COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Moscato put all his energy into mixing drinks, mixing one glass after another, but not letting anyone else drink.

Instead, after setting a table on the bar, I picked up one cup after another and drank it all in one gulp.

I drank a glass of gin and black wine for a long time without finishing it.

Vodka just wants to hold the bottle and drink it.

A man wearing a sand-colored trench coat, with red hair and brown eyes walked into the bar.

The wind chimes at the door swayed.

"Brother, this is not..." Vodka glanced at the new man and said to Gin in a low voice.

Isn't this Kaa's... friend?

Ordinary people who are incompatible with their world.

For some reason, Kaa had a very happy conversation with the other party, and even as long as the other party was around, Kaa would ignore everyone around him.

"What? Are they actually acquaintances?" Moscato's honey-colored eyes circled around the new man, then looked at the vodka and gin.

"Don't worry about him." The man with long silver-gray hair closed his eyes, not knowing whether he said it to Vodka or Moscato.

The new man sat down in front of the bar in a familiar manner, and took out a notebook and a pen as if he was just looking for a suitable environment for creation.

"What would you like to drink, this guest?" Moscato asked tentatively.

"...Distilled alcohol will be fine, thank you." The red-haired man thought seriously for a moment and replied seriously.

Then he lowered his head and continued reading his little book.

Moscato:…

Why do you, a person who looks like you are in your twenties or thirties, do something like a good student who accidentally entered a bar, but still do your homework seriously?

Moscato thought there was something strange about the people he met recently.

The group of female guests from before were clamoring to have a threesome with him and Gin.

And now this man who doesn't look like he should be in the bar.

He poured a glass of distilled wine with a heavy heart, but still had a romantic and ambiguous smile on his face.

"Please use your distilled wine slowly." He placed the wine in front of the strange man.

"Okay, thank you." The man looked at him seriously and thanked him.

"Guest, what are you writing? Can I read it?" Moscato asked curiously with a smile on his face.

"Well... I hope you can give me some advice, thank you very much." The red-haired man thought for a while, handed him the small book, and said very seriously.

Moscato took the small book and glanced at it, his expression gradually became weird.

"Well, if you use potassium chlorate to kill people...the lips and nails will not turn purple after death, but will turn into light pink..."

"This man's blood-stricken body was cold, stiff, and pale..."

Moscato fell silent as he looked at the items listed in the small book about what corpses looked like in different ways of death.

"My guest, are you a forensic doctor?" Moscato asked.

"No, I'm just an ordinary person who wants to be a writer." The red-haired man was stunned and shook his head quickly.

"Ordinary people..." Moscato smiled.

Do ordinary people know the different behaviors of corpses caused by these methods of death?

It's written so clearly, it's like you've observed it with your own eyes.

And not only did I observe the corpse, but it seemed like...

I have seen many people die for different reasons.

Besides, what kind of work needs to write these things! Is there any popular science on how to die? It will become a banned book!

Moscato decided to retract his previous belief that the other party was an ordinary person.

"What kind of book are you planning to write?" he asked curiously.

"About... a killer who found respect for life... and the dream of writing a book..." The red-haired man frowned and thought seriously.

Vodka glanced at him.

Even Gin, who was drinking with his eyes closed as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, opened his eyes.

"Plots about killers killing people don't need to be so...realistic..." Moscato reminded kindly.

It's so true that as soon as this book is published, someone might suspect the other party and come looking for him.

Tiamali: If Peno doesn’t go, I’ll stay with her.

Wei Que: I just returned to China. I’ll make an appointment next time.

Vodka: I am collecting money from my eldest brother these days.

Chablis: I’m so busy doing experiments that I’m going bald!

Cohen: On a mission.

Chianti: I don’t know mahjong and don’t have time to play.

Moscato: I would really like to go, but...

Moscato looked at Gin in front of him and looked like he would kill you if you dared.

He sighed.

Moscato: In order not to cause any trouble to you, I won’t go.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm very sensible."

"If we fight, the young master will only find it troublesome." The bronze-skinned curly hair said.

"That brat doesn't care about these things." Gin said casually.

While sending a message on his mobile phone.

[I didn’t let you stay with Kao just so you could play mahjong with him. ——Gin (gin wine)]

Bourbon, who received Gin's text message, felt that he was innocent.

Is it useful to refuse what Kaa wants to do?

I refused! It’s useless!

Why doesn't that Gin guy do it himself?

And Scotland also received a text message from Gin.

[Tell that brat to go to sleep. ——Gin (gin wine)]

Scotland thought it would be better not to let Gin know that the three of them would play games all night long when they got together.

Scotland, who raised his head, met the eyes of Bourbon, who also raised his head.

"I guess you also received the text message." The blond man twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I guess you also have gin over there." Scotland also said helplessly.

"Is that guy really not your father?" Bourbon asked, staring at the black-haired boy.

It would not be surprising if Scotland could do this kind of behavior that would prevent Kaa from staying up late to play games, but if Gin could do it...

No longer surprised.

This is frightening!

"This question... you should ask Gin personally next time. He will be happy to answer it for you." The black-haired boy lay on the sofa holding his mobile phone and said casually.

Well, I will definitely be happy to do so.

The first step is to draw your gun and prepare your answer.

"Haha." Bourbon smiled but said nothing.

He was just talking, who would really ask Gin such a question.

"Really, I can't find the fourth person playing mahjong..." Tsushima Shuji said sadly as he lay on the sofa.

Whiskey: Now that you have enough time to find someone to play mahjong, let’s go do the mission!

"Chuuya still wants me to do a mission, he's an idiot."

"Why do you have to do missions when you can just lie at home and play games?" the young man complained as he silently dismissed the group chat.

"Speaking of which, did Belmod and Tequila hire someone to design a software?" He suddenly remembered something.

"It has similar functions to Sword Art Online..."

"One year has almost passed. If I haven't handed it in yet..."

"You're going to run away." Shuji Tsushima typed on the keyboard of his cell phone.

"Chuuya, quickly check the guy that Tequila Club Belmode was looking for before." He said to the phone.

"Can't you find it yourself?! Did you learn your computer skills just for decoration?! Don't bother others when you can do things yourself -!!" The boy's voice on the phone was menacing.

"Hey... But if I have to investigate everything by myself, Chuuya, you will be useless to me." The black-haired boy changed his posture from lying on the sofa to lying on the sofa. .

"I know, I know, troublesome guy." The voice on the other end of the phone was low and impatient.

"Found it, the one who has been watching them from the beginning, found the information easily." The deep young man's voice soon sounded again.

"Hey~ It's really good." Tsushima Shuji gave a perfunctory compliment.

Clicked on the information on the phone.