COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew - Chapter 993

Shuji Tsushima, who was loved and hated by the police, swaggered away from the Metropolitan Police Department.

It wasn’t until after getting in the car that he clutched his stomach and laughed.

“If it’s really the same prisoner that Weique met, I can call and laugh at him.”

“What a pity.”

“Can’t they see that the letter was intended to trick them?”

“Sure enough, they’re all idiots.” He suddenly complained expressionlessly, as if he wasn’t the one who laughed a while ago.

Fortunately, the two who witnessed all this have long been accustomed to his face-changing speed.

There was no particular reaction to this.

“So what are you going to do?” Toru Amuro held the steering wheel with one hand, drove the car out of the z-shaped route, and asked lightly.

“Of course it is to implement the justice plan and catch the bad guys~” Shuji Tsushima said confidently.

“The idea is very good, what are you going to do?” Lu Chuanwu asked with a smile in response.

“The first thing we have to do is…see what the police do.” Shuji Tsushima touched his chin and said solemnly.

“…Are you sure?” Lu Chuanwu asked with some uncertainty.

“Very well, then we can only watch. The police will never find anyone.” Compared with Midorikawa’s gentle attitude, Amuro Toru’s attitude is much more arrogant and indifferent. He is full of contempt and disdain. Said.

“Don’t think so, what if they managed to find someone? For example… what if they met a kind detective who helped them find the character? Right?” Shuji Tsushima hesitated opening.

“Ninety per cent chance the police will find help.”

“After all, as we all know, the police without detectives can’t solve the case at all.” In the end, Shuji Tsushima was completely convinced that the police would definitely encounter helpers.

“Weisuke said that the unknown prisoner made him very unhappy.” Toru Amuro said after looking at the phone.

He just gloated and sent an email to mock Weique.

[I heard that the prisoner who killed you three years ago is still alive? This time the other party sent a warning letter to the Metropolitan Police Department, you can’t do it. —bourbon (Bourbon)]

[He died, I saw him being killed by the bombing with my own eyes, don’t let me meet the imitators. —grouse (Wei sparrow)]

“You—” Shuji Tsushima poked his head to look at the historical emails of Bourbon and Sparrow.

“This is forcing Wei Que to kill those people.” He raised his lips in an unclear way.

Sparrow hated the bomber three years ago.

It wasn’t because the other party’s way of sending the warning letter was too arrogant. Anyway, it was the police who were intimidating, and Weique didn’t care.

But three years ago, he was almost blown to pieces by the bomb planted by the other party.

Even if he survived by relying on the organization’s life-saving tools, he ended up in a situation that was almost disfigured.

In the end, he went to Chablis with the face of a lake of flesh and blood.

Wei Sparrow likes his own face very much, even more than his sunglasses.

Even if he blows up the bomber into fireworks in the end, he still feels that it is not enough to relieve his anger.

This time I met a copycat…

I can only say that I hope those imitators will not fall into the hands of Weique.

Otherwise, it may die not so beautifully.

“Isn’t that guy very boring recently? I just find something for him to do.” Amuro Toru looked like he was only thinking of his good friends.

Wei sparrow should be touched by having a friend like him.

“Well, when it comes to the team parade, the fans should wear the uniform of the championship team, right?” Shuji Tsushima’s eyes fell on the shopping street beside him.

“You want to buy the soul team uniform?” Toru Amuro also took a look.

He’s not very interested in football, and the jersey…is not a good look for his aesthetic.

“It’s not me, it’s us, we all have to wear it together and mix in the crowd!” Shuji Tsushima said loudly.

As if everything was a disguise for success.

“Then go buy it.” Lu Chuan said indulgently.

Just buy jerseys.

They are not fussy about the clothes they wear, they can wear what they have, and of course, they have no shame in being naked when necessary.

Shame is a useless emotion for them.

Sporting goods stores have long hung up a variety of jerseys.

But the jersey with the most Tokyo soul is the green and white horizontal stripe jersey. It is a lie to say how beautiful it is, but it is not so ugly that people can’t wear it.

And in a way, the Soul jerseys are kind of… youthful.

Shuji Tsushima bought three soul team jerseys and a baseball cap without saying a word.

Instead of trying it on in the store, I brought it back to the apartment.

It was only after I got back to the apartment that I tried it on.

Wearing a green and white striped jersey, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling full-length mirror, looking up, down, left, and right in the mirror, his brows gradually frowning.

Although his face is still very handsome, it doesn’t matter what he wears, but the jersey on his body always has a sense of disobedience.

“You don’t fit in with the sports style.” Toru Amuro said mockingly.

Shuji Tsushima’s painting style is gloomy, delicate, and even delicate.

But the jersey, especially the fresh color scheme of green and white.

It doesn’t match Shuji Tsushima at all.

Not fresh at all, not vibrant at all.

“You are more suitable for formal clothes such as suits and dresses. The malicious and cute ones are also fine, but this kind of small and fresh ones, which belong to sports teenagers, let’s forget it…” Toru Amuro tried hard to hold back his laughter, but he still couldn’t bear it. Zhu let out a few laughs.

Shuji Tsushima: …

He glanced at Midorikawa Mu, although the other party didn’t laugh at him, but his expression clearly showed that he also agreed with Amuro Toru’s statement.

“I can also be full of vigor like a pure male junior high school student.” Shuji Tsushima puffed up his cheeks and complained, closed his eyes in front of the mirror, took a deep breath, and posed a few poses.

The aura around him changed instantly.

The melancholy and sickly color disappeared from his eyebrows and eyes.

It was replaced by an unruly, domineering youthful spirit.

Even the bandage, which made people feel sick, seemed to have become his meritorious service.

It’s like an accidental injury during sports, or an injury from a fight with someone.

It has nothing to do with being sick.

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“It’s only a football away.” He casually held a pillow and tossed it like a football, his movements relaxed and chic.

“You should become an actor.” Toru Amuro, who witnessed the transformation like a living person, commented.

It’s not like the same person at all.

Obviously the face is the same, but the feeling is completely different.

It’s almost like another personality with a split personality.

Kayo won’t get sick again, right?

This disease is quite suitable for acting, and the acting skills beat a group of actors.

Maybe it will be the pinnacle when it debuts.