COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

"That's the one." The initiator of the mocking voice looked at Mouri Kogoro.

Mouri Kogoro, who was watched by everyone:...

Damn it! Wasn’t it that when someone asked him which Sherlock Holmes case he liked on the road, he answered Murder on the Western Express?!

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have come to a gathering of such incomprehensible people..." Mouri Kogoro became angry with embarrassment.

"Going back." He turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute...Mr. Maori..." The group leader rushed over and grabbed him.

"You are my special guest, how can you leave?" the group leader persuaded in a good voice.

"Everyone, let me introduce to you our special guest..."

"I know, he is the Mouri Kogoro. I often see him in newspapers, and some people compare him to Sherlock Holmes..." Kento Toishi hugged his girlfriend Ayako Oki and said teasingly.

"Let me tell you, you are not qualified to be compared with Sherlock Holmes. Even that junior high school detective is better than you." He mocked Kogoro Moori.

Shuji Tsushima, who was silent and low-key on the side:...Thank you for the compliment?

Mouri Kogoro is angry.

Mouri Kogoro was furious.

Mouri Kogoro is about to explode.

"Really, Conan, return the things to Tsushima-kun quickly." Mao Lilan said to the primary school student.

"Oh, Brother Tsushima, here." Edogawa Conan was obedient.

"Conan? My little friend, your name is Conan?!" Everyone gathered around him and asked.

He didn't want to continue laughing at Moori Kogoro.

Mouri Kogoro's anger... was extinguished.

I’m even more angry at being ignored!

"Yes, I think this name is awesome too!" Edogawa Conan said proudly.

Shuji Tsushima: ...If I like it so much, why don't you just become Edogawa Conan for the rest of your life?

The leader of the tour group took out a Sherlock Holmes collector's edition.

"If you want to get this book, you only need to answer these questions. By the way, only those who answer 990 or more questions correctly will be eligible to enter the final stage." He said.

The waitress on the side began to distribute questions to everyone.

Shuji Tsushima looked at the list of questions.

"Hey... isn't this very simple?" He said in a relaxed tone.

"As long as you are a loyal Sherlock Holmes lover, you can easily answer the questions correctly." He flipped through the questions and said casually after reading them.

"Right, everyone?" He asked with a natural look and a light smile.

Everyone:......

"Yes, with how much we love Sherlock Holmes, we will definitely get the answer right." They all looked at each other and nodded.

"Then, the time to answer questions is until tomorrow night. In order to prevent everyone from discussing with each other, this hotel is equipped with surveillance cameras and bugs everywhere..."

"We also ask everyone to cooperate with us in handing over the mobile phones..."

The waitress came to a person with a tray and put away his mobile phone.

Shuji Tsushima:...It's begun.

A way to eliminate the possibility of communication.

The cell phone I handed in wouldn't survive at all.

As he thought this, the other party came to him with a tray.

He took out a black mobile phone from the pocket of the detective's coat and put it on.

The other person went to the next person.

"Now, please feel free to do whatever you want." After all the mobile phones were put away, the group leader and hotel owner said.

"Go back to the room. Go back to the room." Hattori Heiji looked around and didn't find Kudou Shinichi and then sighed out of boredom.

"Let's go, Tsushima." He greeted.

"Okay." Tsushima Shuji also turned around and left.

…

A true Sherlock Holmes fan, such as Kudo Shinichi, spends an entire night working on the questions.

The fake Sherlock Holmes fan, Shuji Tsushima, always goes to bed after playing the game.

There were only 989 questions on the questionnaire.

Hattori Heiji, who came to the room to find him, had questions on his face.

"Tsushima...don't you want that Sherlock Holmes collector's edition?" he asked with a solemn expression as he looked at the questionnaire with a small blank space left.

You have to answer 990 questions correctly to qualify for that book...

You only did 989...

"Ah...because I already have it, so..." The boy scratched his face with his index finger.

"Just give it to someone else you like." He said with a smile.

As if he was happy that others also liked Holmes.

Hattori Heiji:...The halo of good people behind you is shining...

But... I'm really confident. Do I think that if I answer all the questions, others will have no chance to get the prize...

Except for meal time, almost everyone who participated in this event was doing questionnaires in their own rooms.

After dinner, everyone gathered together to wait for the boss to mark the papers.

They were as nervous as a group of students queuing up to see their teacher with their test papers.

Except for the fake Holmes Tsujima Shuji, and... Hattori Heiji and Mori's father and daughter who are not Sherlock Holmes fans at all.

But there are only three people who don't fit in.

why?

Because Tsushima Shuji is trying to integrate into Sherlock Holmes fans.

Did he succeed?

He is now a true and die-hard Sherlock Holmes fan in everyone's hearts.

"Why hasn't the boss come yet?" someone asked impatiently.

"It seems those legends are true." Someone said.

"It is said that the owner of this hotel offers this kind of tour group to deceive people just to show off the book." He said under the gaze of everyone.

"I want to go back."

"I, too, am going back to my room."

"Really."

Several people left the restaurant looking disenchanted.

Only a few people were still sitting.

There are five people: Toishi Kento and Ohgi Ayako, Hattori Heiji, Edogawa Conan and Mouri Ran.

Shuji Tsushima...went back to his room to sleep.

After all, as a sickly young man, staying up all night is absolutely not allowed.

Although I can't sleep tonight either.

He lay on the bed in a daze, covering his eyes with his hands.

Can't sleep.

Time passed silently in a daze.

There was a deafening explosion outside the hotel.

Shuji Tsushima was in a daze and was too lazy to move, so he came to his senses slowly and sat up from the bed.

Sure enough, there was another murder.

This time, he has three young detectives...

Wouldn't it be normal if there were no homicides?

He put on his coat, messed up his hair in front of the mirror, and opened the door as if he didn't have time to take care of it.

"what happened?"

Everyone came to the restaurant and saw several people outside through the windows of the restaurant.

"Just now, the owner of the hotel drove his car off the cliff in front of all of us..." Hattori Heiji explained.

"The boss drove himself off the cliff?"

"Isn't that suicide?" Mouri Kogoro said.

"Are you really sure it's the boss himself inside?" He looked suspiciously at Hattori Heiji standing aside.

"Maybe the boss used the dummy to scare us on purpose?" Mouri Kogoro speculated.

"How is that possible? That's the boss himself. I can confirm that he is a real person." Hattori Heiji retorted angrily.

"You unqualified detective uncle, stop making unreliable reasoning all the time." Hattori Heiji said.

"Hey... in real terms..." Tsushima Shuji stood aside and panted slightly, as if he had just run over and used all his strength.

"Ahem... At that time, the boss... ahem..." He couldn't help but cover his mouth with a fist.

"Are you really still alive...ahem...?" he asked the question.