COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

Gin carried the sleepy Tsushima Shuji and went upstairs with vodka.

Put the person on the bed properly and cover him with a quilt?

Doesn't exist.

Gin directly threw the boy he was carrying onto the bed. Rather than covering him with a quilt, he wanted to cover him to death with the quilt.

Vodka watched helplessly as his murderous brother swung the quilt over and covered Kaol's body and head.

Vodka fell silent.

Brother, do you really want Kaa to live well?

If you look like this, I really doubt that you are thinking about Kao!!

Vodka touched his conscience and felt uneasy, but finally stepped forward and rescued Kaa's head, allowing him to breathe.

After finishing, he looked at Gin stiffly.

"Humph." Gin just snorted without comment.

Ah, brother is not angry, that’s great.

Gin took a look at the furnishings throughout the apartment.

Except for the items that the boss requested for the other party, there are no other newly added items.

Everything remains as it was before it was occupied, as if no one had touched it.

He came to the kitchen, looked at the empty kitchen counter, and opened the refrigerator door.

Canned crab meat Canned crab meat Canned crab meat…

The entire three-story refrigerator was filled with canned crab meat.

Gin: It’s hard, the fist is hard.

Has this kid Kaa never had a good meal?!!!

"Vodka." Gin stared at the canned crab meat in the refrigerator, his voice as cold as an ice knife.

"Look for any members of the organization who are good at cooking and arrange them to be with Kaa."

"Don't reveal Kaa's identity." He said.

Vodka nodded and was about to agree.

"Shut up, Vodka." A faint voice came.

"Don't interfere in my life, Gin." Kaa, who came to the kitchen at some unknown time, spoke in a low tone.

Different from his usual frivolous and willful appearance, Kaa stood outside the kitchen now with an expressionless face, his eyes and tone of voice were all light and airy.

However, when those kite-colored eyes looked lightly, they brought darkness and fear like falling into the abyss.

The person in front of me is not Kaojiu or Shuji Tsushima.

It was Dazai Osamu who was feared in the organization.

"Your life? Do you mean a life where you can die at any time if you are not careful?" Gin was the only one who dared to reply like this.

"Don't do whatever you want just because the boss favors you, kid." The silver-haired man said word by word.

The atmosphere was so tense and solemn that Vodka could only tremble on the sidelines.

"Paji." Dazai Osamu lay on the ground.

"I don't I don't I don't."

"I don't want a boy mother, I don't want a boy mother." He rolled around like a rogue.

Vodka:???dumbfounded.

Gin:...I miss Shark Man.

"Get up, Kaa." He said with suppressed anger.

It's the same thing again.

Every time I feel unhappy about something, I throw a tantrum.

But the boss still dotes on this brat.

Give whatever you want and never refuse.

Like canned crab meat? Then fill your refrigerator with canned crab meat. Like wearing black suits and coats? Then fill your closet.

So that the other party is now unscrupulous.

"I refuse strangers to come to my territory." Realizing that this trick was useless against Gin, Osamu Dazai stopped his rogue behavior, sat cross-legged on the ground, and muttered with a bulging face.

"There's no point in refusing. Members will come to your place tomorrow or tonight." Gin said coldly.

"Hey." Dazai Osamu sat cross-legged and rested his chin on his hands.

"Don't trust them so easily, Kaa."

"Japanese side, don't trust anyone other than myself, Vodka and the subordinates you picked." Gin said.

There are too many people with bad intentions in the organization.

"Then you still want to arrange someone beside me..." Dazai Osamu muttered.

"Even if they have bad intentions, it doesn't affect them as useful tools. Do you still need me to teach you?" Gin looked at him meaningfully and said.

"Yes, yes, I understand..." He was obviously used as an undercover detector.

It can't go on like this...

Watching Gin and Vodka leave, Tsushima Shuji fell into silence.

…

"System, open another vest." He thought for a while and decided.

"Where's the mall?" He decided to see if there was anything good he could buy.

[Host, turn on your phone and take a look.] The system is mysterious.

Shuji Tsushima picked up his phone and clicked on it.

At a glance, I saw an extra app on the screen.

"Is the system mall so busy now?" He thought as he clicked on the app.

Simply ignore the seemingly sky-high prices that are completely unaffordable.

He also ignored the supernatural abilities that are not at all unknowable.

Go directly to the technology section.

"Hover motorcycle, this is fun, flying skateboard... This is cooler than Kudo Shinichi's skateboard! Multifunctional sun visor... Let me take a look..."

"Found it! What I want to buy." He snapped and added all the things he liked to the shopping cart, and then purchased them with one click.

[Host...] The system that was too late to stop him could only watch as he spent all the system balance.

Not a penny left, not a penny more.

He had just paid the money one second, and the next second the items he purchased appeared out of thin air in the room.

"Come on, system, it's time for you to move."

He held a silver-white sphere the size of a fist and said.

"You should be able to use this robot." He said doubtfully.

The system was silent for a moment.

There is a layer of blue data flow slowly rotating on the surface of the silver-white sphere in his hand.

It gradually submerged into the ball, and then the ball transformed.

"...Optimus Prime, are you Optimus Prime?" Shuji Tsushima couldn't help but ask as he looked at the red motorcycle robot.

"I am not Optimus Prime, host." the robot system said.

"Okay, system." Shuji Tsushima looked disappointed.

"Remember to call me master from now on, you are the AI ​​created by me."

"The name..."

He pointed at another sphere that was almost one meter high and smiled maliciously.

"Let's call him Zhongyuan Zhongya!"

System·Nakahara Chuuya·Robot ai: fell into silence.

However, he did not refute, but silently separated out a piece of data, took over a robot core, and set the appearance to look like Chuuya Nakahara.

"Set character...character..."

"If you find it, let's set it as Osamu Dazai's dog." He suggested enthusiastically.

This is not your character at all!

"Hey, it's really boring."

"Then let's set it up according to the original character of Nakahara Chuuya." He said boringly.

[I created a robot, called Nakahara Chuuya, think of a codename for him~——cahors] He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the boss abroad.

The other party wouldn't refuse such a small thing anyway.

Undercover agents from many countries had sneaked in, but the father didn't say anything, let alone a robot created by Osamu Dazai.

[Then let’s use whiskey.] As expected, the other person showed no intention of rejecting the offer and simply accepted it.

"Come on, system, let me experience the feeling of double opening." He said this and closed his eyes.

The so-called double opening means dividing the soul into two parts and controlling different characters at the same time.

And the pain of the soul being split into two...

"Is it over?" Nakahara Chuuya stretched out his hand in surprise and looked at Tsushima Shuji on the side.

Shuji Tsushima also opened his eyes.

"Just this, this, this, this?"

"It doesn't hurt at all."

[We prohibit anything that will cause pain to the host.] The system said seriously.

"It's really good."

"Emmm... how should I put it... the feeling of looking at another me... is quite strange." Tsushima Shuji said.

"Who says it isn't?" Zhongyuan Zhongye said.

But as a qualified coser, what should you do now?

"Wow, why are you, a slimy slug, in my house..." Tsushima Shuji jumped up and said in a disgusted tone.

Nakahara Chuuya: "You guy... do you want to die!"

"You're welcome, I'm not going to play with a 1.6 meter black dwarf~" Shuji Tsushima stuck out his tongue in a bad way.

"Kill you!!" Zhongyuan Zhongya rushed forward and took the lead in launching the attack.

Shuji Tsushima dodged the opponent's menacing attack while continuing to talk.

"Wow, Chuuya, as my dog, are you actually trying to kill your master? What an ungrateful and bad dog..."

"Shut up, you black mud devil!"

…

"Dong dong - dong" knocked on the door and stopped the fight between the two.

"Ah, someone is here, Chuuya, go and open the door~" Shuji Tsushima lay lazily on the sofa, confidently instructing the other party to do things.

"Tsk." The orange-haired boy pressed his hat and opened the door fiercely with an impatient expression.

"Who are you?" he asked fiercely.

Blonde hair, dark skin, purple eyes.

It's you! The working emperor! Toru Amuro...ah, bah, Riya!

Toru Amuro, who didn't know that his waistcoat had been taken off as soon as they met, looked at the orange-haired boy who came to open the door and fell into silence.

"Excuse me, Tsushima Shuji-kun, do you live here?" He paused and then asked.

"What? You're here to see that guy." The orange-haired boy looked disgusted.

"Hey, this guy at the door is here to see you..." He turned and shouted towards the house.

"Then let him in." Shuji Tsushima replied lazily.

"It's useless for you to stay here, Chuuya. Let's go. Let's go." Shuji Tsushima drove them away ruthlessly.

"You guy..." The orange-haired boy clenched his hands into fists, but finally left without saying a word.

When passing by Toru Amuro, the two looked at each other for a moment.

He is an organizational person.

Toru Amuro affirmed.

He looks so young, a teenager, but he already has such eyes?

What will it look like inside?

He braced himself and put on a good disguise.

Then he saw a young man dressed in black, almost all of his body covered in bandages, even his left eye was bandaged.

He looked thin and even sickly, and his complexion was pale to the point of being sickly.

Would such a person be a member of the organization?

Toru Amuro thought to himself.

"...Are you the chef he found for me?" The young man spoke softly, like a well-educated heir.

However, after hearing what he said, Toru Amuro was stunned for a moment.

Chef? Gin clearly said...

"Go and look at that guy. If you find something wrong..." The words ended with the other party's sneer.

He looked at the young man's harmless eyes and nodded.

"Yes, I received the job of taking care of you." He said seriously.