COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

Shuji Tsushima returned to his house in Kyoto in silence.

During dinner, I received a call from the competition organizing committee.

"So I don't have to participate in the next knockout round, right?" came the young man's cold voice that could not distinguish the emotion or anger.

The person in charge of the call was sweating crazily on his forehead. Even though he knew that the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see what was happening, he bowed and apologized crazily.

"Yes, I'm really sorry. Because of your strength, other players strongly asked us to do this. I'm really sorry..." He bowed crazily to apologize while wiping the sweat that was constantly coming out of his forehead.

I am afraid that the other party will say something difficult.

"Okay, I understand." However, the boy opposite just answered calmly.

The employee who was about to continue apologizing was stunned in place.

"Is there anything else?" The young man opposite said in a cold tone.

"No, no more..." the employee replied solemnly.

"Okay." The boy hung up the phone.

"...Hey...?" The employee, who was still bending over and bowing, did not react until the phone was hung up.

Employee: Is it over like this? Is there such a good thing?

Everyone who was standing aside and watching secretly gathered around to congratulate him.

"That's great. That young master Tsushima is a good person."

"It doesn't look arrogant."

…

Shuji Tsushima, who had just hung up the phone on the other side: Oops, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

It’s really great to no longer have to face the desperate stage of social death!

Shuji Tsushima: If possible, I hope there is no such thing as a support group in the world.

However, he has no ill feelings towards Atobe Keigo and others.

Well, the other party took the initiative to say hello at the banquet before because he was young and it was his first time to attend such an occasion, so he took special care of him. He could still tell.

He is indeed a good man, Atobe-kun.

Although……

The other party's style was always so flamboyant, and he couldn't bear it.

Tsujima Shuji: The mood is very complicated. What a weird emotion it is.

Not everyone is like you, you are the King of Ice Emperor/King of Monkey Mountain! (Crossed out

Since it would be his turn to play until the finals, Shuji Tsushima quietly took back his previously decided idea of ​​staying in Kyoto for a few days.

Although Butler Tanaka is a perfect butler, but...

Shuji Tsushima: I'm sorry, but I still want to go back and persecute Bourbon, hehe.

The operation of frantically mixing water for yourself is really interesting. On the one hand, Kaa cannot find out that he is the real wine, and at the same time, other people in the organization cannot find out that he is a police undercover agent.

Well, this other person, of course, refers to everyone except Gin.

If Gin cannot be trusted, the organization should be disbanded.

So under the reluctant watch of the old housekeeper, Tsushima Shuji returned to his apartment in Tokyo.

…

[I arrived at the apartment.——cahors]

[I'll go back later.——bourbon]

"Ah ah, so boring..." The young man lay on the sofa and looked at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

"What should we do before Bourbon comes back..."

"Are you going out? Or..."

"Ah, it's so boring. I've decided! Let's continue to commit suicide in a refreshing, clear and energetic way!" He jumped off the sofa and said energetically.

…

"If Kao is here today, let's buy some food and go home." Toru Amuro thought after getting off work.

However, when he returned to the apartment and stood at the door of the apartment, he smelled a pungent smell through the door.

Toru Amuro:???

Could it be...

His pupils suddenly contracted.

He quickly opened the door, and immediately, a strong smell of gas floated outside the door.

"Ahem..."

Toru Amuro was choked and coughed.

However, he quickly rushed into the apartment, looking for Shuji Tsushima.

As soon as I rushed to the living room, I saw someone lying on the sofa, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen and his eyes closed with a peaceful expression.

Toru Amuro:!!!

He rushed forward and touched the other person's breath, and he was relieved when he felt that there was still breathing.

He quickly turned off the gas and opened all the doors and windows for ventilation.

Then he looked at someone sleeping peacefully and gritted his teeth.

He silently sent a message to the person on his mobile phone who took a picture of Gin without makeup.

[Kaa committed suicide with gas while I was away.——bourbon]

[Still in a coma.——bourbon]

Bourbon: Yes, I don’t dare to hit you, but Gin will certainly dare.

Gin received the bourbon text message: silently crushing the wine glass in his hand.

[Send him to the hospital.——gin]

Toru Amuro looked at the news with doubts in his eyes.

He looked at Shuji Tsushima with a deep expression.

Gin is not in a hurry this time? Kaa, are you dying? Is the organization going to abandon you?

With this in mind, he decided to send the person to the hospital. After all, gas poisoning... can also kill people.

After arriving at the hospital, he received news from Gin.

[Which hospital.——gin]

Bourbon suddenly felt relieved.

Fortunately, the organization hasn't given up on you yet, Kao.

He silently sent the address to Gin.

That way I don't have to worry about no one beating you up. That's great, Kaa!

As soon as Tsushima Shuji opened his eyes, he felt Gin's sanctions.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

"Get your hands off my precious hair!!"

The boy whose head was pressed was beating the hospital bed crazily.

"Ha." Gin who was sitting next to him sneered, not caring about his struggle.

"Are you brave? Kaa."

"My bare-faced photos? Huh?" he said, thinking about the photos the other party sent in the group, and his hands became stronger.

Although he is not a person who cares about other people's opinions, but!

His face is natural! Natural! Natural! Does that kind of thing deserve to be compared with him?

Disgusting brat!

The boy whose head was held down and his face buried in the pillow was struggling less vigorously.

"Breathing...can't come..." he muttered.

Toru Amuro stood aside, silently taking out his mobile phone and taking photos frantically because Kaa couldn't see his expression.

However, he only dared to pat the boy's hand and the boy, but did not take a picture of Gin's face at all.

Bourbon: I want to take a picture too, but Gin is staring at me.

That's great, Kaa.

How pitiful.

He thought to himself and struggled to control his laughter.

"Do you still want to die? Kaa." Just when the boy gave up struggling, Gin changed the hand that was holding the boy's head to pulling the boy's hair, forcing him to lift his head.

"If you want to die, I can send you on your way right now." He sneered as he watched the boy open his empty right eye.

"...No, you won't give me a happy death." He stared quietly at Gin's dark green eyes for a while, looked away, and said unhappy.

How could gin make him die so quickly? The most it could do was torture him and then ask someone to cure him.

Shuji Tsushima: Gin is a pervert!!!

"Next time, let me waste my time to see you who committed suicide..." Gin Jiu said coolly.

Shuji Tsushima: Get lost! Do you think I want to see you!!

Thinking of this, he glared angrily at Bourbon standing next to him.

Damn it, you are the one who always likes to tell lies!

Change! I want to change a nanny!