COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Five hours later, the brain of Murakami Murakami, who was going crazy alone in the corner, finally came back online.

What he saw when he opened his eyes was a pair of shoes.

"This guy is awake." The owner of the shoes took a few steps back, as if to notify others.

This scene is very similar to the scene in the movie when a kidnapped person wakes up.

Have you been kidnapped?

Murakami Murakami still had a somewhat rigid mind and thought so.

Speaking of which...is he worthy of being kidnapped?

Although he has a village elder father, the village elder doesn't have much money...

Kidnappers usually operate in big cities, right? No matter how much you think about it, you won't be able to meet it.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that I don't feel tied up, I am free...

only……

Murakami Murakami tried to move his body, but found that his body, which was still healthy in the past, became less... obedient at this moment.

Stiffness, heaviness, and... pain?

It's like being overtired and the muscles are damaged.

why is that?

He was thinking stiffly, recalling bit by bit what had happened before.

Before the fragment was cut off, he seemed to have had a bowl of mushroom soup...

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through my not very flexible brain at this moment.

Yes, there should be something wrong with that bowl of mushroom soup.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why the fragment fell apart after I drank it.

Obviously he has already disposed of the basket of poisonous mushrooms...

Another red-haired man’s bamboo baskets were also checked and they were all edible varieties.

Why are you still being tricked?

"Boss Murakami, are you okay?" Another pair of shoes appeared in his field of vision, a pair of sneakers.

Speaking of which...it's strange that the three adults are all wearing sports sweatshirts and sneakers, but the youngest boy is wearing a shirt and leather shoes.

It's a bit too formal in comparison.

Murakami Murakami thought this while trying hard to lift his sore neck to see who it was.

I saw a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes, and a gentle expression.

"Can you... help me?" Murakami Murakami made a request after seeing the other party.

If I remember correctly, this man should have the best temper among the four.

The red-haired one gives people the feeling of a grumpy old man. Although the blond one has a sunny smile, he always gives people the feeling of a smiling tiger. And the youngest one...

Doesn't it mean you are willful and rebellious? His temper is probably not very good either.

No matter how you look or think, the black-haired man is the one with the best temper.

"Of course." The extremely good-tempered Midorikawa glanced at the other person, said with a smile, then stretched out his hand, picked up the other person's clothes, and picked him up.

"Wait...cough cough cough..." Murakami Murakami's eyes widened.

He just wanted to let the other party help him, but the other party wanted to strangle him?

Murakami Murakami was dragged to the chair, and Midorikawa Mu let go.

Murakami Murakami suddenly gasped for breath, and finally recovered. He sat weakly in his position and looked around.

Only then did he realize that his hotel seemed to have experienced inexplicable damage. Not only were the table legs missing, the table was overturned, the bowls were broken, and even a few chairs were spared.

Murakami Murakami silently covered his chest.

Why--

Why is my hotel like this——

These four guests are too——

"We will fully compensate for the loss. New furniture is on the way..." The blond man said at this time.

Murakami Murakami put down the hand covering his chest.

These four guests are pretty good, they are really responsible guests.

"Is it because of that bowl of mushroom soup? Are you okay?" Murakami Murakami showed concern for the guests.

He remembered that everyone had eaten mushroom soup, so he couldn't have been the only one who got hit, but he was the last one to wake up.

"...It's fine, thank you for your concern." The blond man with purple eyes answered the question, with a bright smile but a subtle and twisted black aura.

Murakami Murakami thought that this was not a good look, but he didn't say much.

Maybe the other person is simply in a bad mood?

After all, they all look healthy, stand tall and straight, and appear to be in good spirits.

Even the sickly boy looked no different from before.

He was the only one who could not stand firmly.

Obviously everyone drank the same bowl of mushroom soup...

How come there is such a big gap?

Is it because of age? These people do look very young...

"I would like to ask, how old are you all?" Murakami Murakami asked curiously.

"I'm 28." The blond man smiled.

"I'm 26." Midorikawa glanced at Toru Amuro without meaning and then said.

His real age is one year older than Toru Amuro, but...

According to his current status, he is indeed 26 years old.

"25." Sora Sakai said coldly.

"I'm fourteen years old, still the age of a handsome boy." Tsushima Shuji introduced himself.

"No one is over thirty..." Murakami Murakami thought thoughtfully.

"No wonder they say that turning thirty is a hurdle. I finally realized the difference between thirty and twenty-eight..." Murakami Murakami, now 32 years old, said with emotion.

"Have you ever thought...this has nothing to do with age?" Shuji Tsushima touched his chin with a deep expression.

"No, it must be my physical fitness that has deteriorated due to age." Murakami Murakami said firmly.

It is absolutely impossible that he is not in poor health, it can only be a natural decline in physical condition caused by age.

"Sure enough, human beings are the best at self-deception." Young Piaopiao whispered.

"What?" Murakami Murakami didn't hear clearly.

"No, it's nothing. You're right." Tsushima Shuji said with a smile.

The furniture delivery team showed up at the remote hotel late at night.

The furniture was replaced in an orderly manner and the damaged furniture was taken away.

"Are you still delivering at this time?" Murakami Murakami showed an expression that I didn't understand.

"Normally it's not delivered, but we added some money." The blond man said in a natural and calm tone.

"Added... more?" Murakami Murakami was a little doubtful.

A little bit shouldn't be enough to keep them running late at night...

"Ah, it's only one million." Amuro said with a smile.

Swipe Kaa's card.

I originally wanted to pay 5 million directly, but was rejected.

Because the team that delivers the furniture is owned by Tsushima Corporation.

I should have known better.

"A little... um..." Murakami Murakami hesitated.

It is indeed the style of rich people.

People who don’t stay in big cities like to run to the countryside. They can’t recognize poisonous mushrooms. One million is just a little bit...

Every bit is full of the characteristics of the rich.

"Fortunately, they have all been replaced with new ones, otherwise it would have been terrible..." Murakami Murakami breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the hotel lobby that had become tidy again.

"There are still guests coming to stay tomorrow." He said.