COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Shuji Tsushima boarded a private plane to the United States alone.

At his strong request, Steward Tanaka, who originally wanted to go with him, stayed in the country.

because……

"Besides Mr. Tanaka, there is no one else I can trust in Neon..."

"If Mr. Tanaka also leaves, who should handle the affairs of the Tsushima Club?" the young man said with a gloomy expression.

"Master Xiuzhi..." Butler Tanaka couldn't help being moved.

"I will definitely stay in Nihong and take care of everything for you, Master Xiuzhi." Immediately promised.

"Master Xiuzhi, you have to be careful by yourself, Aland's people will pick you up when the time comes..." Butler Tanaka asked worriedly.

My poor young master Xiuzhi... But there must be no accidents.

"Thank you, Mr. Tanaka." The boy showed a shallow smile.

Shuji Tsushima: Good! Now there is one less source.

Diguang Support Club x

Bodyguards led by Tanaka Butler x

Keigo Atobe's rose x

Photographed Bourbon and Gin x

Isn't it perfect? ! !

With Belmode's identity, even if she came to see the performance, she wouldn't do such a big thing, let alone she wouldn't come at all.

The only familiar audience that will show up...

Maybe only that one...

Shuji Tsushima: That person is probably struggling with which identity to use.

After all, this determines the appearance of the opponent when he enters the field.

How should you say it...it's still pretty good-looking...

The appearance of each fake identity is in line with the aesthetics of the other party.

Well, one of the reasons Shuji Tsushima was brought up by that person is that he looks exquisite enough.

Satisfied that aesthetic.

Shuji Tsushima flipped through the fake identities used by the other party in his mind.

Priests, wealthy businessmen, arms dealers, doctors...

However, the identity used by the other party will not be used a second time, this time the false identity...

It must be a noble from some country.

...

As soon as I got off the plane, I saw a row of people waiting outside.

"Master Tsushima." The person in charge of Aland is also Japanese.

"Welcome back." He stepped forward to welcome.

"Thank you, Mr. He." The young man nodded calmly.

When he was in the United States when he was a child, the person in charge often reported to work with the false identity of that person.

Well, by the way, that false identity was Shuji Tsushima's uncle.

Haruhiko Oba is also the top person in charge of Aland in the United States.

The surname Oba was chosen by Shuji Tsushima.

So the mother lady, who was already dead when she appeared on the scene, changed her surname directly.

Due to the tradition of the woman taking the man's surname after the Neon people get married, the mother lady has never revealed her own surname to anyone.

After all, he is a cautious member of the organization.

After that person ran away, the fake identity was handed over to the organization's department responsible for identity management to continue to use it.

"Mr. Dating is already waiting for you." Mr. He said respectfully.

"I see, is uncle still in good health?" Shuji Tsushima asked as he walked forward.

As for why this question is asked...

Of course, it is because of the historical legacy of that person.

Haruhiko Oba is a sick man who vomits blood at every turn and can only sit in a wheelchair.

Being with Shuji Tsushima is simply a tragedy for uncle and nephew.

One can only rely on a wheelchair for the rest of his life at a young age, but one eye is blind and covered in bandages at a young age, and both of them vomit blood when they can't move.

It makes people wonder whether this family has some genetic disease or is cursed by someone.

"Mr. Haruhiko..." Prime Minister He mentioned the other party in an adoring tone, and then sighed deeply.

"You'll know it when you see it." He shook his head, unwilling to say more.

"...I see." The boy's tone was low.

As if thinking of something bad.

It seems that the people in the organization didn't change the persona casually, and managed it completely according to that persona.

"Mr. Haruyan, he..." He Xiang hesitated to speak.

Both Master Tsushima and Mr. Haruhiko are rare geniuses that make people feel amazing.

But all...

"Take me to see him." The boy couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, please follow me." He Xiang stretched out his hand to lead the way.

Alan had to choose to keep a low profile, so there were only four pick-up cars this time, and Shuji Tsushima took the third car.

"It's really... nothing changed." He looked out the car window and sighed.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of gunfire and explosions outside the car.

Shuji Tsushima: The simplicity of the folk customs is exactly the same, there is no change.

Pedestrians around started running around to hide, but Shuji Tsushima saw a somewhat familiar figure on the street.

Sixteen Nights Mochizuki, female, came to the United States to find inspiration.

Sudden...shooting? terrorist? Let her stand where she is.

The brain turns useful information into inspiration and gathers it together continuously.

A car stopped in front of her.

"Miss Mochizuki, do you want to go together?" The boy with a bandaged right eye and a iris-colored left eye opened the car window and asked.

Izayo Mochizuki came back to his senses, looked at the surrounding situation, and nodded.

Go around to the other side and get in the car.

"Master Tsushima and this lady are...?" Prime Minister He couldn't help asking cautiously.

"There was a one-sided relationship in the hospital."

"In a sense, they are the same kind... right?" Shuji Tsushima hesitated.

At least in terms of wanting to die, they are considered similar.

"Why is Ms. Mochizuki in the United States?" Shuji Tsushima asked, looking at the girl in the car.

"New book..." The girl fell into a trance again.

"...Forget it." Shuji Tsushima sighed helplessly and turned his head.

People like Izayo Mochizuki.

Don't care what other people think at all.

In a sense, it is the opposite of Shuji Tsushima...

Wait...she doesn't care what other people think.

Did I ever care?

Shuji Tsushima was lost in thought.

He thought about what he had done, and it had nothing to do with caring about what other people thought...

Shuji Tsushima: I feel really embarrassed when I think about it~

However, I always remember that I used to do a lot of things to please other people.

But specifically...

Shuji Tsushima searched in a pile of memory fragments, but couldn't find any detailed memories.

There are only fragments of memory that are hazy and unrecognizable as if separated by a layer of fog.

Forget it, after so many years, it's normal to forget.

[Right, Mr. System. ] He asked in the bottom of his heart.

[The host will definitely remember! ] Encouraged by the system that hasn't bubbled for a long time.

[yes. ] The meaning of the boy's heart is unclear.

The system dived silently again, without saying a word, as quiet as a chicken.

"Every time I come here, the welcome ceremony is very grand." Miss Mochizuki said with a serious tone.

"...I think so too." Shuji Tsushima was stunned, as if he didn't expect her to speak on his own initiative.

"The last time I came, there was a bank robbery, and there was a terrorist parade last time..." Ms. Mochizuki talked about each welcome ceremony calmly.

"So I always come here when I want to find inspiration." She nodded affirmatively.

Deeply feel that the United States is her source of inspiration.

"...Miss Mochizuki is really a qualified writer."

"I have a friend who is also a writer, but his article hasn't been published yet..." Shuji Tsushima said calmly.

"...This is for you to read." Miss Mochizuki handed Shuji Tsushima a book.

Shuji Tsushima accepted the book and looked at the other party.

"I wrote it and haven't published it yet. It's a thank you gift." Ms. Mochizuki said naturally.

"...Then thank you."