COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

"I will take you to the organization's research institute later. Put on your hood before getting off the car so that no one can see your face."

In the car, Gin threw a black hood to Tsushima Shuji and said.

"Remember to hide the bandages on your neck and hands so that Shirley doesn't see them." Gin added.

"Hey, that peripheral member's sister." Shuji Tsushima rested his chin on one hand and looked out the car window.

"That guy can't be trusted." Gin said coldly.

"After all, that Rye got into the organization through her~, her identity has been targeted for a long time, so when will the traces be erased?" Shuji Tsushima asked casually.

"It's almost time. Give her hope first, and then let her despair." Gin smiled like an idiot.

"Why do you smile like an idiot when you mention the person you want to kill?" Shuji Tsushima complained expressionlessly.

"The more murderous the intention, the more crazy the man becomes." He added silently.

"Especially that FBI, don't you think he is not worthy of his name? Is he still so murderous?"

Gin twitched the corner of his mouth.

"You talk too much nonsense, Kaa, don't imitate that woman from Belmode."

He suppressed his murderous smile.

"We're here, put on the hood." He said coldly.

Shuji Tsushima didn't refute, silently put on his hood and let Gin carry him away by the collar.

Shuji Tsushima: For the sake of medicine, I can endure it.

He was taken to a laboratory by Gin without seeing anything.

I didn't meet anyone on the way.

"Turn off the monitoring of this laboratory." Gin said while standing in the room.

"Permissions are being verified... Permissions passed... Closing... Closed..." the mechanical female voice stated expressionlessly.

"I wish you a happy use." Carefully use the emotionless mechanical voice.

"Take off the hood." Gin said.

So Shuji Tsushima took off his hood, stood in the laboratory, and saw five experimental subjects wearing silver-white restraint rings on their limbs and necks, and pure white clothes with numbers printed on them.

"They are all failed experimental subjects. They should have been sent for destruction today. Since you proposed it, let them be put to use again." Gin looked at the group of experimental subjects emotionlessly.

"Hey..." Tsushima Shuji sighed meaninglessly.

Then he confidently stretched out his hand towards Gin.

"Where's the medicine?"

An iron box fell into his hand.

When I opened it, I saw a row of red and white capsules inside.

"You have also heard that if you don't eat it, you will be sent to be destroyed. If you eat it, you may survive..." He tossed the iron box up and down and said to the experimental subjects.

"Sa, let's decide. Should you die calmly? Or... take a gamble?"

"Let me state in advance that if you survive after taking this medicine, you can bid farewell to your identity as an experimental subject." The young man said in a leisurely tone, as if he was not conducting experiments on living people.

In the end, the five experimental subjects in front of them all took the pills.

Two of them died after persisting for ten minutes. The third and fourth ones persisted for twenty minutes and their eyes widened unwillingly, like goldfish that rolled their eyes and died.

The fifth one persisted for half an hour. When Tsushima Shuji felt that he had the highest probability of survival, he squatted next to him and observed, but his breathing became weak.

Then his breathing became lighter and lighter, and finally he lost his breath.

"They're all dead." That's really boring.

The moment Tsushima Shuji stood up, the hem of his clothes was firmly grabbed by a hand.

Vodka on the side was so frightened that he took two steps back. Gin immediately drew his gun and was about to blow the subject's head, but was stopped by Tsujima Shuji.

The man who had lost his breathing and heartbeat just now was gasping for air, and veins bulged in the hand holding the hem of his clothes.

Shuji Tsushima squatted down again.

"Oh, you survived." He looked at the other person's bloodshot eyes and said.

A living adult transformed into the size of a primary school student in front of three organization members.

"Isn't this starting to get interesting?"

"Experimental Subject D3762..."

"Very good, from now on, you are my peripheral member." Shuji Tsushima stroked the other person's hair like a dog.

"You have to work hard and get your code name." The young man smiled and whispered meaningfully.

Then he stood up and mercilessly photographed the other person's hand holding the hem of his clothes.

"Have someone send him to the training base for peripheral members." He ordered Gin.

Behind him, the only surviving experimental subject stared at his back with fierce eyes.

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"Now do you still think that the detective who you drank aptx-4869 must be dead?" Tsujima Shuji asked mockingly in the car.

Gin fell into silence.

Then he pulled out a crazy smile full of murderous intent.

"Then just kill him again."

"You know where he is now, otherwise you wouldn't propose doing this experiment." Gin said firmly.

"I was discovered by you..." Tsushima Shuji said with a surprised look on his face.

"But, he is my favorite experimental subject, and don't you think there are too many trash fish in the organization?" Tsushima Shuji said.

"I think that detective will definitely bring us more surprises." The young man said with a mysterious smile.

Shuji Tsushima: After all, in the later stage, almost all the red players will be by Kudo Shinichi’s side. It will be better to catch them all in one fell swoop.

Gin did not refute and acquiesced in his decision.

"Remember to ask the people at the training camp to educate him properly. What I need is a well-trained dog, not a crazy dog ​​that doesn't understand anything." The young man said in a light tone.

"I know, I'll let Vodka tell them." Gin subconsciously wanted to touch the cigarette, but stopped abruptly.

Gee, having a kid around is troublesome.

"Take me back~" Tsushima Shuji said weakly, slumped in the back seat.

Downstairs in the apartment, inside the black Porsche, Gin fell silent.

"Get out of the car." He said coldly.

Vodka peeked at Kaa in the back seat.

It was as if the other party hadn't heard anything, and he slept peacefully.

Finally, Gin got out of the car, opened the back door, and carried the other person into the apartment.

Toru Amuro, who was watching TV in the living room, heard a knock on the door.

I'm still thinking in my heart: Did Kaa lose his wallet and keys when he committed suicide on a whim?

He walked over and opened the door. When he opened the door, what he saw was Gin's unchanged appearance.

And what the other party is carrying... Kaa?

Toru Amuro: Is this someone who failed to commit suicide and was brought back?

However, the next second, a voice full of vitality sounded, giving up his idea.

"Great! It feels like you don't have to walk by yourself!" He cheered and patted Gin's hand away.

Toru Amuro knocked open the door and rushed inside.

Then he stuck his head out, smiled brightly, and closed the door without hesitation.

Gin who was locked out: his fist became hard.

"...Is this really good for him?" Toru Amuro showed some concern for the other person based on the humanitarianism of being a member of the organization.

"Do you want to invite him to come in and have a cup of tea? Have a chat?" The young man looked at him with a strange look.

Toru Amuro made up the picture in his mind, and suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

"You did the right thing," he said.

He didn't want Gin to come in, so that guy could just do his job honestly.