MTL - COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew-Chapter 89 Atobe Keigo: I'm raising you **** in vain

"Already dead." The police officer in charge of the autopsy looked at the corpse lying on the ground and shook his head.

"The cause of death was poisoning." He looked at the deceased's dark purple lips and face and said.

The people around were panicking.

"How could it be, how could it be poisoned?" A few people who seemed to be the younger brother of the other party shivered and couldn't believe it.

Atobe Keigo supported Shuji Tsushima, who had fallen into a coma, and was about to leave.

But found...

Lost the opportunity to leave.

The police blocked off the tennis court and did not allow anyone to go out.

Because of Keigo Atobe's behavior that he wanted to leave just now, he and Shuji Tsushima, who was in a coma, were successfully targeted.

"Someone wants to run over there!"

With a loud shout, the focus of the audience shifted from the corpse to Keigo Atobe.

Atobe Keigo:…

Falling into a coma, Jin Island repair: Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha I know, unhappy ~ stabbing is not stimulated ~ Trace Department senior ~

This is a thank you gift~

"What's going on?" a policeman came over and asked.

"It must be that guy! Killed people! Only he is here for the first time!" Someone pointed at Keigo Atobe and shouted.

"I see that guy is sneaky, he doesn't even dare to show his face, maybe the one he's supporting is no longer alive!" Someone guessed loudly.

As soon as these words came out, the audience immediately fell into panic.

After killing a person in front of them, someone arrogantly took another corpse and prepared to run away?

Tsushima Shuji, who is no longer alive: Thank you, brother, I have received your blessing~

Hey~ Senior Akibu, you can't escape tomorrow's news~

The sneaky murderer who dared not show his face, Jingwu: ...

"Huh? How could this uncle do something so unremarkable as murder?" His tone was disdainful, full of disbelief.

As if shocked that someone would suspect him of doing such a thing.

"Then, can you take off your hat?" The policeman asked politely.

Keigo Atobe, who wanted to hide his identity and act in a low-key manner:  …

"It seems that this uncle has nothing to do with the word low-key." With a helpless tone, he lifted his hat.

Combs a handful of blond hair by hand.

The appearance is flamboyant.

"You are..." The policeman's eyes widened.

"Actually know..." Uncle Ben?

Before Atobe Keigo could say anything, he was interrupted by the policeman.

"Are you still a minor?!" The policeman said in an unbelievable tone.

At the age of 18, Atobe Keigo, who has already started to take over his own company: …

A certain fourteen-year-old Tsushima Shuji who was in a coma: Pfft~

"You don't really believe that the man was killed by the uncle, do you? Didn't even find the reason?" Atobe Keigo fell into deep thought.

Neon police... are they all like this?

I always feel that my family's annual taxes are raising a bunch of waste.

"So, what evidence do you have to prove that you have no reason to kill?" A police officer asked in a serious tone.

"Ah? Of course it's because I don't know that person at all." Atobe Keigo looked confused.

Do you police understand such a simple thing?

"What evidence do you have to prove that you didn't know the deceased?" The police continued to ask persistently.

Atobe Keigo:…

How do you want Uncle Ben to prove it?

Tsushima Shuji: Hahahahahahaha, come on, Atobe-senpai~

…

"What's going on with the person next to you? Shouldn't it be?" The policeman guessed.

Shouldn't you kill someone and plan to take the body away and hide it?

He watched Atobe Keigo vigilantly, as if he was looking at an outlaw fanatic.

"Take off the hat of the person you're supporting," he warned.

Atobe Keigo: …No way.

I had to let you get on the news with me, Tsushima.

Don't worry, my uncle will let them take you a better look.

If it doesn't look good, my uncle will remind them to change the photos.

As for myself...

Of course, Mr. Ben is always as gorgeous as ever.

Atobe Keigo thought so, and lifted Shuji Tsushima's hat.

"This boy..." The policeman looked at the face with the bandaged right eye, slightly curly black hair, pale complexion, and closed eyes.

into thinking.

This look is very familiar...

It is very similar to a person who is often discussed within the police.

"Isn't that... what kind of beautiful young detective?" Someone whispered.

"Is he already dead? What a pity..." Someone sighed while looking at the blood on the boy's mouth.

"Isn't he the president of Tsushima Club? Why is he here..." People whispered.

"It's Tsushima-kun, who often helps the police solve cases... What did you do to him?" The policeman said as if he remembered it, turning his head to look at Atobe Keigo with a vigilant look.

Atobe Keigo is ready to call his own lawyers.

He completely lost the desire to talk to the police.

If it doesn't make sense, give up.

Taxes for so many years have been paid for!

When he finished the phone call, the boy he was supporting closed his eyes and opened his left eye after a cough.

Glancing at the surroundings, he blinked.

This relieved everyone who suspected that he had been killed.

"Tsujima-kun... Do you know the situation?" The policeman couldn't wait to ask.

Tsushima Shuji: ...I was not in a coma just now? Why are you so impatient!

Really useless police~

The black-haired boy looked around.

"I saw the deceased drink a bottle of juice before."

"This is a case of fruit juice poisoning. It was the bottle of poisonous juice that killed people." The boy gently wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his hand, while he said nonchalantly.

"But, we bought that bottle of juice from a vending machine! No one has ever touched it..." A few attendants said in horror.

"The vending machine... Could it be the random murder case?! The murderer who put poisonous drinks in the vending machine..." The policeman said in a sudden realization.

"No." The black-haired boy frowned, his eyes cold.

"How can there be such a coincidence that the drink thrown by the murderer is exactly what the deceased wanted to drink?"

"Do these... followers dare to buy him other drinks at will?" he said mockingly.

"I'm afraid the deceased who were still alive at that time will kill them first." He said indifferently.

"Then this is..." The policeman felt uneasy.

"Such a simple question... tsk." The black-haired boy stuttered impatiently.

"Of course the murderer wanted you to think that the deceased was killed by the criminal who committed the poisoning of the vending machine," he explained.

"Know the drinks the other party is accustomed to drink, and can bring them to poison...cough." The boy clenched his fist in front of his mouth and coughed.

Atobe Keigo watched his Adam's apple roll up and down under the bandage and swallowed the blood that was about to vomit.

But there was still a bit too late to swallow, and it overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Of course it's the deceased's valet." The black-haired boy wiped the corners of his mouth carelessly.

"The poison is still hidden on that sidekick now..." The young man said this and looked at the sidekicks.

"It's you." His eyes stayed on one of them.

"Let me guess where you hid the poison...cough..." He spat out a mouthful of blood without changing his face, took out a handkerchief from his body and wiped his mouth.

While looking at the man up and down.

"I see, it's in the sleeve." He just continued to say casually.

"That police officer, why don't you do a search..." He covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and the center of the white handkerchief smeared a bright red.

"Please cooperate with my search." The policeman stood in front of him and said.

"Why...why do you know..." The murderer, whose body was stiff and poisoned, slumped weakly on the ground.

Half-kneeling, covering his head, he collapsed and shouted.

"Hey? Isn't it very simple?" the young man said casually.

…

"Master Xiuzhi!!"

Butler Tanaka, who got news of his young master from the housekeeper of the Ajibe family, came to the scene with a group of bodyguards in black.

Including Toru Amuro who was brought along.

"My uncle didn't say anything." Atobe Keigo explained.

Tsushima Shuji sighed.

"Sorry for worrying you again, Mr. Tanaka." He said apologetically to the old butler.

"The state at the time of the reasoning just now...you scared Atobe-senpai..." He turned his head and faced Keigo Atobe again.

"Sorry, I just... once I got into that state of solving a case... I couldn't control myself..." the black-haired boy said embarrassedly.

"Master Shuji, you'll be fine..." Butler Tanaka checked his young master up and down, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Atobe Keigo, who felt a ball of handkerchief tucked into his hand: …

Looking at the boy's expression~www.novelbuddy.com~ he silently hid the ball of handkerchiefs.

Just help Tsushima once.

"Master Jingwu..." Butler Tanaka looked at the blond and blue-eyed boy with a serious expression.

Toru Amuro cast a sympathetic look.

It seems that the dog who is about to be scolded is drenched in blood.

I was scolded by the other party for an hour before.

"Really, thank you very much, Master Jingwu, for bringing Master Xiuzhi to play together..."

"It's the first time I see Master Shuji so happy..." Butler Tanaka said moved.

Toru Amuro: ? ? ?

Too much double standard, Mr. Tanaka!

Tsushima Shuji, who was so happy for the first time: ... It seems that my acting skills are really good.

"Ahne, cough, um, Tsushima is an excellent junior, it's just a small matter." Atobe Keigo clenched his fist and coughed unnaturally.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first." He bid farewell.

"The state of reasoning today is gorgeous." When passing by Shuji Tsushima, he affirmed.

Shuji Tsushima…

is an absolute genius...

Whether it's a dazzling posture when reasoning, or a cold posture in the kyudo competition, it is more suitable for the opponent than the posture when the opponent suppresses pain and vomits blood.

Thinking that the other party just came into contact with tennis today, but he has already played better than most ordinary people who have been in contact with tennis for two or three years.

Atobe Keigo felt pity for this.

If it weren't for that body...

He shook his head and thought no more.

At least, even with such a weak body, Tsushima Shuji is a well-deserved genius.

This is enough.

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