COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

The elementary school student seemed to finally remember the need to hide his identity, so he hid behind the place where Kogoro Mouri was sitting.

Continue calmly reasoning with the voice changer.

Successfully found out the real murderer, that is, Mr. Sheng Lu, the waiter of the deceased Mr. Temple Spring's hotel.

The other party admitted the crime and confessed before it was proved that the murder method was feasible and the evidence was overwhelming.

The reason why the other party killed Mr. Teraizumi is also very simple.

Because he is also one of the people who was cheated by the other party to take the car.

This Ferrari Tino originally belonged to him.

After successfully finding the murderer, Edogawa Conan, who was hiding behind, heaved a sigh of relief and put down the voice-changing bow.

Mouri Kogoro ran out from behind.

Subconsciously, he turned his head to look at Tsushima Shuji.

Meeting the gazes of three people, five eyes stared at him.

As for why five...

Because there's only one Tsushima guy.

It looks really discordant.

but…

Forget it, Tsushima, why are the other two staring at me like that?

Edogawa Conan's whole body became cold when they stared at him, and his heart was half cold.

Shouldn't everything you just do be discovered?

Why didn't this guy Tsushima remind himself.

"Ahahahaha you guys..." He smiled awkwardly and tried to speak first.

"Let me go, you're in the way." The man wearing sunglasses asked with an inexplicable smile on his face.

How to see and serious bodyguard identity does not match.

Edogawa Conan stepped aside in a daze.

Standing aside, watching the man wearing sunglasses stretch out his black-gloved hand, opening Kogoro Mouri's eyelids.

"Well, it's really sleeping."

"Isn't there any response to such fiddling?"

"How did you solve the case just now?"

The tone of the man wearing sunglasses probed.

Edogawa Conan's frightened expression suddenly changed back to the expression of speechless dead fish eyes.

Fortunately, I thought it was found.

It turned out that I was just curious about how my uncle solved the case while sleeping.

Well this...

Of course, normal people can't do it, and the person who solves the case is himself.

Uncle is really sleeping.

"Jin... Tsushima-kun... What is he doing to my father?" Mao Lilan hesitated, one hand already clenched into a fist.

It seemed that if the other party had nothing to do with Tsushima Shuji, he would have already started.

"Ah, Mr. Tsuru is just too curious. It was the first time I saw a sleeping famous detective solve a case, so I was excited..." Tsushima Shuji explained apologetically.

Kanazuru also stood up, withdrew the hand that had touched the back of Kogoro Mouri's neck, with a dashing and handsome posture: "I'm sorry, little sister, I'm so excited."

Maori Lan, who was a little angry at Maori Kogoro's actions because the other party disrespected Maori Kogoro so much, silently released his clenched fist after hearing the other party's apology.

"Don't do this kind of thing again next time, Dad will be angry when he finds out," she reminded.

"Okay." Kanazuru replied perfunctorily.

His mind is now on his own hands.

He just looked at the back of Kogoro Mouri's neck and found an anesthesia needle.

He even touched it without a trace.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the pupil's sneaky movement of recovering the anesthesia needle.

Kanazuru:…

True.

"Speaking of which, since Mr. Teraizumi is dead, is this auto show impossible to hold." Tsushima Shuji asked in a calm tone.

"It seems like..." Manager Kuroiwa Zenkichi had a bitter expression.

They informed that the guests were already on their way, and even some comments arrived early.

President—

Why did you die, President—

What should I do next-

Kuroiwa Zenkichi had a sad expression on his face.

He wants to call the guests who have not arrived to explain the situation one by one, and also explain the situation to the guests who have arrived, and apologize, otherwise the connections that the president finally accumulated during his lifetime will be lost.

"It's a waste of time..." Tsushima Shuji sighed.

Knowing his sincerity, Kanazuru looked at the other party's expression as if he was very sorry, and thought about what the other party said before he came.

Kahor itself is not directed at the auto show, right.

I just wanted to see the other party's death scene.

In this way, it seems to be quite smooth.

"Looks like we'll have to go back." Tsushima Shuji continued to act like a vain visit, which was a pity.

"I'm really sorry, this kind of accident caused you to run for nothing..." Heiyan Zenji respectfully bowed and apologized again and again.

Even if it was their president who died, he apologized to Shuji Tsushima immediately, for fear that the other party would feel bad for them because of the death of the president.

"Everyone doesn't want to see such an accident..." The young man shook his head sympathetically.

"I'm leaving first." He sighed in his voice.

"Brother Tsushima is leaving now?" Edogawa Conan asked innocently and cutely.

"Ah, I have other things to deal with." Tsushima Shuji looked at the pupil and said.

"What kind of mission? Is that the kind of thing that must be done?" Edogawa Conan asked.

His subtext was actually asking if Shuji Tsushima was in a hurry to go back to the organization.

"Yeah, it's the kind of thing...that I have to do." Tsushima Shuji said helplessly.

Like a poor little man who was oppressed by a dark organization.

"See you next time, Conan." He patted the pupil on the head and walked away slowly.

The pupils were left with complex expressions and unclear eyes.

…

"vomit-"

The blond man was lying in front of the sink and spit out all the food that he finally ate into his stomach.

Then he kept his head down, as if he had died.

After a long time, he turned on the tap.

He leaned his head over and rinsed his hair with cold water.

With the sound of rushing water, he raised his head.

Beneath the drenched blond hair were a pair of gray-purple eyes with red blood.

Full of malice and murder.

"Are you okay?" The dark-haired man stood at the door and knocked on the door.

His blue eyes were like the sea at night, deep and dangerous.

"Me?" The blond man was expressionless and his voice rose.

"Of course it can't be better." He raised the corners of his mouth, but his eyes still stared at the mirror fiercely.

The next moment, he resolutely slammed his head into the mirror~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The mirror immediately shattered, scratching his forehead and face.

The blood flowed uncontrollably.

"You should ask yourself." He touched his forehead and the blood on his hand, but he didn't change his face, and even showed an indifferent smile.

"I'm fine too." The black-haired man raised his lips expressionlessly.

The arm was covered with bandages.

The two are very similar at this moment, and they are also very similar to Tsushima Shuji at some point.

"Can you still hold on?" The black-haired man smiled, but his eyes did not waver.

"Of course." The blond man wiped his **** forehead with a dry towel, his tone resolute.

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