COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Life is restricted area, living people are stopped..." Wei Que saw the notice board posted on the side.

Wooden, with a feeling of decay and tatters.

The black font looks a bit messy.

It can be seen that the person who wrote these words may not have been in a stable mental state at the time.

There were even stains of blood on the top.

Like a reminder, like a warning.

On one side of the sign is the ruined city.

On the other side is an endless bloody mist.

There is a strong ominous atmosphere.

It seems that with this sign as a boundary, the red mist will not penetrate.

"What will happen if we go out?" Wei Que asked curiously.

"Maybe... I'll go crazy." Tsushima Shuji said with a smile.

He cut off a piece of consciousness and threw it into the game.

The fragments of consciousness turned into bloody mist.

People eroded by the fog...

Probably only affected by some of his strange traits.

So what exactly did you throw into the origin of your soul?

It turned into such a weird look.

Even as the memory recovers, the weird qualities become more and more obvious.

If you don't control it, the scope of its impact may be terrifyingly large.

Bourbon and Scotland must be having a hard time right now.

Really...

He has obviously restrained himself.

It was they who insisted on staring into his eyes.

What is there to explore about something like myself?

"A game will make me crazy?" Wei Que showed an excited expression.

The next second, he crossed the signboard without hesitation.

Into the red mist.

The bloody mist swallowed his figure.

"Ara, this is the first time I have met someone who is so eager to die." Sebastian touched his chin with his index finger and said with an elegant smile.

"You really don't listen to advice at all..." Tsushima Shuji said helplessly.

Does Famous want to be like Bourbon and Scotland?

Well, we have to let Finch leave quickly.

If you stay by your side any longer, it won't be long.

Counting the time, Bourbon and Scotland will be back soon.

Tsujima Shuji thought this in his heart, while casually reaching out his hand and pulling the bird out of the bloody mist.

The other party's eyes were dull at the moment, and he was confused and didn't know where he was.

"Come to your senses." Tsushima Shuji snapped his fingers in the other person's ear.

"...What just...happened to me?" Wei Que's eyes gradually focused and became suspicious.

He only remembered stepping into the red mist.

What happened next…

What happened?

Why did you suddenly lose that memory?

Shouldn't I observe what's in the red mist?

Why don't you have any impression now?

"Nothing happened, you just suddenly fell into a daze." Tsushima Shuji said in a relaxed tone.

"I told you not to get close to that fog, it's very dangerous." He said casually.

"Rather than wondering about this fog, we should be playing games."

"Well, everyone's weapons are gone now. We need to find weapons from other buildings."

"From now on, the three of us are each other's enemies." Shuji Tsushima pointed at himself, Fifque, and Sebastian.

"Only the last one can survive." He said with the corner of his mouth raised.

"Are you going to compete?" Wei Que loosened the cuffs of his combat uniform.

"Ah, of course." The black-haired boy replied with a smile.

"Try to hunt as many wild beasts as possible without getting killed by each other." He said the rules casually.

"The one who kills the most beasts and survives to the end is the winner." He ended the introduction of the rules casually.

"Then now—"

"The game begins." As soon as he finished speaking, three figures rushed out at the same time.

They rushed towards each other in three different directions.

Disappeared among the buildings.

"Let's see... what weapons are there..." Tsushima Shuji broke into a room and looked at the ground around him.

Eventually a small pistol was found.

[Weapon name: Glock 18

Applicable bullets: 9mm Luger

Well, deaths in the game can't be real deaths. After all, if everyone else dies, the surviving ones will definitely be investigated.

In that case...

If you die in the game, just erase the memory about the game. Wait until the game is over and let all players wake up together.

Successful players just mix in with the group of failed players and pretend to have amnesia together.

Maybe there will be new urban legends emerging by then.

According to urban legend, Umbrella randomly selects lucky viewers to join the game. After the game is over, all memories of the game will be lost...

I think this sounds very interesting.

The decision was made, let’s do this and make Umbrella a new urban legend.

Tsushima Shuji thought divergently.

"This is the confidence of the mastermind behind the scenes..." Wei Que joked with a smile.

You can do whatever you want, everyone else is just a pawn who is kept in the dark.

If you think about it carefully, it's a bit scary.

but……

He and Kaa are not enemies, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Is there any more difficult gameplay? It would quickly become boring if we only have these beasts." Wei Que made a suggestion.

"If you want to play with a higher difficulty level..." Shuji Tsushima thought thoughtfully.

"Then find some people to play with you." He clapped his hands and said.

The next second, several more figures appeared in the game world.

"Is this the person you found to play with me?" Wei Que looked at a group of familiar figures and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Gin, Bourbon, Vodka, Scotch, Chianti, Cohn, Chablis, Laphroaig, Calvados, Tiamali, Trinidad, Pernod, even the Bronx and Negroni Also there.

Such a group of people play with him...

Wei Que felt a little flattered.

"It's not me, it's just data created based on everyone's strength level." Shuji Tsushima waved his hand.

"But to a certain extent, maybe they are stronger than them in reality." He explained while touching his chin.

After all, it’s normal for characters in games to be able to do things that people in reality can’t do, right?

"Stronger than reality..." Wei Que looked at the group of people and smiled enthusiastically.

"Want to give it a try?" Shuji Tsushima asked after seeing the other party's impatient look.

After all, something may happen later that makes the other party unhappy.

"Let's get started." Wei Que said with a lazy smile and full of confidence.

"Then...the game begins." Before Tsushima Shuji could finish his words, everyone except himself and Sebastian rushed out.

"One to fourteen, what an amazing idea." Sebastian applauded the confident Finch, as if he admired the opponent's courage.

But the tone is just as sarcastic as it sounds.

"Having fun is the most important thing, isn't it?" Shuji Tsushima smiled sincerely and spoke in a light tone.

If Finch is really having fun.

He looked at Wei Que, who had no time to find a weapon and was being chased by fourteen figures the whole time, and the smile on his face became more sincere.

In Wei Que's first challenge, he was surrounded and beaten to death.

After his death, fourteen figures stopped and stood beside his body silently, staring at the body silently.

The idle Wei Qiao: ...What do you want to do to my body?

"The corpse of a desperate little mouse." The man with long silver hair said.

"Traitor." The slovenly man with half-long black hair said.

"So weak." The red-haired figure mocked in a calm tone.

"Okay, let's find the next target." Chianti said impatiently.

"Can I take the body away and use it as fertilizer?" The pink-haired girl smiled sweetly.

Wei Que, who heard them talking: ...are they really not themselves? The reaction was exactly the same.