COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Tick-tock——"

"Tick-tock——"

Blood dripped on the ground, gradually gathering into a small pool, and the sound became more and more obvious.

The hairs on their bodies stood up and sweat dripped from their bodies.

"Tick tock—tick tock—"

They could no longer tell whether it was the sound of blood dripping, the sound of sweat dripping, or the sound of blood and sweat falling together.

…

In the Metropolitan Police Department, police officers and detectives were constantly coming in and out.

"How's it going? Have you found a building that meets the requirements?"

"not yet……"

"I haven't found it yet..."

"Give me another half hour..."

"The three congressmen can hardly hold on any longer. If they continue to bleed like this, even if the blood will coagulate, they will go into shock due to excessive blood loss for a long time..."

"fifteen minutes……"

"I found it! The houses in this area are very suitable! Whether it is height or other things, they are very consistent..."

"An area? How to target a specific building?"

The detectives were talking a lot.

In order to find out the specific address, they all used their own methods and called on various connections.

"Who lives in that area? Is there a list?" Baima Tan closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

"This, there should be..." The police officers looked at each other.

"Go get it to me." White Horse Detective ordered.

"Listen to him." Director Baima said from the side.

He didn't mind the White Horse Detective commanding these subordinates.

"Okay!" The two police officers left in a hurry.

Soon he came back with a stack of documents.

"There are more than four hundred residents in this area..." the two police officers said.

"I understand." Bai Ma Tan took the document and nodded.

Then he started flipping through the files quickly.

Skimming over name after name.

Finally, it stopped at a name.

"Does this house belong to Nakano Nagatada?" he asked, pointing to a name.

"No... I don't know... This area is not under our control, but that's what the information says..." The two police officers looked at each other and said.

"White Crow has done the same thing before, judging the target in the room under his name." Motegi Harushi said immediately.

"This house is...in the fourth area of ​​Mihua Town..." He took two steps forward and looked at the specific address on the document.

So the detectives around him immediately ran towards the door.

"Quickly, order someone and let's go together." Director Baima ordered.

"Let's go, Brother Hakuba." Motegi Haruhi said hello and walked towards the door.

Now it depends on who gets there first.

Motegi Haruhi walked to the door and prepared to hail a taxi, but found that all the taxis on the street had been snatched up by other detectives, and there were even people fighting wits on the street just to grab the taxis.

He looked at the messy situation and felt a little at a loss for a moment.

Suddenly I heard the sound of propellers from above.

A helicopter appeared from the rooftop of the Metropolitan Police Department and flew in one direction.

"It's really impressive." Motegi Harushi lit a cigarette.

Helicopters were dispatched directly. Is there any need to compare?

Unless he can fly too.

All he knew was that he should stay at the Metropolitan Police Department and take the helicopter with him.

By the way, isn’t that what Gunda does?

Motegi Harushi looked at the surrounding streets, but did not see Gunda Ikumi, and twitched his lips.

This is outrageous.

…

The helicopter parked outside a building.

The ladder was lowered.

Hakuba Tan and Gunda Ikumi climbed down on the ladder, and jumped down when they were still some distance from the ground.

Land firmly.

"Hiss--" The two of them gasped at the same time.

One reached out to touch his back, and the other reached out to cover his abdomen.

These are the parts where the two of them hurt each other.

The two looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

He looked around again, his expression even more helpless.

Not only the two of them have arrived, but many other detectives have also arrived.

There were even many traffic police stopping people one by one to collect fines.

It's obvious that these detectives came here by car.

"White Crow——"

"You're surrounded-"

"Let's capture him without any effort——"

A detective pulled out a loudspeaker from his car and started shouting.

"I'm the first detective here. Remember my name. My name is -"

"Don't listen to him. I was the first one to arrive. My name is-"

"They are all liars, I am number one, I am -"

One after another, detectives pulled out bullhorns, big horns or small horns, and began shouting into the building.

"Is everyone so well prepared..." Bai Ma Tan looked at the people holding loudspeakers around him with a helpless expression.

"But something's wrong." He frowned.

"Something's wrong, it's too quiet." Gunda Ikumi nodded.

The detectives outside were so loud, but the people inside didn't make a sound.

No attempt to escape was found.

Is the White Crow really inside?

Bai Ma Tan suddenly had doubts in his heart.

The police rushed to the scene.

surrounded the building.

"Come on, two people, open the door. The rest of you, please be alert. If we go in together, the other party may use flash bombs or other deception methods to sneak into our midst and escape," said the white horse detective.

Soon, two police officers stepped forward and opened the door.

Bai Ma Tan followed them, and the moment the door opened, he saw the scene inside the house.

In the three-story building, the crystal chandelier in the lobby has been removed and replaced with three iron hooks.

The three figures were tied with ropes and hung on iron hooks.

There was no blood on the ground, and the scene wasn't as bloody as it had been on several occasions.

But the whole house exuded the stench of rotting corpses.

"?"

(Who is the pastor?)

"."

(I'll do it, said the crow.)

"."

(Use my little notebook.)

"."

(I will be his pastor.)

A soft low hum came from the gramophone nearby.

It was a tape that had already been recorded.

"He died a long time ago. Judging from the degree of decomposition of the body, he has been dead for at least three days." Gunda Ikumi said while looking at the body.

As a former forensic doctor, she is very experienced in making these judgments.

"We were deceived by the white crow again." A detective standing outside the door and watching made a reluctant voice.

"I'm sorry for deceiving you again this time. As a price..." The gramophone was still playing the recorded voice unhurriedly.

"I sacrificed the lives of three council members to the devil in an attempt to gain the devil's forgiveness."

"And the devil told me..."

White Crow's indisputable electronic music carries a smile.

"For me as a criminal, deception is a virtue."

"Then we...see you at the next trial."

"White crows are everywhere." Even in the electronic sound, people seem to be able to hear the irony in it.

The gramophone was still spinning slowly.

The final recording is playing.

"ewell."

(Goodbye then, robin.)

"."

(All flying birds.)

"bing."

(All sigh and cry.)

"."

(When the knell tolls for the poor robin.)