COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"That's the one." The initiator of the mocking voice looked at Kogoro Mori.

Moori Kogoro, who was watched by everyone: ...

hateful! Wasn't it just when he was on the road, when someone asked him which case in Sherlock Holmes he liked, did he answer Murder on the Western Express? ! !

"I knew I shouldn't have come to such an inexplicable party..." Mori Kogoro became furious.

"Go back." He turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute...Mr. Maori..." The head of the group rushed over and stopped him.

"You are my special guest, how can you leave?"

"Everyone, let me introduce to you, our special guest..."

"I know, he is the Mori Kogoro, I often see him in the newspapers, and some people compare him with Sherlock Holmes..." Kento Toishi said teasingly, holding his girlfriend Ayako Oki.

"Let me tell you, you are not qualified to be compared with Sherlock Holmes at all, even that middle school student detective is better than you." He mocked Mouri Kogoro.

Shuji Tsushima, who was silent and kept a low profile: ...Thank you for the compliment?

Mori Kogoro is angry.

Mori Kogoro was furious.

Kogoro Mori is about to explode.

"Really, Conan, return the things to Tsushima-kun." Mao Lilan said to the elementary school students.

"Oh, brother Tsushima, here it is." Edogawa Conan obediently.

"Conan? Kid, your name is Conan?!" Everyone surrounded him and asked.

He didn't bother to continue laughing at Mori Kogoro.

Mori Kogoro's anger... extinguished.

Being ignored makes me even angrier!

"Yes, I also think this name is awesome!" Edogawa Conan said proudly.

Shuji Tsushima: ...I like it so much, why don't you just be Edogawa Conan for the rest of your life.

The head of the tour group took out a Sherlock Holmes Collector's Edition.

"If you want to get this book, you only need to answer these questions. By the way, only those who answer more than 990 questions correctly will be eligible to enter the final stage." He said so.

The waitress at the side began to distribute questions to everyone.

Shuji Tsushima looked at the topic full of questions.

"Hey... Isn't it very simple." He said in a relaxed tone.

"As long as you are a loyal fan of Sherlock Holmes, you can easily answer it right." He flipped through the questions and said casually after reading.

"Right, everyone." He asked with a natural look and a shallow smile.

Everyone: ...

"Yes, based on how much we love Sherlock Holmes, we must be able to answer correctly." They all looked at each other and nodded.

"Then, the time to answer the questions ends tomorrow night. In order to prevent the discussion between you, this hotel has surveillance cameras and bugs everywhere..."

"Please also cooperate with us in handing over your mobile phones..."

The waitress came to a person with a tray and put away her mobile phone.

Shuji Tsushima: ...It has begun.

A practice that eliminates the possibility of communication.

The mobile phone handed in can't survive at all.

As he thought about it, the other party had already come to him with a tray.

He pulled a black mobile phone from the pocket of his detective coat and put it on.

The other party went in front of the next person.

"Now, everyone, please feel free." After all the mobile phones were put away, the team leader and hotel owner said.

"Go back to the room, go back to the room." Hattori Heiji looked around and sighed out of boredom after not finding Shinichi Kudo.

"Let's go, Tsushima." He greeted.

"Okay." Shuji Tsushima also turned and left.

...

For true Sherlock Holmes fans—such as Kudo Shinichi, they spend a whole night working on a topic.

The fake Sherlock Holmes fan-Shuji Tsushima always goes to bed after playing the game.

There were only 989 questions on the questionnaire.

Hattori Heiji, who came to the room to look for him, was full of question marks.

"Tsushima...don't you want the Collector's Edition of Sherlock Holmes?" He asked with a solemn expression, looking at a small blank questionnaire.

You have to answer 990 questions correctly to be eligible to get that book...

You only did 989 steps...

"Ah... because I already have it, so..." The boy scratched his face with his index finger.

"Just leave it to other people who like it." He said with a smile in his tone.

It seems to be happy that others like Holmes too.

Hattori Heiji: ...the aura of a good person behind you is shining...

But... I'm really confident, thinking that if I answer all the questions, others will have no chance to get the prize...

Except for the meal time, almost all the people who participated in this event were doing the questionnaire in their own rooms.

After dinner, everyone gathered together and waited for the boss to mark the papers.

Just like a group of students queuing up to find a teacher with test papers, I feel uneasy.

Except for the false Sherlock Holmes Shuji Tsushima, and... Hattori Heiji and Mori father and daughter who are not fans of Sherlock Holmes at all.

But there are only three people who are out of place.

why?

Because Shuji Tsushima tried to blend in among the Sherlock Holmes fans.

Did he succeed?

He is now a real Sherlock Holmes fan in everyone's mind.

"Why hasn't the boss come yet?" someone asked impatiently.

"It seems that those legends are true." Someone said so.

"It is said that the owner of this hotel organizes this kind of tour group to deceive people, and the purpose is to show off the book." He said under the gaze of everyone.

"I want to go back."

"Me too, go back to the room."

"Really."

Several people left the restaurant with a look of disappointment.

Only a few people are still sitting.

Kento Toishi, Ayako Oki, Heiji Hattori, Conan Edogawa and Ran Mori.

Shuji Tsushima... went back to his room to sleep.

After all, as a weak teenager, staying up all night is absolutely not allowed.

Although I won't be able to sleep tonight.

He lay on the bed in a daze, covering his eyes with his hands.

can't sleep.

Time passed silently in a daze.

There was a deafening explosion outside the hotel.

Shuji Tsushima was in a daze, too lazy to move, so he came back to his senses after a while, and sat up from the bed.

Sure enough, another homicide happened.

This time with him, there are three young detectives...

Isn't it normal that there are no homicides?

While putting on his coat, he messed up his hair in front of the mirror, making a look that was too late to take care of, and opened the door.

"what happened?"

Everyone came to the restaurant and saw a few people outside through the window of the restaurant.

"The owner of the hotel just now drove down the cliff in front of all of us..." Hattori Heiji explained.

"The boss drove off the cliff by himself?"

"Isn't that suicide?" Mori Kogoro said.

"Are you sure it's the boss himself?" He looked suspiciously at Hattori Heiji.

"Maybe the boss used the dummy to scare us on purpose?" Mori Kogoro speculated.

"How is that possible? That's the boss himself. I can be sure that he is a real person." Hattori Heiji retorted angrily.

"You unqualified detective uncle, stop making unreliable reasoning." Hattori Heiji said.

"Hey... the real person..." Shuji Tsushima gasped slightly as he stood aside, as if he had just ran over and exhausted all his strength.

"Cough... At that time, the boss...cough..." He couldn't help covering his mouth with his fist.

"Is it really alive...cough...?" he asked the question.