COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"I can rest assured that."

After learning that no one had lived in this room before, Wei Que put the suitcase back again.

"Go down and prepare dinner." The black-haired, red-eyed man walked into the kitchen.

after an hour.

Wei Que sat calmly in front of the table with candlesticks, looked at the dishes that could only be eaten in top restaurants, and held up a knife and fork.

Brandy…

Really not trained in a professional chef academy?

Can the average person do this?

I have a subtle feeling that my two contemporaneous periods have already been lost.

Will they really not be disliked when they come back?

Get in touch with them later.

After dinner.

"Master Xiuzhi, please let me serve you to wash..." The black-haired, red-eyed man chased after the young man with a smile and offered himself.

"Bang—" The boy walked into the room with a blank expression and slammed the door shut.

Wei Que watched as Brandy's face was hit by the door.

"Are you alright?" Wei Que asked, twitching the corners of her mouth.

"Well, I'm fine, thank you for your concern." The black-haired, red-eyed man turned his head, wiped his nosebleed with a handkerchief, and replied with an elegant smile.

Witch: Brandy...in every sense...it's strong.

Kao... is also very strong.

These two...

"You'll be fine..." Wei Que nodded and returned to the room.

He turned around and started calling his two contemporaries.

Of course, he preferred Scotland over Bourbon.

The call was quickly connected.

"Wei Que? What's the matter?" The Scottish voice on the other end of the phone was still gentle, as if to think that the other party should also have a gentle smile on his face.

"I just wanted to tell you that Brandy and I replaced you and became Kaa's partner." Wei Que explained.

"It's you and Brandy... what kind of person is Brandy?" Scotland asked.

"It's... a strange guy, a lackey who calls himself Kaa, has no shame, and doesn't seem to have a sense of morality... a typical organizational character." Wei Que thought for a while and commented.

"The lackey... another one." Scotland smiled.

Wei Que keenly heard a small sound coming from the other end of the phone.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The sound of a crit like a fist to the flesh, and the muffled sound of a person.

"Are you on a mission?" Wei Que asked.

This movement...

Are you abusing or interrogating the enemy?

"That's it." Scotland looked at the figure in the corner who was pulling the collar of a person, punching the other person with punch after punch.

Seeing that the other party was almost beaten to death.

Scotland didn't even say a word to stop it.

"The movement is too loud, Bourbon, the other side of the phone heard it." He just reminded with a still gentle face.

"Bang—" The last punch.

The other party's eyes rolled, and there was no sound at all.

"Understood." The blond man loosened the dead man's collar, stood up and wiped the blood splattered on his face, took off the blood-covered gloves, rolled them up at will, put them in the evidence bag he carried with him, and put them away. .

"Didn't you say you want to catch a few living undercover agents and send them back to Xiabu to use?" Scotland's tone was helpless.

We agreed to catch a few undercover agents, let Chablis brainwash them, and then put them back to the original agency for reverse undercover operations.

Killed like that...

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't control it for a while." The blond man smiled brightly and raised his hands in embarrassment.

A few figures in the corner who were **** and unable to move shed tears helplessly.

"The undercover agent is also dead, and his family is useless. Kill it." Scotland's tone was gentle and helpless.

"That's what I mean, anyway, there are still a lot of undercover agents alive." The blond man smiled.

Pulled out a gun.

I ignored the frantically shaking heads of the bound figures and the tears that fell.

"boom-"

"boom-"

"boom-"

Three shots were fired.

Wei Que frowned, answering the phone while doing tasks? These two are really idle.

"We're going to start running away. Let's talk next time." Scotland's voice sounded.

Then came the sound of the car starting, and the sound of tires rubbing on the ground.

And the sound of the phone hanging up.

"The driving skills of the second teacher are really suitable for escape..." Wei Que said with emotion.

…

On the other side, Shuji Tsushima was also talking on the phone.

Opposite is a schoolboy who is alone in the hospital.

"Haihara just came to the hospital..."

"She said...if I tell Xiaolan these things...she will definitely be targeted by the organization..."

"The organization will kill all the insiders..." Edogawa Conan's voice was dazed and suppressed.

Tsushima Shuji blinked and was a quiet listener.

Although what the other party said was wrong, he did not refute it.

It is true that the organization will kill all the insiders, but the organization will never check whether the other party knows or not.

People related to Edogawa Conan, the organization actually acquiesced that they knew about it.

For example, Dr. Akasa, the Mori father and daughter, the boy detective team, the Kudo couple, the Hattori Heiji family, the Toyama and Ye family...

Even if you don't know about it, you'll be cut to the ground.

Just in case~

The reason why everyone is still alive now is just because Shuji Tsushima didn't plan to let Conan Edogawa die.

If Conan Edogawa were to die, these people would not be able to live either.

Well, all in all, at least if the primary school student died, wouldn't they be lonely when they walked on Huangquan Road?

Tsushima Shuji smiled silently.

The gun was raised in his hand.

on his stomach.

"boom-"

The voice of the elementary school student on the other end of the phone stopped.

"Cough-cough-" Tsushima Shuji vomited blood with a smile on his face.

"Tsujima? Tsushima?? What's wrong with you??? Are you alright??!! Where are you now?!" came the anxious voice of the elementary school student.

"I'm fine..." Tsushima Shuji took the time to answer.

Then his fingertips pulled the gun again.

"boom-"

"Cough-cough-cough-" He spat out a mouthful of blood again.

The body trembled with pain.

He had a smile on his face all the time.

"Tsujima??? Are you doing a mission??? Are you injured?!" Edogawa Conan's voice changed from bewildered to full of certainty.

"Don't tell other people, ahem - I'll hang up first, ahem - I'll meet at the garden tour..." Tsushima Shuji said in a weak voice as he vomited blood.

Then hung up the phone.

Release the gun in his hand, the gun fell to the ground.

He was lying on the bed, covering the spot where the gun was shot in his abdomen with his hand, then raised his hand, looked at the blood on his palm, and smiled.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha-"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha-"

"Isn't that interesting?"

"I wish you a good dream tonight, Kudo Shinichi."

"hahahahahahahahahahaha-"

He covered his face with his arms~www.wuxiamtl.com~, his blood-stained palms facing upwards, unable to extricate himself from a smile.

"Master Xiuzhi, we're in." The person outside opened the door.

"What happened?" Wei Que rushed in with a serious and calm expression.

Then saw...

Pistol on the ground.

The boy who was lying on the bed with blood all over his hands and his belly bleeding continuously.

"Ah, it came just right, I don't need to dig out the bullet myself." Tsushima Shuji stopped laughing, sat up and pointed to the two gunshot wounds in his abdomen.

It hurts to dig bullets out of meat with bare hands...

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Shinichi Kudo: Thank you so much.

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