COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Shuji Tsushima was indeed chatting with Hiroki Sawada while sending a message to Gin.

The other party did indeed say that he would come tomorrow.

but……

Cahors has a mission to do tomorrow.

If you come to see someone at night, they will be wary no matter what.

So Hiroki Sawada's flight will be slightly delayed.

"I told Hiroki about you. We should take him to play with us then." The black-haired boy smiled lightly, with melancholy and tenderness coexisting in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Brother Tsushima! Your friend is our friend! We will definitely take him to play with us!" Ayumi promised with a smile.

"That's right! Brother Tsushima, don't worry." Mitsuhiko and Genta also vowed.

"Right, Conan, Xiao Ai." The three primary school students looked at Haibara Ai and Edogawa Conan who came back dejectedly.

"It has nothing to do with me anyway." Hui Yuan Ai's attitude was indifferent.

"...What are you talking about?" Edogawa Conan, who was still thinking about why gin and vodka appeared here, looked up blankly.

"A friend of Brother Tsushima's abroad will come tomorrow. Let's take him to play with us then." Ayumi explained.

"Ah, um." Edogawa Conan was stunned for a moment and then agreed.

etc? Tsushima’s friend? Play with them?

Are they all primary school students now?

"Um, how old is Tsushima-san's friend?" Edogawa Conan silently raised his hand and asked.

"Hiroki, he's almost twelve years old." Shuji Tsushima thought for a moment.

"Just like you, he is still in the category of a child." His expression was cold, but his voice was slightly soft.

"That's right." Edogawa Conan nodded.

Twelve years old……

It’s about the age when you turn from an elementary school student to a junior high school student.

It’s normal to play with elementary school students.

"But Hiroki was already a Ph.D. from MIT when he was ten years old. He is not an elementary school student or a junior high school student. Well, just like you detectives, he is also very special." Shuji Tsushima Looking at Edogawa Conan Road.

The expression on Edogawa Conan's face gradually disappeared.

A ten-year-old MIT Ph.D.…

Doesn't it sound more perverted than this guy Tsushima? ! !

So why is this guy Tsushima still a junior high school student?

Miyano Shiho's eyes were also a little surprised.

As a genius in tissue culture, Miyano Shiho received a double PhD from MIT at the age of sixteen.

Junerik, who is about the same age as Miyano Shiho, received his PhD from MIT at the age of fourteen.

A ten-year-old MIT Ph.D.…

Didn't the organization actually turn the other person into an organization member?

"As for me... I haven't actually gone to school..." The black-haired boy seemed to have seen Edogawa Conan's inner complaints. He scratched his face with his index finger and his tone was a little shy.

"Because for ordinary people, at my age, I should go to junior high school, so I went to experience school life." Shuji Tsushima said.

"Ah..." Edogawa Conan responded numbly.

Playing with Shuji Tsushima, it’s normal to be smart, right?

"By the way, brother Tsushima, I have something to tell you. Can you give me some time tomorrow?" Mitsuhiko suddenly pulled Tsushima Shuji's shirt and whispered.

Shuji Tsushima: ...Why do elementary school students come to me with emotional problems...

"If you want to ask a question... fine." The boy sighed.

"I'll contact you then, thank you." Mitsuhiko whispered.

"It's just a small matter." The young man said.

The group of adults next door seemed to have finally finished talking and had time to pay attention to these children.

There are at least thousands of memories like this belonging to Osamu Dazai in his mind, or even more.

Some of these memories even have completely opposite relationships.

If he treated every memory as his own...

Then he...

Which Osamu Dazai is he?

[It hurts...]

"Master Xiuji——" Butler Tanaka's voice seemed to come from countless worlds away.

Became distant and ethereal.

Tsushima Shuji blinked, and the voice in his ears finally became clear.

"Doctor, call the doctor quickly—" Butler Tanaka's voice was anxious and panicked.

Shuji Tsushima: Isn’t he still alive... What is Butler Tanaka afraid of...

Shuji Tsushima took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose, swallowing back the blood that surged into his throat.

Pains came one after another from the bandaged body parts.

Pain as if the body was being torn apart and being stitched back together again.

Still the kind without anesthesia.

But it's more painful than that.

Pain that lasts forever and never goes away.

The young man looked accustomed to it, his eyebrows never furrowed, and he even smiled.

"Don't worry, it's gone." He wiped the donated blood flowing from his nose with a handkerchief.

"This is my dereliction of duty. I should have found a resident doctor in advance to serve you, Master Xiuzhi, 24 hours a day." But Butler Tanaka looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"It doesn't matter, it's not too late to find him now." The young man lowered his eyes and seemed to sigh softly.

"I haven't died that easily." He said in a tone of regret or luck.

"Master Xiuzhi, please go back to your room and lie down to rest. Don't worry about other things." Butler Tanaka's eyes were full of worry and love.

"...Okay." The young man smiled.

"I can still walk on my own." He rejected the idea of ​​​​butler Tanaka trying to carry him up personally, and also dismissed the idea of ​​​​butler Tanaka trying to let Tohru Amuro and Mu Midorikawa carry him up.

"Meow..." Hill cat meowed coldly from the side.

"Ouch woof... woof..." Haro moved his limbs impatiently.

Amuro Toru picked it up with quick eyes and hands.

Otherwise Harrow might have fallen at Shuji Tsushima's feet.

"Meow meow meow——" The calico cat had a mature expression of worry on its face.

How are you? Does it hurt? Cubs like you are prone to die young.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Tsushima Shuji smiled at the calico cat.

"You can stay here with peace of mind, you won't starve anymore." He lowered his eyes and looked at the calico cat with a calm tone.

…

"Do you want a drink of water?" Butler Tanaka asked looking at the young man who was already lying on the bed.

"Just let me get some sleep." The young man looked up at the curtain and slowly closed his eyes.

"You two, watch over Master Shuuji here and take good care of him." Butler Tanaka said to Amuro Toru and Midorikawa Mudo.

Then left the room.

He must seize the time to choose a doctor who can live in Tsushima's house and provide 24-hour service to Tsushima Shuichi.

"Do you want to inform Gin? Something is obviously wrong with Kaa." Bourbon frowned and said to Scotland.

All of a sudden...

"I don't think this is possible." Shuji Tsushima lifted the quilt covering his head.

"Are you really okay?" Midorikawa Mu came to the bed and asked.

He took stock of the boy's condition.

His complexion was as pale as ever, and everything from his eyes to his temperament showed a sickly and melancholic temperament.

It's no different than usual.

The truth is completely invisible from the outside.

"Something's wrong, I'm in so much pain. It hurts like I've been torn into pieces by five horses a thousand or ten thousand times, or like I've been chopped into thousands of pieces..." The young man smiled brightly.

"It hurts so much that I want to die." He said the terrible words seriously.

When Bourbon and Scotland showed solemn expressions, they stuck out their tongues viciously.

"I lied to you."

"How could anyone endure this kind of pain and still be alive?" The young man smiled as if his prank had succeeded.

"I almost wanted to tell Gin to bring you painkillers." Bourbon said angrily.

"No need, anyway..." Tsushima Shuji waved his hand.

Like narcotics, painkillers had no effect on him.

"I lied to you." He rested his chin on one hand and said lazily with a smile.

"Now, Bourbon and Scotland think that if a person has thousands of different memories at the same time, and some of them are completely opposite to each other..."

"What will happen to that person?" He asked slowly, as if full of curiosity.

"Is that man still alive? Is he not crazy yet?" Bourbon and Scotland asked in surprise.

The person with the most split personalities in the world has twenty-four personalities.

That has made the other person's life full of chaos, making it completely impossible to live a normal life.

And thousands of different memories are equivalent to thousands of different personalities.

People who have these memories...

Sooner or later he will be tortured and driven crazy to death.

"How could such a person exist? It's just a talk." Shuji Tsushima waved his hand indifferently.

"After all, if there is one, that person must be the craziest lunatic." The tone was casual but meaningful.