COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

There are only a few priests in the church at dusk.

The young Moscato knelt before the statue, not knowing what to say.

"You feel unwilling, and these unwillingness cannot be told to God." The boy wearing a white robe embroidered with cross patterns held a Bible in his hands and came to him kneeling in front of the statue of God.

Then he sat next to the statue without any respect.

"I feel painful about my identity and confused about my future." Asti, who was a teenager eight years ago, looked troubled.

He is a child of a mafia family, his father is the patriarch of the family, and he was born with responsibility.

Learn to contribute to the family and die for the glory of the family.

As long as the family's future is bright, you don't have to worry about your own future.

Teenagers are already the age to get married, and the best way to make friends between families is to get married between the next generation.

He couldn't even tell this to God.

Because he should listen to his family, follow their expectations, and grow into what they want to see.

Even he himself felt that his confusion was undeserved.

"You did not choose your current identity, but you can control your future." The boy tore off a page from the Bible and started folding things.

"There is another option, which is to look at the future that you could have changed by yourself and still go in the direction arranged by others." He said without raising his head while folding things.

"I..." The young Moscato's complexion was still fair, with blond curly hair, and he gritted his teeth in confusion.

He wanted to say that he didn't care and that he was willing to pay for his family, but he couldn't say it out loud.

He lowered his head in despair.

He can't do it.

Like other people in the family, marry a wife who exists only for the purpose of marriage. After marriage, they all play their own lives, but still appear to be in love on the surface.

"If you are willing, the soul will not be full of unwillingness and confusion." The boy tore off another page of the Bible.

"Although this confusion is a bit inexplicable."

"Isn't your gun right there?" As he said this, he pointed to the boy's pocket.

"Would you feel better if you took everything into your own hands and prevented others from making choices for you?" The boy finally raised his head, and only then did young Moscato notice that the boy's right eye was haunted. Snow white bandage.

The facial features are delicate and cute, but a little more fragile and sickly because of the bandages.

The kite-colored left eye was so clean that there was nothing in it.

But unlike God, who cannot see the troubles of his followers, the boy can see everything.

"Here you are, here are the flowers folded from a Bible." The boy handed the folded flowers to the young man.

"May all those who are confused find their way." He closed the Bible and spoke calmly.

"Next time if you encounter trouble again, come to the church and see me."

"I am..." He said with a smile.

"Noah, come to me." The priest with long silver-white hair and eyes covered with a black ribbon beckoned.

Interrupting the boy's self-introduction.

But he still let the young man know the boy's name.

[Noah]

He watched the boy holding the Bible and walking up to the blindfolded priest. With a gentle smile on his face, the priest reached out and touched the boy's hair.

He was a very famous priest, even known as God's agent, and his reputation was almost the same as that of the contemporary Pope.

Even with his eyes covered, the exposed parts can still be seen. He must have an almost perfect appearance.

"He's guiding the confused believer again. Do you think he can find the way forward?" The priest was obviously blindfolded, but he still lowered his head and looked at the boy.

"It depends on whether he wants to go his own way." The boy shook his head.

"I..." The boy blushed.

His hand subconsciously touched his pocket.

There's a gun there.

As the boy said, the gun was on his body, but he didn't know whether he should pick it up or who he should aim the gun at.

"If you are confused and hesitant and refuse to make a decision, you won't be able to find the answer no matter how many times you come to church." The blindfolded priest looked at the boy.

"The statue cannot speak." The smile was gentle and sacred.

But he said blasphemous remarks.

The posture even revealed a hint of arrogance, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

"You tore the Bible and folded it again..." Because the priest quickly turned his head, knelt down and picked up the Bible in the boy's hand, sighing.

"I've memorized the content anyway." The boy said in a nonchalant tone.

"Do you think the choir is fun?" the priest asked the boy.

"Tell the truth?" the boy asked.

"Of course, the last thing I want is to see you lying to me." The priest touched the boy's head again.

The boy frowned and said, "It's a bit disgusting."

He was in church, even in front of a statue of God, saying that the song he sang for the lead singer was disgusting.

"Then there won't be a next time." The priest said with a gentle and holy smile.

"Wouldn't it be more realistic to write it?" the red-haired man wondered sincerely.

"Guest, you must understand that what you are writing is a novel, not an autobiography." Moscato sighed, gave a final reminder, and lowered his voice on the word autobiography.

"That's right...I understand, thank you, I will try to modify it according to what you said." The red-haired man nodded and thanked strictly.

The big eyes under the vodka sunglasses suddenly widened.

"Big...brother..." Vodka turned to look at his eldest brother.

Kaa's friend...

Is he actually a killer?

Oh no, he must have been a killer.

You can’t see it at all!

He obviously looks like an honest person...

"Shut up, Vodka, there's nothing strange about this." Gin turned his head and continued drinking with his eyes closed.

Sure enough, Kaa's little devil's friend couldn't be really ordinary.

only……

The former killer...well...

It seems that he has been cleared and landed.

Kaa cannot be like the other party.

"Jingle Bell--"

Waiting at the door for the wind chimes to ring again.

The man carrying a small black suitcase walked in timidly.

"Excuse me, can you give me a glass of gin?" The man sat down in front of the bar, wiped his sweat and asked the bartender.

Gin opened his eyes and Moscato smiled.

"Of course, guest," Moscato said.

"Huh -" the man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is everything ready?" A cold voice sounded in his ear.

"...Yes...Yes." The man did not dare to look carefully and could only lower his head.

"It's all here." He carefully handed over the suitcase in his hand.

"You can leave." The cold voice said.

"Okay, okay." The man put down the suitcase in his hand and fled the place quickly.

"It seems like this glass of wine is going to be wasted." Moscato shook the glass and said.

Gin opened the suitcase, glanced at the piles of banknotes inside, and then closed the suitcase.

He was just checking to see if any idiot would fool the organization with counterfeit money.

The red-haired man said nothing and continued to hold a small notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, thinking seriously.

Then he wrote something in the notebook, put it away, and started drinking seriously.

After finishing the wine in the glass and putting down the exact amount of money, he turned around and left the bar.

"Sure enough, no matter how you look at it, it looks ordinary..." Vodka sighed after the other party left.

"In this environment, ordinary is the most extraordinary." Gin said with a cruel smile.

In an environment like Lupin, he was subjected to all kinds of scrutiny, even sitting next to a few of his own people, but he could still act so ordinary, as if he was not in a bar, but in any calm and safe place.

This is unusual enough.

"How did Kaa know each other?" Vodka looked confused.

Gin just raised the corners of his mouth silently.

I'm afraid it was also a move made by that person.

Since he regarded that kid as his heir, he has taken him by his side and raised him personally.

even……

Even the kid's subordinates made arrangements personally.

In the nine years since that kid became that heir, how many of the members who appeared with code names were the subordinates he found for them?