COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"If that's the case, then I'll make a drink for Shuji." Haruhiko Oba said with a gentle smile.

"Of course, if you two don't mind..." He looked at Bourbon and Scotland.

"Can I drink alcohol in the game?" Toru Amuro asked sincerely.

Midorikawa nodded and also expressed curiosity.

"Of course, in Aincrad, players can taste the food in the game." Shuji Tsushima nodded.

He casually sat down at the bar.

But Haruhiko Oba stood up.

A pile of props and materials for bartending appeared on the bar.

Lemons were sliced, ice cubes were crushed, and different wines were poured layer by layer.

Garnish with mint leaves or lemon slices.

"You can obviously make a finished product directly, but you have to do it step by step..." Tsushima Shuji looked at the other party's operation and puffed up his face.

I have learned how to show it to Gin later!

Hum.

"Thorns." Oba Haruhiko pushed a cup of the finished product in front of Tsushima Shuji.

"It's based on gin, added with simple syrup, blackberry liqueur, and...freshly squeezed lemon juice." An elegant and gentle voice introduced.

"Your eyes are very similar to Xiuji's." He said with a smile.

The bottom layer of this glass of wine is thick dark red, and most of the glass is filled with ice cubes. The color becomes lighter as you go up, and no other color can be seen except for the cold and clear ice cubes.

Only the bottom layer contains all the colors.

Half a slice of lemon and a blackberry are placed on the side of the cup for decoration.

"Hey..." Tsushima Shuji flicked the wall of the cup with his finger.

In fact, it’s not very similar.

He lowered his head and looked into his eyes through the glass and ice.

It obviously doesn't look like it.

He nodded confidently.

Haruhiko Oba smiled and knocked on the bar, and two more glasses of wine appeared on the bar.

"(penicillin)"

"And this cup... (paper airplane)"

He reached out and made a pushing motion toward Bourbon and Scotland Road.

But he didn't say who the two cups were for.

Bourbon and Scotland each chose one of the glasses without hesitation.

"Penicillin is the base liquor and... blended Scotch whiskey." Scotland looked at the lemon yellow liquid in the cup and smiled.

"My glass... has bourbon in it." Bourbon smiled magically.

"What does Mr. Da Ting make... when he mixes wine?" Bourbon asked.

How could it be such a "coincidence" to choose two wines with the same code name as theirs?

"Based on...inspiration." Haruhiko Oba smiled lightly.

There was also a glass of wine placed in front of him.

Simple, very pure sapphire color.

"The name of the cup in front of me is, translated as last words, or... parting words." Haruhiko Oba picked up the sapphire-colored wine in front of him.

"After all, in reality, I am already a dead person."

"You two don't have to be so nervous." He explained gently and calmly.

Tsushima Shuji: Yes, Oba Haruhiko is dead, but you are still alive with countless identities.

"Is it true?" Toru Amuro looked at Shuji Tsushima who was lying on the bar.

"Ah, I told you before, Oba Haruhiko is dead." Tsushima Shuji said without blushing or out of breath, without any guilt.

Even started to add settings to the other party.

"I made this... It's equivalent to a bar NPC. Although he is dead in reality, he can live forever here..." Shuji Tsushima explained, holding his chin with one hand.

Oba Haruhiko listened to him with a smile and nodded.

"It's just what Xiuzhi said." He confirmed.

"Not a human?" Toru Amuro asked suspiciously.

"Definitely not, I promise." Tsushima Shuji nodded seriously.

Gu Yan

"Don't worry." He said gently and tolerantly again.

"His memory and personality are all set by me, which means..." Tsushima Shuji touched his chin.

"He knows everything I know." He said casually.

"But don't worry, only I can trigger his appearance, no one else can, so he can't communicate with others..." Tsushima Shuji continued to talk nonsense seriously.

Although, in a sense, it is not nonsense.

If Tsushima Shuji was not here, Oba Haruhiko would not appear in Aincrad.

"No wonder, when I see him, I feel a very familiar sense of instant vision. It turns out he looks like you..." Toru Amuro nodded.

It would make sense if we say that everything about Oba Haruhiko was set by Tsushima Shuji.

"Well, this is the real first time you have met my dear uncle..." Tsushima Shuji emphasized the pronunciation of the word uncle.

"It's interesting." He raised his wine glass and said with a smile.

"Indeed, I have only seen photos before." Amuro Toru and Midorikawa Mu nodded.

It's still the kind of black and white photo.

Of course, I have also seen the other person in the painting.

but……

Think of the scene in the painting.

The man lowered his head, his black hair covering his face, and only the large patch of red on his chest was particularly bright.

It seems that all they have seen, apart from the black and white photos, is the person who was already dead at the crime scene...

It was the first time I saw someone with color, at least he looked no different from a real person.

"Where's the gift you're talking about?" Shuji Tsushima asked as he swung the glass and listened to the sound of the ice cubes colliding.

"It has been sent over. You can see it when you get back." Haruhiko Oba answered calmly.

"And..." He paused.

"I took that painting away." He said with a chuckle.

"Ah...just take it." Tsushima Shuji nodded.

If I hang it in my apartment, I have to cover it with something every day for fear of being seen and causing unnecessary trouble.

If Bourbon and Scotland look at that painting every day, they don't know how long they can last.

In case of collapse, he would have to find a new nanny and chef.

"It would be a pity to let such a painting be sealed up and never see the light of day..." Haruhiko Oba shook his head.

"I will hang him in the collection room." He said slowly.

"It's time for me to find a new painter," he sighed.

"Alves may come to see you." She looked at Shuji Tsushima.

"Because... after experiencing the so-called divine inspiration, he can no longer draw anything else."

"I'm dead. If he wants to create again, he can only find you." Haruhiko Oba put down his wine glass gracefully.

"I have no interest in finding anyone else to draw..." Tsushima Shuji lay lazily on the bar.

The only person who likes to find people to draw pictures, take photos, and take various commemorative photos with is the one in front of me.

"Then reject him." Haruhiko Oba acted casually.

"If he draws pictures for Shuji again..." He followed Tsushima Shuji's usual blinking gesture and blinked slightly.

"Maybe he will really die." He said with an unpredictable smile.

"I am really kind." Tsushima Shuji sighed deeply.

In order to prevent Mr. Alves from dying because of painting, he had no choice but to reluctantly reject him!

"What kindness? What did you do to make yourself feel kind?" Toru Amuro suddenly interrupted.

From the moment Tsushima Shuji and Oba Haruhiko started talking, Toru Amuro and Mu Midorikawa couldn't hear each other's conversation anymore.

Their world fell into silence, and even they could not speak aloud.

The two of them were obviously sitting next to each other, but they seemed to be separated by countless worlds.

It wasn't until just now, when Tsushima Shuji expressed his kindness, that they regained their hearing again.

Can also make sounds.

The invisible wall that separated them seemed to suddenly shatter.