MTL - COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew-Chapter 13 Beautiful mushrooms do not eat

"Hello, I'm Toru Amuro, I've arranged to take care of you," said the blond, black-skinned brother.

Then he secretly observed Shuji Tsushima's reaction when he heard the organization.

Yes, this sentence is also a hidden temptation! This is the essence of undercover/bushi.

However, the young man lying on the sofa still had the same demeanor. From the moment he entered the door, he had a lazy and unmotivated attitude, and it was the same attitude when he heard the word "organization".

"Then you can start working." Even, he naturally began to instruct Amuro to work.

Bourbon: ? ? ? ?

"I remember, you said I was... a chef?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Yes." Tsushima Shuji answered succinctly.

The kite-colored eyes were full of reason and confusion.

"Does being a cook affect your cleaning?" His eyes flashed brightly.

Bourbon: He may be an important member of the organization, I bear with it.

Taking a look at the surrounding environment, except for the sofa that the other party is lying on, which is still in good condition, other furniture has become tattered, and the parts are broken.

Bourbon: ...is this some kind of wild beast?

He thought of the orange-haired boy with fierce eyes.

He turned his head and stared deeply at the black-haired boy.

He sincerely suspected that the other party was beaten by the orange-haired boy.

"Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and clean it up?" Tsushima Shuji frowned, dissatisfied.

Oh, looking at this unscathed appearance, he shouldn't have been beaten.

Phew.

I will endure!

"Okay." He replied with a forced smile, rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning.

And on the sofa, Shuji Tsushima was lying comfortably...

He took out his mobile phone and started playing games.

Accompanied by the customs clearance voice and the prompt sound of gold coins falling.

"Duang—" The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Tsushima Shuji hurriedly raised his head and looked over.

"Sorry, my hand slipped." The young man who dropped the water basin on the ground said so, with a smirk.

No, I did it on purpose.

Even if I can, I want to smash the water basin on your head.

Bourbon thought so.

Bourbon worked hard to pick up trash.

Kaa is addicted to playing games.

Bourbon was conscientiously sweeping and mopping the floor.

Kaa rolled over and continued to play the game.

Bourbon takes garbage sorting seriously.

Kao continues... oh he's finished the game.

"Ah, it's so boring, Sauce~ let's cook, let's cook~"

Bourbon, who had just finished cleaning and had not had time to sit down to catch his breath.

Where's my gun? Don't stop me, I'm sharking this kid now.

He exuded such aura all over him.

Tsushima Shuji: ...Wow, this person has a lot of inner turmoil.

It's really a qualified real wine.

The image of the members of the cold-blooded organization who are cruel and ruthless and want to draw a gun to kill is vividly displayed.

It's like Gin No. 2.

It's a pity that this person is not an actor.

It's their loss for the entertainment industry to lose a peerless genius like you!

"I see." Bourbon, who took a deep breath on the spot, said calmly.

I am a good person I am a good person I am a good person.

Very good, the hypnosis was successful.

I feel like I can continue to communicate with the kid calmly.

With a smile, he opened the refrigerator.

"Tsujima-kun." He called calmly.

"Huh?" The boy looked up.

"Where's the vegetables?" he asked calmly.

Don't talk about vegetables in the refrigerator, there is only canned crab meat besides canned crab meat!

"There is no such thing." The young man said confidently.

"Bang." Bourbon closed the refrigerator door.

Very good, he is very calm now.

Very calm.

Strange!

He suspected that Shuji Tsushima's guy was deliberately playing tricks on him.

"Trouble Tsushima-kun accompany me to buy groceries. After all, I don't know what Tsushima-kun likes." The handsome blond man with black skin said with a smile.

"You..." Tsushima Shuji stared at his face.

what happened? What did he find?

Amuro was nervous.

"It looks good without gin." In his anxiety, he heard the young man say this.

Bourbon: It's hard, the fist is hard.

"Well, really, sorry, ah." He said word by word, his tone stiff.

"It's okay, most people are not as good-looking as him, you are pretty good looking." The boy said in a soothing tone.

I thank you.

Bourbon: I see, you just want to die between me and Gin.

"As for grocery shopping, I refuse." He crossed his arms and made a fork in front of his chest.

"I don't accept rejection." Bourbon said with a smile, and dragged him up with the boy's collar.

"If you stay at home and don't go out, it will break." He said in a gloomy tone, with a caring and cheerful smile on his face.

oh...

This person is indeed broken.

Shuji Tsushima gave up his resistance.

He was dragged and half dragged by the collar the whole time.

Turning a blind eye to the strange eyes of passersby.

Tsushima Shuji's eyes were dead.

Suddenly, the corners of his eyes flashed red.

"Tou-chan! Wait a minute!" He grabbed the hem of Amuro's clothes.

"Look, what is that." With a mysterious tone, he pointed to the flora growing under a tree not far away.

"It's a mushroom." Amuro glanced at it.

"Let me pick one, please, please." The young man said pitifully.

If it was gin, even if he didn't know that fungus, it would stop Shuji Tsushima's actions.

However, Toru Amuro didn't know.

He watched as Shuji Tsushima happily ran to pick two plants, and then ran back happily.

In the palm of his hand he was holding two white and tender mushrooms with red caps.

It looks pretty good.

"It's something I've never seen before, I don't know if I can..." Eat.

Before Amuro finished speaking, he heard "Ah woo."

The bandaged, skinny, willful boy swallowed them in one bite.

Toru Amuro: ? ? ? ? The pupils are dilated.

Are you hungry? ? ? Yeah? ? ?

He took a closer look at the boy, it was fine, there seemed to be no problem, it was normal.

He breathed a sigh of relief. After all, if something happened to him, he probably wouldn't have any good fruit to eat.

Sighing, he pulled the boy away.

For fear of waiting for the other party to see something strange.

"Hey hey hey..."

what sound?

"Hey hey hey..."

He felt that the person in his hand began to struggle, accompanied by a erratic smile, as if he was living in a dream.

"Hey hey hey."

Under Amuro Toru's gaze, the boy broke free from his shackles with an incredible movement.

Then, on the street.

Dancing obliviously.

Toru Amuro: ! !

Seeing that someone in the crowd had already taken out their mobile phone to prepare to shoot, he rushed forward and dragged the boy, covered his head, turned around and ran away.

It wasn't until he ran to a place where no one was around that he breathed a sigh of relief and put down the other party.

With a "pop", the boy lay on the ground, looking at the empty mid-air and smiling.

like... a fool...

Toru Amuro: I will suffer.

Ask for help, what should I do if the mission target is cold on the first day of receiving the mission.

He sighed melancholy and sent a message to Jinjiu.

[Targeting him...it doesn't seem very good—bourbon]

Gin, who usually doesn't bother to reply to his news, responded very quickly this time.

[? —gin]

Amuro thought about it, took a photo, and sent it.

[A picture of a black-haired boy lying on the ground with a smirk in his eyes—bourbon]

[Bring him to see me. --gin] appends the address at the end.

[Received—bourbon]

Amuro let out a sigh, worked tirelessly to carry the boy, and called a car.

I hope it won't be too miserable to see Gin later.

…

"Bang—" As soon as he entered the door of the bar, Toru Amuro was warmly welcomed by Gin.

The bullet rubbed his neck mercilessly, leaving a scar that looked like a burn.

"It's really merciless, Gin." He touched his neck and touched the first-hand shop's blood, his tone was gloomy and cold.

"Is this kid important to you?" he asked sarcastically.

He casually threw the dragged person to the other party.

Gin caught the person with one hand, frowned at the other person's smirk, and turned his hand to vodka.

"Take him to the doctor downstairs and tell the doctor that if something happens to this kid, let him apologize." Jin Jiu said in a cold tone.

Then he looked at the blond man who was shot by him.

"Didn't I tell you to take a good look at him? If something happens to him, do you think you can survive?" Jin Jiu said with a sneer.

That little devil.

Is it so important?

It's so important that something happened to him, and a member with a code name like himself would have to apologize to death?

Anshi Toru clutched the wound on his neck, and while he skillfully found the medicine box and sterilized and bandaged himself, he thought.

"Big brother." Vodka ran back.

"He's fine. The doctor said he just ate hallucinogenic mushrooms, and he'll be fine in a while."

Toru Amuro found that after Vodka finished saying these words, the gin, which was like a real condensed killing intent, loosened, and the whole person changed from a tense posture to a relaxed posture.

Then, he looked over.

"There's no next time, Bourbon, don't let him eat weird things again."

"Take a good look at him, but don't let him die." Gin said.

If at first, he thought that Shuji Tsushima was very important to Gin, then when the other party said the last sentence, he completely overturned the previous conjecture.

than the important existence.

Rather, this young man named Shuji Tsushima has a reason why the organization must not let him die.

Gin is indeed a busy man.

While Toru Amuro was still dealing with the wound, Gin hurried away with the vodka, the younger brother and driver.

And not long after they left, the boy named Shuji Tsushima also returned to normal.

"Ah... I thought I could finally die this time." He was lying on the bed, tilted his head and looked at the flowers on the cabinet next to him, his eyes were empty and dark, and his tone was tired.

It was as if he was immersed in his own world, and he didn't even notice that a living person like Amuro was sitting by the side.

Tsushima Shuji he...

Did you intentionally want to die?

Amuro thought so, and thought of Cahors, which was also suspected of suicidal tendencies during the mission.

What is the relationship between Cahor and Tsushima Shuji?

Why did Shuji Tsushima want to commit suicide?

Why did the organization prevent him from committing suicide?

Even at the expense of sending a member with a code name like him to closely monitor.

Judging from Gin's skillful attitude, I'm afraid he is also one of the members who has been monitoring the other party.

What is the relationship between Shuji Tsushima and the organization?

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