COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Compared to looking for an innocent self-defender like me, or..." Haruhiko Oba looked at the projection.

"Find that arrogant one first..." He was thinking, not knowing how to address him.

"...It's more important." So he smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"I heard that the FBI and the New York police are looking for a house similar to the scene of the crime..." the teenager sitting on the side said calmly.

James Blake turned to look at him.

He was sick and pale just like Haruhiko Oba.

The simple white shirt, ruby ​​collar button, bandage over his right eye and body bandages make him look extra fragile.

Like a glass product wrapped in a bandage, it will shatter into pieces if you are not careful.

"By the time you find the scene of the crime, those three gentlemen will have passed away completely." The young man lowered his eyes full of compassion.

"They cannot ascend to heaven."

Like a god looking at the world.

James Black felt that the other party's words were full of ridicule and distrust of the FBI.

He looked at the young man full of holy compassion.

"You should trust the fbi, kid."

At least we are much more useful than the so-called gods.

"This has nothing to do with trust, officer." The dark-haired boy closed his only left eye.

"They're dying." He shook his head.

On the projection, the three of them had already started killing each other.

"That guy said that a key can only open one lock, but he didn't say that the key in our body matches our own lock." The gangster's face was calm.

The knife in his hand cut the throat of the racing driver beside him without hesitation.

Seeing the other party lying in a pool of blood, he turned to look at the director who was some distance away from him.

One cannot touch the other unless both are moving towards each other.

But the distance between the gang boss and the racing driver is very close.

"That guy didn't say where in his body..." The director watched the other party kill a person without hesitation in front of him, and didn't care, just frowned.

He and the gang boss are old acquaintances, and they also know each other's personality.

"If you cut them all open, you'll know." The gang boss held the knife in his hand without hesitation.

Skillfully cut the skin.

"Have you found them yet? Damn it! What are they doing! Killing people in front of the whole country?" James Black called.

"So not only did you not find anyone, but you couldn't even suspend the live broadcast on the Internet and the broadcast on the TV station?"

Shuji Tsushima sent a message to Amuro Toru from the side.

[Climb over the wall to watch a good show. ——cahors (Cahors)]

After thinking about it, I felt that it was not enough. Everyone should see it. Shuji Tsushima silently started a group chat.

[gin, bourbon, trinidad, pernod... have joined the group chat, currently there are eight people. ]

[… URL. ——cahors (Cahors)]

[The mysterious man actually live-broadcasts crimes across the United States, but the FBI has nothing to do with him...——cahors (Cahors)]

[Tiamary: That mysterious man... White Crow. ]

[Bourbon (Bourbon): Isn't the white crow from the neon side? When did you go to America? ]

[Trinidad (Trinidad):. ]

[gin (gin): what is worth paying attention to? ]

[Pernod: The technique looks very interesting. ]

Shuji Tsushima continued to watch the live broadcast.

The boss of the gangster successfully found the key in the racer's stomach, tentatively inserted it into the shackles on his feet, and turned for a while...but he couldn't turn it.

The grin on his face froze.

He tentatively opened the key on the other foot.

This time, the lock is unlocked.

He looked at the shackles on one foot, and slowly turned his head to look at his partner for many years.

"Hi, old friend."

"Just do me one last favor."

...

"If I were you, I wouldn't let them find a house." The teenager sat aside and worked on a puzzle.

"Then what should I look for?" James Black looked back at him while holding up the phone.

"Car." The boy continued to work on the puzzle without looking up.

"Car?" James Black showed a puzzled expression.

"Are you saying that this live broadcast is happening in a car?" he asked.

"If it's a car, according to the size of the room in the live broadcast room, it must be a large car. I'll ask the traffic police to stop all the large cars for inspection." James Black said to the phone.

"There is no need to look for it anymore." The boy's tone was flat.

The gang boss in the live broadcast room successfully found another key from the director, but he couldn't open the chain on his feet.

He drops the blood-stained key and sits next to the chief's body.

The first corpse lying on the ground suddenly moved.

The blood-stained and scarred face was torn off abruptly, revealing the white crow mask he was wearing.

"Surprise—!" The mysterious man raised his hands and cheered.

"Sure enough, the person who can become the big brother of the underworld is different. He is much more decisive than others." The mysterious man applauded.

"What do you want? Let me out, I can give you anything." The only survivor had a calm expression.

"I want..." The mysterious man looked moved.

"Of course I want you to die~" The tone was harsh and mocking.

"Everyone didn't want you to live from the beginning~"

"Except for the real key on Mr. Racer, the key on you and Mr. Director can't open any lock at all."

"I really went too far, I confess to God." The mysterious man confessed himself.

"See you next time, viewers." The live broadcast room suddenly fell into darkness.

A truck was rampaging towards the gate of the New York City Police Department.

The moment it hit the gate, the truck exploded.

The live broadcast room resumed the live broadcast again.

The live broadcast happened to be the scene where the truck crashed into the police station and exploded.

"How dare you do this..." James Black squeezed the phone tightly.

"Is that what you mean by not needing to look for it?" He asked in a low voice to the boy who was putting together the puzzle indifferently.

The opponent's puzzle is almost complete.

"Ah." The boy responded indifferently.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" James Black suppressed his anger.

"And, why do you know what the other party is doing."

"Answer me." He stared at the immature and sickly boy.

"Officer James, please pay attention to your attitude." Haruhiko Oba reminded with a gentle expression on the side, but his tone revealed a little warning.

"Has the fbi reached the point where it needs to rely on a child to help find the prisoner?" He chuckled and asked provocatively.

"You didn't ask me." Shuji Tsushima looked up after finishing the last piece of the puzzle.

"Aren't you a believer? Just watching a living person die like this..." James Black clenched his teeth.

"God doesn't care about the death of sinners." The black-haired, kite-eyed boy looked at him with a holy and compassionate expression.

"Their souls are not owned by heaven." But they are indifferent to the death of others.

"As for why I know what that mysterious man did..." the boy lowered his eyes.

"Probably because I'm a detective." He said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.