COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

The weather is sunny today and the wind is gentle.

Suitable for going to the countryside...ah, suitable for private visits in private.

Especially after just getting two restaurants.

Tsushima Shuji almost wanted to call Rum. After all, Rum was also a rare person in the organization who was good at cooking.

Who would have thought that the apparent second-in-command in this organization would have pretty good sushi-making skills?

Speaking of which, Tsushima Shuji’s cooking skills are in the same vein as his boss’s.

You can easily get hospitalized if you eat it, and you can easily hurt yourself when you eat it.

Such as an explosion.

Tsujima Shuji recalled that his father enthusiastically pulled him into the kitchen, and the last two people were dragged out by the bodyguards, looking at each other in disbelief at the blazing fire...

This has happened more than once.

Because the father felt that he should be perfect and should not have shortcomings, so whenever he had time, he would drag Tsushima Shuji, who was just as high as his knees, to cook.

It can be said to be indomitable.

After running out of the burning kitchen again, the father reluctantly touched the face of the expressionless Tsushima Shuji, leaving several black handprints on his young face.

"Sure enough, no one can be perfect, not even a child like Xiuzhi who I regard as a perfect heir." He sighed and said.

"But Xiuzhi is still the most perfect child in my heart..."

The young Shuji Tsushima had no expression on his face: "It's obviously because you can't learn it yourself."

He complained without hesitation.

"Well, I remember there was a member of the organization, he should be from a rum bar, but he was good at cooking." The father said calmly, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Shuji can just leave it to the people below to do such small things." He rubbed Tsushima Shuji's head and smoothly wiped all the black dirt on his hands on the boy's hair.

Shuji Tsushima: I hate people touching my head.

…

Back to the present.

Shuji Tsushima looked at the addresses and information of the two restaurants displayed on his mobile phone, and paused for a moment on one of the lines.

Begins to enthusiastically call out workers for bourbon.

"Let's go try it together~ Tou-kun~ Tou-chan~" he called sweetly.

"Maybe I can give you that restaurant~" The hint hidden in the young man's voice was unmistakable.

So much so that the clerk who worked with him gave Toru Amuro a strange look.

Amuro-kun...is he actually this kind of person?

Toru Amuro: ...The hand holding the phone suddenly had veins popping out.

"Hey? Is Tou-kun too embarrassed to accept it? It doesn't matter. After all, given the relationship between Tou-kun and I, it's normal to give away a restaurant~" the young man said seemingly understandingly.

Toru Amuro felt that the people around him were looking at him more and more wrongly.

A strange look filled with some kind of envy and admiration.

"We just have an ordinary superior-subordinate relationship, Tsushima-kun." Amuro said with a smile.

His eyes casually glanced at the other people who were eavesdropping.

"Hey... Is there a problem with the boss giving the chef a restaurant?" the young man said aggrievedly.

"I'm sorry Tou-kun, I thought you would like it, so I did this. If it causes you any trouble... wuwuwu..." After a burst of suppressed crying, the boy hung up the phone.

Toru Amuro:......?

Feeling the scumbag looks from around him, he slowly put down the phone in his hand.

"Any questions?" He smiled cheerfully.

Everyone shook their heads.

Mr. Amuro is already emitting black smoke!

…

the other side

"Hahahahahahaha..." Tsushima Shuji, who pretended to cry twice, couldn't help but roll on the floor with laughter after hanging up the phone.

"Bourbon must be working in a happy atmosphere now~"

So when Toru Amuro returned to his apartment after finishing his day's work, he saw Tsushima Shuji flying towards him.

So he subconsciously stretched his legs and kicked him.

Shuji Tsushima spun around in the air, perfectly dodged his legs, and landed easily in front of him.

Toru Amuro: ...Oh, as expected of you, black undead, Cahors wine.

I don’t know since when, Tohru Amuro is no longer surprised no matter what kind of things Kaa does.

"Aren't you going to the restaurant? Let's go." He said calmly.

Shuji Tsushima: Bourbon is not fun anymore, it’s boring.

He began to miss the cautious bourbon he had used when he first arrived.

well.

He silently packed his things and followed the calm-looking Amuro Toru downstairs.

well.

…

The two restaurants donated by Mr. Hoshino are located in Ginza.

And they are two neighboring stores.

One is a Japanese sushi restaurant and the other specializes in Chinese cuisine.

They first went to a sushi restaurant called Hoshino.

Shuji Tsushima: Why not change it to a Tsushima restaurant?

The decoration of Hoshino is a typical Japanese decoration, which is divided into upper and lower rooms, with curtains separating each compartment.

There are various ink paintings painted on the curtain.

Toru Amuro went to discuss things with the person in charge of the restaurant, Hoshino's chef.

Because Tsushima Shuji...as soon as he entered the restaurant, he disappeared without a trace.

Toru Amuro, a steady adult, quietly shouldered the responsibility.

"Chef Watanabe, regarding the Hoshino restaurant being gifted to Tsushima Club by Mr. Hoshino..."

"Snapped--"

The tall, middle-aged chef slapped the table in an aggressive manner.

"I don't agree with this matter." He said coldly.

The restaurant was given away without his consent and without any discussion with anyone, including him as the chef.

It’s too much!

If that black-skinned boy dares to say something he doesn't want to hear.

Chef Watanabe stared at the man opposite him with a deep eyebrow.

Under his gaze, the man with blond hair and purple eyes smiled calmly.

"I'm sorry, but this was given to Tsushima Club by everyone at Hoshino. Theoretically speaking, Chef Watanabe has no ability to object at all." His tone was gentle, sounding extremely polite, but not allowing for refutation.

.

Ichiro Watanabe took a deep breath.

"Then, I ask for a Shokuki decision. If I win, Hoshino will belong to me. If I lose, I will stay in Hoshino and work for Tsushima Club." The middle-aged man said with his hands clenched in fists.

Toru Amuro:...I'm really not a professional chef...

How could I possibly eat halberd with you...

"Sorry, I..." He was about to refuse.

"I seem to have heard that someone here wants to eat a halberd?" A figure fell from the beam.

His neck was still tied by the rope, and his body was swinging in mid-air.

He was hung in the air, holding the rope tied around his neck with both hands, and asked like a ghost with his tongue hanging out.

"Wait... when..." Ichiro Watanabe was shocked. He didn't even see anyone come in except the person named Amuro opposite.

"Toru-kun~ Please put me down~ It feels so uncomfortable hanging here~" The hung boy slowly turned around and faced Toru Amuro, sticking out his tongue.

Toru Amuro:…………

He looked at the young man who looked like a hanged man.

fell into silence.

Do you really remember that this restaurant was named Tsushima?