COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

"So, I think we can completely sell that motorcycle to the outside world, delete all the functions except the suspension, and reduce the top speed to the same speed as a mountain bike. If you ask, just say that our technology is not perfect yet.

How can you do this..."

"And change the energy source to a battery. It can last half a day on a single charge. In this way, it will be positioned as a novelty toy."

"There must be many swindlers who would be willing to pay for it..." Tsushima Shuji called the boss in his room.

I really feel that I have lost my heart for the funds for the organization's activities.

"You can just decide these things on your own. There is no need to report everything to me. Xiuzhi, you are my chosen successor, and the future of the entire organization will be yours..." the leader on the other end of the phone said in a gentle and calm tone.

He doesn't sound like the boss behind a transnational crime syndicate at all, but like an ordinary adult.

"No, I only recognize you as the boss of the organization." Tsushima Shuji decisively objected.

Just kidding, if you suddenly get sick and want to die, I will fight everything for you?

Shuji Tsushima can't do it, he thinks it can't be done.

"Speaking of which, wealth is just to achieve the reason for the establishment of the organization. After so many years of research, it is said that some results have been achieved..." the boss said there.

"If Xiuji is interested, please go take a look for me."

"I see."

The phone was hung up.

"What is it like to have an adoptive father who crazily desires immortality? How painful it must be to live for such a long time." Shuji Tsushima sighed and shuddered.

His motto is suicide, which is refreshing, clear and full of vitality!

It's obvious that you don't want to deal with people who want eternal life.

But who told him that it was the organization that picked him up in the first place? And the two words justice...

"Wow, that sounds very inconsistent with my handsome persona."

Well, just report it to the boss, and then contact the person in charge of the organization’s funds to say hello.

He turned on his phone and looked for companies secretly controlled by the organization, and then saw a familiar last name.

Tsushima Corporation.

tsushima……

Aland...

"Oh hoo, a Neon local club, a foreign company..."

"Everyone is me?"

Although he has been coming to Neon for a while, he has never paid much attention to the background of Tsushima Shuji.

After all, when he thought of that couple, all he could think of was looking up at the stars.

After the couple died, their property must have been taken over by the organization.

That’s good, you won’t feel guilty when using it!

"...Is this Mr. Tanaka?" He called the old butler.

…

In the afternoon, he appeared at the gate of Tsushima Club.

"Welcome, President Tsushima." Staff members wearing black professional suits, men on the left and women on the right, stood in two rows. As soon as Shuji Tsushima stepped out of the car door, he heard a deafening welcome.

Shuji Tsushima:...Actually...it doesn't have to be like this...

He began to hesitate whether to go out or not.

He also saw cameras and news crews not far away.

I heard the enthusiastic explanation from the other party.

"Hello everyone, this is the gate of Tsushima Club. Since the accidental death of Chairman Tsushima and Director Aland ten years ago, their only son has appeared for the first time in ten years..."

"It is said that this appearance is due to the flying locomotive that caught fire some time ago..."

A young man wearing a black suit coat got out of the car.

The slender figure is visible to the naked eye, and the bandages wrapped around his body clearly show the other party's illness.

His temperament is cool and reserved, and he has a calm and unhurried demeanor.

He came to the background board with a black and red motorcycle and sat in the center of the press table.

Adjust the position of the microphone in front of you comfortably.

"About the flying motorcycle that was accidentally photographed some time ago and made the front page of the news, our staff were very surprised when they found out..."

"That time, our staff were actually testing the performance of the locomotive..."

"President Tsushima! May I ask, what do you think about Mr. Suzuki Shiro's speech?" A reporter raised his hand and asked loudly.

"Of course we welcome Mr. Suzuki's purchase after the successful development of our product..." the young man in the black suit said without changing his expression.

"In other words, will flying motorcycles become a product sold by Tsushima Corporation in the future?"

"Of course, the original purpose of researching a product is to sell it..." the boy president nodded without hesitation and said loudly.

"So, when will it be officially sold?"

"Well... you have to ask our researchers. Well, you can look forward to it. Maybe it will be officially sold before the next Valentine's Day." The young man tilted his head and winked.

The surrounding flashlights kept lighting up, and the photographers took pictures without stopping.

Let's not mention the products, just say that the fourteen-year-old president himself is news worth reporting, especially when the other person is very good-looking.

Both his parents died, and his experience of self-reliance and self-improvement added to his legend.

Who can resist beauty, beauty and misery?

The answer is, no one.

…

"Those reporters took really good photos." Toru Amuro said while looking at the calm young man in the black and white newspaper.

"It's because I'm handsome no matter what." Tsushima Shuji shook his head and retorted.

"So, I have a question, Tsushima-kun, can you answer it for me?" Toru Amuro said slowly.

"? What's your problem first?" Tsushima Maomao's eyes were alert.

"I obviously asked Tsushima-kun about his motorcycle before, right? How did Tsushima-kun answer me at that time?"

"Well, let me think about it, Tsushima-kun seemed to have said - this is really an amazing invention... something like that."

"Why did it become Tsushima-kun's product?" Toru Amuro's lips raised crazily.

"This is indeed an amazing invention. Everyone thinks so, don't you think so?" Shuji Tsushima answered without hesitation, and even asked confidently.

Toru Amuro:......

Okay, actually, even if you don’t tell me, I already know that this is a product invented by the organization. I just want to tease you.

Tsk.

Are all the kiddies today so smart? It’s hard to tease them.

Toru Amuro shook his head sadly.

As well as the technological level of the organization, it is increasingly felt that it is incompatible with the current era.

It's amazing.

…

"Brother, Kaa is in the news again." Vodka held up the newspaper and pointed at the young man in black above.

"Last time, he and Bourbon were in the news. It seems that he solved a poisoning case..." Vodka said while thinking about it.

Gin took a deep drag on the cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"That pushy, troublesome brat."