COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

The FBIs looked at the boy who looked like an angel in the world with pity, and more and more people kneeling in front of each other.

fbi: fell silent.

What's with this damn sense of light.

It's as if you're in a church instead of the scene of a horrible act that just happened...

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." The boy who seemed to be shrouded in holy light one moment, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth with a heart-piercing cough the next moment.

Blood dripped down the fingers, shocking.

"His Royal Highness Noah—!!" some believers exclaimed.

"Master Xiuzhi—" the bodyguard stretched out his hand subconsciously.

"Shuji..." Haruhiko Oba looked anxious.

"Ahem...it's okay." The boy stopped coughing, took the handkerchief handed over by the bodyguard and wiped his mouth and hands.

"I'm fine." The boy shook his head.

"It's really time to leave..." The boy's eyes curved slightly.

"My merciful father will guide me back to heaven." His eyes were compassionate and his tone was pious.

Forget it, I'm the kind of person...

Insulated from heaven.

"Let's go back to the car first." Haruhiko Oba frowned and looked at him disapprovingly.

"Officer James, those who caused these things have been dealt with by Aland's bodyguards." Haruhiko Oba lost his smile.

"I want to take Xiu Zhi back first." He suppressed his impatience, his tone flat and deep.

"Sorry, you can't leave yet. Please explain clearly how the solution you said was resolved." James Black shook his head and refused.

"You...cough cough cough..." Haruhiko Oba wanted to say something, but couldn't help coughing.

"Don't worry, uncle." The boy turned his head and smiled comfortingly at him.

"I'm fine." The tone was ethereal.

The next moment, his eyes became dazed and he fell down.

Akai Shuichi stretched out his hand to catch the person, and the next moment he was stared at by a group of unkind eyes.

"This group of damned FBI, if they didn't stop His Royal Highness Noah from leaving..."

"Lord, please forgive the sins of those mortals."

"You actually offend His Royal Highness Noah..."

The fanatics looked indignant.

Akai Shuichi: Suddenly, the boy in his hand became extremely heavy.

Shuichi Akai, who had been an undercover agent in an organization, did not panic in the eyes of these fanatics.

Even, if he wanted to, his eyes were more murderous than theirs.

"Those terrorists are already dead." Haruhiko Oba signaled the bodyguard to push him forward, and said to James Black.

"It's just a counterattack in self-defense." He interrupted and tried to speak James Black, his tone was mild and unquestionable.

"If you have any questions, please contact Aland's legal department." He came to Akai Shuichi.

"Give me the man." He held out his hand.

Shuji Tsushima in a coma: ...Could it be that you want to...

No, I can't.

The young man woke up leisurely.

"...Uncle." The voice was weak.

Shuji Tsushima: I will never give you a chance to hug me! ! Don't even think about it! !

Don't even think about taking pictures!

"...I'm sorry to trouble you." He seemed to have just seen Akai Shuichi who was holding himself up to prevent him from falling directly to the ground.

Then he stood firm.

But trembling weakly all over.

"Xiuzhi, let's go back." Haruhiko Oba held out his hand towards him.

Shuji Tsushima looked at his hands in white gloves, and then at his hands in black gloves.

Stretched out his hand.

"If there is a problem, the fbi will come to visit." James Black said as he watched them leave.

"Waiting for you at any time." The bodyguard pushed the wheelchair without stopping, Haruhiko Oba didn't turn his head, and spoke softly.

As if facing ordinary customers.

The young man standing beside him didn't look back, and got into the car under the eyes of many believers.

The bodyguards who were staring at each other in a stalemate with the fbi also got into the car.

The convoy moved forward again.

"That man..." Akai Shuichi looked serious beside James Black.

"Ah, he is not an easy person to get along with." James Blake said as he watched the team go away.

"Are all the terrorists dead?" he asked the others.

"I've checked and all of them were killed by one blow. It can be seen that the person who killed them didn't hesitate at all." An FBI replied.

"Haruhiko Oba..." James Black recalled the capitalist predator in a wheelchair.

...

"The Son of God who bathed in despair and descended from the Holy Light..."

"The fate of countless people has been saved..." Izayoi Mochizuki took out a notebook and a pen and wrote.

"I don't like the story," she said.

"What if that Son of God disobeyed God's order to save the world?" Shuji Tsushima seemed to just mention it casually.

"Or... the Son of God bathed in the holy light, leading people into hell..." He lowered his eyes.

"What do you think?" He raised his head and looked at the girl, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Holy Son." Izayo Mochizuki pursed her lips.

"I like this story." She laughed suddenly.

But he didn't say which version of the story he liked.

[The omnipotent God brings disasters to the world]

[The angel broke off the holy wings and came to the world as a mortal]

[From now on, heaven is just a legend to him]

Izayoi Mochizuki stopped writing.

"I'll just get off here." She signaled the driver to stop at the hotel on the side of the road.

"See you next time, let's go for the race." She said to Shuji Tsushima, then turned and got out of the car.

Shuji Tsushima was sitting in the car, saw her walking towards the hotel, and looked away.

"Oh..." Haruhiko Oba deliberately sighed.

Shuji Tsushima: He has no expression on his face and doesn't care at all.

"Shuji really attracts girls." Haruhiko Oba sighed.

"Miss Mochizuki hasn't even glanced at me." He shook his head helplessly.

"Hey~ When it comes to being popular with girls, I have absolute confidence." Shuji Tsushima said confidently.

"Yes." Haruhiko Oba said in a relieved tone.

"Shuji is really perfect."

...

Shuji Tsushima didn't have any bad feelings towards the boss.

Most of the time, the two of them get along very well.

Because when Shuji Tsushima committed suicide, the adoptive father would not stop him. He would only ask "Will you be happy if you do this?" "It would be great if you were happy."

Full of relief.

Even if Shuji Tsushima poisoned the vegetables, he would not change his face, he would only ask about the effect of the poison and how it would work after eating it.

Most of the time, the two of them get along very easily.

Except for some special attachments.

That boss is obsessed with sending clothes to Shuji Tsushima.

Indulge in taking pictures and save.

"Xiu Zhi, come over and have a look, which outfit are you going to wear in tomorrow's qualifier?" The man in the wheelchair turned his head and asked him.

Shuji Tsushima looked at the pile of clothes expressionlessly.

"...Neon will have team uniforms." His tone was flat.

"Ah... this is really..." Haruhiko Oba seemed to be taken aback.

"Shuji can't wear the clothes I prepared for the competition..."

"It's a pity." He sincerely sighed.

"Yes." Shuji Tsushima nodded in agreement.

no wonder~

It’s so nice not to have to wear the clothes you prepared!