COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

[The boss has made an appointment with a psychiatrist for you, remember to go see him.——gin]

After casually glancing at the information on his phone, the boy closed the phone without hesitation.

"Tsujima Shuji and Dazai Osamu are obviously the same person! Why do you think I have a split personality!" The boy muttered while lying on the sofa.

He now lives in a high-end apartment provided by his father, which is expensive, luxuriously decorated and spacious.

Standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook the surrounding buildings and people.

The refrigerator is also filled with canned crab meat. It has to be said that in this regard, his father is still very qualified.

[Shuji Tsushima is a writer, Osamu Fumino Dazai is a former Mafia member, and you, Osamu Dazai, are a member of the black organization!]

[These are not two people anymore, you are clearly three people!] The system babbled.

Shuji Tsushima fell silent.

He thought carefully about the reasons why he was regarded as a patient with schizophrenia.

I think back then, when he was still a college student in his prime, as an otaku with a mother-to-be solo career, he was addicted to two-dimensional animation and figurines.

When I was in college, I joined the animation club without hesitation. With my handsome appearance and height of 186cm, I could cosplay the role of a two-dimensional male god without any pressure.

In fact, he also cosplayed 186's Levi and Nakahara Chuuya...

Um……

Of course, the characters that make him the ace of the club are the cursed dk Gojo Satoru and the leader of the if line, Zai.

Every time he appears at a comic exhibition, he attracts countless fans and fans who come to ask for photos.

That day, he was wearing Chief Zai's clothes and was about to leave the changing room at the Comic Exhibition. However, as soon as he walked out of the changing room, he found that his eyesight had suddenly become lower and the surrounding area was not the familiar Comic Exhibition venue.

The clothes on her body also changed into kindergarten style, and she also wore a little yellow hat.

However, the clothes of the leader he cosplayed came with him, and they changed from an obvious cosplay texture to a high-end texture visible to the naked eye.

The environment he was in at the moment was a burning villa.

There were fires on all sides, and thick black smoke was rising.

He hugged the leader's clothes that he had bought with money, walked a few steps on his short legs, and saw two dead bodies.

The look and look in his eyes as he looked up at the starry sky instantly shocked him, who had never seen a dead person at such a close range.

So much so that he forgot to react for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he was even ready to reach out and help the two temporary roommates close their eyes.

Just when his outstretched hand touched the body, a group of policemen rushed in, shouting that there were children here, and took him out without saying a word.

Of course, because he clung to the clothes of the leader Zai and refused to let go, the clothes also survived.

As he was being carried away by the police and running out, he was still thinking about it and almost helped the two bodies to look up at the stars and close their eyes, so he looked at the smoking villa with longing eyes.

As soon as I was carried into the police car by the police, a strange voice sounded in my head again.

[Hello host, your love for cos has been detected, and the cos system has been successfully bound to you]

[Next, please give full play to your cosplay talents]

So his mind was full of "What is this?" "I'm wearing it" and "I'm getting smaller."

In the eyes of the police outside, the cute-looking black-haired boy was holding an adult's coat blankly, looking at a place with nothing in his eyes.

It was obvious that I was frightened when I saw my parents die with my own eyes!

"Kid, kid." After coming back to his senses, he turned around and saw a face approaching him, and moved back in discomfort.

"What's your name?" the policeman asked with a smile.

"I am..." Huh? What is my name...

Everything about my identity in my memory seems to have become blurred, and the pictures about my friends have become like yellowed scrolls.

"Tsujima... Tsushima Shuji... my name..." Hey? Tsushima Shuji... who is it?

[It’s Osamu Dazai’s original name, host!!!] System reminder.

So, Tsushima Shuji is Dazai Osamu’s original name, which means! Dazai Osamu is me too!

I see.

Shuji Tsushima realized it.

[No! Host, you are just cosplaying Osamu Dazai!! Please wake up!!] The system screamed.

The young boy shook his head, feeling that the hazy memories in his mind were clearing up a little, and his thinking became clearer.

as well as……

He looked at the policeman just now, and from his eyes and gestures, words that sounded like his heartbeat sounded in his ears.

〖Is this child okay?〗

〖Yeah, I’m afraid I’m scared after witnessing such a scene.〗

He tilted his head in confusion and looked at the policeman with iris-colored eyes.

"Is this big brother worried that I will be scared after seeing such a scene? It's okay, I'm not scared." He said with a pure and innocent smile.

The policeman's attitude immediately changed.

〖What's going on with this child?〗

〖Are you too sensitive?〗

〖How do you know my thoughts?〗

"Isn't it easy to see through it at a glance? Big brother's thoughts." He blinked in confusion.

〖This kid...could he be able to see through people's hearts?〗The policeman thought and smiled randomly, feeling that he was thinking too much.

〖He's just a sensitive kid.〗

"Wait here for a moment. Brother, please contact your relatives. They will take you home." The policeman touched the boy's head.

The person who was immersed in cosplay a second ago lost all expression when the policeman's back disappeared in front of him.

"Why did I get into trouble at the beginning of my visit to Conan World?!" He was expressionless on the surface, but he was a grumpy brother on the inside.

[Maybe...because of Ke Xue?] The system said cautiously.

This is really an irrefutable reason.

"Then where do my relatives come from now..." He suddenly appeared in this world as a living person. Where did his relatives come from? It is not certain whether there is a person like him in the population list.

[Don’t worry, I’ve made arrangements for the host!] The system said with confidence.

The next second, a gentle-looking man pushed in the door accompanied by a policeman, claiming to be the brother of the deceased couple in the villa, and successfully picked up Shuji Tsushima.

Then he came to a villa and met two figures.

Black clothes, top hat, silver hair...

It’s you! Winery model worker!

Strong man, square face...

It’s you! Exclusive driver boy vodka!

Being able to meet these two directly, the man next to him must be unusual. Could it be that he has never appeared before?

Tsushima Shuji thought this, and the next second, he saw that man tearing off a layer of skin including his hair and face...

Revealing blond hair and an obvious feminine face...

Oh, Belmod, it turns out to be you.

"Is this kid the child of those two people?" the model worker asked.

"Of course, the boss asked you to take him with you first to see if he has any talent." Belmode said.

Everyone present knows that the talent here refers to the talent of joining the organization.

If there is, of course he will naturally become a member of the organization; if not, he may have to reunite with his dead family.

"Tsk." Gin impatiently lit a cigarette.

But he didn't say anything. He was a loyal subordinate of the boss and would not refute the other party's orders.

Even if it's something as boring as asking him to take care of a child.

So Tsushima Shuji lived a miserable life (crossed out).

Gin is an unqualified guardian.

He would pull out a gun in front of children and blow off other people's heads without expression, so that the other person's blood spattered Tsushima Shuji's face.

Even when he was upset, he would hold Tsushima Shuji's temple with a gun, not caring that the other person was still a child.

Even when Tsushima Shuji disobeyed, he fired directly. The bullet scratched Tsushima Shuji's face, leaving a bloody wound.

Of course, after that shot, Gin was sure that Tsushima Shuji had the talent to join the organization.

The boy with a bandage on the left side of his face stared at him with hollow and dark eyes, his thick and unconcealed malice clearly displayed.

The next second, the boy was holding a gun that came from nowhere and pointed it at Gin.

The bullet passed through Gin's face without hesitation, leaving a wound in the same location.

"Boy, it's very good." The man wiped the blood dripping from his face and said with a malicious and appreciative tone.

After that, Gin began to take Tsushima Shuji on missions.

The young Tsushima Shuji did not hesitate to take action, and his status as a child even brought a lot of convenience to their task.

Only occasionally, when Gin calls him Tsushima Shuji, he will refute him and say his name is Dazai Osamu.

After being led by Gin for two years, the person asked to see Shuji Tsushima.

So the five-year-old Tsushima Shuji went to the United States and became the child raised by the gentleman.

Not long after, he even had his own code name - Cahor.

Black wine.

Known as the mass wine of the church, it was also the favorite wine of Tsar Bill the Great.

*Cahors Noir is an achievement of alchemy between grapes and humans that exists in soil. In the world, only Malbec from the Lot Valley can give the wine such depth, vitality and richness.

Tannin is the key to eternal youth.

Thinking of this, Tsushima Shuji sighed and took back his cell phone, but still slowly replied to Gin's message.

[Got it—cahors]

Gin on the other side saw that the person who had been unable to read the message finally replied to the text message, and sneered and put down the gun.

Ignoring the body lying on the ground, he turned around and left.

"A pretty sensible kid."