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"just forget it."

I thought about it for a while, and found that in this world full of crises, there are people who might lift their own coffin again, so feigning death will only get me into more trouble.

"This bomb seems to be..."

I looked at some familiar production traces, chewed the gum in my mouth hard to calm myself down, Balian's handwriting, but after counting it down, I only had the hatred of running away from Yunshou's position, and after Sawada came to power, the other party It doesn't seem to matter.

"It's really a big deal."

I bought a bomb from Balian, and asked Osamu Dazai to call me. After a while, I can't seem to guess who it is...

"And the style of sending bombs is very organized and interesting."

I stared at the broken bombs on the table, and searched in my mind for those who had interests or hatreds with me.

Relying on my style of doing things in the early years without thinking too much about things, I found it a little sad that the enemies seemed to be too numerous to count at once. Although many people who were not in line with financial resources and strength were eliminated, the rest...

"I can't love you, or is there another conspiracy, or is it someone's prank?"

After thinking about it, I couldn't think of a suspect. I took out a leather bag from under the table, swept the wreckage into it, and stuffed it into the drawer on my right hand.

Forget it, let's bring Osamu Dazai back first. It's not wrong to leave this kind of thing to a smart person anyway.

Opening the door of the study, I met Shi Er who seemed to be going out. I glanced at the man in the black T-shirt that has never changed for thousands of years, nodded, walked out of the door, and went downstairs.

Reminiscing about the horse racing tickets that he had seen in the trash can and thinking about the horse race announcements on TV a few days ago, he curled his lips helplessly, got into the car, and headed towards the destination.

"The culprit is you, Anzai Mao-san."

The prisoner knelt on the ground and cried bitterly along with the conclusive evidence, telling his difficulties. After watching a farce, Osamu Dazai let out a small sigh and looked at the little boy who appeared from behind Kogoro Mori .

During the previous reasoning process, Osamu Dazai in the restaurant intentionally or unintentionally approached the sleeping Kogoro Mori, watched with interest a certain little boy's self-directed and self-acted, and even recorded the whole process with his mobile phone.

What would happen if the boy was exposed at this time?

Will the stunned Kogoro Mori, the little boy who is proficient in using anesthesia needles, and the boy's extraordinary intelligence level be suspected of being a dwarf?Or was it sent to the lab?

And the police who are deceived by a little boy will probably lose the trust of the public immediately.

Thinking of Dazai Osamu's evil intentions in this way, he cast a glance at Mori Kogoro, who just woke up with a dazed face, and was being complimented by everyone, and slowly approached the little detective with half-moon eyes who seemed to have a helpless expression.

"Should I call you Edogawa Conan, or Kudo Shinichi?"

Looking at the boy with constricted pupils, Osamu Dazai was filled with joy.

"Big brother, what are you talking about?"

Looking at the little boy pretending to be stupid, Osamu Dazai slowly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the video he just shot, and started playing it unhurriedly. Kogoro Mori's clear voice came out of the mobile phone.

"who are you?"

The little boy in the blue suit turned serious, and he seemed to realize that he had no room for quibbles.

"No, no, I'm not someone, I'm just curious, what would happen if the organization knew that there was a second smaller experiment?"

Osamu Dazai had a harmless smile on his face, but he was dressed in black clothes and bandages, which seemed unreliable. His calm performance was a little scary, obviously there were many policemen not far away, obviously He was alone in this place, but he didn't seem to be afraid of it at all, all he cared about was his reaction.

"You are a member of the Black Organization."

Dazai Osamu's eyes could clearly see the sweat that was about to ooze from the boy's forehead, but the little boy remained very calm, thinking of the alias given by the other party——Edogawa, he became a little bit less interested, and still fell in love with him. It's also more fun.

He put away his mobile phone, looked outside the restaurant, and saw Fu Wenguang's car coming from a distance through the glass.

"Then please come with me, little detective."

Osamu Dazai made a gesture of a gun with his hand, and said softly,

"Do you dare to bet? Will you kill your sister Xiaolan first, or I will be surrounded by the police first."

The boy's face turned pale, and the hands hidden in his pockets trembled slightly. He looked at Dazai Osamu's iris without any emotion, as indifferent as smoke, as if he didn't care about anything. dangerous elements.

Osamu Dazai didn't urge him, he didn't even look at Edogawa Conan, he half-cast his eyes, thinking about how to get Fu Wenguang to write all night lately, let him persecute his little friends.

As for whether Fu Wenguang can do it, hmph, there is nothing impossible for a writer who can write [-] yuan a night.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"Ah cut~ ah cut~"

Sitting in the driver's seat, I sneezed twice, looked at the text message sent to me by Osamu Dazai, and thought about how to play a ruthless and murderous member of the organization.

But maybe in that dark night, Kudo Shinichi should have seen my face.

Recalling the anesthetic needle that came straight to me, I simulated my own position in my mind.

emmmmm, maybe maybe maybe I didn't see it.

click-

The door of the back seat of the car was opened, the little boy got into the car first, and Osamu Dazai opened the door of the co-pilot and got in.

Looking at the little boy whose eyes rolled around in the rearview mirror, who seemed to have some plans, I raised my eyebrows slightly, and said:

"Found Shirley."

"As expected, she did not go far. Has the gin passed away?"

Listening to Osamu Dazai's exceptionally good lines, I turned the car key, started the car, and drove in the direction of my home.

"With this new one, that traitor will probably be killed directly."

The boy in the rearview mirror sat obediently. It was precisely because there was no restraint that he didn't dare to make any obvious moves for a while.

"By the way, I remember his parents are in the United States."

As for Osamu Dazai, who frequently made killer moves on the co-pilot, I expressed that I would not be outdone, and I would definitely leave an unforgettable image for the children in the back seat.

"No, the organization has leaked some news over there, and they are returning home today."

I believe that the Kudo couple would be very happy to play the scene of being tied up in friendship, so I decided to add a little something to Osamu Dazai's script.

"Oh? Then we'll do the finishing touches again this time."

Osamu Dazai's dissatisfied tone spread in the car, and everyone could hear his complaints about working overtime.

"Ham, brother, isn't that what we low-level people are used to do?"

Dazai Osamu and I, possessed by dramatists, completed the new script in about one breath, and the expression of the boy in the rearview mirror changed several times before finally regaining his composure.

As expected of Kudo-senpai's child, but still a little tender.

"By the way, where is this kid really going to be sent to the laboratory? I heard that the new researchers have killed many experimental subjects."

The eye knife kills Osamu Dazai, why don't I know that I don't want to be an experimental product, and don't slander my reputation when acting.

"You mean the one that the organization found again two days ago?"

Yes, it's not me, it's Bai Lan.I silently spurned Dazai's slander in my heart, and by the way, cast the blame heavily on Bai Lan's head.

"Yes, I hope that with this, the organization won't let us arrest people again."

Good guy, I looked at the boy silently clenching his fists in the back seat, it seemed that he was going to make a big move soon.

"I remember that in order to imitate that...what's it called...the host, a dozen girls with similar physical conditions to Shirley have died. Fortunately, the drug is said to be as painless as a heart attack. "

"Boy, did you hear me? Don't try to escape, if you escape, then the girl in the lab will die instead of you today."

The corners of my eyes twitched slightly, hey hey hey Osamu Dazai, this is too much.Killing and punishing, if this is the case, Oda Saku will definitely ignore you for a month if he finds out.

The air in the car suddenly became quiet, and the boy's shortness of breath spoke of his restless heart.

The cub's appearance made me a little soft-hearted, but when I thought of the other party's age, my heart softened instantly.

Osamu Dazai played with his mobile phone in the co-pilot, looking calm, while I slowly drove the car into the underground parking garage of a shopping mall near my home.

"How did you choose such a place for the transaction?"

I turned off the car, sat in the driver's seat, and then took out my cell phone from my pocket, a text message was quickly delivered to Senior Kudo's cell phone.

"Who knows what Gin is thinking..."

Wait, isn't this place quite close to the Boluo Cafe...it seems...

click-

The car door was opened, and Dazai and I showed a tacit foxy smile at the same time. If Zhongya was there at this moment, he would probably complain about us two working together.

But today the Tucao servants are not here, and the pleasure prisoners have new toys, so...

GAMESTART!

"It's all your fault for not tying the boy up."

"Why didn't you lock the door when you parked?"

The voices of the two men were close at hand. Edogawa Conan, who was hiding in the darkness, tried to calm his breathing. He must escape as soon as possible. He must spread the news. If he does not escape more people, Only then will it be beyond redemption.

The kind-hearted young man tried his best to build himself up psychologically, but he was a little suffocated by the feeling of being powerless to save lives despite knowing that none of this was his fault.

He must be moved as soon as possible, otherwise he will be found in no time.

The footsteps stopped suddenly, the boy held his breath, and the boy under the car looked at the surrounding legs and clenched his fists.