COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Shuji Tsushima has neither a liking nor aversion to rainy days.

but……

Whenever he heard the sound of rain falling, he would always feel particularly calm.

It's just like………

A familiar music deep in the soul.

So whenever it rained, he would open the window, listen to the sound of rain, feel the cold raindrops that occasionally fell in, and at the same time, listen to his own voice.

The sound of blood dripping.

From the low sound when it first dripped onto the floor, to the sound when blood dripped down into a pool of blood.

All are different.

Like a slow, gradual lullaby.

Amidst this sound, Tsushima Shuji fell into sleep.

In the dream, he saw the past memories again.

A memory...that he had forgotten.

"Shouldn't you be thinking about training me into a better tool?" the young boy asked expressionlessly.

Call yourself a tool without a care in the world.

"Why do you think so?" The man with his eyes covered with black ribbons looked down at him.

"This is the best solution." The boy said calmly.

"Of course not... raising children is different from raising tools..." the man explained with a smile while thinking about the words.

"So Xiuzhi, you are also different, and...you are perfect." The man said.

"I thought you would find a tool to polish it..." the boy said.

"Should diamonds be polished with diamonds?" The man chuckled vaguely.

"But... are diamonds the only and extremely precious thing in the world?" The man's tone was filled with sincere doubts.

It's Mr. Mori's words...

Diamonds should be polished with diamonds.

Tsushima Shuji stood outside the memory screen and watched all this.

"This sentence... seems so familiar..." He looked at his younger self with a blank expression.

"Sorry, I said a little too much." The man knelt down and reached out to cover the boy's eyes.

Shuji Tsushima stood aside and watched his young self fall softly and fell into a deep sleep.

And the man picked him up.

When he passed Tsushima Shuji, he smiled.

"Xiuzhi, you are much more precious than diamonds."

"You are..." The man seemed to be saying to the boy who was already asleep, and also seemed to be saying to Shuji Tsushima who was standing beside him.

Then, the dream shattered.

Tsujima Shuji stood in a dark space and looked up. It was also pitch black above without any starlight.

"Ah... some memories came back to me." He sighed.

It must be Mr. Mori's fault.

This sentence is really memorable.

But what did the adoptive father say before he finished speaking...

ah……

Really.

Who on earth disturbed my sleep.

…

"Tsujima, Tsushima, wake up, Tsushima, cheer up—" Edogawa Conan kept shaking Tsushima Shuji.

Seeing that he couldn't wake him up no matter what, he gritted his teeth and turned around to run outside.

Call the police and get an ambulance.

"So annoying..." A low voice sounded.

Edogawa Conan stopped.

"Tsushima? You're awake. That's great. I thought you..." No more.

Edogawa Conan breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to look at the boy.

The other person sat up and lowered his head.

When he turned back and approached, the boy raised his head.

Her cold eyes completely forgot about him.

Almost instantly, Edogawa Conan smelled the smell of rust, or... the strong and disgusting smell of blood.

It was as if his whole body was soaked in blood, and the red liquid didn't flow into his nose.

Countless unknown and undecipherable messages were poured into his brain, and an unknown voice echoed in his mind.

He obviously couldn't bear it, his eyes were blurred, and red liquid began to emit from his ears, nose, and eyes.

He stood there blankly, as if he had become a sculpture.

"Ah...it's Conan..." Tsushima Shuji blinked and said.

I still want to keep it for fun, but I can't just die like this.

So at that moment, countless messages and whispers receded like a tide.

Edogawa Conan blinked.

"Tsushima...?" He looked at the boy stiffly.

"What's wrong with you? You suddenly became stunned." Tsushima Shuji asked with concern.

"I...don't know either." Edogawa Conan lowered his head stiffly and looked at his hands.

Why did he just...

Are you suddenly stunned?

"Really... It's not a good thing to sneak into other people's rooms without saying a word. You must have been scared by me." Tsushima Shuji pressed the switch of the light next to him, and the room suddenly became brighter.

The pool of blood on the ground was particularly obvious.

The blood stains at Edogawa Conan's feet are also obvious.

But his face was clean.

"What did you want to do when you came to me?" Tsushima Shuji got out of bed and naturally found a roll of bandages from the suitcase.

Sitting aside, he tied another layer of clean bandage on the blood-stained bandage.

Seeing his actions, Edogawa Conan completely came back to his senses.

"That's why I'm asking you what you are doing! Are you... committing suicide?!" Conan Edogawa gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice.

Although Tsushima had already shown suicidal tendencies when he first met him.

I also saw the other party hanging or jumping into the river more than once.

but……

Such a scene of cutting wrists...

This is the first time I’ve seen Edogawa Conan.

At this moment, all he could think about was the boy's pale face amid the thunder and lightning.

"No, it's just too hot. Let's give some blood to calm down." Shuji Tsushima denied the theory of suicide.

"I still want to live to destroy the organization, so how could I commit suicide so easily?" He smiled and said matter-of-factly.

fraud.

Edogawa Conan shouted inwardly.

This guy Tsushima... is obviously really begging for death! ! !

"It's just a little bit of blood. I usually vomit so much every day, so it's totally fine." Shuji Tsushima waved his hand to comfort the primary school student.

"You haven't said why you came to me yet." The boy continued to ask.

"I just came to see you." Edogawa Conan said.

He no longer wanted to ask Shujima Tsujima about his attitude towards the organization.

I don’t want to ask Tsujima Shuji if he can give up the idea of ​​joining the organization.

Shuji Tsushima is crazy, and completely crazy.

Edogawa Conan lowered his eyes.

Tsushima Shuji's desire to die... also became stronger.

It was clear that the Tsushima Shuji he saw for the first time...

According to Ayumi, he is a big brother with crying eyes.

He is a young man who silently asks for help from the world.

He is a young man who is struggling in pain, but still lives strong, and will show a childlike expression because of some things.

instead of...

After cutting his wrists to commit suicide, this young man said in an understatement that he just wanted to bleed because of the hot weather to calm down.

In his eyes...

There is no longer a so-called cry for help.

It was as if his world had been completely closed, not even a window could be opened to the outside world.

"Live on." Edogawa Conan said to Tsushima Shuji.

No matter what, even if the purpose is to destroy the organization...

Keep living, Tsushima.

"Of course, I will live until the day the organization is destroyed." The young man said with a smile.

"boom--"

The sound of a gunshot echoed throughout the hotel.

"What happened?!" Edogawa Conan immediately turned back and looked out the door.

"The gunshot...could someone kill someone with a gun?" Shuji Tsushima also stood up and guessed.

People's footsteps could already be heard in the corridor outside the house.

Apparently he came after hearing the gunfire.

"Let's go and have a look." Tsushima Shuji stepped forward, opened the door, and came to the corridor.