When the anemic Edogawa Conan was drinking red date and wolfberry tea and looking for the white crow.
Shuji Tsushima was lying on the hospital bed watching White Crow's live broadcast.
When clothes come, I stretch out my hands, and when food comes, I open my mouth.
The sitting posture is crooked, and there is no trace of the nosebleeds that continued just a moment ago.
"You know someone is pretending to be sick." Toru Amuro, who was sitting on the sofa in the ward, said in a long voice.
"No, I'm not pretending. I'm really seriously ill and about to die." The black-haired boy covered his face and pretended to cry.
"The nosebleed...isn't fake." Midorikawa said without hesitation.
Kaa's blood every time, whether it's nosebleeds or coughing up blood.
It's all real blood.
Coughing up blood is easy to fake, but how to fake nosebleeds?
Could it be that...Kaa really...
Terminal ill?
Moreover, the hospital's examination report also showed that Shuji Tsushima's physical condition was indeed poor.
All that was needed was to directly say that Shuji Tsushima was destined not to live past the age of twenty, and looked like he would die young.
"Scotland." Toru Amuro looked serious.
"Don't believe him." His tone was serious.
Except when doing tasks and reasoning, don’t believe anything Kao says at other times! Jingguang!
He deceived us all into thinking we were fools!
Scotland: Ah this...
"Uh-huh-" the young man made a sound of boredom.
Quite boring assembling a puzzle.
The puzzle is not big, just about the size of a bedside table or desktop.
It's just that each piece is so small that you need to use a magnifying glass to see it clearly.
Shuji Tsushima said a few words to them, but he was already half done.
There are several pieces of pieces that have been put together on the ground nearby.
They are all distorted paintings that make people uncomfortable to look at.
Even if they are put together, it is impossible to tell what the painting is.
"Aren't you looking forward to White Crow's performance?" Toru Amuro said in a bored tone as she ate a grape.
It was Kaa who clearly said he wanted to see White Crow perform.
As a result, there is a live broadcast on the screen in the ward, but Kaa is concentrating on putting together the puzzle.
"Neon police...ha." Toru Amuro looked at the figure on the screen and sneered.
Although White Crow did this before in the United States, the FBI couldn't do anything about it.
But after all, I am not an American.
The neon police world...
Bourbon's purple-gray eyes had complex emotions, mixed with disgust.
"You should have gotten used to it by now, right?" Scotland's tone was equally complex.
"Speaking of which, you and Finch are classmates." Shuji Tsushima raised his head and said thoughtfully after finishing another puzzle.
Let Finch come and play together?
"Yes." Bourbon was not surprised that Kaa knew this.
After all, Kaa was already using his identity as a double agent to play tricks on him when they first met.
"Weiqiao said that he is a bomb disposal expert, and his bomb disposal skills are much better than yours..." The black-haired boy looked at Bourbon with his kite-colored left eye.
"Scotland's cooking skills are better than yours..." in a thoughtful tone.
"Because Bourbon's bomb disposal skills were learned from Farrow, and his cooking skills were learned from me..." Scotland explained with a smile.
"Someone is crazy about stealing teachers." He said in a teasing tone.
Bourbon:…
Is this called stealing from others? This is called making progress together! This is called learning from others’ strengths to make up for their weaknesses!
"I see..." The young man looked at Bourbon with a meaningful expression.
Bourbon:...this look.
Kaa is laughing at himself?
I'm not angry, I'm not angry, I'm not angry.
"Can you defuse bombs? Can you cook?" Bourbon asked righteously.
Shuji Tsushima: What do you think?
In fact, I can come if I want to...
"Anyway, cooking with bourbon and Scotch is enough. I don't need to know how to cook..." Osamu Tsushima said confidently.
Bourbon, a guy who likes to talk back, will be arranged to be the organization's chef in the future.
Cook for an entire base every day.
He's exhausted!/Little Devil Laughs.jpg
…
In the live broadcast room, the four people have fallen into the point of killing each other.
"Kaa, you don't seem interested in the White Crow's performance?" Scotland asked while peeling the apple.
"Scotland, Scotland~" Kaa looked at him.
"I want a rabbit apple——" his face was full of innocence.
"Okay." Scotland nodded.
Sure enough, Kaa is a child who also likes rabbits and apples.
"I want rabbit apples~~" Toru Amuro on the other side said in a long voice, imitating the other person's tone.
"Ugh." He made a disgusting expression.
"Isn't it embarrassing for such an adult to act like a spoiled brat?" he complained.
Didn’t Jing Guang find Kaa’s kid’s tone disgusting?!
"There's nothing I can do. After all, I'm still a minor. It's reasonable to act coquettishly!" The boy blinked.
“Not like bourbon…”
"He is already an old man who is almost thirty years old." His tone was leisurely.
Bourbon: Me? Old man?
"You look at my face and say it again?" Bourbon pointed to his own face.
"Say to my face again that I am an old man?"
"I obviously don't look much older than you!" Bourbon said angrily.
"Ahem." Scotland cleared his throat.
Arrange the peeled rabbit apples on a plate and place them in front of Tsushima Shuji.
"Bourbon, you are already the age of two Kaos." He said to Bourbon in a deep tone.
"Yes, he is about the same age as my dead uncle." Shuji Tsushima nodded in agreement.
Bourbon: He wanted to speak but stopped.
Stop wanting again.
Nothing to say.
He retreated to the sofa and lay down with a look of despair on his face.
I decided not to pay attention to this brat Kaa today.
And in the live broadcast room.
Four people were fighting each other, and three of them had already fallen.
The last person was about to collapse.
But he showed a wild smile belonging to the winner.
"White Crow, I won, let me out." When he saw the man wearing a white crow mask, his tone was calm.
"Of course..." Bai Ya clapped his hands and spoke in a leisurely tone.
The next moment, the so-called sole survivor took out a knife and charged at him.
The three people who seemed to be dead also jumped up from the ground and ran towards the white crow.
All four men were holding daggers.
"As expected, they are four witty and brave... idiots." They heard White Crow chuckle.
An attitude of contempt and ridicule.
The next moment, the dagger in their hand exploded, breaking off their knife-holding hand.
The seemingly light white feathers streaked across and slit their throats.
The white feathers fell into a pool of blood, still white.
"I was forced to defend myself." Bai Ya sighed leisurely.
"Then, this trial is over. Everyone...see you next time." He took off his hat, bowed, and disappeared.
Only the falling white crow feathers were left.
"In the King's Game, only the only survivor can survive, but..." Tsushima Shuji looked at the dark screen, his eyes dark.
"Survivors are just survivors, and the king is the only player." His eyes were pitiful, but he couldn't tell whether it was sadness, pity, or hopeless despair.
His expression and tone were extremely cold.
It seems that so-called compassion is also an illusion.
"Kaa, why do you seem so understanding..." Scotland smiled.
Rather than understanding, it would be better to say...