COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Junjima-kun is indeed invited." Mao Lilan sat aside and said, holding playing cards in his hand.

"I don't think Tsushima-nii will be invited to this kind of detective gathering." Edogawa Conan sat on a chair, his legs still some distance from the ground, and he shook his legs and said.

"Let me introduce, this is Mr. Motegi Haruhi, who is also a famous detective." Detective Hakuba introduced the man wearing a dark green suit standing next to the billiard table.

"I've heard of him, the famous detective who was attacked by the Mafia when he was in Chicago not long ago." Tsushima Shuji said with a smile.

So I had to flee back to Japan temporarily.

"I have long heard that there is a young junior high school detective in Japan, but now it is really different when I see him." Motegi Harushi also said politely.

"That one is Ms. Qian Jian, who is called the easy chair detective. As long as you sit in the easy chair and listen to other people narrating the case, you can know the truth." The white horse detective looked at the person on the other side and Maori Xiao An old man sitting in front of a chess game with Goro.

"I have admired my name for a long time." Tsushima Shuji smiled politely.

"Wherever, young people are in the spotlight." Qian Jianjiangdai said.

"Mr. Maoli, no introduction is needed. You two often appear together in the news." White Horse Detective teased.

"Ha." Mouri Kogoro sneered loudly.

"Mr. Mori and I have a special fate." Shuji Tsushima said with a chuckle.

The other party's clients often become dead, and Tsushima Shuuji is often invited by the police to investigate cases.

"Hmph." Mouri Kogoro snorted again without any concealment.

Shuji Tsushima glanced at Mouri Kogoro, or...a certain phantom thief wearing Moori Kogoro's skin.

Kaito's performance like this is completely unacceptable. If it were Mr. Mori, he should complain more.

For example, why did I meet Shuji Tsushima again, or what happened to this little brat.

and……

Mouri Kogoro is a man who smokes and drinks, but Kaitou Kid neither smokes nor drinks.

Therefore, Kaitou Kidd's disguise as Kogoro Mori neither smokes nor drinks.

Is this normal?

"And this is Ms. Gunda Ikumi, the former coroner and now working as a detective." Detective Hakuba introduced Shuji Tsujima to the woman with curly black hair who was sitting with Mao Lilan playing cards.

"I have admired you for a long time, Master Tsushima." Gunda Ikumi said in a gentle tone.

"Nice to meet you." Tsushima Shuji nodded politely in response.

"Of course, there is also Mr. Zhushan, a great master known as the food detective, who is also here, but he is preparing food for us in the kitchen now." Bai Ma Tan continued to explain.

"Hey~ Gourmet Detective, he seems to be very powerful." Tsushima Shuji said and glanced at Toru Amuro and Mu Midorikawa who were following behind them silently.

Toru Amuro and Mu Midorikawa avoided his sight.

Don't look at him.

They probably guessed what Tsushima Shuji was thinking, which was just to ask them to get the title of gourmet detective... or something like that.

Neither of them had any interest in it.

"I also want to have two food detectives serving me. It sounds cool." Shuji Tsushima sighed and murmured.

Dashang Zhushan, the name of the lender is also Dashang Zhushan.

It seems that the other party is the mastermind behind it, well, maybe one of them.

Amuro Toru looked expressionless and indifferent, and her eyes under her sunglasses were particularly cold.

Just dream, Kaa.

"Since you're here, you can play with Hakuba-kun. I can't beat him." Motegi Harushi shook his head and handed the club to Tsushima Shuji.

Shuji Tsushima took the cue he handed over, leaned close to the table, and hit one of the small balls.

The billiard balls collided with each other and rolled slowly on the table.

Eventually, they all fell into the hole.

"I don't look like I'm pretending to be Kaitou Kidd, really..."

"Kid would never behave like this."

"Although I have no interest in catching Kidd." His eyes were careless.

Kaito Kid, who was wearing the skin of Moori Kogoro, nodded repeatedly.

That's right, he wouldn't do such a thing.

Blow up other people's cars and stuff.

Too rude too.

It's completely inconsistent with a magician's gorgeous techniques.

"Huh? What does this have to do with Kaitou Kidd? Mouri Kogoro looked confused.

"Didn't the signature on the invitation letter already indicate it?" Baima Tan showed a confident smile.

"The phantom of the god-forsaken boy." Gunda Ikumi answered.

"The cub of the black goat..." Qianjian Fangdai also continued his analysis.

"phantom……"

"That's Kaitou Kidd."

"That's an exquisite meal that all detectives want to enjoy." Dashang Zhushan smiled inexplicably.

"That's why we were invited."

"But at present, it seems that the mastermind behind this time is not Kidd." One after another, the detectives came up with their reasoning about the signature code.

"Really, since it's not Kidd, I have no interest in it either in the so-called treasure or in a certain shady mastermind behind the scenes, but..." Haruhi Motegi stood up. He lifted up the cloak of the figure on the main seat.

Looking at the head of the tape, he smiled.

"I'm very interested in finding out who's really behind it," he said.

"Is anyone willing to change positions? I don't want everything to go according to some guy's arrangement." Motegi Harushi said loudly.

"I do not mind."

"I also can."

"I am glad to."

Everyone agreed with Motegi Harushi's proposal.

Shuji Tsushima also followed them and changed positions.

Everyone wiped the tableware and began to taste the food silently.

Shuji Tsushima pushed the cup towards himself.

I had no intention of touching it.

The smell on it is too obvious to ignore.

And it's still on the cup handle.

The mouth does not come into contact, only the fingers.

He glanced at the maid who was standing next to him biting her finger.

He looked away again.

It seems that this way of death was originally prepared for the maid lady.

but……

These foods are not prepared for each other.

The same finger-biting hobby?

Tsushima Shuji’s eyes fell on the great Shang Zhushan.

The other party also has the habit of biting his fingers.

Maybe this method was thought up by the other party himself and planned to be used on the maid who had the same habits as him, but...

Used by his companions on himself.

He will probably die soon.

Tsushima Shuji withdrew his gaze and enjoyed the food silently.

Even if it makes him feel hard to swallow.