COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

It usually takes a long time for a painter to draw a picture, and within this time, it is the object to be painted.

Don't move around the whole time.

But the wandering painter Haruhiko Oba invited was different. He only needed the objects to be painted to maintain the pose that needs to be painted for a short period of time.

Others rely on his memory to complete the painting.

This is why Haruhiko Oba always invites him to paint.

The painter begins to paint.

Shuji Tsushima started playing games with Hiroki Sawada.

"By the way, Hiroki, how is your artificial intelligence, have you decided on a name?" he asked.

"It's called Noah's Ark..." Hiroki Sawada looked embarrassed.

Shuji Tsushima: ...Definitely has nothing to do with Noah.

"It's a good name." Shuji Tsushima nodded.

The scene was silent for a while.

"Let's play games." He took out the game console.

...

The painter painted the picture all night without eating or drinking, and finally finished it when the sun rose.

He threw away the paintbrush in his hand, came to sit down at a table beside him, drank a pot of water in one breath, and then grabbed food without hesitation and began to eat.

"Go and tell your master and master that the painting is finished and the money is ready." He said contentedly to the bodyguard on the side.

"Okay." The bodyguard nodded.

In the picture, Haruhiko Oba is sitting in a wheelchair, Shuji Tsushima is standing next to him, and Hiroki Sawada is standing next to Shuji Tsushima.

Haruhiko Oba smiled gently, Shuji Tsushima was expressionless, and Hiroki Sawada looked shy.

Lifelike, scene reproduction.

Haruhiko Oba expressed his satisfaction.

The bodyguard handed the painter a check for ten million dollars.

The painter was also very satisfied, and took the check and kissed him heavily.

"You are welcome to continue looking for me next time."

He waved the check and left.

No more drawing tools.

"He's going to give money to people again..." Shuji Tsushima was expressionless on the surface, but applauded inwardly.

He wants to go too.

Use that person's money.

"That painter, has it always been like this?" Hiroki Sawada looked at the painting with a high degree of completion, thinking about the painter's incomprehensible appearance.

"It's always been." Shuji Tsushima nodded affirmatively.

"But the painting is very good..." Sawada Hiroki reached out and touched the frame.

"Master Hongshu, it's time for you to go back." The bodyguard of Xindola's family stepped forward and said in a low voice.

"I see." Sawada Hiroki looked melancholy.

Shuji Tsushima: I collided with Hiroki...

"See you next time, Noah." Hiroki Sawada said goodbye to him.

...

After Hiroki Sawada left, Shuji Tsushima suddenly changed his aura.

"Is Shuji bored?" Haruhiko Oba asked as expected.

"An interesting thing happened just now." He handed Shuji Tsushima a mobile phone.

"Someone live-streamed a murder on the Internet."

"Huh?" Shuji Tsushima sat up.

If you say that, I feel a little interesting.

"What about the fbi?" Shuji Tsushima asked as he turned on his phone.

Shuji Tsushima: No way, no way, the fbi hasn't caught anyone yet.

Then he saw a figure wearing a white crow mask in the live broadcast room.

And the three people who were tied to the stool, their faces were terrified but they couldn't call for help.

Shuji Tsushima: Wow, this mask.

"Let me introduce these three to you, maybe some people know them, some people don't know them." The male and female Mo Jian's voice full of electronic sounds sounded.

"This one is Mr. Chief of the New York Police Department. The reason why he is here, let me think about it..." White Crow flipped over from his body and took out a white note.

Then he held the note with his white gloved hand and read the words on it.

"Oh, this Mr. Director is really a scumbag. He used his position to harass women, and even forcibly had sex with... There are sixteen women that can be found, six of them are not even fourteen years old... Most of the others are in Between the ages of sixteen and eighteen..." White Crow said and slapped the man on the far left.

The opponent who slapped was dizzy.

"You really are trash."

The white crow shook the paper on his hand and came to the man in the middle.

"This is the boss of a gangster family, oh of course, I put in a lot of effort to catch him, and even used a bazooka, who knows what the fbi is doing, let a guy with a lot of arms and equipment The organization is so moist..." The white crow patted the legendary boss's face contemptuously with the white paper.

Shuji Tsushima who heard the other party speak: ...

He looked at Haruhiko Oba at the side.

Our organization is also alive and well.

Why don't you guys try to grab this one to your side too!

At that time, I will arrange a global live broadcast for you!

"Let's see what he did wrong, oh God, you know, this guy actually has a perverted hobby, he likes to eat his own kind, and the younger he is, the more he likes it..." White Crow said and kicked On the man's stomach.

"Why don't you eat yourself." The white crow cursed.

Then came to the last person.

"Oh man, a star player in the racing world, when I caught him, this guy's car just ran over someone, let me see..." White Crow held up the note in his hand again.

"Death knights at midnight, according to statistics, as many as thirty people died on the road in the middle of the night."

"It turns out that your drag racing skills are all bought with human lives..." White Crow sighed as he said, jumped up and kicked the opponent in the face with a roundabout.

"Bastard! Refund my ticket price!"

"Oh, although I haven't been to your game." White Crow spread his hands.

"Then, from now on, your fate will be handed over to many netizens." White Crow said standing in front of the three of them.

Then turn and look at the screen.

"Now, their life and death are in your hands..."

"Make a choice, let them live and continue to hurt others, or die and can no longer hurt others..."

"The right to choose is in your hands." Bai Ya said and disappeared into the live broadcast room.

The three tied men struggled, their eyes frightened, and they whimpered.

The bullet screen in the live broadcast room kept swiping.

The gap between life and death is getting wider and wider.

The red stripe symbolizing death is in a crushing posture.

"By the way." The white crow, which had disappeared, returned to the live broadcast room again.

There is only a pure white crow mask on the screen.

"That group of useless fbi, come and catch me."

"If you come late, they will have to die." He said and left again.

Shuji Tsushima: Crazy applause.

"That group of FBIs can only watch him provoke like this, how pitiful..." Shuji Tsushima spoke pitifully, but his tone was full of gloating.

"Does Shuji want to see something more interesting?" Haruhiko Oba asked with a smile.

"Of course." Shuji Tsushima nodded.

There are more interesting things to pass the time, why refuse?

Haruhiko Oba pressed a button on the armrest of the wheelchair.

Suddenly, a huge projection appeared on the wall of the living room.

"Hey~ Times Square..." Shuji Tsushima said with great interest.

There is a big screen in Times Square, where the traffic is the largest.

Usually used for advertising.

However, just today, the screen that was still playing the advertisement a moment ago turned into a scene that just happened in the live broadcast room.

"Fortunately, the voice was not turned on." Shuji Tsushima sighed.

Otherwise, based on the screams of the crowd in the square, people with weak hearts could go directly to see God.