Human experiment.

Although he hadn't read it carefully, this word immediately popped into Sawada Tsunayoshi's mind.

He squatted down and picked up the flying pages to cover up his unpleasant facial expression.

As everyone knows, the tenth generation of Vongola continued the traditional practice of refusing human body experiments, and because of the existence of a certain person in the tenth generation family, they made an all-out effort to crack down on families that secretly conducted human body experiments in Italy, making this thing almost extinct in Italy.

P.S., at the forefront of the human assault test was an unknown guardian of the Vongola who shouted, "I'd rather die than be Tsunayoshi Sawada's dog" (cross this sentence out).

Therefore, in Italy, from the first day of becoming a mafia, someone will tell these rookies who join the inner world with different thoughts about the most untouchable pieces of iron money in the inner world.

Among them, "no human testing" is the most important rule.

Naturally, Sawada Tsunayoshi was against this.

Although I was not an eyewitness, it was partly because of Rokudo Mukuro that I initially paid attention to this field.

But just uncovering a corner of that darkness was enough to make him breathless.

What followed was a drastic measure to eliminate this thing that shouldn't exist in the world.

Rokudo Mukuro once said contemptuously that it was this kind of naive Vongola who would fantasize that they could change the status quo by their own strength, but under the hateful pleading gaze of the Vongola who turned soft in front of their own people, they turned around and "kufufu" to wipe out the targets set by the leader.

He even called it taking advantage of the abominable and stupid Vongola.

He was so deceitful that even Fran, who had just become his disciple, couldn't help crying. He wondered if he had entered the wrong door and tried to turn around and call "the damn Vongola" his master.

Therefore, at this moment, although he knew that this world was probably not his own, Sawada Tsunayoshi also became angry for the first time in a long time.

He has a naive character that makes even Rokudo Mukuro laugh.

Therefore, even though he was an undercover agent in the previous world and was accidentally sent to Italy, facing a place that was much worse than his own time, Sawada Tsunayoshi tried hard to endure it, but in the end he couldn't, and had to go back to his old job and continue to be the boss of the mafia in the other world, and then transform that inner world, which was completely different from his memory, into a way he could adapt to.

...Well, it sounds kind of cool to say that.

And now, seeing these things, in addition to being angry, Sawada Tsunayoshi actually felt a sense of novelty in his heart.

After all, it had been a long, long time since anyone had put anything like this in front of him.

So Sawada Tsunayoshi squatted on the ground and picked up the papers. He collected all the "Sawada Tsunayoshi" who had the same face as him, looked up and smiled.

"I'm curious," he said softly, "what is your purpose in doing this?"

…

"I'm very curious."

At the same time, in another world, a black-haired young man, wearing a white woolen hat picked up from somewhere, was sitting on a trash can, looking at the seemingly deserted alley.

He bent one leg and stepped on the trash can, while the other leg hung naturally, swaying back and forth in a childish manner.

The black-haired young man with ivy-like eyes tilted his head and looked into the darkness with a curious look on his face, but there was not even a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"What is your purpose?"

He said, watching the being lurking in the darkness.

Even though the other person did not show up and did not even make a sound, Dazai Osamu knew that he was there.

——It was as if the other party had used a trick to lure him here, knowing that he would definitely come under the current circumstances.

Dazai Osamu thought about it and smiled subconsciously.

It was the kind of fake smile that someone called him a "fake smile boy".

But judging from the current situation, the guy who complained about him being a fake smile boy was taken away to some place by the guy from Russia, and chaos began to break out inside the port mafia.

Although it's not a big deal... For Dazai Osamu, the Port Mafia is nothing, or it would be nice if it could be destroyed, but there is only one thing, the disappearance of that stupid and laughable idealist makes him feel indescribably anxious.

So annoying.

Dazai Osamu thought expressionlessly.

The dwarf from the sheep's side has come to the port mafia several times in the past few days. Mori Oo is impatient to deal with him. Except for the first time he met him, he pushed him out afterwards with the excuse of "Dazai-kun and Nakahara-kun have a good relationship anyway, so just help me entertain him."

Who the hell would have a good relationship with that little dwarf?

Nakahara Chuuya was a headless, black little slug. When Dazai Osamu thought about people saying he had a good relationship with the little slug, he felt goosebumps all over his body.

It's so scary.

But I don’t know how long this terrible thing will continue.

Because the guy who used to keep the two people, or even the two organizations, together has disappeared.

Dazai Osamu suppressed his displeasure, thinking that after the guy came back, he would have to force him to take his place for a few days.

Normally, he follows the 955 schedule even more than civil servants. If it weren't for his habit, he would want to follow suit... It's just that he's used to the taste of work, so if he's not careful, he'll work overtime until very late, and before long he's become 007, to the point where even Ango would say we're good comrades.

But Dazai Osamu felt that it was not a good idea. It had been so many years and he deserved a pleasant vacation.

We'll just have to wait for Sawada Tsunayoshi to come back from some damn place and then open it.

As he was thinking this, he heard some noise coming from the dark alley and the fake smile on his face faded a little.

"Oh my, is the rat in the gutter about to emerge into the sun?"

The smile faded in just a moment, and when he raised his head and faced the person who came, his face showed Dazai Osamu's mafia-style smile that he used when he was on field duty again.

He held his face with one hand, still sitting on the trash can, and looked in the direction of the person who came with a smile, calling out the other person's name.

"Fyodor Dostoyevsky."

The black-haired young man frowned, his eyes were sharp, "Isn't it time... to return the port mafia's [Sun] to us?"

The Russian youth who came out of the darkness was slightly startled, and then he showed the same smile.

"Who knows this?"

He also lowered his voice, as if whispering to a close lover, "Who knows... where your [sun] is?"

Dostoevsky coughed, and anyone who looked at him at this time would have an expression that said, "I'm just an ordinary, weak Russian."

But it was this guy who was identified as the mastermind behind the disappearance of Sawada Tsunayoshi after Dazai Osamu integrated the intelligence he had and pieced together recent events.

He raised his eyes and smiled weakly.

"You," said the young man with messy black hair, his eyes fixed on the mafia wearing his hat, "could you please return my hat to me?"

Dazai Osamu jumped down from the trash can with one hand supporting himself, and the smile on his face disappeared when the other party denied it.

He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then took the white fur hat off his head.

"Are you talking about this?" He swung the hat with one hand, and finally grabbed it in his hand. After thinking for a second, he snapped his fingers with the other hand and replied, "Okay."

When the ringing finger came, a ochre-haired young man with special abilities fell from the sky. He was wrapped in black and red special abilities, showing the young man's anger and anxiety.

Dazai Osamu put his hands in his pockets, took two steps back, and spoke expressionlessly.

"When you die, I will burn you." He paused, watching the black and red King of Sheep kicking the Russian with gravity, and said calmly, "Of course, this is also a lie."

…

He is lying.

After Sawada Tsunayoshi asked that question, the man was stunned for a second.

Immediately, he started dancing around like every crazy scientist who is asked about his favorite field - or something else.

He told Sawada Tsunayoshi the history that only he remembered, and how powerful and prosperous his homeland would have been - if it had never suffered from war.

So men joined the experimental project, firstly out of their exploratory spirit as scientific researchers, and secondly to fight for the glory of the empire.

But Sawada Tsunayoshi just thought he was talking about shit.

He had met the so-called "mad scientists".

Among his teacher's circle of friends, there was a person named "Verdi".

That is the Son of Rainbow, who corresponds to the attribute of thunder. He can probably be said to be the world's number one mad scientist.

As a mad scientist, Wildie is perhaps the least human of the Rainbow Sons. In Wildie's eyes, all living and non-living things in the world, except himself, are divided into "experimental materials" and "non-experimental materials".

And to achieve his goal, Verdi can do anything.

At first glance, Verdi's attributes are somewhat similar to those of Yuya Maeda.

However, it is precisely because he has seen the so-called real Verdi, who is willing to sacrifice everything for his research regardless of conspiracy, that Sawada Tsunayoshi can feel the difference between the two more clearly.

It was for this reason that he was able to conclude that Maeda Yuya was lying.

But the other person's expression was so sincere. If Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't have the gift from his ancestors in his blood, he might have been deceived by the other person just by observing with his naked eyes.

No, that's not called "cheating" either.

The Godfather observed the man who was touching the instrument in the laboratory with a nostalgic look on his face, and came up with an unexpected but seemingly reasonable answer.

——Even though it was a lie, Maeda Yuya believed it without a doubt.

The best lie is a mixture of truth and falsehood.

Another type is that the person who tells the lie deceives himself.

Looking at the other person's appearance, Sawada Tsunayoshi once again had that question in his mind - what exactly does he want to do?

——What did the master who pulled him into this world want him to do?

It can't be that this old man loves his son too much...

Recalling the "memories" that flashed through his mind during his trance - or rather, the fragments that the designer tried to implant into his memory, Sawada Tsunayoshi subtly felt that... something seemed to be wrong.

Sawada Tsunayoshi took a serious look at the man who was still expressing his heroic spirit, and sadly discovered that this was not completely impossible.

Of course, it is impossible to love your son too much.

But what if this "son" is not a human being, but a "weapon" of extremely high value?

He folded his hands in front of him, holding his cheeks, and carefully and earnestly observed the "Maeda Yuya" of this world.

The man looked younger and more spirited than the one he had seen before.

This change in temperament came purely from a different mentality. Sawada Tsunayoshi was silent for a moment and acted as if he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, old man, you are a member of parliament now, right?"

He said casually.

The man, whose fantasy was suddenly interrupted, was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled a kind smile that gave Sawada Tsunayoshi goosebumps.

"What are you talking about, kid?" he said, "Didn't I tell you this before?"

Seeing that Sawada Tsunayoshi really looked like he knew nothing, the man sighed in a serious manner.

"I have long been the chief cabinet secretary."

Sawada Tsunayoshi: …

Good guys!

He finally felt that something was different.

The young man, who had a direction, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone. Like every ordinary young man, he began to use his mobile phone and felt that his worldview was slowly being reshaped.

A victorious country, a wealthy background, a person who has a smooth journey...it's confirmed.

He thought solemnly, looking at the high-spirited man, he couldn't help but cover his face.

This is what this person is dreaming about in the middle of the night, right? !

…

But even if you know that the other person is dreaming, there is nothing you can do.

Tsunayoshi Sawada used an excuse to return to his own room in the port mafia, but could not find any decoration that suited his habits.

This is good news, at least it shows that this "him" in this world does not exist to some extent.

But this is also bad news, because it reduces the feasibility of him playing "himself".

——Even so, perhaps because this is a world that is different from reality in every way and is therefore extremely bizarre, the people around him accept his various habits well.

Or, it is more like there was no "him" in this world originally. Because there is a "him" now, all the things of "him" in this world - experience, habits, characteristics, are gradually completed.

Only the next day, when Sawada Tsunayoshi got up as usual and went to the Port Mafia, he saw Mori Oo standing on the floor belonging to the leader, and heard the other party reading the "news" of the Port Mafia in a slow and elegant tone, but he did not notice anything wrong.

It was not until Mori Ogai gave a certain "hint" as he had been instructed the day before just in case that Sawada Tsunayoshi "came to his senses".

And the so-called "code" is...

"Regarding the man you asked us to look for, Dazai Osamu," the man with black hair and red eyes said, "We have confirmed that this person does not exist in Yokohama."

…

Dazai Osamu does not exist in this world.

This was the "hint" that Tsunayoshi Sawada gave himself.

As early as the day before, he had a phone call with Nakahara Chuuya and confirmed that the other party did not know Dazai Osamu and that this person did not exist in the port mafia.

Of course, if we simply regard this as something like a "parallel world", there is a certain possibility that Dazai Osamu has nothing to do with the port mafia or Nakahara Chuuya, but Sawada Tsunayoshi just has such a hunch.

He may not exist in this world.

Perhaps Dazai Osamu finally got what he wanted in his long search for death, or perhaps for various reasons he never even came to Yokohama... In short, in a parallel world with countless possibilities, anything is possible.

Not to mention the whereabouts of Dazai Osamu.

But Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that this was a very important matter.

So important... that it is even closely related to the existence of this world.

Therefore, after saying goodbye to Maeda Yuya and returning to the port mafia with ease, he found something wrong - of course, he was a slacker, how could he be so obedient and self-conscious to be a corporate slave - after realizing that he might be "assimilated" by this world, Sawada Tsunayoshi thought about it and instructed Mori Ogai, who was to be a qualified tool here, to do this.

And by the next day, as expected, he gradually forgot where he came from until he heard Sen Ouwai's reply.

The Godfather, who was walking naturally towards the office, paused and turned to look at his full-time secretary.

Sen Ouwai looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong, Boss?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi gradually regained his memory: …

"Nothing," he accepted the word "Boss" coming out of the narrow-minded Mori Oowai's mouth with difficulty, hoping that this would never be known by Mori Oowai on his side.

Although he has tried his best to restrain himself in the past few years, the suspicious fox outside Sen Ou will definitely say something weird to him after knowing the world here.

Working during the holiday period (huh?) is already difficult enough, and if his colleagues also treat him in a sarcastic way, Tsunayoshi Sawada feels that he won't be able to go on.

Dame, no, this is a rejection.

So even though he was jealous of Moriowa's execution ability, he could only send him away after seeing the other party's doubtful look.

Tsunayoshi Sawada sat alone in his office, rubbed his forehead, and prepared to comb his hair again.

What is certain is that this is not a parallel world or something like that.

After all, there is a black technology in the house that can exchange oneself ten years in the future into the real world, so Tsunayoshi Sawada has been exposed to concepts such as "parallel world" and "future" almost since junior high school.

Therefore, no one knows better than him that there is no parallel world where "because the world is heading this way" and "people are forcibly arranged to be the way the world needs them."

Therefore, it is more likely to be the result of supernatural powers.

Thanks to Homer, during his travels, Sawada Tsunayoshi had heard Homer say that there is indeed such a supernatural power, which can create a "world", absorb people into it, and release them after certain conditions are met.

Sawada Tsunayoshi thought that there was probably something similar here.

Then the key to leaving this world has been found.

——We must find the “core”.

In another world, Dazai Osamu yawned and looked listless.

It's not that he can't muster up the energy, but the current situation is such that the outcome can be seen at a glance.

Therefore, the port mafia official in the black suit sighed and prepared to call back the dog hook that had been released.

“Forget it, Chuuya, he won’t tell you.” He said, “But if it’s another question, I’d really like to ask Fyodor-kun to answer it for me.”

Although he was indignant, Nakahara Chuuya stopped because of his trust in Dazai Osamu. He clicked his tongue, but did not return to Dazai Osamu's side. Instead, he stood where he could come into contact with Dostoevsky at any time.

"What else do you want to ask?"

He suppressed his emotions.

Dazai Osamu looked at Dostoyevsky expressionlessly.

“My last question is just one,” he said. “Why him?”

——Why, it’s Sawada Tsunayoshi.

The frail Russian staggered twice, covering his face with one hand, looking down on his expression.

A claw appeared from the void, and then a magician with a cute little hat poked his head out.

"Are you leaving, Fei Jiaqin?"

——Gogol.

Dostoevsky nodded at him and looked at Dazai Osamu.

"I thought you knew this issue best." His figure disappeared here, but his voice remained and reached the ears of the black-haired young man, "The leader of the Port Mafia, Leader Dazai."