COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"The deceased Ito Naruya, male, fifteen years old..."

"It was discovered that Akito Yamashita had received a call from the other party before Ito Naruya died."

"The suspect Tsushima Shuji was alone on the rooftop when the incident happened, and there was no alibi." Having said that, the little brother who reported the case couldn't help but look at Tsushima Shuji, who was standing alone.

He was so calm, as if he didn't care that he was suspected of being the murderer.

He didn't even care about the suspicious and fearful eyes from the students around him.

He just stood there with dark eyes, as if he was out of tune with the people around him.

Yamashita looked at him. In fact, he was not the only one looking at each other. Others were more or less looking at each other.

Then they heard him say.

"so troublesome."

"Why aren't those detectives here?"

"What a waste of time."

The young kite's right eye is full of fatigue and impatience, and there is an irresistible temperament.

"Don't waste your time, officer." The boy stood there, his voice clear and impatient.

The sense of nervousness between the eyebrows and eyes became more and more obvious.

"The murderer is you, Yamashita Qiu Ren." He said so.

"What are you talking about, Tsushima-kun, Ito and I are friends who grew up together!" Yamashita Akito retorted with a flushed face.

"Hey? So it's a friend? Isn't it a little brother and a punching bag?" The boy who was covered in bandages raised his voice, seemingly surprised.

Akito Yamashita clenched his fists.

"This dagger is really accurate, it's like an archer with a hundred hits." Tsushima Shuji said inexplicably.

Yamashita Akito trembled uncontrollably.

"However, Yamashita-kun was not there at the time of the incident! And I also received a call from Ito." Someone retorted.

"No, no, can't the phone be faked? Can't you record it? You have found Ito Nariya's mobile phone?" Tsushima Shuji's expression was exaggerated, and his tone was too exaggerated.

"This kind of method of providing yourself with an alibi is too simple." He was dismissive.

"Do you have any evidence?" someone asked.

"There is no evidence, everything is nonsense!" Yamashita Qiuren retorted.

"The evidence is clearly in front of you." Tsushima Shuji said.

To him, the motive for the love murder was simply too simple, but no one around could see it.

Don't these cops do things without detectives?

"The things in this warehouse are murder tools."

"Why didn't the murderer take the dagger from the deceased's chest? It's very simple, because he can't do it~"

"That's right, classmate Yamashita Akito." He suddenly turned his head and stared at the restless Yamashita Akito with his kite-colored right eye.

"Although you used the fitness equipment in the warehouse to make a trap, tied Ito Naruya to a fixed position in advance, and successfully used the trap to kill Ito Naruya with a dagger, but in order to seek an alibi, you have no chance to use the dagger at all. Take it away."

"As for the evidence..."

"Ito Naruya's cell phone and the remote control you arranged are still with you."

"Why don't you show everyone, whose cell phone belongs to you?" Tsushima Shuji said confidently.

Akito Yamashita squeezed the phone tightly and didn't say a word.

"As for the motive for the murder, I also know clearly~"

"You and Ito Cheng also grew up together since childhood, but you are not friends. When Ito Cheng also beat you, you should have been quite hard." Tsushima Shuji said this, his tone seemed to be sympathetic, Listening carefully, I think I think too much.

This sentence sounds obviously sarcastic.

"That guy..." The phone in Yamashita Qiuren's hand fell to the ground.

Tears splashed drop by drop on the dusty floor of the warehouse.

"That guy, Ito Naruya, didn't treat me like a human at all!" He raised his head suddenly, even though he was crying, his expression was still fierce.

Full of disgust.

"Guys like him should be dead!" he said.

"Obviously... Obviously I have repeated the experiment thousands of times..."

"Obviously I checked it myself, this will be a perfect crime."

"Your only mistake is to involve me and want me to take the blame for you." The boy in the white uniform said.

"In my opinion, your mistake is too obvious." He seemed to be standing in the light, but the light could not illuminate him.

Yamashita Qiuren finally sat on the ground powerless and was put on a silver bracelet.

...

The next day, on the front page of the newspaper, a picture of Shuji Tsushima was displayed impressively.

"Teiguang's high school detective Tsushima Shuji..."

"The young detective who sees through the heart..."

"The Incredible Young Detective..."

Tsushima Shuji: …………

[Host, you seem to be on fire...] The system stumbled.

"As a real sake, I actually became a detective..." Tsushima Shuji said in a deep tone.

[Come to lupin—gin]

[OK—cahors]

Take off the white school uniform, put on a black suit coat, and go straight to Lupin.

This time, Tsushima Shuji didn't commit suicide halfway. He came to Lupin calmly and peacefully.

Gin and vodka are still the same shape for thousands of years, as if there is only one set of clothes.

Of course, Tsushima Shuji knew that there were at least thirty coats of the same style in the gin wardrobe.

Change a set every day, and you won't wear the same set of clothes for a month.

Moreover, although Gin is a killer, he has a cleanliness addiction and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Although the shark man didn't mind the opponent's blood spraying everywhere, and he didn't care about the blood sticking to himself.

But the clothes that he splashed with blood will be destroyed by him and burned directly to ashes.

Under the majesty of his big brother, vodka can only follow in the footsteps of gin.

This time, without using gin, the bartender consciously brought a glass of hot milk and placed it next to the gin.

"Gin, do you think I'm like a detective?" He stared at the hot milk served by the bartender, and asked solemnly.

"Hmph, what? You want to play the detective game?" Gin didn't deny it, but just asked.

After all, what the other party thinks is a character, and he understands it.

It's not impossible to suddenly want to be a detective.

"Look." The black-haired boy took out a newspaper from his coat.

Point to the location of the front page to signal Gin.

"I am already," he said.

Gin:  …

His eyes flicked across the newspaper.

Looking at the words "a young detective who can see through people's hearts", he smiled.

Of course, when he smiled, it was as if a beast met its prey, with malicious intent and full of killing intent.

"Have you had an incident at school?" the silver-haired man asked.

"Yeah, that murderer still wants to frame me." The boy muttered in dissatisfaction.

"The evidence is so obvious that I can't even pretend that I can't see it!"

"It's almost like a bold and extra-large font is in front of you, you can't even see it." The young man ranted.

"Someone said you were going to be the next Kudo Shinichi?" Gin asked.

Really upset.

Tsushima Shuji is clearly a member of the organization, born black, how can he become the next detective kid.

"No, it's interesting to play detective games occasionally, let me be the next Kudo Shinichi..." Tsushima Shuji shuddered.

"I'm better suited to be Moriarty than to be Sherlock Holmes," he thought.

"And the last Kudo Shinichi, but you were given medicine, and now it's unclear whether he is alive or dead."

"I don't want to be used as a test by you." He pouted.

"If you really betray the organization, I will kill you with my own hands," said the silver-haired man.

Shuji Tsushima, who is regarded as an adopted son by the boss.

Whether life or death, can only belong to the organization.

"I think it's quite comfortable to be the eldest young master of the organization, and I can call you at will~" the black-haired boy said with a smile.

Gin:  …

Go away, troublesome brat.