COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Shuji Tsushima finally remembered the nearly forgotten detective agency.

After all, he lost interest in it not long after he snatched it from Toru Amuro.

So he took Kannazuru and Sebastian to the detective agency.

"I snatched this from Bourbon!" He said proudly to Kanaikaru.

The man wearing sunglasses applauded and said, "Well done."

I thought this firm was ordinary at first, but when I heard that it was snatched from Bourbon, I felt that everything about this firm was good.

"Do you want to see these commission letters?" Sebastian came back holding a box of letters.

"No." Tsushima Shuji said decisively as he sat on the chair.

I'm not in the mood to pick out one of so many letters today.

"I understand." Sebastian nodded and began to throw the letters into the shredder, his movements quite graceful.

"Will there be a lucky person who meets this beautiful boy who happens to be open for business today?" Tsushima Shuji sat on the chair and slowly turned around in a circle and sighed.

This detective agency is not open all the time.

"Do you have such a leisurely life every day?" Kanahe sat down on the sofa and picked up a newspaper, and what came into view was a familiar face.

Shuji Tsushima.

Get another one, good, still have him.

The eyebrows under the sunglasses were raised, and finally he chose to ignore the other person and read other content.

"Leisurely? Isn't it? Every day is boring." Shuji Tsushima's tone rose at first, and then he nodded in confirmation.

"But occasionally we encounter some interesting things..." Tsushima Shuji said.

"Jingle Bell--"

The wind chime hanging on the door of the office rang.

Someone walked into the office.

And not just one person, but three people walked in together.

"Is business so good?" Kanahe said, standing up and giving up the sofa.

"Welcome, what's your entrustment?" The black-haired boy with wild eyes asked with a smile.

"We want to come here to consult on some matters." The three of them looked at each other and said after sitting down on the sofa.

"What do you call the three of you?" The black-haired and red-haired man served them three cups of black tea.

"My name is Ichiro Otake, this is Shinsuke Sagara, and Joji Kameoka." Some short and fat men introduced.

Shinsuke Ai Ryo, a middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap, half-long hair, and mechanic's clothes, looked like he was engaged in auto repair.

The other man in a suit and glasses looked like he was working in sales or intermediary.

"What do you three want to consult?" Sebastian asked.

"The thing is like this..." Ichiro Otake spoke as the representative of the three.

"That guy from Siquan...that sinister villain." He had a vicious look on his face.

"While he was using his connections to suppress our business, he pretended to be a nice guy and said he would lend us money at a low interest rate. All he had to do was use our car as a guarantee. However, not only did we not earn the money to repay him, we actually owed him money. More."

"When it came time to pay back the money, we couldn't come up with the money to pay back, so the sinister guy took our car away."

"What kind of supercar exhibition will he hold in the future..." Ichiro Otake said in a very angry tone.

"That's right." The man wearing white gloves tapped his chin with his index finger, looking thoughtful.

"What specifically do you three want to consult? Is it about whether the car can be returned? But to be honest, even if the other party really uses dishonorable means, it will be difficult to get it back after you have signed the contract. "The man with black hair and red eyes said while analyzing with a troubled expression.

"I recommend that you go to a law firm, such as Maeda Law Firm. Lawyers of Justice will definitely seek justice for you." Shuji Tsushima took out three business cards of Maeda Ritsukiya from the drawer and handed them to them. them.

"Mr. Terazumi, can you...can you lend me 100 million yen?" he asked cautiously.

"One hundred million yen? Of course, what guarantee do you use?" Mr. Terazumi narrowed his eyes.

"I still have a car, a Porsche 356a, so I'll use it as a guarantee." Daisuke Shumura, a down-and-out man, said hesitantly.

The Porsche 356a has appeared at auction before, with a transaction price of 920,000 pounds.

Nearly 200 million yen.

Using this car to borrow 100 million yen is more than enough.

Mr. Teraquan already wanted to laugh in his heart.

Could it be that those fools who were deceived didn't want to be the only ones deceived, so they went out of their way to deceive others.

Isn't this a rush to deliver a car to him?

"Of course. Speaking of using the Porsche 356a as a guarantee, if you don't pay back the money, I will still make the profit." Mr. Terazumi said with a friendly smile.

"I will definitely pay back the money as soon as possible." The down-and-out middle-aged man said firmly.

"There's no need to worry," Mr. Teraquan advised.

It's best not to return it and just keep the car.

"Can you take me to see the car?" Mr. Teraquan asked.

"Of course, right at the door." Daisuke Nakamura quickly agreed.

After leading the group to the door, a man with long silver hair who was smoking next to one of the cars glanced at them and continued to smoke with his back to them.

"It's really good..." Mr. Teraquan touched the black Porsche.

"It's well maintained..." It's like touching something that belongs to you, and you like it very much.

"Of course, this is my favorite car." Daisuke Nakamura said sincerely.

"Then let's sign a contract? Do you have your ID?" Mr. Teraquan asked impatiently.

"Of course, I brought them all." The down-and-out man quickly took out a bunch of documents from his clothes.

Mr. Teraquan asked a waiter on the side to print out the contract.

He asked another waiter to go to the safe to get cash.

The two returned to the hotel.

The moment the man saw the money, he signed his name on the contract.

Mr. Teraquan was taking photos of the certificate.

I looked specifically at the business license.

The name of a Cowherd shop.

I have already thought about who to ask for help to destroy the business of this store.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Terazumi, you are such a good person." Daisuke Nakamura said sincerely.

"Wherever you are, I'm just helping you if I can." Mr. Teraquan waved his hand in a humble manner.

"Thank you very much. I'll take my leave now." The down-and-out man carried a box full of money, his face full of eagerness for a comeback.

"Okay, okay, come and play next time." Mr. Teraquan said sincerely.

Next time I come back, the car will be mine.

…

Moscato got into the car, where vodka and gin were already sitting.

After he sat down, Vodka started the car.

"It's so easy to lie..." Moscato tore off the mask on his face, took off his wrinkled suit, and unbuttoned his tightly buttoned shirt. In an instant, he changed from a depressed middle-aged man to a happy party full of hormones. prodigal son.

Of course the documents were also fake, and the license plates were all fake.

As for the so-called Cowherd shop...

In fact, it is a competitor of Moscato's Cowherd's shop.

The boss’s name isn’t Daisuke Nakamura either.

Mr. Teraquan wants to find someone to pay back the money? I can never find it in this life.