COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"This is a provocation to us." The fbi gathered together.

Hearing what the person wearing the white crow mask said before leaving the live broadcast room, their faces were ugly.

"It makes people want to find him even more, doesn't it?" Akai Shuichi touched his gun.

James Black received the call, and his expression became even uglier.

"Damn it, that lunatic actually broadcast live on the screen in Times Square..." He clenched his phone tightly and said angrily.

"Have you located the other party yet?" He asked.

"The other party seems to be a master. According to the address found in the live broadcast room, it is abroad..." The blond woman looked at the computer and shook her head.

"Then find the houses that match the live broadcast room, and let the police in New York find them one by one." James Black said in a deep voice.

In the live broadcast room, the three were imprisoned in a boxy room with a door behind them.

The man wearing the white crow mask reappeared.

Seeing the barrage of comments on the screen in the live broadcast room, he clapped his hands.

"Very good, all the audience have made their own choices, most of them want to kill them."

"But how can I be an unreasonable person? Although everyone can't wait to let them die, even I can't wait, but I decided to give them a chance."

"Life is in your own hands."

"Three Mr. Garbage, am I right?" The man with a fake voice asked the three people who were tied up by Wuhuada politely.

He waited patiently for their answer with his ears sideways, and then he slapped them one by one.

"It's polite to answer other people's questions." The tone was angry.

"Oh look at me, I forgot to seal your mouths..." said incredulously, covering her mouth with a hand in a white glove.

"I'm so sorry." He said and tore off the tape on the mouths of the three.

"I'm warning you, let me go quickly, otherwise..." The three of them spoke in unison with angry expressions.

But gradually the voice became weaker.

"Otherwise what?" He pointed a gun at their foreheads.

The person wearing the white crow mask asked curiously.

"Nothing." The three shook their heads immediately.

"The three of you should be very willing to cooperate with me." The man holding the gun asked politely.

"..." The three of them looked at the gun, turned their heads to look at each other, and then nodded again and again.

"Then... let's go to our real venue." The man wearing the white crow mask knocked them out.

One by one, they were dragged into the rear door.

"Next, there will be an advertisement. This advertisement is jointly sponsored by the FBI and the White House. Thank you for your support..." A masked person came to the camera.

In the next second, the content of the live broadcast room became a discussion scene for the fbi.

The barrage scrolled crazily.

"what happened?!"

"When?"

Akai Shuichi raised his gun and fired at the lamp above.

The live broadcast room suddenly turned into a black screen.

In just a few seconds, the live broadcast resumed again.

The scene has been switched successfully.

This is a small bathroom.

Bathtub, sink, toilet.

A lot.

The three sat on the ground in three corners, clutching their necks.

Their feet were bound with chains.

The three of them tugged on the chain vigorously, but it didn't work at all.

Several bloody knives were randomly thrown away on the ground.

At the end of their line of sight is a door.

Not far from the door, lay a bloody corpse.

"The key that can unlock the shackles is in your body." An indisputable voice came from the corner, but the figure of the other party could not be seen.

"One key can only open one lock."

"The three of you are all ruthless and decisive. Let me see if you are as cruel as you are to others."

The room began to emit a large amount of white gas.

"Or you can wait for the fbi to come to the rescue, but..." the words ended there.

...

"Is it so big to play? Live broadcast on the screen of Times Square? Well done." The person sitting in the co-pilot looked excited.

"...We didn't do it." The driver hesitated for a moment and said.

Copilot: Huh?

"...Are you kidding me? Are you? We must have done it, right?" The co-pilot couldn't help but reached out and grabbed the other party's collar and shook it.

"Wait...wait...the car is driving! It's about to crash!"

"Bang——" the car swayed for a while, and then bumped into a pole beside it as expected.

The traffic police came forward and knocked on their car window.

Made a ticket for them.

The car window was lowered, and the handsome boy with blond hair and blue eyes on the co-pilot opened his wallet and handed the traffic policeman a wad of dollar bills.

The traffic policeman looked at the ticket, smiled, tore up the ticket on the spot, and took the dollar bill.

"Be careful on the road," he said.

"Thank you." The blond-haired blue-eyed brother waved to him.

The car moved forward again.

"As expected, money can solve ninety-nine percent of the world's problems." The blond-haired, blue-eyed man said with satisfaction.

"Idiot." The driver complained.

"Who are you talking about?!" The co-driver clenched his fist.

"Whoever is hit will be excited." The driver rolled his eyes and said.

"Shut up and apologize to me quickly—!"

"But speaking of it, we really didn't do it?" The co-pilot's expression was serious.

"Really not."

"We can't find out who did it." The driver wiped his face.

"...There are such good people and good deeds?" The voice of the co-pilot was full of disbelief.

"My buddy who does good deeds without leaving his name, I admire him very much, awesome." He said with a thumbs up.

"Hehe." The driver sneered helplessly.

I'm afraid that the other party... the visitor is not kind.

"And now

...

Shuji Tsushima and Haruhiko Oba, one eating crab meat and the other drinking champagne.

Watching the movement in the live broadcast room.

The consciousness of the three people has become less clear after inhaling too much white gas.

"I didn't intend to let them survive at all." Shuji Tsushima put down the empty can.

"The fbi will receive a big gift." He laughed out loud as he watched the news that the police were constantly searching the house where the crime scene was suspected.

"Sir, Officer James Blake is here." A bodyguard came over and whispered.

"Please come in." Oba Haruhiko said casually.

As soon as James Black came in, he saw the live scene on the projection.

"I didn't expect that Mr. James would come here when he was free. I thought the FBI was busy investigating." Haruhiko Oba said in a flattered tone, but his expression was gentle and calm.

"Now all the TV stations in China are broadcasting the live broadcast of this murder. It's really a powerful technology." Haruhiko Oba motioned the other party to watch the projection, and then said with emotion.

"Other members can naturally solve this case." James Black said in a low tone.

"I just came here to investigate the previous situation. Those terrorists died in the hands of Aland's bodyguards. They were killed with one blow. Mr. Oba, do you have anything to say?" He looked serious.

"After all, they all carried guns and explosives..." Haruhiko Oba sighed helplessly.

"It's just self-defense." He smiled softly and said without doubt.