COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

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

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

"The suspect, Shuji Tsushima, was alone on the rooftop at the time of the incident, and he did not have an alibi." Speaking of which, the little brother who reported the case couldn't help but look at Shuji Tsushima, who was standing alone.

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

She also didn't care at all about the suspicious and fearful eyes from the surrounding classmates.

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?"

"It's a waste of time."

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

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

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

"The murderer is you, Yamashita Qiuren." 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 with the lingering bandages on his body raised his tone and seemed to be surprised.

Akito Yamashita clenched his fists.

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

Akito Yamashita trembled uncontrollably.

"However, Yamashita-kun wasn't there at all when the incident happened! 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 Naruya's cell 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 back.

"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 police officers not 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, Akito Yamashita classmate." He suddenly turned his head and stared at Akito Yamashita who was beside him 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 device you arranged are still with you."

"Why don't you show everyone, whose cell phone is yours?" 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..." Yamashita Qiuren's phone fell to the ground.

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

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

Full of disgust.

"It'd be nice for guys like him to be dead!" he said.

"Mingming... 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 couldn't illuminate him.

Yamashita Akito finally collapsed on the ground 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..." Shuji Tsushima said in a deep voice.

[Come to lupin—gin]

［OK—cahors］

She took off her white school uniform, put on a black suit coat, and went straight to Lupin.

This time, Tsushima Shuji didn't commit suicide halfway. He came to lupin peacefully all the way.

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.

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

Although when a shark is a shark, he doesn't mind the blood of the other party spraying everywhere, and he doesn't care that the blood sticks to himself.

But his clothes that were splashed with blood would 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 a detective?" He stared at the hot milk brought by the bartender and asked seriously.

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

After all, he understands the character of the other party when he thinks about it.

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

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

Pointing to the position of the front page to indicate the gin. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"I already am," he said.

Gin:…

His eyes flicked across the newspaper.

Looking at the phrase "a young detective who can see through the heart", he smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's really unpleasant.

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

"No, it's fun 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.

"Also, the last Kudo Shinichi, but he was given medicine by you, and now his life and death are unknown."

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

"If you really betray the organization, I will kill you myself," said the silver-haired man.

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

No matter life or death, it 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.

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