Yokohama script team dies online

"This is an invitation letter from the three of us."

The waiter at the door took the invitation letter from Dazai, and after confirming that it was correct, he personally led them into the luxurious hall.

After he bowed and left, Conan turned his head and looked at the two people beside him who had already sat down to eat: "Mr. Dazai, why do you have to wear bandages all over your body when you wear a formal dress?"

He even covered half of his face this time.

"Just like Ranpo-san's famous detective character design," Dazai replied vaguely while stuffing something into his mouth, "The bandage on my body is also a kind of character design."

"If the bandages were removed, Dazai wouldn't be Dazai." Ranbu said with a serious face.

When Conan heard this sentence, he suddenly realized a problem:

"Then he was also covered in bandages on the bed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the minor who realized what question he had asked blushed.

Dazai looked at the young man who was covering his face with his hands, tried his best to hold back a smile and said, "Conan-kun, although it's a good thing not to be nervous, but are you too relaxed?"

Ranpo replied to him seriously: "Dazai won't take off the bandage even if he soaks in the hot spring."

When Edogawa Conan heard this answer, he felt question marks all over his head.

The place where the three of them stayed was the corner of the banquet hall, surrounded by decorative potted plants that completely covered their figures, and these people in the upper class were not interested in a "famous detective" who suddenly appeared.

"It's really a good place to connect."

Luanbu nodded: "And the food is not bad."

The three sat on the leather sofa, and the atmosphere was unexpectedly relaxed. Even Conan, who was too concerned about this meeting, gradually relaxed.

Then he saw the man sitting across from him put down his knife and fork, and said with a smile to a potted plant on his left, "Mr. Silver-haired Assassin, there's no need to be so tense at the beginning, right?"

"Hmph," a voice that Conan remembered deeply came from where Dazai was facing. Gin was holding a pistol/gun in his hand, and walked towards them from behind the potted plants, "You really are not an ordinary person."

The boy's body suddenly began to tremble.If you want to say why - it's like a rabbit on the prairie bumps into a lion hunting its prey head-on, and a mouse looks up and sees an eagle approaching on its head - the bottom of the food chain has always had no resistance in front of the top force.

This oppressive force did not come from Qin Jiu on the opposite side.Conan Edogawa raised his head, and looked at Osamu Dazai, whose demeanor was quite different from usual.

The man's eyes were like abysses.If one word had to be used to describe him at this moment, it would be nothingness.Obviously, the smell of ammunition and blood is already evident from his body, but the unfathomable, looking down eyes are even more frightening.

Characters beyond imagination.

Gin and Edogawa Conan realized this like never before.

Almost instantly, the No. [-] killer in the black organization was convinced that this man could have a pleasant cooperation with them.But Conan's teeth trembled—maybe everything before was just a disguise for this man, and he was just a pawn in his hand.

At this moment, he suddenly felt his leg under the table was kicked.

Edogawa Ranpo blinked at Conan, who had a very bad face, then turned around and looked at Gin, "So, the number one killer of the black organization raised his gun at the two cadres of other organizations. What the hell is there to do?"

Qin Jiu confirmed that the three people on the opposite side indeed came from an organization codenamed Wenhao, and only those at the cadre level could get the corresponding names.

Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo, their code names and character abilities are also worthy of their titles, and there are other things——

"Who is he?" Gin looked at Conan.

"Edogawa Conan, just an insignificant person," Dazai said with a warm smile on his face again, "one of Ranpo-san's direct subordinates."

It is an organization with strict rules.Gin passed judgment.

He sat down at the table not far from the three of them: "I'm here to talk about cooperation."

"But it seems," Qin Jiu said coldly, "first of all, I need to find out what you guys are doing."

"We are from Yokohama," Dazai consciously became the spokesperson, and began to speak half-truths, "Port Mafia, that's the name of our organization."

"I've never heard of such a mafia in Yokohama with the name of a literary giant." The man narrowed his eyes.

Dazai laughed lightly: "If Mr. Mori's arrangement can be detected so easily, then our organization is too useless, right?"

"Mori Ogai?"

"It seems that Mr. Killer is also a cultural person."

"Since it has been working in secret," Gin Jiu didn't answer Dazai's teasing, "then appearing in such a high-profile way in front of the world..."

Dazai casually played with the knife and fork he put on the table: "Because our purpose is the same as your boss."

"..." The man didn't reply.

The man with a bandage on his face, who claimed to be a mafia cadre, smiled softly as if facing a lover: "For the elixir."

"—We have news about a medicine that will keep people young forever without side effects."

"How?" Luanbu smiled and looked at the killer who couldn't help showing a surprised expression, "Is this a good chip?"

"Sending two of the five cadres here is enough to show our sincerity."

Gin pursed his lips—he realized that this deal might be more important than he imagined: "So what does the Port Mafia want from us?"

"All research data related to age and lifespan."

"Don't you think this is the lion's big mouth?"

"Sometimes the lion opens its mouth wide because the prey it captures is really that big, Mr. Gin."

One black and one white, one smiling and the other with a condensed expression, even the seats are diagonal, two men with completely different speaking skills confronted each other at the negotiating table.

"I have to report this matter to the boss before I can respond to you." In the end, Gin just said so while pressing down on the brim of his hat.

Dazai waved at him with a bright smile: "Waiting for your good news, number one killer."

After watching the gin completely disappear from sight, the man's face suddenly collapsed: "This killer is really annoying."

Seeing Dazai who had returned to the same state as before, Conan was a little afraid to speak.

Ranpo took a fork and began to eat fruit cake again: "Except for height, he is very similar to Mr. Hat."

"Negotiating with him is like talking to a slug," Dazai said with pain on his face, "It's sticky and disgusting!"

"Dazai, are you really the Mafia?" Conan Edogawa asked this question tremblingly.

"I'm a good citizen who legally works in a detective agency!" Hearing this, the man immediately stood up and replied with a huge reaction, "Who wants to hang out with Mr. Mori's cunning and bottomless people?!"

However, the boy still couldn't fully believe that the man exuding such a terrifying aura from his body was a peaceful and ordinary person since he was a child.