COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

In the police station, Shuji Tsushima met Mr. Watanabe.

That is, the murderer of Miss Riaiko.

He refused to admit it.

The police officers who interrogated him realized what it meant to be unable to start.

"It doesn't matter, leave it to me." The young man moved his palms with a smile on his lips.

After all, there was no prisoner who could remain silent in his hands.

"You and Miss Aiko are friends, right?" the black-haired boy sat on the chair in the interrogation room and asked, tapping his fingers on the table.

"I don't know Aiko Kyoko! Don't slander people!"

"And this is the police station, right? When will it be the little devil's turn to ask questions?" said Mr. Watanabe, who had dyed blond hair and was carefree.

"It's because of the money." Ignoring his provocation, the black-haired boy continued tapping the table slowly and said firmly.

"Gudong——" The man with blond hair swallowed.

"I told you I don't know that woman at all! Let me out quickly!" He retorted stubbornly.

"You originally just wanted to ask her to borrow some money, but she told you that as an underground idol, she had no savings. You felt that Miss Aiko deceived you because she was deliberately unwilling to lend you money, so you killed her in anger.

Got her."

"Of course, in the end you find out that she does have no money in her bank card, but everyone has been killed, what can you do?"

"You were afraid of being discovered, so you threw Miss Aiko's body into the sea. You were even afraid that the body would float on the water and be discovered, so you put several large rocks in the bag containing the body.

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"Then he went back to the room, cleaned up all the blood and hair on the floor, and flushed it into the sewer." The young man's tone was calm, and every word he spoke made people feel like he was there, as if he could truly experience the murderer's emotions and thoughts when he committed the crime.

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"What I said is correct, Mr. Watanabe." At the end, at the end, the young man asked coldly.

"Do you want me to tell you the place where you dumped your body?" he asked politely.

Watanabe looked at the young man's eyes, and when he met the kite-colored right eye that seemed to have a bottomless abyss, he began to sweat crazily, panting heavily, and cursed like a maniac.

"That bitch! I just wanted to ask her to borrow some money! But she told me that she had no money, huh? She is obviously an idol, right? Isn't there money that you can get as much as you want? As long as she stretches out her hand, there will be more

It's the dead man who spent money for her!"

Shuji Tsushima looked at the man in front of him who seemed to have a mental problem and lowered his eyes.

"It's so boring."

He stood up and walked out of the interrogation room.

"Now go in and take notes. Mr. Watanabe will definitely cooperate." He said to the policeman standing outside the door.

Then he nodded to Officer Megure.

"Then, I'll say goodbye today."

"Thank you so much for today. You are indeed a famous young detective." Officer Megure praised with a smile from behind.

The black-haired boy left the police station with another blond boy without looking back.

…

"How did you get the prisoner to talk?" Toru Amuro asked as he started the car.

"This kind of thing is very simple." The young man looked at the scenery outside the window with empty eyes.

"No, that's something that several police officers can't do." So it's not simple at all.

"It's very simple for me." The boy just said.

Toru Amuro:...I feel a...subtle...atmosphere.

"Ah, I overused my brain. Dazai said he was so tired, and Kaa said he wanted to eat oranges and canned crab meat!!" The melancholy-looking boy suddenly lay down in the back seat and said in a willful tone.

Toru Amuro:......

Again, think about whether the other person really has multiple personalities.

"Hey, did you hear that? Bourbon, I want to eat crab meat and canned oranges!" Shuji Tsushima puffed out his mouth and stretched out his hand to pull his golden hair with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"Hey...I know, I know, let go of Kaa!" Amuro felt tired as her hair was being pulled out.

Shuji Tsushima quietly threw his blond hair under the seat: Nothing happened ~ no hair! No!

As a result, I went to the supermarket on the way back to the apartment.

"This, this, and this..."

"Tsushima-kun, I remember the canned crab meat in the refrigerator. It seems that you haven't finished it yet, right?" Toru Amuro looked at the high pile of canned crab meat in the shopping cart with a smile.

"Ah? Haven't you finished eating? You forgot." The boy turned around and continued to throw things into the shopping cart without thinking.

Toru Amuro silently put the canned crab meat in the shopping cart back on the shelf one by one.

In the end, I went back with a bag of crab meat and canned oranges.

Toru Amuro: Forget it, I give up.

"I want kelp soup today too! Tou-kun, rush, rush~" The young man sat on the sofa and silently took out his mobile phone, ready to play games.

Before that, he shouted to Toru Amuro in a perfunctory tone.

Toru Amuro:......

…

[Kaa has multiple personalities?——bourbon]

Gin looked at the messages on his phone and put out the cigarette on his fingertips.

[What did he tell you?——gin]

[That kid is a troublesome lunatic. The boss has arranged a doctor for him. I will pick him up in a few days.——gin]

[Okay.——bourbon]

After deleting the message and putting away his phone, Gin smiled with satisfaction as he saw a completed icon appear behind another task on the task list.

The thought of taking that brat to the doctor felt wrong.

Kaa and Belmod were both the types he hated the most.

Kaa talks a lot of nonsense, is a willful brat, and is barely tolerable.

This woman, Belmode, always speaks in a mysterious and sneaky way.

Like an undercover agent.

Why are there so few normal people among the members of the organization?

With this thought in mind, he shot another enemy's head off.

…

[A new doctor has been arranged for you.——gin]

Shuji Tsushima, who was drinking seaweed soup, closed his eyes and pretended not to see it.

As long as he doesn't go, what can they do to him~

Shuji Tsushima: Hey~

[I will take you there myself.——gin]

Shuji Tsushima: The smile suddenly disappeared.

I'm not sick! I'm really not sick! I'm a normal, ordinary person!

Why don't you find out who the new doctor is and kill him?

Shuji Tsushima thought with a heavy look.

The next day, the case he solved was in the news again.

Since the missing person is considered a well-known underground idol, and the fact that the police failed to find out for several days was discovered by him in a few hours, it is a topic of great speculation.

So the headlines in the newspapers are as exaggerated as they come.

"After Kudo Shinichi disappears, a new Sherlock Holmes appears"

"The incredible handsome boy detective has an incredible genius brain"

"The president of Tsushima Club solved another murder case"

Shuji Tsushima: What the hell are these titles? Just looking at them makes me feel embarrassed. Damn it.

But when he saw the words "President of Tsushima Club" on the last title, he fell silent.

It turns out that I am still the president.

Wait, I remember I mentioned before that we were going to get a new flying motorcycle?

It's getting colder, and it's time to let the enemies pay.

With this thought in mind, he dialed Butler Tanaka's number.

"The first version of the flying motorcycle can be officially opened for sale."

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