COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

Toru Amuro cleaned up the mess, and Shuji Tsushima sat silently eating cake in silence.

However, when Toru Amuro took some time out and glanced at Tsushima Shuji subconsciously, he had already...hanged himself on the beam.

The body was swaying in the air.

Toru Amuro:!!!

There was a murder just now, and now we have to call the police again?!!

Can Poirot keep driving?

When people mentioned Poirot, they would always say, "Ah, that's the shop where two murders happened in one day..."

"Yes, I've heard that there is a hanged man in their store..."

Toru Amuro: I don’t allow it.

Without saying a word, he rushed forward to rescue the person. Looking at the unconscious young man, he stretched out his hand.

He looked at the palms of his hands and then at the boy's face, hesitating whether to slap him twice to wake him up.

Bourbon: I just want him to wake up quickly. It's definitely not revenge.

"Bourbon really wants to do bad things." The young man's voice shocked him.

He silently put away his hand.

No, no, how could I, the dignified head of the police, do bad things to a comatose young man?

You, a member of this organization, should stop talking nonsense.

"Well, since you haven't had time to do it yet, I won't pursue it." The young man said very generously.

"Thank you so much, Tsushima-kun." Toru Amuro said with a strong smile.

"Let's buy the ingredients for the sukiyaki pot."

"Yeah!"

…

"It's delicious. It's indeed Tou-chan." Shuji Tsushima snarled and ate the meat in one bite.

Suddenly, he looked at the other party seriously and seriously.

"Bourbon."

Infected by his sudden serious attitude, Toru Amuro put down his chopsticks and looked back seriously.

"I discovered what makes you better than Gin." He said.

Toru Amuro shouted that something was wrong, he had already guessed what the other party was going to say.

"Gin doesn't know how to cook!!!" Shuji Tsushima said sadly.

"He even asked me to make him nutritional solutions and meal replacements! Eating once a day is enough to keep the body functioning..."

"I suspect he even wants me to transform him into a robot." His tone was dazed and unbelievable.

"It's the kind of robot that can do tasks 24 hours a day without having to rest or sleep..."

"How can someone love work so much?!" He picked up another chopstick angrily.

Bourbon: ...If gin went on strike, it would probably be cold here in Japan.

Ah no, it seems that he himself has a mission.

Bourbon touched his conscience and thought.

"And that dark dwarf..."

"He's also a workaholic! He also likes drinking! It's because he drinks too much that he doesn't grow taller..." He muttered while holding the tea cup.

Toru Amuro noticed something was wrong with the other person's demeanor, and reached out to take the cup. The other person held her in his arms, humming, and wouldn't let go.

However, Bourbon still won the tea cup with his outstanding skills.

"When did you buy this wine?" He smelled it and fell into silence.

I was obviously the one who paid for the materials we bought together, so why didn’t I find the wine?

It turns out he was drunk, no wonder...

"But, that dark dwarf... who is he talking about?" he thought while touching his chin.

"Slug! Stay away from me! Wow..." The drunken-eyed boy heard his murmur and waved his hand toward the air in fear.

Bourbon:…

He began to admire the dark dwarf that Shujima Tsujima called him.

…

At the same time, Zhongyuan Zhongya, who was chasing the enemy and beating him up, felt inexplicably angry.

The attack becomes even more severe.

He stood in front of the only living person, smiling wildly.

"Are you very brave? How dare you smuggle drugs behind the organization's back? Have you figured out how to repent in hell?" The orange-haired boy was full of murderous intent, but his slender body had a terrifying power.

"Please... please forgive me..." The only survivor looked at his companions who died tragically around him, sat down on the ground with a thud, and spoke tremblingly.

Then he completely lost the chance to speak, and fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, just like his companions around him.

"Tsk, bastard Dazai!" That guy went to be a student by himself and threw all the tasks on him. It was just...

"Next time you see that guy, just kill him." Zhongyuan Zhongya clenched his fists and thought through gritted teeth.

He got on the black and red motorcycle parked nearby, took off in the air, and sped away.

When the police arrived, there were no other clues except the messy body.

…

By the time Tsushima Shuji woke up, it was already noon the next day.

How did he get home and wake up from bed.

I was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and I didn't have time to change the bandages.

He carried the clothes and bandages and walked out of the room, just in time to see Bourbon sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the newspaper.

"You're awake, Tsushima-kun."

"If you don't wake up, I will try to wake you up in other ways." Bourbon said with a cheerful look.

Shuji Tsushima: ...Thank you, I think you just wanted to hit me.

"Speaking of which, I just saw your friend in the newspaper." Bourbon mentioned it seemingly casually.

Shuji Tsushima: Where did I get my friends?

"That's the one, the orange-haired boy I met when I first came here." Bourbon looked at the other person's blank expression and reminded him in detail again.

"Oh, you're talking about that slimy, dark, disgusting slug..." He used a string of vicious words to describe it.

Bourbon:???It seems you are not friends.

"What happened to him?" Tsushima Shuji asked curiously.

Could it be that Chuuya was caught by the police because he went crazy while drinking and hit someone on the road? So much so that it made the news? Then he would be the first to appear in front of the other party and then laugh at him mercilessly.

Shuji Tsushima: Hey~

"Well, your friend probably has some kind of high-tech technology, and his motorcycle..." Bourbon said and fell silent.

"His motorcycle can fly." He said in a deep and serious tone.

Tsushima Shuji nodded.

"Isn't it normal for Chuuya's motorcycle to fly..." etc.

He reacted.

This is the world of Ke Xue, and there are no supernatural powers.

As for the flying motorcycle, he actually bought it in the system mall because he thought it was fun.

He took the newspaper and looked at the blurry photo on the front page.

Only the motorcycle-shaped object could be seen streaking across the sky like a shooting star, and the driver's face could not be seen clearly.

Shuji Tsushima: Fortunately, it’s not a big problem and it’s stable.

When I turned my head, I saw the bold words in another newspaper that said it was urgent.

"Shiro Suzuki wants to buy a flying motorcycle at a high price."

Shuji Tsushima: I think it’s okay.

"This is really an amazing invention." The young man praised it in a perfunctory tone that could be heard immediately.

Bourbon: Actually, you don’t have to praise me if you don’t want to.

"As for Chuuya? It's impossible. Chuuya is afraid of heights. He would be scared even at a height as high as the first floor. How could he possibly ride a motorcycle in the air?" Tsushima Shuji madly smeared the other party with an impossible tone.

"Is that so? It turns out that boy is afraid of heights." Bourbon said thoughtfully.

"Yes, that's it." Osamu Tsushima nodded confidently and without any guilt.