COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Beichuan Clinic.

Dr. Beichuan, who had just performed an operation on a client who was shot at three o'clock in the morning, was finally able to sleep after seeing off the client, but was awakened by the ringing of his personal phone.

Dr. Beichuan:…

On the pure white single bed, the man with platinum blond hair turned over heavily.

The atmosphere around me was extremely depressing.

He picked up the phone that was vibrating next to him.

"Who?" His voice was cold and suppressed his annoyance.

He asked aloud while sitting up from the bed.

After picking up the water on top of the bed and drinking it all, I finally woke up.

Anyone who knows his phone number must be a guest.

And guests always enjoy privileges here in Beichuan.

Even if he gets angry, he won't do anything to potential guests.

Who can have trouble with money?

"Hello, I'm Toru Amuro." The male voice on the other end of the phone sounded familiar.

Oh, I remembered it.

The one who pointed a gun at his head was Shuji Tsushima's bodyguard.

Also a member of that organization.

I just don’t know what the code name is.

"Do you need anything?" Dr. Beichuan asked.

The money has come.

"Can you please come to our young master's home to see a doctor?" the man on the other end of the phone asked.

"For my patients, of course, but..." Beichuan didn't know what he meant.

This kind of customer is not suitable for going out, and it is not like he has never done any commission that requires him to come to the door himself.

It's just that those guests were seriously injured and couldn't move easily at all.

Is the same true for that young master?

Incapable of action due to serious injuries?

"Don't worry about money. The most important thing our young master needs is money." The man on the other end of the phone spoke calmly.

"Of course, I will not doubt Master Tsushima's financial resources..." The shirtless man got out of the bed.

"Please tell me a time and I'll come visit." Put on your shirt and tie.

"Okay, I understand." He hung up the phone.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, comb your hair.

Finally put on a white coat.

He put on thin gold-rimmed glasses to block his extremely cold gray eyes.

The gentle and elegant Dr. Beichuan is about to start his business again.

His white-gloved hand held a scalpel.

He used a scalpel to comb his hair in front of the mirror.

From time to time, I reply to messages on my mobile phone.

…

One p.m.

Dr. Kitagawa carried his work box to the apartment where Tsushima Shuji lived.

Since he came alone, he also registered his name and contact information at the front desk of the apartment.

He took out the pen he carried with him from the front pocket of his white coat and wrote his full name on the register - Kitagawa Murakami.

In this short period of asking about his identity, he had already asked many questions.

"Next, you can use President Tsushima's private elevator over there and you can go directly to the top floor..." the person in charge of registration said dutifully.

"Private elevator? Is there one elevator per household?" Dr. Beichuan asked calmly.

"No, only President Tsushima has..." the registration clerk explained.

"I understand, thank you." The man with blond hair, gray eyes, pale skin and gold-rimmed glasses smiled elegantly and restrainedly.

Then he walked into Tsushima Shuji's private elevator.

Dr. Kitagawa couldn't help but lament in his heart how extravagant and lustful this young master of the Tsushima family who was his patient was in his life.

I didn't want to share the same elevator with other people, so I spent money to build a direct elevator just for myself.

Make sure he doesn't get into the elevator with strangers.

I didn’t want to meet the residents on the same floor, so I bought the entire top floor including the rooftop.

There will be no worries about neighbors.

"Doctor Beichuan?" As soon as the elevator door closed, the voice of the person who called him came from the elevator.

Young Master Tsushima's bodyguard, Mr. Amuro.

So what is Young Master Tsushima’s status in that organization?

Are there partnerships that provide funding?

But the lives that the young master was carrying were probably much more than those of his two bodyguards.

Kitagawa Murakami remembered what the young man said to him when they first met.

[Sometimes, the smell of blood cannot be washed away. ]

At that time, he had just killed someone, and the body was still in the basement without being disposed of. He only had time to wash off the blood on his body, and then went out through the back door, pretending that he had just returned to the clinic.

But he was still seen through by the other party.

The words from the boy's mouth, about the boy killing more than 60,000 people.

He couldn't believe it, but when he saw the other person's eyes, he couldn't help but have an idea in his heart -

The boy told the truth.

However, in this peaceful era, how was it possible to kill more than 60,000 people?

[Those patients who are really seriously ill will regard their imaginary experiences as reality]

[They cannot distinguish between reality and illusion, and live in the memory of fantasy day after day]

Does the young master of the Tsushima family look like the kind of person who can't distinguish reality from fiction and lives in fantasy?

The elevator door opened.

"Doctor Beichuan, here." The man with blond hair and purple eyes stood at the door and greeted politely.

"Trouble." The man with blond hair, gray eyes and a white coat nodded.

At least he didn't have a gun pointed at his head as soon as he opened the elevator door.

"Where is Master Tsushima?" He carried his suitcase and looked at the living room.

Only a man with black hair and phoenix eyes was seen, another bodyguard of the young master.

"Before Dr. Kitagawa diagnoses Young Master Xiuzhi, we have one more little thing to trouble you with." Midorikawa Mu smiled.

"No, it's not troublesome at all." Kitagawa Murakami put the box at his feet, lowered his head and adjusted his glasses, then said with a restrained smile.

They have already arrived at the opponent's home court. If they refuse...

No matter how you think about it, it's not the right answer.

"I think... we also need to conduct a diagnosis and treatment." The black-haired, gentle-looking and ordinary-looking bodyguard said.

Dr. Beichuan:…

He looked at Toru Amuro, who didn't deny it, and then at Mu Midorikawa, whose expression was gentle but serious.

"You two..." Are you serious?

He still wanted to ask.

But when he saw the look in their eyes, he wisely retracted his words.

His identity and power were fine compared to those ordinary businessmen and politicians, but not worth mentioning to this... member of a mysterious organization who also lived in the dark world and was a giant in the world.

He has no doubt that even if the other party kills him now, nothing will happen to him.

"Then, let's do a questionnaire first." He squatted down calmly, took out two questionnaires from the box and handed them to the two of them.

"There is no time limit. Please answer seriously and be sure to answer your true thoughts." He held his glasses with one hand and said with an elegant smile.

Toru Amuro and Midorikawa glanced at each other, took the answer sheet, found a seat for each other, and began to answer quietly.

The doctor in a white coat sat down on the sofa naturally, picked up the coffee on the coffee table and stirred it gently.

When the two of them handed in their questionnaires almost at the same time, Tsushima Shuji also walked out of the room.

The man on the sofa looked at the two questionnaires and said with an inscrutable look: "I'm sorry, you two are hopeless."

Toru Amuro \u0026 Mu Midorikawa:? ? ?

Shuji Tsushima who just came out of the room: Hahahahaha.