COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

The handsome and thin blond boy walks on the street. Compared with the powerlessness that he used to have no sense of existence, now he seems to have a calmness full of confidence.

"Today's sun is really disgusting." He looked at the bright sunshine, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and his emerald green eyes were full of disgust.

He hates the sun.

The sun shone on him as if it could hurt him.

Once had to wear long sleeves all year round because of the scars from the beatings on his body.

Now it is because the sun is too hot and wear long sleeves to prevent exposure.

He turned around and walked towards the dark alley.

"Big Brother Erjietang, welcome back." The group of younger brothers who had been subdued recently stood on both sides of the alley, bowing respectfully and loudly.

"The person has been brought, Second Order Hall eldest brother, what do you want to do?" The representative of the younger brother stood up and spoke.

The bad things in Japan are not bad, as long as you beat them, they will take their little brother to join you.

"Let's beat him first, don't beat him to death, just be half dead." The blond boy looked at the figures curled up in the corner with calm eyes.

It looks like it has been beaten, but I didn't see it, so it doesn't count.

"Second-order hall, please take a seat." The younger brothers brought a chair from nowhere and placed it behind him, respectfully.

So the blond boy sat down, crossed his legs, and smiled as he watched the scene of the crowd beating the figures in the corner.

Not long ago, Shuu was beaten there, showing a sympathetic figure, as if it was himself.

Fate is a capricious thing.

"You should smoke." He looked at the bad people around him and said.

"Do you need it? I have it here." The younger brother immediately offered a cigarette with both hands.

"No, I don't need it, give it to them." The blond boy pointed to the figures in the corner.

"Leave them a mark, you should be very skilled," he said.

The bad guys looked at each other a few times and quickly understood what he meant.

Cigarettes, in addition to being used for smoking, can also be used to leave small traces on people.

They usually do the same thing as they usually press the lit cigarette on others.

"We understand what you mean." The bad guys said confidently.

The blond boy looked at all this and stood up.

Slowly walked to the front of several people who were beaten.

"Do you know how those people disappeared before?" The blond boy lowered his head, stepped on one of the hands, crushed him, and asked softly.

How could someone, after those few people disappeared, come to him without fear of death?

He watched these people crawl in front of him and suddenly wanted to laugh.

So he really laughed.

"Don't show up in front of me again," he said after laughing.

"Let's go." He lost interest in this farce and left the alley.

The rest of the bad guys looked at each other, but didn't catch up.

The blond boy walked alone on the street, still looking like a good student.

"Takuichi Nikaidou, here is a letter from you." The man in black stood in front of the mailbox and shouted to him.

"My letter?" The blond boy stepped forward with a puzzled tone.

Would anyone still write to him?

He took the envelope, and the man left quickly without saying a word.

The blond teenager opened the envelope, and there was a piece of white letter paper with a simple sentence written on it.

[Transfer to Class B of Didan Year 2. ]

There is also a black phone.

Nikaidou Takuichi, or Miglu, grabbed the letter and mobile phone, and returned home.

"I'm going to transfer," he said to his parents.

"Otherwise, bear with it..." The woman's expression was sad.

"I just informed you." The blond boy did not change his expression, his tone was tough.

He no longer cared what they thought.

He cares too much about their thoughts, and only himself is hurt.

The husband and wife suddenly caught their breath.

their son...

It seemed that something had suddenly changed in a place they didn't know.

has become the complete opposite of what it once was.

"Where are you going?" the man asked.

"Didan Middle School, contact the school for me." The blond boy said so, and went upstairs on his own.

The couple looked at his back and lowered their eyes.

Although they live under the same roof, their children have fallen in love with locking themselves in the room and refusing to communicate with them.

They classified this behavior as a period of rebellion.

"Didan High School...Is something going to happen?" Miglu returned to his room, sat at the desk, and turned on his phone.

It should have been an order from that organization, or... an order from Lord Cahor.

He looked at the opened mobile phone, which was no different from an ordinary mobile phone, and even had no extra software.

[Go to Didan, you can pay more attention to the new teacher, she will definitely be happy to help students who are bullied on campus. —cahors]

A text message appears on the phone screen.

Miguel's eyes lit up.

Can be used to communicate with Cahor-sama!

The new teacher that Cahor-sama mentioned...

What exactly is qualified to arouse Lord Cahor's idea?

If you kill someone...

Will it attract Cahor-sama's attention?

The blond boy thought with jealousy and gloom.

Find a way to kill him.

…

"Migru has already received a mission, what about Belmode?" Shuji Tsushima put down his phone and asked Brandy beside him.

"It's a dereliction of duty, I forgot to notify the other party." The black-haired, red-eyed man lowered his head and said.

"Forget it, I asked Whiskey to inform her." Shuji Tsushima sat on the sofa with a lazy expression.

Belmod should be happy to accept this task.

after all…

Both of her angels are there.

Even if they crawl, they will crawl over to protect them.

…

"Didan High School... FBI investigator Judy Sterling sneaked in and became a teacher..."

"The organization decided to send me to deal with her?"

The blonde curled her lips and smiled beautifully.

"Stare at her first and see what's going on with the fbi guys." Whiskey's voice was low and steady.

"I see." The blonde accepted the task with a smile.

After hanging up the phone, his face changed~www.wuxiamtl.com~Didan High School…

School of Angels.

Even if you don't take the task yourself, the organization will send someone else to take it.

The tone made other lunatics in the organization discover them, it is better to go on their own.

Why do those idiots from fbi hide their identities and enter Didan?

Even organizations are paying attention.

Still have to figure out a way to kill each other sooner.

Get the organization's attention away as quickly as possible.

The blonde girl thought so, while slowly showing an ambiguous smile.

As if thinking about a lover.

No one could have imagined that what she was thinking about was **** people. 16898/10561999