COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

By the time Bourbon and Scotland were ready, the boy looked impatient.

"Waiting for the two of you made me feel the feeling of waiting for a lady. Could it be that you also put on perfect makeup?" The boy squatted on the ground with one hand on his chin, one hand touching the three-flowered cat, while lazy Yangyang Tucao.

Bourbon and Scotland, who had indeed spent a lot of time disguising themselves, were silent for a moment and ignored his sarcasm.

"You can go now." The blond man said calmly.

"Even if you cover it up, it's useless..." Tsushima Shuji looked at them with a face full of schadenfreude.

The wounds on their faces are unstoppable. Even if they are wrapped in bandages, many things can be observed through the small wounds, bruises, and... ugly faces on their faces.

For example, they shouldn't have had a good time during this time.

But their eyes were untiring, full of energy, cold and sharp.

It's just like…

Mental condition is a manifestation of the diametrically opposite physical condition.

"Are you going?" The blond man smiled and asked with a smile.

It was as if Tsushima Shuji said if he didn't leave, he would just take people away.

"Okay, okay, let's go now." Tsushima Shuji stood up and waved his hand.

It doesn't matter if Bourbon and Scotland don't care.

and…

I originally wanted to share their pitiful appearance with others to let everyone participate in the welcome party.

Bourbon and Scotland did not know that the welcome party had invited a lot of people.

It must be a big surprise for them.

"Tou-kun should still remember how to drive, right?" Tsushima Shuji looked at Amuro Toru suspiciously.

"I don't have amnesia." Amuro said with a twisted smile.

He didn't have amnesia, and some things, even if he lost his memory, he wouldn't forget it, right? Like body instinct or something.

but…

After thinking about Chablis's successful experiment in fabricating memories, Toru Amuro was a little unsure.

"Oh that's great." Tsushima Shuji gave a perfunctory applause.

"Why do I think it's a pity that I didn't lose my memory?" Amuro asked suspiciously.

"It's an illusion, an illusion, how could I hope that Tou-kun will lose his memory?" Tsushima Shuji waved his hand innocently.

"Oh yes." The blond man said meaningfully.

But did not continue to ask.

The movement was very natural and took the initiative to open the door for Tsushima Shuji.

After Tsushima Shuji got into the car, he voluntarily closed the door again.

Everything happens as naturally as running clouds and flowing water.

It was not until everything was over that his figure froze.

Scotland glanced at him with a smile and got into the co-pilot himself.

Bourbon glanced at his hands incredulously, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish.

It looked like he wanted to chop off his own hands.

But he put down his hand, turned to the driver's seat and sat down, and started the car as if nothing had happened.

Scotland and Tsushima Shuji also looked like they had found nothing, giving Bourbon enough face.

The atmosphere in the car was very quiet.

But under such silence, there seemed to be countless dark tides surging.

…

lupin bar.

"That guy Kao called us all out, but he came so late." Chianti put down the glass heavily, and the swallowtail butterfly at the end of the eye spread its wings.

"And... who is that guy, and why did he sneak in!" she asked, pointing to the red-haired man in a sand-colored trench coat beside him.

The other party came earlier than them, only ordered a glass of distilled wine, and then held the notebook and did not know what to write.

"Don't worry about him, he's just a retired killer." Gin glanced at him and said to Chianti.

"Retired killer? That is to say, not those idiots outsiders who don't understand anything?" Chianti said, although his tone was still very rude, but his face looked better.

She originally thought that if an outsider who didn't understand the rules sneaked in, she would kill him directly.

Since it is not an outsider, there is no big problem.

The lupin bar is out of the way and only caters to regular customers.

Except for some members of the organization, most of the guests are intelligence dealers or killer mercenaries.

Everyone knows the rules very well, and they don't stare at others for a long time, and they don't guess other people's identities.

Often people who don't understand the rules, and those who make others' taboos, will disappear not long after they leave the bar.

"Of course not—" The man with this black curly hair stood behind the bar, wiping his glass.

"That guest is writing a murder diary, don't underestimate him," said the man dressed as a slutty bartender.

"Sounds interesting." Chianti said so, and also restrained the unpleasant gesture of looking at the other party.

"Why haven't you returned to Italy?" Gin lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a white mist.

The indifferent face became even more incomprehensible as the smoke lingered.

"I actually went back once a while ago, but I came back soon. As for the reason..." The man wearing the same clothes as the bartender but with only two buttons on his shirt, exposing a large chest, wiped clean and reflective cup.

"Of course my young master is here."

"And Japanese girls are sweeter than Italian girls." A meaningful smile appeared on one side.

Even though he was wiping his wine glass~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and doing the bartender's job, he didn't feel awkward, or rather... humble.

Still with the aura of a person in power, the movement of wiping the cup is also casual.

"Disgusting," Chianti commented.

"Ah la la, I knew it must be you who was said to be disgusting." The pink-haired girl wearing a black and gold sailor suit with double ponytails pushed open the door and jumped to the bar to say.

"The scumbag who deceives the feelings of pure girls, Moscato." She looked at Moscato and said.

"It's not a deception, it's clearly they invited me." Moscato didn't care about being called a scumbag, but showed a helpless smile.

"Also, even if I lied to a pure girl, I won't lie to you, Aunt Tiamary." He gave Tiamari a polite smile that the younger generation looked at the elder.

"Good nephew." Tiamali also responded with a smile.

"Trinidad is here, Xiao Qi - are you a boy or a girl today?" Tiamari looked at the slender figure wrapped in black clothes walking behind him.

"..." Trinidad was silent for a moment.

"Trinidad is a man." He seemed to struggle for a long time before answering.

The voice was still deliberately suppressed, and it was indescribably low.

"This time the answer is faster than before." Tiamari said.

The fact that Trinidad has gender cognitive impairment is known to all familiar members.

It takes a long time for the other party to confirm their gender.

There is often confusion, even the voices, male and female voices are often confused.

"Yeah." Trinidad responded.

Because I'm being a boy recently.

Therefore, the number of male voices is used more often.

After all, you can't use a substitute.

So it's a little faster to differentiate between genders.