COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

It was the first time for Sawada Hiroki to be a guest at someone's home.

Compared with the magnificent and platinum-toned building in Syndora's house, the place where Haruhiko Oba lives is a typical Gothic castle.

Dark buildings and snow-white roses can be seen everywhere.

Walking slowly along the spiral staircase, oil paintings are hung on the walls on both sides.

Huge single or double oil painting with protagonists.

Most of the protagonists are Shuji Tsushima and Haruhiko Oba when they were young.

"This is..." Hiroki Sawada stopped in front of a picture.

The boy in the painting sits on a white rocking horse with no expression on his face, his lowered eyes silently filled with rejection.

"It's cute, Xiuzhi when he was a child." Haruhiko Oba chuckled lightly.

"Hmm." Sawada Hiroki looked at Shuji Tsushima who had the exact same expression as in the painting when he was a child, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's the same as when I was a child." He said.

"...Tch." Shuji Tsushima turned his head.

Sawada Hiroki recalled the scene when he first met the other party.

A boy in a holy white robe sits on the edge of the fountain under the statue, holding a thick Bible.

There was a long line of believers before him.

Kneel down before him and pray devoutly.

"Your prayer, the Father heard."

"Your despair, I feel it."

The boy's eyes were tender and empty, revealing compassion, and he reached out to touch the believer's forehead.

"Only by keeping your heart can you listen to the oracle."

"No matter what, heaven will always accommodate the souls of believers." He held the Bible in one hand and lowered his eyes.

He suddenly looked towards Sawada Hiroki and Thomas Syndora.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Noah."

"Is there anything you want to pray to God?"

In the background of the church, he is like an angel standing in the holy light, and the statue behind him is like the soul hidden in his body.

In his eyes, Sawada Hiroki experienced unparalleled despair and loneliness.

Listen to the pain of believers day after day.

An angel of despair and pity.

"Want to play together?" At that time, the other party asked him.

Since then, Sawada Hiroki has had an existence called a friend who can play together.

Of course, after getting acquainted with it, Hiroki Sawada discovered that Noah did not simply know the Bible and listen to the pain of believers.

He would play pranks on Thomas Syndora with Hiroki Sawada, and would sneak away from church choir singing.

Will complain that the food in the church is not to my liking.

Under his leadership, Sawada Hiroki has done many things that he has never done.

It can be said that the appearance of Noah made up for many of his shortcomings.

For Sawada Hiroki, Noah will always be a reliable friend, or elder brother.

"In front is the collection room, which is full of toys from Xiuzhi's childhood..." Haruhiko Oba said, motioning for the bodyguard behind him to open the door.

So the toys that filled the room finally came to light again.

The rocking horses that have appeared many times in the paintings hanging on the walls of the corridor, as well as chess boards, game consoles, robots...

and mini musical instruments hanging on the wall.

"What are these paintings?" Hiroki Sawada looked at the paintings on the wall.

The distorted oil paintings are dizzying to look at.

"It was drawn by Shuji." Haruhiko Oba looked at it and said.

Shuji Tsushima especially likes to drink secretly and draw pictures after drinking.

Playing the piano at night is scary.

"These bows were used by Shuji when he was a child." Haruhiko Oba pointed to Hiroki Sawada to look at a row of bows of various sizes hanging on a wall.

Shuji Tsushima: ...Actually, I have never touched these bows.

Obviously when I was young, the thing I touched the most was guns.

"This one should be very suitable for you, Hiroki." Haruhiko Oba signaled the bodyguard to take down a small black bow.

Then handed it to Hiroki Sawada.

Shuji Tsushima flipped over in one place on his own.

"Found it." He took out two game consoles.

"Let's play games together at night." He extended an invitation to Sawada Hiroki.

"Okay." Sawada Hiroki agreed without hesitation.

"By the way, speaking of which, I made an appointment for a painter to come to the house, and it's just today." Haruhiko Oba said as if he suddenly remembered.

"Painter?" Hiroki Sawada was puzzled.

"Shuji should still remember that we draw two new paintings every year." Oba Haruhiko reminded with a smile.

"Ah." Shuji Tsushima nodded.

"It used to be two people, this year Hiroki will be with us." Oba Haruhiko suddenly suggested.

"...Can I?" Sawada Hiroki was a little apprehensive.

"Of course it's okay, Xiuzhi will be happy too." Haruhiko Oba waved his hand.

Shuji Tsushima: ...You can actually draw by yourself.

I don't mind if you don't take mine.

...

For dinner, the kitchen specially prepared desserts that children love.

Such as pudding, cream roll.

And as long as Shuji Tsushima is around, crab dishes are indispensable.

The painter Haruhiko Oba invited came to the door while they were eating.

The slovenly man who looked like a homeless man sat down at the dining table with his painting tools on his back.

"Can I eat with you?" he asked.

"Of course, please feel free." Haruhiko Oba said casually.

"Thank you so much," said the painter.

Began to gobble like a raging cloud.

Shuji Tsushima silently protected the crab meat dish in front of him.

Hiroki Sawada: ...

He looked at Haruhiko Oba, who had a gentle smile, and Shuji Tsushima, who was expressionless and calm.

So he also looked down at the pudding in front of him.

"Hic—" the painter stroked his stomach after eating, and stretched his back against the chair.

"I haven't eaten for a long time, thank you." He wiped his mouth with his sleeve casually.

"As long as you are satisfied." Haruhiko Oba said with an air of habit.

Shuji Tsushima: This artist seems to have said the same thing a few years ago...

He recalled it carefully.

I found that the other party always came with a meal.

Started binge eating.

After eating, I must say that I have been hungry for a long time.

If I remember correctly, the suit on the other party...

Shuji Tsushima: It seems that he was wearing the same suit when we first met each other.

I haven't seen the other party change clothes since then.

The dress seemed to be dark brown at first, but now...

He looked at the faded and white clothes on the painter's body.

"Obviously the salary given to you every year is enough for you to live on, but you are not even willing to buy clothes..." Haruhiko Oba sighed helplessly.

"The money you gave will be lost as soon as you get it." The painter shook his head deeply.

"Last time I met a guy who is said to be from the Baixie clan. He looks young, but his gambling skills are surprisingly good. I lost all night in a row, and in the end they barely took off my clothes..."

"Look at the reward this time..." He rubbed his hands.

"Are you going to go back and seek revenge on them?" Haruhiko Oba couldn't help laughing.

"That must be done. I'm not greedy as much as I lose or win." The painter said without hesitation.

"You said the same thing last time, but in the end, you still lost a point." Shuji Tsushima spoke calmly from the side.

"This...young master is really...haha..." The painter smiled awkwardly.

"Let's paint, let's paint." The artist quickly changed the subject.

"Is there an extra character to draw this year?" the artist looked at Sawada Hiroki and asked.

"That requires extra money." He blinked and said clearly.

"Of course, it is impossible to lose your reward." Haruhiko Oba said.

"You are my only order this year..." The painter laid out the painting tools on his body one by one.

"I don't care about painting other people." He looked contemptuously.