they were destroyed by the organization. After several groups of agents died, the FBI that came to Japan this time did not have a fixed stronghold.

Most of them dispersed their operations to prevent being caught in one fell swoop.

"For example, those downstairs." Shuji Tsushima walked to the balcony, opened a corner of the curtain, stood behind the curtain and looked down at the apartment downstairs.

And sooner or later he will catch this guy who is pretending to be a ghost.

Perhaps the gaze he felt from above was from one of the three of them.

While he was thinking about it in his mind, he received a message on his phone.

The same thing happened in Sora Sakai's apartment. His gaze was like a shadow, which made people feel numb.

Twist the false into the real, and turn the real into the broken bubble of the past.

There are no ghosts in the world, only people who pretend to be gods and ghosts.

"Professionals have been arranged to wait there. Recovery treatment will begin as soon as the person is delivered. Professional hypnotists are also in place..."

It was as if there was a line of sight beside him, staring at him all the time.

Depth control usually requires long-term, uninterrupted stimulation and hypnosis, causing the other party's subconscious conditioned reflexes.

"I asked them to inject him with a sedative to ensure that he would not regain his mobility on the road." Akai Shuichi's tone was full of extreme calmness and rationality.

That kind of hypnosis only requires the mastery of techniques, and sometimes it only takes a short moment to hypnotize a person. Of course, the hypnotic state of the other person can only last for a short period of time.

"Guess, have people from that organization discovered your actions?" James Blake suddenly asked meaningfully.

Shuji Tsushima put down the curtain in his hand.

But all he could see were closed windows and heavy curtains, and nothing else.

Judging from the time when Hideyoshi disappeared to the time when Sora Sakai appeared, the degree of brainwashing has not reached that level.

"But if the degree of brainwashing is too deep, it will be difficult to recover." James Blake's voice on the other end of the phone sounded very consistent with the identity of a calm, older man.

"I have arranged a little difficulty for them." He gestured with his index finger and thumb, meaning just a little bit.

…

But he really didn't notice any suspicious figures around him.

"Of course it's not that easy. A smooth journey is not interesting at all." He sat back heavily on the sofa, folded his arms and spoke.

Shuji Tsushima snorted twice and casually kicked the dog that came to the side.

He first checked to see if anyone had entered the apartment while he was out, and then checked to see if there were any bugs or monitors installed.

Bourbon raised his eyebrows, his tone was somewhat dissatisfied, and he looked at Shuji Tsushima suggestively: "Don't tell me that you didn't make any other plans, and you just let them take you away so easily?"

"But for the weak...the same predicament is their bottomless abyss." He smiled lightly and unscrewed the bottle cap, letting the bubbling soda gush out and patter to the ground.

Shuichi Akai, or Subaru Okiya, helped Sora Sakai, who was smelling of alcohol and unconscious, into the black car.

"It can be recovered. Hidetoshi's brainwashing or hypnosis didn't last long. It didn't take long from when he disappeared to reappearing." Shuichi Akai analyzed calmly.

What they can do is to prepare for everything in advance.

It was as if he was being stared at by an invisible and intangible ghost.

"So I need you to take more care of me. We can't go back together for the time being. Please keep an eye on the situation there and keep in touch at all times." Akai Shuichi was not surprised or worried, but responded deeply.

"The same difficulties fall on different people, and the results are different." Bourbon said with interest.

Then he greeted the people in the car by lowering the window half way.

"It seems that he is planning to send Laphroaig to the FBI headquarters in the United States. It is true that there are more instruments there. If you want to forcibly restore memory, it is more suitable there." Scotland took two steps back and sat down again.

He returned to the sofa and said.

Generally, the process of brainwashing or hypnosis will be very long because it is a form of deep control.

"James, how are the arrangements at the headquarters?" he asked in a low voice.

Apart from the crystal lamp and the wall, nothing else is visible.

Akai Shuichi looked up at the top of his head with an unclear look.

"I'm starting to look forward to the follow-up." Bourbon opened a can of beer and symbolically touched Shuji Tsushima's soda bottle.

It was as if he had seen an interesting scene, with a smile on his lips, but his kite-colored eyes were indifferent and desolate.

He stood there and watched the car leave.

Shuji Tsushima and the others must have known about it.

There is no use in being surprised, and there is no use in worrying.

"For the strong, difficulties are the stairs leading to the palace and the baptismal water given by God..." Shuji Tsushima shook the soda.

What would Tsushima Shuji do? Turn a blind eye? Or...

"Maybe." He thought of the eyes that seemed to be everywhere and replied with a smile.

But he clearly felt uncomfortable being watched.

"If he regains consciousness, he will definitely resist..." James Blake continued.

"Is there no one?" The pink-haired man stood under the building, raising his head and narrowing his green eyes to stare at a location.

but……

"This journey will not be peaceful." James Blake did not comment on this, but just reminded him.

After confirming that the environment was safe, he sat on the sofa and dialed James Blake's exclusive contact channel.

Suddenly he looked up in the direction of the apartment.

He lowered his head, adjusted his glasses, and turned back to the apartment.

Just say "make trouble" directly.

It's not the kind of hypnosis that will make you wake up on your own in a short time.

It's not an email, it's a friend from the line list.

He clicked on the message from Tsushima Shuji and checked it out.

【Need help?——Tsujima Shuji】

There has been a flu epidemic these days.

Life has been very difficult recently. I feel that if this continues, if the third type comes after influenza A, I may not be able to survive.