COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Shuji Tsushima, Izayo Mochizuki, and Haruhiko Oba sat in the same car.

"If there is an explosion at this time, the three of us will die together." Izayo Mochizuki looked out the window and sighed.

"That's true..." Haruhiko Oba smiled.

"It's very romantic to die together." Shuji Tsushima said casually with his chin resting on one hand.

"But it's romantic for two people to die together, and it's an accident for three people." He sighed suddenly.

"...Does Xiuzhi mean that I am redundant?" Oba Haruhiko said gently and tolerantly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"No, I didn't say that, it's because you think too much~" Tsushima Shuji perfunctorily denied.

"It's really not frank..." Haruhiko Oba said helplessly, as if he felt a headache.

"Because I learned it from you." Shuji Tsushima said indifferently.

You ask this question knowing you won't die.

But the opponent himself is not afraid of death.

Technology really changes the world.

"If I die with you."

"I will be very desperate." Izayo Mochizuki said seriously.

"After all, my ideal is to die alone."

"Miss Mochizuki." Tsushima Shuji said solemnly.

"I still want to say, what a pity." His tone was mournful.

Shuji Tsushima: What a pity.

Well, a perfect object of martyrdom.

It's a pity that the other party's ideal is to commit suicide alone.

Shuji Tsushima sighed.

Suddenly there was a bang outside the car.

The three turned their heads to look.

A building was blown to pieces and turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Surrounded by pedestrians fleeing for their lives.

Shuji Tsushima: ...

"This is New York." His voice was low.

The honesty of folk customs is not far from that of DC Gotham.

"Sea of ​​fire, flying debris, screaming fleeing crowd..." Izayoi Mochizuki lay on the car window and looked out, muttering to himself.

"I remember... an accident when I was a child..." Shuji Tsushima recalled for a moment, then suddenly stopped talking.

It seems that he was kidnapped not once or twice when he was a child.

There have been more than one or two times when I went to the bank to encounter robbery.

"... Sure enough... it hasn't changed since I was a child." He said calmly.

It is still as free and democratic as ever, and the folk customs are simple.

Just no helpful clowns.

After all, this is New York, not Gotham.

In New York...

Shuji Tsushima looked at the sky.

Well, no big holes and alien visitors.

Only a few figures with guns appeared on one side of the street.

Shooting at the fleeing people.

The spark smoke flying outside did not affect the group of people in the car at all.

It's just that there are many gravel obstacles on the road, and the team is moving very slowly.

A fleeing crowd started running towards the car.

Surrounded the car, flapping the windows.

"This is really..." Haruhiko Oba sighed.

"Let them solve it quickly, I want to go back." Shuji Tsushima lowered his eyes.

"Did you hear that? Let's solve it quickly." Haruhiko Oba said to the human in the driver's seat.

The eyes and tone of the two of them seemed to reveal compassion.

"Yes." The driver replied respectfully.

"Group C, get off the car and move on after dealing with the troublemakers." He picked up a walkie-talkie and said.

"Group C received." A reply came from the walkie-talkie.

The convoy stopped and the doors of the last two cars opened.

People rushed over in a swarm.

But when he saw the figure of a big man in a black suit with a gun coming out of the car, he slowed down.

After they got out of the car, they closed the door behind them.

Spread out.

The crowd watched them leave, and someone began trying to pry open the doors.

He even picked up bricks on the ground and tried to smash the car window.

"Fortunately, bulletproof material was used at the beginning." Haruhiko Oba shook his head helplessly, as if seeing a group of naughty children.

"Human..." Shuji Tsushima looked away disinterestedly.

"It's been resolved." An emotionless male voice came from the intercom.

Several figures in black suits returned to the car.

Seeing a group of people surrounding the car, he stopped.

The crowd around the car stared at them.

Some people couldn't bear to run away.

I'm afraid that in the next second, this group of black suits who don't look easy to mess with will raise their guns and aim at them.

The scene fell into a stalemate for a while.

Then another group of black suits appeared.

"FBI - put the gun down!"

Someone shouted.

The crowd immediately ran behind a group of black suits who appeared later.

The bodyguards in black suits maintained a motionless standing posture with expressionless faces.

Just staring at a car in unison.

The fbi also turned their heads to look.

The car door opened silently.

The bodyguard got out of the car and took out tools to build a platform.

The wheelchair slowly drove out.

A man in a white suit who seemed to have just attended a banquet, or was about to attend a banquet, was sitting in a wheelchair with a gentle smile.

"Master Haruhiko, your blanket." The bodyguard handed him the brown blanket.

He took it with one hand and spread it on his lap.

"You are..." FBI Senior Investigator, James Black frowned and thought.

The wheelchair, the dark-haired man...

"Mr. Haruhiko Oba, Director of Alander?" he asked.

"Sure enough, it's the FBI. I can even recognize someone who doesn't go out very much." Haruhiko Oba sighed.

"Cough...cough..." He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed.

"Uncle." Shuji Tsushima got out of the car.

"With your body, it's not suitable to stay in such an environment for too long..." he advised Haruhiko Oba.

"It's okay." The man in the white suit waved his hand to signal him not to say any more.

"Xiuzhi is you, why did you come down, go back quickly." He was full of worry.

"I'm fine...cough cough cough..." Shuji Tsushima shook his head, and coughed while covering his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Lord Haruhiko, Master Xiuzhi." A bodyguard appeared with a bag.

The two casually threw the bloody handkerchief into the bag.

FBI investigator James Blake fell silent.

"Why did Oba-san appear here?" He asked seriously.

"It just happened to be going back after attending Thomas' party. I didn't expect..." Haruhiko Oba shook his head.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Something like this will happen." His tone was full of helplessness.

"Then this is..." James Black looked at the teenager who was wrapped in many bandages.

"It's my nephew." Haruhiko Oba smiled with a little pride in his tone.

The nephew of Director Aland...

James Black is recalling each other's profile.

"It's Your Highness Noah!"

"The angel with the book!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.

Shuji Tsushima: ...It's about to start...

"God must have sent His Royal Highness Noah to save us." Some believers immediately folded their hands and closed their eyes to pray.

James Blake remembered.

The young man next to director Alan has been famous since he was a child.

It's just that after leaving the church, he became more low-key.

"Our Savior God, may all people be saved and be able to know the truth..." The young man dressed like a nobleman closed his exposed left eye, clean and holy like an angel.

Some believers came to him and knelt down, praying devoutly.

"Don't worry, sinners have already gone to hell to repent." He opened his eyes and looked at the people kneeling in front of him in prayer with compassion.

"Thanks to the merciful Lord." The believer clasped his hands and closed his eyes.

Shuji Tsushima: Unexpectedly, the lines I memorized to fool those believers would still be useful one day.

I haven't stepped back at all~

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