COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Sunday.

The wound on Baima Tan's back was still two days away from having the stitches removed, but today he took off his hospital clothes and put on his own clothes.

Getting ready to leave the hospital.

"The arrest went well~" Tsushima Shuji sat on the hospital bed and waved.

He finally no longer had to lie down, but could sit.

It took about the same time for him and White Horse Detective to remove the stitches.

However, the other party was already able to jump around, so he could only move slowly.

"Don't worry, I won't lose to anyone when it comes to reasoning." Baima Tan spoke confidently with an eagle on his shoulder.

Then left the ward.

Not long after the other party left, Toru Amuro and Mu Midorikawa came to this ward.

Coming.

No one needs to use a wheelchair anymore.

Except Shuji Tsushima.

"Another White Crow show..." Toru Amuro sat unceremoniously on the hospital bed belonging to Hakuba Tan, his voice full of joking.

He had seen the White Crow perform several times.

Others may have seen the bloody killing techniques, but Toru Amuro saw White Crow's performance as a comedy show.

After all, at the end of the live broadcast, White Crow always leaves some time for the police to show their collapse and incompetent rage to the audience.

It is very interesting for the members of the organization.

"Detectives across the country, it sounds like the scene is huge. Can White Crow be caught?" Toru Amuro said with great interest.

"The White Crow will broadcast live at one o'clock every afternoon. We will know if there is any of his programs by then. If the police and detectives successfully stop each other, I am afraid they will want to tell the world." Midorikawa said gently without a smile, but his words It's quite sarcastic.

What he said was indeed correct. The police had lost to White Crow too many times, and they were played almost every time.

If the White Crow is successfully stopped once, the whole country will probably want to set off fireworks to celebrate.

Shuji Tsushima turned on the TV.

All major TV stations are broadcasting news about the White Crow game.

Including the detectives gathered in Tokyo.

There was even a familiar figure appearing on the screen.

"This young man, you are also a detective who has come from all over the country. Are you confident in this operation to capture Bai Ya?" The reporter handed the microphone to a figure.

The other party grabbed the microphone without hesitation, cleared his throat, and spoke with a confident expression: "I am a high school detective from Osaka, Hattori Heiji. As the saying goes, Kudo of Kanto, Hattori of Kansai, this Kansai one I am the meal. This time I will catch the white crow, hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha- "

The rather dark-skinned figure let out a triumphant laugh.

"This young man, can you return the microphone to us?" the reporter hesitantly interrupted the other party's laughter and asked.

"...Tch, give it back to you, auntie." Hattori Heiji showed a nonchalant expression and threw the phone back.

"Auntie——" came the reporter's gritted teeth.

"Calm down, calm down..." the photographer quickly advised.

In a ward at this moment, Edogawa Conan showed a speechless expression.

What is Hattori doing?

It's really something he can do.

Immediately afterwards, Motegi Haruka, Gunda Ikumi, Hakuba Tan and others also appeared in news interviews one after another.

"Each one is really more arrogant than the other." Toru Amuro mocked.

"The blind confidence of the detectives is surprisingly unanimous." Midorikawa sighed with emotion, took out a medicine packet and started drinking.

Used to replenish blood.

Drink on time with three meals a day.

"I have investigated the identities of Fujima Shunsui, Nakano Nagatada, and Kobayashi Yukimi. There are 270,000, 380,000, and 880,000 people with these three names in Tokyo, but White Crow I definitely wouldn't pick those unknown guys, so I specifically found the three most famous..." The man with blond hair and purple eyes sat in an unruly posture.

But now it seems...

Either these three targets were successfully transferred at some point, or...

These three targets were pretended to be people from White Crow from the very beginning.

They were deceived from the beginning!

"Damn it—" Hattori Heiji gritted his teeth.

White Crow actually let them protect the fake for five days.

hateful.

"It's useless to be angry. The top priority is to find the white crow first." The white horse detective looked calm.

"And... can we be sure that this is really a live broadcast and not a pre-recorded video? This is not the first time that Bai Ya has used pre-recorded videos to play tricks on the police." The voice also analyzed very calmly.

"If this is a pre-recorded video, then..."

"We can't catch each other this time." Baima Tan said in a reluctant and helpless tone.

The video was recorded in advance, which means that the white crow may not have appeared, and is hiding somewhere at the moment watching the police's jokes.

Even if they found the live broadcast address in the video, they couldn't catch the white crow.

"No matter what...even if all we find are dead bodies, we will still work hard to find them." Baima Tan took a deep breath and said.

Someone at the Metropolitan Police Department has already transferred the images on the advertising screen outside to the projection screen.

In the picture, a figure wearing a white suit and a crow's head mask walks briskly, jumping forward two steps from time to time.

"?"

(Who Killed Mockingbird)

":

(It's me, said the sparrow)

"."

(with my bow and arrows)

His androgynous electronic music sings ballads without emotional ups and downs, which is inexplicably empty and weirdly thrilling.

One by one, he came to three figures whose hands and feet were tied and hung up.

"If your carotid artery is cut, you will die in two to three minutes."

"If you cut one wrist, you may not die, but what if you cut two wrists at the same time? How long does it take to drain the blood from the human body? Let's do an experiment." The figure in a white suit turned gracefully He made a circle and a dagger appeared in his hand.

"What do you want to say? About... selling drugs privately and forcing ordinary people to join?"

"Ah, by the way, it seems that those who disagreed were injected with drugs by you and died. Of course, there are also some who survived and were trained into dogs by you."

"You obviously look like a human being, why is this happening? Is your blood and heart all black? Could it be that all the drugs flowing in your blood are drugs?" He tapped lightly with a sharp dagger. Three faces.

"Ms. Xiaolin does have the face of a femme fatale." Then she sighed with emotion.

"We won't play games today, let's go directly to our experiment." He used a dagger to make a cut on each of the wrists of the three of them.

"I hope the police find you before all the blood on your body is drained. Maybe... maybe you can still survive." He chuckled.

"As for the police..." He suddenly looked at the screen.

"Are you worried that this is a pre-recorded video? Don't worry, of course it's not this time."

"I guarantee...the lives of the three of them." He said and couldn't help laughing.

"Come on, police and detectives, otherwise... they will really die." He bowed to the screen gracefully and disappeared from the screen.

Only the hollow and strange humming came from the side, which proved that he had not left, but was watching the three people bleeding.

"?"

(Who saw him die)

":

(It's me, said the fly:)

"."

(with my little eyes)

"."

(saw him die)