COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew - Chapter 964

The point about adding wine to enhance the flavor has been confirmed.

Because after the four of them took a bath, their bodies seemed to be marinated by wine.

“It’s the taste of bourbon.” Shuji Tsushima blinked his eyes and said incomprehensibly.

“…I feel a little nauseous.” A blond man code-named Bourbon showed a disgusted expression.

This sentence does not sound very happy.

“No one wants to smell like you, Bourbon.” Scotland smiled, his tone still gentle.

Hot springs, tatami mats, ochazuke, and…fitness meals.

Shuji Tsushima tucked himself into the quilt, rolled around, and fell asleep for a second.

As adults, Bourbon, Scotland, and Laphroaig…

I went to bed after eating the food provided by the hotel.

They exercise every day, a lot of exercise, correspondingly, the same appetite.

Although you can persist without eating for a day or two, if the consumed energy is not replenished in time, the mission may fail and you will die.

So every day when there is food to eat, they will try their best to fill themselves up and keep full of energy.

Shuji Tsushima was anorexic, refused to eat, and did not drink water.

Although it looked as pale and sickly as ever, it didn’t get any worse.

It’s almost like photosynthesis is only needed… No, Shuji Tsushima doesn’t like to bask in the sun, and more often he stays in dark corners and grows mushrooms.

More like something that just needs air to live.

Fortunately, none of the three were particularly keen on interfering with Shuji Tsushima’s character.

At first Bourbon and Scotland would intervene, but not anymore.

No one can change Shuji Tsushima.

Not to mention forcing him to do things he doesn’t want to do.

….

One room, four figures, one of them was wrapped in a quilt so that he couldn’t see his body at all, and the sleeping positions of the other three remained unchanged all night.

The blond man opened his eyes first, stared at the air for three seconds, and regained consciousness completely.

“Wake up.” He stood up and passed the other two figures.

The sliding door was opened, letting the sunlight shine into the room to its heart’s content.

It also made Laphroaig and Shuji Tsushima roll to the corner without sunlight in unison.

It’s like two vampires who can’t see the sun.

And very consistent made two similar impatient staggering sounds, covered his head with the quilt.

“Forget about Kao, why are you like this?” Bourbon frowned and looked at Laphroaig.

“…During the day is my bedtime.” Laphroaig said indifferently.

It should be said that after they woke up, it was just his bedtime.

Laphroaig likes bats, and their living habits are like bats. They are nocturnal, sleep during the day and are active at night.

“A vampire? You two.” Bourbon laughed and mocked.

Hid during the day and come out at night, afraid of the sun.

Still afraid of silver crosses, holy water, and garlic?

“… Bourbon, you don’t understand us. Anyway, you don’t care about basking in the sun. No matter how dark it is, it won’t be too dark.” The black-haired boy lifted the quilt and sat up, complaining loudly.

Bourbon under attack for complexion yet again:  …

It’s okay that Kayo is pale like a seriously ill patient, Jing Guang has a normal fair complexion, and Laphroaig also had a paler color in Xia Buli’s experiment, which is only a little worse than Kayo’s. .

The only dark-skinned bourbon is always out of place.

“…” Bourbon took a deep breath as usual, without saying a word, and turned his back to the direction where the two turned to the door.

He was afraid that looking at these two people again, he would want to die with them.

“Didn’t you say you were going to Chinatown? The breakfast over there should be pretty good…” Scotland also said out of habit, and tacitly patted his friend’s shoulder as a comfort.

“Ah… There are indeed many types of breakfast over there…” Shuji Tsushima recalled the days when he ate the same breakfast for a month before, and got out of the quilt.

Laphroaig scratched his red hair, ripped off the earphones, and left the quilt as well.

He needs some “music” to hypnotize him, otherwise he cannot fall asleep.

After washing and changing, the four of them left the hotel and headed to Chinatown.

Because Toru Amuro’s features are too obvious, all four of them put on sweaters and hoods this time.

A uniform black hooded sweater with no patterns on it, and even a mask.

“This time I will definitely not be recognized!” Shuji Tsushima vowed.

“I will definitely not meet someone I know this time.” Bourbon said seriously and affirmatively.

The architectural style of Chinatown is different from other places.

Chinese lanterns with brush characters are hung all over the street.

The inn-like shops are all made of wood.

The people who come and go are all Chinese. Although there is no difference in appearance and characteristics from the Japanese, people can tell at a glance which ones are Japanese and which ones are Chinese.

The temperament in the bones is different.

The four of Shuji Tsushima walked on the street, and their ears were filled with the language of that side.

Everyone talks in the Chinese language.

“I want this.”

“Give me this.”

“Ten servings of this.”

Excitedly, Shuji Tsushima started the daily routine of shopping with the same language.

And never bargain.

The uncles and aunts smiled brightly, but at the same time, they inexplicably disliked this silly boy who was a bit careless.

I don’t know how to bargain, so how can I live in the future.

Even in the crowded Chinatown, the four Shuji Tsushima are a conspicuous sight.

Because they were dressed in black and wrapped up tightly, they didn’t look like good people.

The shopping process is very pleasant and polite.

Even when eating, he keeps his head buried in the food, not showing his face to others.

The four ate all the way from the street to the end of the street.

Even if all you eat are snacks, snacks, not the staple food, they add up to a lot.

The four of them all had a normal, indifferent attitude.

You can even feel like eating a staple meal.

“Look, a detective-themed Chinese restaurant. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com” Shuji Tsushima stood at the door of a restaurant, pointing at the signboard.

“…I don’t think the taste will be very tasty.” Toru Amuro looked at the signboard, then at the waiter who was not dressed in Chinese clothes, and said calmly.

“Try to know.” Lu Chuan looked at the restaurant thoughtfully.

The four looked at each other, and walked into the restaurant in unison in the next second.

“Where are you going to dine?” The waiter, who was dressed no differently from the waiter in a western restaurant, stood up and asked.

It’s still Japanese.

Each themed area represents a different detective.

Such as Poirot, Holmes, Marple, Kogoro Akechi, Kosuke Kindaichi, Ellery Quinn… and so on.

“Without a doubt, of course Sherlock Holmes is chosen.” Shuji Tsushima said without hesitation.

After all, in this detective world where 80% of the people are fans of Sherlock Holmes, the choice of Sherlock Holmes couldn’t be more correct.

“Follow me, please.” The waiter nodded.