COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Miss Izayo Mochizuki got off the car at a street corner.

Only one book remained.

"sinner"

Shuji Tsushima opened the first page, and what came into view was the introduction of the author.

Izayo Mochizuki, writer of Kasuga Magazine.

And...a little short story before the story.

[Beimen kneels in front of the statue and asks whether wishful love and trust are sinful. ]

[If this is the case, is it sinful to know nothing about being loved and trusted. ]

[An omniscient and omnipotent God who does nothing...is he also a sinner? ]

"In that case... the whole world is full of sinners..." Shuji Tsushima roughly flipped through the entire book.

The protagonist Beisen is an ordinary man with a crush. The only thing worth mentioning is that he is a fanatic at the beginning of the story.

A person who has a crush on wishful thinking, a person who is crushed without knowing anything.

Bystanders who join in the fun, pretending to be ignorant parties.

The protagonist who imitates the appearance of a clown to make others laugh.

Look at the world from Beisen's perspective and find that the world is full of sin.

At the end of the story, the murdered Beisen stood in front of the statue, looking at his hands.

[I'm guilty. ]

Shuji Tsushima closed the book and put it aside.

Although it was not written in the book that Kitamori killed anyone, Tsujima Shuji saw it.

To others it might be a shocking text and plot, but to him...

Not enough black mud and depression.

But considering the opponent's age, he was indeed a genius.

Shuji Tsushima: I can do it myself, genius writer? bring it to you.

Heck, just talking.

It is better to be a painter than to be a writer.

Shuji Tsushima is inexplicably confident in his painting skills.

"Master Tsushima, we are here." He Xiang reminded him in a low voice after he closed the book.

The car has driven into a property in the suburbs.

Typical Gothic castle architecture.

Plus a corner full of white roses.

Eerie and beautiful, it's the perfect setting for a horror film.

Shuji Tsushima lived here for a while when he was a child, with that adoptive father.

"Xiu Zhi, long time no see." The man who was pushed out in a wheelchair with a thin blanket on his legs spoke softly.

The man with black hair and black eyes looked gentle and handsome, his complexion was pale and bloodless.

It is indeed somewhat similar to Shuji Tsushima.

Shuji Tsushima: ...

"Long time no see, Uncle, how are you?" Shuji Tsushima walked up to him and asked politely.

"I'm still the same, and Xiu Zhi is still as polite as when he was a child." Haruhiko Oba stretched out his hand to touch the other's head with a gentle smile, and withdrew his hand again.

"I almost forgot, Xiuzhi, you have grown up, and you have grown taller too. Uncle can no longer touch your head in a wheelchair." His words were full of regret and helplessness.

Looking at the legs under the thin blanket, he sighed softly.

Shuji Tsushima: ...you can change your number quickly.

"It's okay, uncle can always treat me like a child." The boy said and squatted beside the wheelchair.

"Shuji is such a good boy." Haruhiko Oba contentedly patted the other person's head.

Shuji Tsushima: Thank you.

"Woooooooo so touching..." He Xiang couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Mr. Haruhiko kept everything here as Master Tsushima used to live in, and had someone clean Master Tsushima's room every day..." Prime Minister He wiped away his tears and said emotionally.

Shuji Tsushima: ...Actually, it's all thanks to those employees.

"Then I'll take my leave, and I won't bother Mr. Haruhiko and Master Tsushima." Prime Minister He left voluntarily.

Only Shuji Tsushima with a group of bodyguards and Haruhiko Oba who also had a group of bodyguards left looked at each other silently.

Only Shuji Tsushima was silent.

Haruhiko Oba always had a gentle smile.

"Let Xiu Zhi push it for me." He said to the bodyguard pushing the wheelchair behind him.

"It's been a long time since Xiu Zhi pushed me in a wheelchair." He was full of memories.

Shuji Tsushima lowered his eyes and obediently stepped forward to push him forward.

"Yeah, it's been a long time."

At the beginning, Shuji Tsushima, who was not as tall as the wheelchair, pushed the wheelchair for him.

Just a few steps, and no one else was there.

Even if Haruhiko Oba stood up and walked like flying, no one would know.

However, he just let Shuji Tsushima push him abruptly.

The young Shuji Tsushima pushed him step by step, and the other party deliberately tripped the young Shuji Tsushima.

Then he looked at Shuji Tsushima who was sitting on the ground expressionlessly, and began to laugh mercilessly.

"Kang Dang—" The wheelchair hit the steps beside it.

"Cough...cough..." Shuji Tsushima stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and coughed, and when he put down his hand, it was covered with blood.

At the same time, Haruhiko Oba also put down the blood-stained handkerchief.

"Mr. Haruhiko! Master Xiuzhi! Hurry up! Get another wheelchair for Master Xiuzhi." Immediately, a bodyguard rushed up and ordered anxiously.

The two who were coughing and vomiting blood looked at each other.

Shuji Tsushima was pushed into a wheelchair.

Being pushed forward with Haruhiko Oba.

Shuji Tsushima: ……Don’t walk in the future.

Let gin or bourbon push my wheelchair.

It feels quite convenient/hehe~

"Cough..." Haruhiko Oba clenched his fist in front of his mouth and coughed lightly.

Shuji Tsushima: Are you laughing...

Oh I saw it.

"You all go out, Xiu Zhi stay and chat with me." In Haruhiko Oba's room, he ordered other bodyguards.

Only Tsushima Shuji and himself were left in the wheelchair.

"Is neon fun? Xiu Zhi." The man put away the blanket, stood up and sat on the office chair beside him.

"...It's quite boring." Shuji Tsushima sat in the wheelchair with a disconsolate expression.

"As expected... What can make you happy?" The man sat on the chair and sighed.

"...Have you found something that makes you happy?" Shuji Tsushima answered irrelevantly.

"That's right." The man stood up, walked behind Shuji Tsushima, stretched out his hand and pushed the wheelchair naturally.

Pushing the person to the window, he stepped forward and opened the curtains to let the sun shine into the room.

"Doesn't that interesting experimental subject make you feel a little bit of fun?" He supported the wheelchair with both hands, lowered his head and asked.

"...Barely passing the time." Shuji Tsushima looked down at the rose bushes outside the window and stood up.

Holding the window sill with one hand, he jumped up lightly, sat on the window sill and looked up at the sky.

"That's enough, their value." Haruhiko Oba said in a low tone.

"What do you want to do now? Xiu Zhi." He asked standing behind the boy.

"I don't want to do anything." The boy's eyes were empty, his head was lowered, and the next moment, he fell face down.

"You really like to joke with me."

Standing in the house, he watched the boy in the white shirt on the balcony fall from the air, shaking his head in a gentle tone.

The boy fell into the rosebushes downstairs.

The bandage was cut by the thorns of the rose, and the blood stained the snow-white bandage red.

It was as if countless red roses had bloomed on her body.

Shuji Tsushima turned over among the flowers, overwhelming more roses, and their thorns left more marks on him.

He saw the figure in the room above disappear.

"Are you happy now? Xiu Zhi." The wheelchair parked leisurely outside the flowers.

Don't ask him why he suddenly jumped down.

"Ah." Shuji Tsushima blinked.

Blood dripped into his eyes from the cut wound at the corner of his eye.

"Get up, you can't leave scars on your face." The man in the wheelchair stretched out his hand.