COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Dong Dongdong." Amuro knocked on the door of the room, and then pushed in without waiting for the person inside to answer.

"Ah, did you finish cooking?" Tsushima Shuji asked in a natural tone, looking at Toru Amuro.

"Yeah." Amuro glanced at Wei Que, who was sitting beside him.

"What did you talk about?" asked the boy.

Whiskers look...

Something is not right.

Silent and depressed appearance.

"Hey~ I just talked about some interesting stories, right? Tsuru-kun?" Tsushima Shuji thought about it and said seriously.

Wei Que seemed to have just recovered, put on his sunglasses, and evoked a lazy smile and said, "Yes."

Wearing sunglasses, others can't see the slightest emotion in his eyes.

After all, in today's society, there are more and more conspirators, especially conspirators who can see a lot of things from their expressions and eyes.

Like the bourbon in front of me.

The second-in-command of the intelligence department can find clues from people's physical reactions, expressions, and even emotions.

Typical occult conspirator.

Not a good thing.

The blond and purple-eyed man stared at him for a long time before slowly raising the corner of his mouth: "Oh~"

He snorted inexplicably, and didn't say anything more, no longer bothered about why the atmosphere between the two was so oppressive just now.

"It's dinner time," he just said.

"Eat well." Then he stretched out his hand and took Shuji Tsushima away naturally.

"Ah..." Tsushima Shuji sighed.

Why do people need to eat?

I have to eat because I am hungry.

But Shuji Tsushima never ate because he was hungry.

Can't understand and don't want to understand.

Like most people's desire to be alive.

Tsushima Shuji didn't even need to understand why they wanted to live.

It's useless even if you understand it.

There are thousands of reasons for others to want to live, but none of them can impress Shuji Tsushima.

He clearly knows that he is out of tune with others, and even out of tune with this world, but...

Tsushima Shuji doesn't care.

In some memories, in order to get along with the people around him, he pretended to be funny, dressed as a clown, and smiled brightly with gifts he didn't want.

Tsushima Shuji didn't need to do that.

He just does what he finds interesting.

And in front of this group of members of the organization...

He didn't even need to pretend to be easy to get along with.

There are more members who are misfits and loners.

In organizations, this is the norm.

But even so, the members of the organization are still human.

Humans who need to eat.

And I think Tsushima Shuji also needs to eat.

Even if Shuji Tsushima lied to them before that he was a android.

Bourbon even recited: "In order not to expose your identity, you should eat on time."

"You don't want to be found out that you're an android, do you?"

Bourbon asked with a smile.

Tsushima Shuji: ... Next time I'll put it another way and say that eating will affect the bodily functions of the android?

Amuro Toru carried Tsushima Shuji, and Kana Tsuru followed slowly behind.

The three came to the open-air garden restaurant, which was highly recommended and praised by the hotel owner.

Only to find that there is a grill already set up there.

Arrange the skewered meat on a side plate.

Scotland is standing in front of the grill roasting meat.

And the gin they...

He sat leisurely and contentedly on the side, holding a small wine glass and watching the other party work.

Tsushima Shuji: Too much! How can you just watch Scotland work alone!

"Ah, kind-hearted guests." Tsushima Shuji greeted Gin and the others with an expression they didn't know each other.

"Mr. Anshi, go and help Mr. Midorikawa, he must be very tired by himself." Then he said to Anshi with a face full of reluctance.

Shuji Tsushima: Well, Scotland is too tired to be alone, so I'll let Bourbon go with me!

Toru Amuro: …Scotland is tired so you let me go? Are the others out of hand?

"If they do, we may have to eat meat with the same taste as charcoal." Tsushima Shuji said to Amuro in a very low voice with a sincere expression on his face.

Amuro glanced around the members sitting there.

fell into silence.

What's the use of only killing people and doing missions? A bunch of useless guys.

The man with blond hair and purple eyes sneered around the crowd and walked over to the grill to have a barbecue with Midorikawa without saying more.

The people who were attacked by Amuro Toru's mocking eyes did not respond.

Chianti wanted to get angry at first, but when he thought of the other party roasting meat for them, he forced back.

"I hate golden retrievers." Chianti's swallowtail butterflies fluttered as she blinked.

The guy with blond hair is the most annoying.

Especially the Belmoder guy.

"Blonde hair isn't pretty..." Calvados said with a straight face.

Belmod's blond wavy looks so good...

Before he finished speaking, Calvados saw Chianti's eyes, and he silently swallowed the unfinished words.

They are both snipers and have been trained together.

"Actually, blond hair... It's quite ordinary, and it doesn't look good at all." Calvados shed a crocodile tear for his lost aesthetic.

Luckily he doesn't like Belmod now.

Before it was replaced, he couldn't say such a thing at all.

Instead, he would only say...

Belmod is blond, so blonde must look good.

No matter how Chianti heard it, he could directly pick up the knife and fork at hand and stab him to death.

"I will definitely kill her, kill her..." Chianti said with a paranoid expression.

The rest pretended not to hear.

The organization doesn't allow codename members to kill each other ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ But...

Except for reasons.

For example, the codename member is an undercover or a traitor, and you can kill the other party if you have the evidence.

Another example is that in the course of the mission, a code member dies, it doesn't really matter.

As long as you can explain why the other person died.

Such as being killed by an enemy because of poor strength.

No one is going to investigate the situation on purpose.

"Here are the side dishes and drinks we sent, thank you for your help..." The hotel owner brought some side dishes and a few bottles of drinks.

"President Tsushima, your two bodyguards are amazing. They are so good at cooking. I want to hire them..." Lianlian said with emotion.

"I don't mind, if Mr. Amuro and Mr. Midorikawa are willing to accept your employment." The black-haired boy smiled politely.

"Please stop joking, young master." The blond man and the black-haired man showed helpless expressions at the same time.

"I'm afraid I can't afford to hire two of them. I'm just talking about it, hahahahaha, take it slow..." The hotel owner said with a big laugh.

"It's really good, Tou-Jun and Wu-Jun will participate in the God of Cooking Tournament after a while!" Tsushima Shuji applauded.

"The God of Cooking Tournament...Is there such a competition?" The blond man twitched the corners of his mouth.

Really want to come out is one out ah.

"Ah, isn't there? Hey~ I can do one!" Tsushima Shuji waved his hand and said casually.

It was decided to find someone to hold a God of Cooking competition after a while.

Let Bourbon and the Scottish representative organization win the championship!

"Just be happy." The blond man shrugged.

Anyway, when I go back this time, I and Scotland are going to run away.

As for the game or something...

Kao, go on your own.