Black smoke continued to escape from the open door, exuding an ominous atmosphere.
The young man in a black coat stood not far away, wrapping his hand with a handkerchief to prevent blood from dripping outside.
"Mr. Akai, do you remember what just happened?" He looked at the man leading a group of FBI suits not far away and asked.
It is inconvenient for him to be found here, and it is certainly not convenient for the other party.
After all, in cross-border law enforcement, the FBI also pursues confidentiality. They definitely don’t want to be taken back to the police station by the Japanese police to make records.
"Will you become another him?" Akai Shuichi asked seriously.
That man... no matter how you put it, he doesn't look like a good person.
Will Tsushima Shuji be the same as the other party?
From the initial hesitation on the rooftop, to the hesitation when shooting, and the indifference when pouring gasoline on the opponent.
Then to watching the other person being burned to death, he let out a sick and crazy laugh.
Even when Akai Shuichi saw Tsushima Shuji later, Tsushima Shuji's face no longer looked crazy, and Akai Shuichi could not forget that laughter.
The contrast was so great that it left a particularly deep impression on him.
"...After all, he and I are brothers, with the same blood flowing in our bodies..." Tsushima Shuji opened his hand wrapped in a handkerchief and saw the faint red color on the handkerchief.
"It will be more or less similar, right?" He smiled and looked at Akai Shuichi and said.
"But don't worry, even if they are blood brothers, they will not be exactly the same." He whispered.
It seemed like he was guaranteeing something, but also like he just said it casually.
"Don't be like him." Shuichi Akai said.
Otherwise, the next person surrounded by the FBI will be Shuji Tsushima.
"Someone is here to pick me up. See you later, Mr. Akai." Tsushima Shuji suddenly raised his head and looked in one direction, then raised his feet and walked towards that direction.
Akai Shuichi looked in that direction and saw two figures.
Bourbon and another member of the organization whose code name is unknown, but according to Shuji Tsushima, the other party is also an undercover agent of the Japanese police.
If the two policemen stayed by each other's side, Tsushima Shuji wouldn't become like that man, right?
"What's wrong with your hand?" The blond man frowned and looked at the handkerchief in Tsushima Shuji's hand.
"A little... little accident happened." Shuji Tsushima raised his hand and waved it, and wrote lightly.
The fact that Akai Shuichi didn't want to watch him kill someone with his own hands didn't surprise him. After all, he was a good person after all.
Although he is not a good person in the traditional sense.
But they are indeed from the good guys camp.
And good people certainly don't want to watch one person take away another person's life.
If Edogawa Conan were present, he would also stop it, and he would do his best to stop it. If the stoppage failed, he would even suffer from it.
Compared to non-traditional good guys like Akai Shuichi, Edogawa Conan, or Kudo Shinichi and Maori Ran, are truly true, kind and beautiful characters.
Akai Shuichi will not feel guilty or tormented if he failed to stop it. He will only feel that he tried to stop it, but Tsushima Shuji made his own choice.
As for Kudo Shinichi, even if this choice was made by Tsushima Shuji himself, Kudo Shinichi would feel sad and tormented by it.
He is an angel after all.
It's different from the complete villains like them.
So this world full of murder cases needs people like Kudo Shinichi.
Uphold justice, pursue truth, and abide by kindness.
Well, of course, a villain like Tsushima Shuji is also needed.
Evil and justice are like night and day.
This is a balancing act.
"By the way, the clothes on my body are fireproof, not because I expected a fire here in advance, but because I am afraid of a fire that may happen at any time." Tsushima Shuji suddenly thought of something, turned to look at Akai Shuichi and spoke.
.
"I'm also afraid of going back to eleven years ago."
"This sentence is true." He said with a smile.
That's weird.
Of course it's fake.
After all, he is a bad person. It is normal and natural for bad people to tell lies.
"Let's go." Then he took Toru Amuro and Mu Midorikawa to the car regardless of Akai Shuichi's reaction.
Akai Shuichi was a little surprised, but he didn't look shocked.
He just recalled the news written by those reporters. They described Tsushima Shuji as a god who could see through people's hearts.
They even gave each other titles, one of them being the detective who sees through people's hearts.
And Tsushima Shuji's performance just now...
I could indeed see what he was thinking before.
Is it true?
"Retreat." Looking at the increasingly conspicuous objects floating in the sky, Akai Shuichi ordered decisively.
He also walked to a car and drove away quickly.
If you don't leave, the Japanese police will come.
They don't want to take a day trip to the police station.
…
On the other side of the black car, Shuji Tsushima took off the bandage on his hand and played with the wound on his hand boredly, letting the blood continue to drip.
"Where is Osamu Dazai?" Scotland asked in the silence.
The other party went to see Osamu Dazai.
And they also saw the previous scene, the burning building...
Only the FBI and Shuji Tsushima came out, and no helicopter appeared in the sky.
So Osamu Dazai...didn't come out? He stayed on the building?
"I'm right here." The black-haired, wild-eyed boy supported his chin with his free hand, bent his left eye and replied with a smile.
Isn't he Osamu Dazai?
Scotland was silent for a moment.
In fact, the first person they met who called himself Osamu Dazai was actually Kao.
Then came Osamu Dazai in white.
But Kaa has not claimed to be Dazai Osamu for a long time, but today he...
"What we want to ask is the guy in white clothes. Is he dead? Did you kill him?" Bourbon asked.
If Kaa hadn't killed him, how could the FBI have such an attitude?
If the other party asked before, they actually knew it. After all, they are very good at lip reading.
"Ah, that's right." Shuji Tsushima lay lazily on the back seat, raised his right hand and looked at it casually.
"How do you feel?" The blond man raised his lips and asked with interest.
"Feeling? I don't feel anything, it's just... it hurts, that's all." Tsushima Shuji said slowly.
When they were burned to death, because there was no empathy, neither person felt anything.
But being hit in the heart, it hurts twice as much.
Shuji Tsushima hates pain.
"From now on, I will be the only Osamu Dazai again, a little bit..." The boy's voice gradually became inaudible.