COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Detective...?" James Black was stunned for a moment.

How could such a young man be a detective?

"Shuji Tsushima, a well-known detective in Nihong, if the fbi has any cases in the future, you can entrust me to investigate." The black-haired and kite-eyed boy handed over his business card.

"It's free." He said flatly.

"No need, children don't need to be involved in the case, the fbi will find the murderer." James Black declined in a deep voice.

Obviously, he was refuting what Haruhiko Oba said before.

"Really." The young man said inexplicably.

"What a pity." She said it was a pity, but her expression was very calm.

The blacked out live broadcast room lit up again.

In the darkness, a figure in a snow-white suit and a white crow mask appeared in the live broadcast room

"Everyone, we meet again~"

"As well as the FBIs in front of the live broadcast room, it's the first time we meet, and we're flying white crows." The other party saluted gracefully.

[We are misfits among the crows. ]

[As long as there are places where birds inhabit, there will be us. ]

"Today's trial is also going very smoothly, and the audience can type the names of the criminals on the screen..."

[We—are everywhere. ]

"Please look forward to the next trial." A raging fire burst out of the mysterious man, and he disappeared out of nowhere in the sea of ​​flames.

A white crow feather slowly fell from the sky.

At the same time, the fbi found a pure white crow feather on the truck that crashed into the police station.

Even though the fire is raging, it is still white and flawless.

"That Mr. White Crow is provoking the FBI officers." Haruhiko Oba shook his head.

"This is too arrogant, Officer James, you will definitely bring him to justice." He said with a gentle smile.

James Black looked at the man whose smile didn't reach his eyes, and then at the boy sitting beside him with a calm face.

"Of course." He said firmly.

Turn around and leave.

...

"Cheers to our performance." The blond-haired, blue-eyed young man sat at the edge of the long table, raising his glass to greet the others.

"Cheers." Everyone raised their glasses in response.

The seats on both sides of this long table were full of people.

There are men and women, hair color, skin color and eye color are different.

There are all races.

They don't all look big.

The long table in the projection on the wall next to it was also full of people, toasting from a distance across the screen.

"Have you not found out who is behind the scenes?" someone asked.

"No, the other party didn't leave any trace." A young man holding a computer said.

"Me too." Another man wearing a hooded sweater and looking down at the computer said humanely.

"The other party is a master." The man wearing a peaked cap and a mask said.

"...Everyone knows." The blond-haired, blue-eyed youth complained.

"I don't know the purpose of the other party, it's really disturbing." He stretched.

"Can the other party run out to say hello?" He sighed.

"Are you dreaming?" Someone answered.

The others immediately laughed.

"Wait, someone really sent a message." Several people holding the computer suddenly said in unison.

They looked up at each other.

A line of fonts also appeared on the projection.

[The performance is very interesting. ]

Those present fell silent.

...

"Do you need to give them some rewards?" Oba Haruhiko asked casually.

For the sake of providing an interesting performance when Xiu Zhi was bored?

"Compared to the reward, you scare them." Shuji Tsushima shook his head.

"However, it's still interesting." He smiled silently.

...

The police did not find any trace of the white crow. After that arrogant performance, the other party disappeared completely.

It's just that there are countless more names on the live broadcast website at the beginning, and more and more people are getting more and more every day.

There are also people who imitate the white crow's live broadcast and commit crimes, but without exception, they were all taken away by the fbi during the live broadcast.

Those who couldn't catch the white crow were merciless in their treatment of these imitation crime guys.

The United States began to use other news to divert the attention of the masses.

For example... Izayo Mochizuki's new work is published.

"Excuse me, when Ms. Mochizuki wrote the book "The Sinner", what was in her mind?"

"Does the protagonist of "The Sinner" kill someone in the end?"

"Excuse me……"

The girl with long straight black hair always looked calm.

"Excuse me, can you tell everyone about the subject of Miss Mochizuki's next book?" someone asked.

"...the Holy One."

"The saint who has fallen into the world." The black-haired girl said softly.

...

Shuji Tsushima is participating in the semi-finals.

Seventy-two of the one hundred and forty-four will remain.

Perhaps it was to divert attention from other things, the bow contest was broadcast on many TV stations.

The audience and attention are unprecedentedly high.

But this time the host was replaced by another man.

Unfortunately no one cares.

"Let's take a look at Shuji Tsushima, who got full marks in the last preliminary round..." The new host explained with enthusiasm.

"Will he be able to continue his full marks in the preliminary round this round?"

"let us wait and see."

"Shuji Tsushima——!!!" Someone in the stands shouted with a loudspeaker.

"Come on——!!! You are the best!" the brown-haired boy shouted hoarsely.

Then he took a big breath of air.

He is Leo, a player who was eliminated in the first preliminary round.

The camera zoomed in, and there was only a close-up of the black-haired, kite-eyed boy on the screen.

Pale complexion, thin build.

And a pair of hands that look perfect for holding a pen.

*［Osamu Dazai's hands are beautiful and slender, with slender fingers. ]

It was such a pair of hands that steadily drew the bow.

The action was understated and scored another full score.

"Congratulations to Shuji Tsushima, who once again passed the rematch with full marks and successfully entered the final!" said the host.

"No matter what Xiuzhi does, it's a perfect performance." Haruhiko Oba put his chin on one hand and smiled.

"Speaking of... a surprise should be in preparation." He said thoughtfully.

At the same time, when the replaced host opened his eyes, he saw two doctors in white coats.

"You woke up, congratulations, the operation was a success."

They held the scalpel and congratulated with smiles on their faces.

His eyes widened, and he felt something was wrong with his body.

So he lowered his head hard.

"Oh God..."

"What did you do to me?!" he growled, trying to struggle.

The body is bound to the operating table.

"Don't get excited, sir." A gun was pressed to his forehead.

"You have already been sold to us, you must cooperate with the surgery to survive, otherwise..." Someone patted his face with a gun.

He rolled his eyeballs in horror and nodded frantically.

"Next, you will go to Korea for surgery, and after idol training, we will send you back to the United States to debut as America's sweetheart."

"do you understand?"

The man nodded helplessly.