COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

"Tonight is a dark, windy and murderous night."

"Call, bourbon, gin, vodka and other wines will bring you a gorgeous murderous feast."

"Let us invite tonight's guests, the winery male model team to appear -"

"First of all, this handsome dark-skinned guy with beautiful blond hair and purple eyes is our bourbon player. He is a mixed-race member of the decathlon..."

"The next strong man who looks honest and honest is our vodka contestant. He...is an honest man."

"Then, we would like to introduce our last member, the undercover killer of the organization, the cold male model, and the gin player! The gin player is a work expert who works twenty hours a day... It hurts."

Gin expressionlessly stretched out his hand to push Kaa, who was explaining passionately, to the ground, and rubbed his head on the ground.

"Do the task seriously for me."

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." Kaa screamed.

"I know, I know, let go." He slapped Gin upwards and pressed his hand.

Gin relaxed his hand and stood up.

"Really, your atmosphere is obviously too heavy, I just want to be active." The young man sat on the ground and rubbed his face, muttering.

Bourbon, who was watching everything on the sidelines: Isn’t it normal for the atmosphere to be heavy when doing tasks?

Who would be so lively and lively when doing tasks?

Vodka: It really deserves to be Kaa.

"Are all their members here?" Gin reached out and touched the cigarette in his coat pocket, picked it up and put it down again.

"Well, except for the three people killed by Chuuya, everyone else is here." The black-haired boy said, holding up the binoculars.

Toru Amuro rolled her eyes.

Chuuya? The last time I met that orange-haired boy?

"Whisky...heh." Gin smiled with satisfaction.

Amuro's pupils shook violently.

Another member of the organization with a code name? That boy? He and Kaa... what's going on between them.

Why did he become a member of Codename at such a young age...

Obviously he got into this position with great difficulty.

"Hey, you two are both workaholics, so you really have something in common." The black-haired boy rolled his eyes.

"Chuuya has gone to do other tasks. After all, you are responsible for the peripheral members, Gin. Chuuya is not responsible for this aspect."

I see. Is the boy codenamed Whiskey, like Gin, responsible for a certain aspect of the organization?

Toru Amuro pondered silently.

"Everyone is here, it's time for us to appear." The black-haired boy stood up and patted his clothes.

"It should be enough for you alone." Gin looked at him.

"This is the first task you have done since you came back." He didn't know what he meant.

"That's enough." The young man walked off the rooftop with a brisk tone.

…

In the gathering place of the Mud Dragon Society.

A burly man who looked like he weighed two hundred pounds was sitting at the top.

Below, dozens of gangsters with tattoos on their arms, blond hair, and red hair were whispering.

"Brother, what should we do? That guy asked us to come here. Could it be because of those two people last time?"

"Are they the two people we killed last time?"

"That guy killed three people and then asked us to come back alive to inform us to gather."

"What does he mean? Wants to kill us all?"

"Quiet." The man sitting in the high seat, the president of the Mud Dragon Society, said in a deep voice.

"That guy probably wants an explanation from us."

"We killed two of them and they killed three of us."

"It's even, let's talk about peace next," he said with a confident look.

"But... what if... what if they really want to kill us all?" someone trembled.

"Why are you panicking! Didn't you only see one person?! There are nearly forty of us here, are we still afraid that we can't defeat him?!" the president scolded.

"Brother...I think...otherwise we call the police..."

"Shut up! The other party is dead and he didn't call the police, so he is preparing to speak according to the rules of the road. If we call the police, how can we still hang out on the road in the future!" The man said righteously.

"But...but..."

Pat-ta-ta-

The sound of small leather shoes stepping on the ground was heard outside the door.

"Hey, good evening." The young man who opened their door greeted them calmly.

He looks quite childish, with baby fat still on his fair face, but his right eye is wrapped with a snow-white bandage, and his neck, arms and other parts are also wrapped with snow-white bandages.

The only exposed kite-colored left eye is cold and world-weary.

This young man dressed in black greeted them with a smile and a cold, world-weary look.

"Who are you?!!"

"How did you get in?!!" Someone was shocked.

"This seems to be the representative who came to negotiate peace with us..." The man on the high seat was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Talking to peace? Sorry, you don't have this chance." The young man's tone was arrogant and bad.

"Well, don't waste your time, bye~"

"boom--"

The man on the high seat leaned back and died in his position.

"Gun...this guy...has a gun!"

"Quick, call the police."

"Oops, there's no signal." Someone was holding the phone and shaking all over.

"boom--"

"two……"

"boom--"

"Three..."

Like a young man taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, every time a gunshot is heard, a life is taken away.

"boom--"

"20...Ah, there are no more bullets..." The young man shook the gun in his hand and said in a disappointed tone.

The remaining people around showed expressions of relief that they had escaped death.

But he saw the young man pull out another pistol.

"I lied to you." He tilted his head and smiled.

"Devil...you are the devil..." Someone huddled on the ground, holding his head and trembling.

"Ah, how can you say that to someone?" The young man poked his head out from beside him and said dissatisfied.

"the last one……"

The bullet kissed his forehead.

"Really, there are three more bullets..." The young man sighed.

"Bang-bang-bang-"

Three shots were fired in succession on the last person.

"Sa, you can go back and play games."

…

"Is it really okay to let Kaa deal with them alone?" Bourbon couldn't help but frown.

Although he knew that there must be a reason why Kaa became a member of Codename at such a young age, he always thought it was because of his intelligence.

Not really?

"Don't underestimate him, that guy is a black undead." Gin expressed his disdain for his worries.

"Let's go." He looked at his phone, put out his cigarette, and put away the sniper rifle mounted on the rooftop.

"Isn't this done very well? Not a single bug escaped." He said unclearly.

"Kaa's mission... is over?" Bourbon looked at him and started to pack his things, and asked tentatively.

"Go back to the car and wait for him." Gin said.

The three of them returned to the car.

Not long after, the young man's figure appeared in their sight.

The hem of his loose black coat was blown up by the wind, and his black hair also changed direction due to the wind, and his expression was world-weary and tired.

The darkness revealed in that kite-colored left eye was frightening.

He opened the car door and got in the car.

The moment he got into the car, a series of explosions came from where the Mud Dragon Society's base was.

"Sorry, there were a little too many bombs." The young man apologized expressionlessly and in a tired tone.

until they leave that area.

There were a total of 37 explosions, corresponding to the 37 people who died inside.

Kaa dropped bombs on everyone.

"You can go back and play your game." Gin, the co-pilot, snorted coldly.

"Hurry up, hurry up, send me back, I haven't finished the game yet~" The young man urged dissatisfiedly, as if he had changed into a different person in an instant.

"Really, when Kaa first came here, he looked so frightening to me." Toru Amuro breathed a sigh of relief and joked.

"Huh? It's Bourbon. You're too timid. You see, Gin doesn't react at all." Kao muttered.

Am I timid? Are you talking about me? Are you talking about Bourbon, the codename member of an organization who dares to go against Gin? How timid?!

"...That makes sense." Toru Amuro nodded stiffly in agreement.

Toru Amuro: I think he's just used to it.

He remembered what Gin told him that Kaa was a black undead...

what does it mean?