MTL - COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew-Chapter 988 Who would be friends with a guinea pig?

The two young boys couldn't calm down instantly when they heard this sentence.

"That is to say, we are staying here now, and no one outside knows? We may have to stay here all night?"

Yoshitsugu Kume and Noburo Ikema looked like they wanted to grab Masao Taketomimi by the collar who said that.

"Calm down, Kogoro Mori will definitely find out that his daughter has disappeared, and come to us..." Yuan Shan and Ye dissuaded.

Mao Lilan showed an unsure expression.

Dad at this time...

Could it be that he was already drunk?

Rather than expecting Dad to pick them up, it is better to believe that Tsushima-kun will come to find them.

"Tsushima walked too fast." Hattori Heiji couldn't help but said.

I knew I shouldn't let the other party go so easily.

Hattori Heiji was full of regret at this moment.

There is even a kind of bad idea.

Tsushima Shuji he...

Could it be that he left on purpose?

No way?

Shuji Tsushima shouldn't be that bad, right?

Hattori Heiji thought uncertainly.

Shuji Tsushima, who was already rushing around the sea on a motorboat, had already forgotten all about the group of people on the island.

He just controlled the motorboat and made various rolling movements on the sea, and he seemed to be having a lot of fun.

"Why did you leave so suddenly?" Toru Amuro speeded up to keep up with him, and asked at the top of his voice.

"Isn't it confirming the bet? Since the deceased has appeared, the bet is confirmed. Is there any need to keep it? Anyway, the recording of this program has not started yet, and the personnel will be replaced." Shuji Tsushima Spinning back and forth while answering questions casually.

The sentence that appears with the deceased means that the murderer did kill for revenge.

I am the messenger from hell.

It's really childish.

It was as childish as a schoolboy who said he was a god.

There is no such thing as **** or **** in this world.

The world is hell, other people are hell.

Living is the most vicious punishment in hell.

If the term "messenger from the underworld" is replaced by a messenger from the world, it might make people feel even more terrifying.

At least Shuji Tsushima felt quite scary.

When he thought that if he died, there would be such a messenger trying to pull him into the world, he felt so terrible that he wanted to tremble all over.

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Shuji Tsushima would not be happy if there really was a **** of hell.

Because in this way, to die is to continue to live in another place.

Thinking of how he had worked so hard to commit suicide, finally ushered in death, and was taken to another underworld in the next second, saying that people after death would live here, he couldn't help but feel sorry for himself.

He only seeks a momentary death.

Both death and the only eternity.

Just like fireworks will disappear completely after blooming, there is no need to change another way and live in another place.

He just wants to disappear completely.

When disappearing from the world, it is best to disappear with the concept of being alive.

Clean, nothing left.

Better yet, no one will remember him.

To be remembered is also a kind of living.

He also doesn't want to live in other people's hearts.

As a writer, Osamu Dazai wanted to make himself more pleasing or closer to God in his writing, so there was Ohba Yozo, who was said to be a good boy like a god.

Even if Oba Yozo's actions are far from this title.

As a writer, Osamu Dazai hopes to live in the hearts of others, which can be regarded as eternal existence, and... to live in the hearts of others, to be remembered by countless people, just like a god.

Whether it is Osamu Dazai as a writer, or Osamu Dazai as a butei...

They all have what they call what they want, or what they want to do.

Even in Butei, he just followed Odasaku's last wish and came to save people.

However, that can be regarded as a goal.

But Shuji Tsushima had no goals.

Don't want to be remembered, don't want to be called a good child like God, don't want to save others, don't want to be saved by others, don't want to live.

He is just simple and does not want to exist.

The world is boring, humans are boring, everything is boring.

And boring humans can even become even more boring, such a terrible fact, but no one cares.

Because they care about other equally uninteresting things.

"It's really boring..." Shuji Tsushima controlled the motorboat to a stop, lowered his eyebrows, and said sadly.

Not even suicide was fun for him.

After all, if you eat three meals a day and use different methods to commit suicide every day, but you can't die at all, no matter who you are, you will lose interest in this matter.

Shuji Tsushima's current suicide is more like a habit than looking for fun out of boredom.

Suicide subconsciously when bored is what he does most often.

Suicide methods include but are not limited to breaking my head, heart, taking poison, bloodletting, beheading...

He no longer knew of any other ways to die that he hadn't tried.

But forget about those embarrassing ways.

If he can really die, he doesn't care in any way, but if he can't die...

Still need a normal point of death.

He was sitting on the motorboat and suddenly fell silent.

The quiet appearance made Toru Amuro and Sora Sakai surround him.

Because Shuji Tsushima snatched Amuro Toru's motorboat, Amuro Toru could only squeeze on the same motorboat with Midorikawa.

The three of them stared at the quiet and silent boy for a long time.

"What did you suddenly think of?" Amuro asked aloud.

"... I was wondering if there is something more fun. I feel that I have been a little too boring recently." Shuji Tsushima sat cross-legged on the motorboat, propped his chin with one hand, and said thoughtfully.

Which play should be played first?

It's good to have some performances ahead of time.

After all the repertoires are finished and all the actors get their endings...

The script is coming to an end.

After all, there is nothing left to act.

"What do you want to do?" Midorikawa Wu asked.

"Temporary secrecy~" the black-haired, kite-eyed boy said with a smile, bending his eyes.

The program that is said in advance will no longer surprise and look forward to it.

This is not acceptable.

"Their boat is gone, and they probably won't be able to come back. Aren't you going to pick them up? You are good friends~" Amuro said with a strange voice, and the pronunciation of good friends was extremely heavy.

"Will you treat the experimental subjects and toys of the organization as friends?" Shuji Tsushima said indifferently.

"Of course—no." Amuro Toru drew his voice and said with a smile.

"Me neither." Said the black-haired, kite-eyed boy, with a deep nothingness in his kite-colored left eye.

He has never considered other people as friends from the beginning to the end.

In this world he has no friends.

Some are just the subordinates of the organization, the experimental subjects of the organization, the enemies of the organization, and... other people who play tricks on the spot.