COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Welcome back, A-level member Cahors, A-level member gin, A-level member vodka." The moment the mechanical female voice sounded, Cahors and others walked into the elevator.

"Have fun with it."

"It's really just a few words back and forth..." The black-haired boy couldn't help complaining.

"Can't you change a few lines? Chuya."

"For example, welcome back, Master~ something." He was full of jokes.

"..." The elevator was extremely silent.

"Tsk, don't talk such nonsense." Gin pressed his hat.

"Tch——" Cahor was dissatisfied when he didn't hear the answer he wanted.

There are not many people in the training ground today.

Because they were all transferred to other training grounds.

After all, what the organization lacks most is research institutes and training grounds.

virtual training ground.

"It's best that your grades haven't dropped." Gin Jiu looked at the boy who was picking out guns and said.

"Don't worry, Gin."

"No matter what I forget, I will never forget how to shoot." Said the boy, choosing a gun.

awm.

"Set the character to look like gin..."

"Gin, you don't mind~" He asked Gin while ordering.

"Boring." Qin Jiu sneered.

"Brother doesn't care about such trivial things..."

"Kyo, don't worry." Vodka said with a carefree expression.

But Kao...

Can you really deal with big brother?

Vodka secretly thought about paying.

Facts have proved that Kayo can really do it.

Not only did he succeed, he even had a great time playing.

Previously it would only hit someone's temple or celestial cap.

Now the gin-shaped virtual target is almost rolled into dice.

"Yo—" the boy put down his gun.

"I just said that it is impossible for me to regress~" he said.

Obviously a very happy look.

In the video of the training record, there are... all kinds of deaths of Gin Jiu.

"...latest range: 1,500 yards."

"But there is no progress." Gin looked at the data and narrowed his eyes.

"Hey... Except for the few snipers who have transplanted chips, others in the organization seem to be unable to reach such a range..."

"Don't be too strict with me, Gin."

"I'm just a child~" he said with a weak and pitiful expression.

"Child? You have always been the same as when you were a child." Gin Jiu dismissed this.

"The organization doesn't need a child to be its leader," he reminded.

"Yes--" the young man said in a nonchalant tone.

"Aren't you going to take a look? Your two puppies?" Qin Jiu suddenly said jokingly.

"No need." The boy's tone was tired.

...

Havana is squatting.

He finds time to come to the training ground almost every day.

Try to squat down to the person you want to see.

Of course, there is another guy he hates very much who is also staying.

The organization said that the other party, like him, was a dog picked up by Mr. Cahors.

But Havana doesn't think so, he! Much more useful than that person who is nothing!

After undergoing experimental transformation, I will definitely become Lord Cahors' most capable subordinate!

He looked at the figure hiding in the other corner and thought with disdain.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure gradually approaching.

Black curly hair, bandages, and iris eyes.

"Lord Kahor!!!" He ran to the opponent first, his tone excited.

"Ah... Havana." Cahors looked cold.

"It's a great honor to see you again!" The boy with brown and white intertwined hair and gray-blue eyes expressed joy.

"...It really looks like a dog that saw its owner come back." Kahor's tone was unclear.

"My name is Havana! It's Master Cahors' dog!" The boy didn't feel ashamed at all, but became even more excited.

"May I trouble Lord Cahors with something?" He said, pulling out a black collar with a silver medal from behind him.

"Master Cahors, here." He raised his hand and handed the collar to the boy.

"Oh..." Cahor took the collar with great interest and looked at it.

There is nothing on the silver sign.

"...That's it!" Havana looked excited.

"Please put it on for me, Lord Cahors!" He opened his gray-blue eyes wide.

"I refuse." Cahors was indifferent.

The black-haired boy glanced at the other party with his iris-colored left eye, and casually threw the collar in his hand into the other party's arms.

just leave.

Gin and Scotch followed behind him in silence.

Only Havana was left standing there holding his collar.

"Ah, such a superior feeling."

"As expected of Lord Cahors!" He hugged the collar excitedly.

[Sooner or later...]

[I will become that kind of person...]

"This is the collar that Lord Cahors gave me—" he stood there as if talking to himself.

"I'll engrave Lord Kahor's name later." Holding the collar in both hands, he watched the people in the corner run away with satisfaction.

...

"Don't you encourage that pup?" Gin's tone sounded like he was watching a play.

* "The psychology of a dog is unfathomable..." Cahors had no idea what to say, and his tone was low.

"I'm not interested in encouraging him." He said casually.

"Master Cahor..." The second the elevator was about to close, a pair of hands stretched into the elevator abruptly, blocking the door that was about to close.

"Do you want to die?" Qin Jiu aimed his gun at the figure outside the elevator.

The young man with blond hair and green eyes had a pale complexion and a delicate and delicate appearance.

At first glance, she looks like a poor little girl who is easy to be bullied.

"What should I do...to become like you?" The blond-haired, green-eyed boy gasped, asking his own question.

"The answer is..." The corner of the mouth of the young man who looked younger than him in the elevator lifted.

"I can't do it." His eyes were dark and indifferent.

"No one can be the same as another," he said, closing his eyes.

"But you can be someone like gin." He chuckled suddenly.

"Obviously Gin's killing intent and aura are also what you want."

"As for me...don't even think about it, it's too difficult for you guys." He said lightly.

"Then...how can I be like that guy...to be your dog, Mr. Cahors?!" the blond boy shouted with his eyes closed.

"Do you want to be a dog too?" Cahors said flatly.

really...

"As long as it's Lord Cahors..."

"Please! Let me stay! I want to kill those guys with my own hands!" He lowered his head and bowed ninety degrees beggingly.

Organizations leave no useless waste.

One of the reasons why Havana was able to stay was because of his status as a test subject, and... as a dog raised by Cahors.

Otherwise, without a code name, they have no right to appear here.

"Please give me a name like Havana!"

It was actually to kill a few rabbits...

"Okay." The black-haired boy agreed with a relaxed tone.

"Miglu, your name is." He said.

...

"Beagle Beagle... It's really bad, you brat." Qin Jiu sat in the co-pilot's seat and said with a half-smile.

"After all, his target is a rabbit." The boy propped his chin and responded lazily.