COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

"He's dead." The policeman responsible for the autopsy looked at the body lying on the ground and shook his head.

"The cause of death was poisoning." He said, looking at the deceased's purple lips and face.

People around were panicking.

"How could it be possible? How could he be poisoned?" Several people who seemed to be the other party's younger brothers were trembling and asked in disbelief.

Atobe Keigo supported Tsushima Shuji, who had fallen into a coma, and prepared to leave.

But found...

Lost the chance to leave.

The police cordoned off the tennis court and did not allow anyone to go out.

Due to Atobe Keigo's behavior of trying to leave just now, he and the unconscious Tsushima Shuji were successfully targeted.

"Someone over there wants to run!"

With a shout, the focus of the audience shifted from the corpse to Atobe Keigo.

Atobe Keigo:……

Shuji Tsushima who fell into a coma: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

This is a thank you gift~

"What's going on?" A policeman came over and asked.

"It must be that guy! He killed someone! He's the only one here for the first time!" Someone pointed at Atobe Keigo and shouted.

"I see that guy is so sneaky that he doesn't even dare to show his face. Maybe the person he is holding is no longer alive!" someone speculated loudly.

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience fell into panic.

After someone killed a person in front of them, he arrogantly took another body and prepared to run away?

Shuji Tsushima, who is no longer alive: Thank you, brother, I received your blessing~

Hey~ Atobe-senpai, you can’t escape tomorrow’s news~

The sneaky murderer Keigo Atobe who dares not show his face:...

"Huh? How could I do something so unglamorous as murder?" His tone was disdainful and full of disbelief.

He seemed shocked that someone would suspect him of doing such a thing.

"So, can you take off your hat?" the policeman asked politely and cautiously.

Atobe Keigo, who wants to hide his identity and act in a low profile:…………

"It seems that I have nothing to do with the word low-key." He raised his hat with a helpless tone.

Combing a handful of blond hair with her hands.

Look flamboyant.

"You are..." The policeman's eyes widened.

"I actually know..." Do you know me?

Before Keigo Atobe could say anything, he was interrupted by the policeman.

"Are you still a minor?!!" The policeman said in an unbelievable tone.

Atobe Keigo, who has already started taking over his own company at the age of eighteen:...

A certain fourteen-year-old Tsushima Shuji who is in a coma: Pfft~

"You don't really believe that I killed that person, do you? You didn't even find the reason?" Atobe Keigo fell into deep thought.

Neon police...are they all like this?

I always feel like the taxes my family pays each year support a bunch of losers.

"So, what evidence do you have to prove that you have no reason to kill?" a policeman asked in a serious tone.

"Ah? Of course it's because I don't know that person at all." Atobe Keigo looked confused.

Can't you policemen understand such a simple thing?

"What evidence do you have to prove that you don't know the deceased?" the policeman continued to ask.

Atobe Keigo:……

How do you want me to prove it?

Shuji Tsushima: Hahahahahahahaha, come on, Atobe-senpai~

…

"What is the situation with the person you are supporting next to you? Could it be possible?" the policeman guessed.

Did he kill someone and take away the body to hide it?

He watched Atobe Keigo warily, as if looking at an outlaw.

"Take off the hat of the person you are supporting," he warned.

Atobe Keigo:...There is nothing we can do.

I have no choice but to let you be on the news with me, Tsushima.

Don't worry, I will let them take a better picture of you.

If it doesn't look good, I will ask someone to remind them to change the photo.

As for myself...

Of course, I am always as gorgeous as ever.

Atobe Keigo thought like this and lifted Tsushima Shuji's hat.

"This boy..." The policeman looked at the face with a bandage on his right eye, black slightly curly hair, pale skin, and closed eyes.

Lost in thought.

This look is very familiar...

It is very similar to a person they often discuss within the police.

"Isn't this... some pretty boy detective?" someone whispered.

"Is he already dead? What a pity..." Someone looked at the blood on the young man's mouth and sighed.

"Isn't he the president of Tsushima Club? Why is he here..." People whispered.

"It's Tsushima-kun who often helps the police solve cases... What did you do to him?" the policeman said as if he had remembered, and turned to Atobe Keigo with a vigilant look.

Atobe Keigo is already preparing to call his own legal team.

He completely lost the desire to talk to these policemen.

If it doesn't make sense, give up.

So many years of taxes paid in vain!

When he finished the call, the boy he was supporting closed his eyes, coughed and then opened his left eye.

He took a look at his surroundings and blinked.

This reassured everyone who suspected that he had been killed.

"Tsushima-kun...do you know the situation?" the policeman asked impatiently.

Shuji Tsushima:...Wasn't I in a coma just now? Why are you so impatient!

The black-haired boy looked around.

"I saw the deceased drinking a bottle of juice before."

"This is a case of juice poisoning, and the murderer was the bottle of poisonous juice." The young man gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and said casually.

"But, we bought that bottle of juice from the vending machine! No one has tampered with it at all..." Several attendants suddenly said in horror.

"The vending machine...could it be the random murder case?! The murderer who put the poisonous drink into the vending machine..." the policeman said in a tone of sudden realization.

"No." The black-haired boy frowned, his eyes cold.

"How could it be such a coincidence that the drink thrown by the murderer happened to be what the deceased wanted to drink?"

"Do these... followers dare to buy him other drinks?" he said sarcastically.

"I'm afraid those who were still alive at the time would have beaten them to death first," he said indifferently.

"Then this is..." The policeman was uneasy.

"Such a simple question... Tsk." The black-haired boy said impatiently.

"Of course the murderer wanted you to think that the deceased was killed by a criminal who committed poisoning in a vending machine," he explained.

"Knowing the drink the other party is accustomed to drinking, and being able to poison it in advance... cough." The boy made a fist with one hand in front of his mouth and coughed.

Atobe Keigo watched his Adam's apple rolling up and down under the bandage, swallowing the blood he was about to spit out.

But there was still some food that was too late to swallow and overflowed from the corners of the mouth.

"Of course he is the follower of the deceased." The black-haired boy wiped the corners of his mouth nonchalantly and said.

"The poison is still hidden in that follower now..." the young man said, looking at the followers.

"It's you." His eyes stayed on one of them.

"Let me guess where you hid the poison...cough..." He spat out a mouthful of blood without changing his expression, took out a handkerchief from his body and wiped his mouth.

While looking at that person up and down.

"I see, it's in the sleeves." He just continued to say casually.

"Officer, why don't you try searching..." He covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and a bright red smeared in the center of the white handkerchief.

"Please cooperate with my search." The policeman stood in front of the other party and said.

"Why...why do you know..." The murderer, whose body was stiff and the poison was found, slumped on the ground helplessly.

Half-kneeling and covering his head, he collapsed and shouted.

"Hey? Isn't it very simple?" the young man said casually.

…

"Master Xiuzhi!!!"

Butler Tanaka, who received the news about his young master from the housekeeper of the Atobe family, rushed to the scene with a group of bodyguards in black.

Including Toru Amuro, who was brought along.

"I didn't say anything," Atobe Keigo explained.

Shuji Tsushima sighed.

"Sorry for making you worry again, Mr. Tanaka." He said to the old butler full of apology.

"The state of reasoning just now... must have scared Atobe-senpai..." He turned to face Atobe Keigo again.

"I'm sorry, I just... can't control myself as soon as I get into that kind of crime-solving state..." the black-haired boy said sheepishly.

"Master Xiuzhi, you're fine..." Butler Tanaka checked his young master up and down and breathed a sigh of relief.

Atobe Keigo felt a ball of handkerchief stuffed into his hand:...

Looking at the young man's expression, he silently hid the handkerchief.

Just help this guy Tsushima once.

"Master Keigo..." Butler Tanaka looked at the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy with a serious expression.

Toru Amuro cast a sympathetic look.

It looks like he's going to be scolded like crazy.

I was scolded by the other party for an hour before.

"Really, thank you very much, Master Jingwu, for taking Master Xiuzhi to play with you..."

"This is the first time I have seen Master Xiuzhi so happy..." Butler Tanaka said with emotion.

Toru Amuro:???

That's too much of a double standard, Mr. Tanaka!

Tsujima Shuji was so happy for the first time:......It seems that my acting skills are really good.

"Ah, ahem, well, Tsushima is an excellent junior, it's just a small matter." Keigo Atobe clenched his fists and coughed unnaturally.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." He said goodbye.

"The state of reasoning during today's reasoning is very beautiful." Tsushima Shuji affirmed when passing by him.

Shuji Tsushima...

He is an absolute genius...

Whether it is a dazzling and dazzling posture when reasoning, or a cool posture when the victory is in hand in the archery competition, it is more suitable for the opponent than the posture when the opponent is suppressing pain and vomiting blood.

When I think about the fact that the opponent just came into contact with tennis today, he is already playing better than most ordinary people who have been exposed to tennis for two or three years.

Atobe Keigo felt sorry for this.

If it weren't for that body...

He shook his head and stopped thinking.

At least, even with such a weak body, Tsushima Shuji is a well-deserved genius.

This is enough.