COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Atobe house, Akashi house, Tsushima house.

Almost at the same time, I received something from the owner of the video game city.

A carload of dolls.

"Master Jingwu..." The housekeeper of the Atobe family looked at the very humble and enthusiastic delivery man who was smiling, and then at his young master with a natural expression.

"Clean up a room for them." Keigo Atobe ordered in a natural tone.

The butler also ordered other people to do things with a natural look.

On the other side of Akashi's house, the same scene happened.

"Put them away and put them together for me." The red-haired young man ordered calmly.

"Yes." The retainer said respectfully.

...

Tsushima Apartments.

Dolls, big and small, filled the sofa.

Amuro Toru and Scotland could only sit on chairs at the dining table, looking at each other.

"Alas..." Scotland sighed.

"After all, Kao is still a child." The man with black hair and phoenix eyes persuaded his friend.

"It's okay if you like these..."

"..." Toru Amuro remained silent.

"Ah." He responded without emotion.

"Since it's his stuff, it should all be put in his room, right? No problem." He suddenly smiled understandingly.

"This... should..." Scotland said helplessly.

Immediately afterwards, he saw his friend, who ran several times happily, moved all the dolls on the sofa to Kayo's room, and piled them on Kayo's bed.

"Zero..." Scotland hesitated to speak.

You put it like this... Where should Kayo sleep when he comes back?

"Huh?" The blond and dark-skinned man narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"No... nothing." Scotland stopped talking.

as long as you are happy.

...

The top floor of the Tsushima Headquarters Building.

Shuji Tsushima was sitting at his desk looking at the report, and the projection on the opposite wall displayed various data.

"Someone has already received it... flying motorcycles and hoverboards..." He propped his chin on one hand and reported flipping through it with the other.

"Yes, most people responded very well, and... there are many other companies that have also purchased our products... Do you want to...?" Butler Tanaka stood beside him, bowing his head respectfully, with deep eyes.

Shuji Tsushima: ...Sure enough, the companies of the members of the organization cannot be really serious companies.

Come on, the Tsushima Club is just a cover, right? The real face is actually the black o giant, right?

"It's okay, they are willing to spend money, so let them spend it." The young man casually closed the report, turned off the projector, turned his chair to face the French windows, and looked at the architectural scenery outside the window with gloomy eyes.

"How can we refuse others to send us money?" He said incomprehensibly.

"But...Master Xiuzhi, if they imitate our products..." Steward Tanaka said in a worried tone.

"Mr. Tanaka." The boy interrupted him.

"If that happens..."

"Everything is left to you."

"No problem." The boy smiled, with an expression of trust in his elders.

"Yes! I will never let other people do things that harm the interests of the Tsushima family." Butler Tanaka bowed his head respectfully.

"The TV series you mentioned is also in the preparatory stage. If the heroine is Ms. Nanami Lisu, what do you think about the heroine?" Tanaka Butler stood next to Shuji Tsushima and whispered.

"Hey..." Shuji Tsushima held his chin and recalled.

Almost forgot about this.

"...Let's leave it to the crew to choose roles. After all, we are laymen." He looked cute.

"You are right." Butler Tanaka cheered.

No matter what Shuji Tsushima wants to do, he will only support and agree.

...

in a research institute.

The scientific researchers are dismantling the motorcycle that just arrived at the institute in a hurry.

"No matter how many cars are dismantled, you have to figure out the principle for me..." the man in a suit with a big belly ordered arrogantly.

Tsk, a pig-headed man with a fat head and big ears.

Someone couldn't help cursing inwardly.

But still put on a respectful face and looked at each other seriously.

"But, President, didn't that Chairman Tsushima say that? If you take it apart rashly...it might be..." He hesitated.

"There's nothing to believe in the words of that kind of brat, it's just to scare people." The potbellied president sneered and dismissed it.

"Did children's tricks scare you adults?" He hallucinated and mocked.

"I don't pay you wages for your retirement. You just need to complete the work I give you. Don't question me." He looked at a group of people coldly.

"I hope you won't make me feel like I've raised a bunch of useless trash—" he said with an arrogant smile.

"Yes, you are right." The leading researcher bent down and nodded repeatedly.

"Hmph." The president glanced at them, turned and left arrogantly.

"Don't look at it, go to your own work." After the other party left, the leader straightened up and warned the surrounding people.

Bah, following others, acting like a villain.

running dog.

The others were disdainful, but they still scattered in twos and threes.

"Then, leave the research on flying motorcycles to me..." the leading man said decisively.

"This..." Several other people looked hesitant.

If the research yields results, there will be a large bonus...

Is it just handing over to people...

"What? Do you want to do your own research?" The leading man said in a high tone.

"Based on your level, it's still very early." He said contemptuously.

Several people clenched their fists.

On the same day, an explosion occurred in this research institute, and it is said that the researchers were sent to the hospital for first aid on the spot.

Reporters swarmed in, and the owner of the institute seemed very embarrassed in the face of the microphones and cameras.

When asked the reason, he pushed back and forth and changed the subject.

However, clues were found by the all-pervasive media.

"Is your company researching the flying motorcycles sold by Tsushima?"

"Does your club plan to start a trade war with Tsushima Club?"

"Does your company..."

"Does Chairman Tsushima know that you are secretly researching his products?"

...

On the other hand, Shuji Tsushima was also blocked by the media at the Tsushima Club.

Although under the protection of a row of strong men in black, these reporters will not get too close to him.

"Excuse me, President Tsushima, do you know about the recent explosions in research institutes?"

"It is reported that they all exploded while researching your company's products..."

"Are there potential safety hazards in your company's products?"

"What do you think of competitors who research their own company's products?"

"Would you please answer our question?"

Escorted by bodyguards, the teenager calmly sat in the back seat of the car and lowered the window.

His face was expressionless and his tone was cold.

"There is no safety hazard in the products of Tsushima Club. As for the explosion..."

"I have reminded them a long time ago, don't disassemble our products at will, accidents are prone to happen."

"After all, there is still a gap between their researchers and our researchers." The young man said casually, with a helpless tone.

Then the windows were closed.

Surrounded by many vehicles to leave.