COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"All of them dead? How could it be?!"

"Damn it, you still found nothing this time? Failed again——"

The person behind the scenes sounded surprised.

The surveillance screen stayed on the three corpses, as if time had been suspended.

Suddenly, the surveillance screen went black.

The computer next to it lit up.

Someone is typing.

[I have revealed the secret code of the treasure, but I want to tell you personally. If you want to know, come to the restaurant. ——The Eighth Detective]

"What? There is actually an eighth detective?" The person behind the scenes ran out of the hidden room and rushed to the door of the restaurant.

Carefully, he opened the restaurant door.

…

the other side.

Tsujima Shuji, who was lying dead, had already gotten up at this moment.

Mouri Kogoro and Motegi Harushi also came to life. The three of them stayed in the room, looked at each other, and smiled meaningfully together.

"Let's go and listen to what the mastermind behind the scenes has to say." Motegi Haruhi said with his hands in his pockets.

"We gave such a wonderful performance." Tsushima Shuji thought about the blood he vomited, shook his head and sighed.

He vomited a lot of blood.

"But you are really vomiting blood at the drop of a hat..." Haruhi Motegi showed a surprised expression.

"It's just common for me to vomit blood when I get emotional." The young man said calmly.

"That's really..." Motegi Harushi swallowed back the unspoken words.

Using such a body, he can also be active as a detective at major crime scenes, and he is also in charge of a huge industry.

What a... quite scary young man.

On the way to the restaurant, the three of them met Hakuba Tan and Gunda Ikumi, as well as Amuro Toru and Midorikawa Mu.

Everyone present except Tsushima Shuji had red traces on their bodies.

"You are really the only one who is clean..." Hakuba looked at Tsushima Shuji, who was still neat and tidy in his red suit, and then looked down at his blue suit, which had large red marks on his chest. Couldn't help but complain.

"Is this why you volunteered to be the murderer with the most murders?" Gunda Ikumi asked.

"After killing other people, I was poisoned to death. Apart from vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood, my clothes would not be stained at all. If I were the person you killed..." He looked at the red marks on several people. Stayed for a moment.

"My clothes will also be stained." Then he looked away and said.

"Sure enough, you are just worried that your clothes will be stained." Mouri Kogoro complained with dead eyes.

"Well, don't worry about these little things." The young man smiled and spread his hands.

"But everyone's acting skills are really good." Motegi Harushi suddenly sighed.

"Isn't this a necessary skill for detectives?" Detective Hakuba and Shuji Tsushima said in unison.

There was laughter in both of their voices.

"This is obviously my line, Hakuba-kun." Tsushima Shuji said.

"Isn't it mine?" Bai Ma Tan also said with a smile.

"It's mine. The first time I said this was when you lost to me on the 135th time." Shuji Tsushima complained expressionlessly.

"You remember it really clearly." The smile on Baima Tan's face became weak.

Kuroba Kaito, who was wearing the skin of Moori Kogoro, couldn't help but give the other party a look of sympathy and understanding.

He really understands this feeling.

At the same time, the thing hidden behind the clock also fell to the ground with the clock.

Almost instantly, white mist filled the air.

"No, hold your breath!" Baima Tan warned hurriedly and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

The others also covered their mouths and noses.

The white fog became thicker and thicker, filling the entire restaurant.

I can't see my fingers.

"Leave the restaurant quickly -" someone reminded in the white mist.

"No, the door is locked!" Motegi Haruhi's voice sounded.

"Everyone, please keep your distance and don't get close to each other. This is probably what caused the tragedy at the auction forty years ago..." The primary school student lied on the ground and reminded loudly.

Treasure...is this what it is? !

Do you want the next batch of treasure hunters to die miserably?

He thought with a vague expression.

Suddenly there were screams from all around.

I don’t know who bumped into whom.

Even if they cover their mouths and noses in time, the mist still makes everyone gradually lose consciousness.

And people cannot go without breathing for a long time.

Edogawa Conan did not dare to move, because it was difficult to know whether he would suddenly bump into someone when he stood up.

The door is locked.

This means that besides them, there are others hiding here.

Where?

There is a deeper behind-the-scenes person than Ms. Senjian Fushiro.

Edogawa Conan vaguely heard the sound of the piano.

Someone is playing the piano in that piano room.

The song played is...

Mozart's Requiem.

Who is so arrogant? Are you going to start playing the requiem for them? !

"Bang-bang-"

"Damn it—" Motegi Haruhi's voice came.

The opponent obviously hit the door many times and found nothing.

Kuroba Kaito, who was wearing Moori Kogoro's skin, gave up his disguise, took out a gas mask from his body, and was about to put it on.

Suddenly there was a heavy blow from behind.

A heavy object hit the back of his head, and Kuroba Kaito, who had just taken out his gas mask, fell to the ground on the spot.

Before he had time to tear off Mouri Kogoro's disguise.

The gas mask in his hand also fell to the ground.

In the white mist where they couldn't see each other, someone was going on a killing spree.

The thick white fog seemed to be stained with blood.

Only screams were heard one after another.

When the restaurant was completely quiet, someone opened the door to the restaurant.

The thick white fog receded.

A group of people were lying on the ground, all with wounds on their bodies. They looked like a pile of corpses.

“The fratricidal repertoire finally took hold.”

"This is their irresistible fate."

"Am I right? Master." The figure wearing a crow mask stood at the door and asked in an elegant voice.