situation.

At the same time, these people with special abilities also caused an imbalance in power between the mafia and the official government. When the mafia's combat power greatly overwhelmed the official agencies, it was no longer the official agencies that had the final say in this land, but the mafia with the right to speak.

——Logically, this should be the case.

Tsukichi Sawada sat in a room at the Yokohama Police Station, looking at the square room and the guys standing in a circle against the wall, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Didn't we agree that... we can completely ignore the Yokohama police, ride on a luxury yacht, and stand on Yokohama's land early the next morning to breathe the fresh air?

When he woke up, he found himself standing in the police station... This shabby cruise ship that was used for illegal immigration was inspected! !

The Godfather, who was experiencing this kind of thing for the first time in so many years, felt weak, pitiful and helpless. He couldn't help but move back and accidentally bumped into the black-haired boy standing next to him.

The man had short black hair that was slightly curled, and one eye was wrapped in a bandage, which reminded Sawada Tsunayoshi of a guy who appeared and disappeared at random. When he came to his senses, he had already been looking at him for a long time.

He rubbed his cheeks sheepishly and apologized in a low voice.

The other party seemed to have just noticed him at this moment, and said in a very light voice, "It's okay."

This is a boy who looks about the same age as Sawada Tsunayoshi.

He saw Sawada Tsunayoshi looking at him and smiled slightly.

Only then did Tsunayoshi Sawada see the child's eyes from the other side of his bandage. The iris-colored eyes were like transparent glass beads. When he looked over, he had a subtle illusion that he could see "himself" in them.

To be honest, this made Sawada Tsunayoshi feel subtly inconsistent.

The crowded room soon became spacious. It was said that the incompetent police separated the illegal immigrants into groups of three or four. In the end, the only ones left were a group of minors looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Are you also planning to sneak into Yokohama?"

It was quite silent. The braver kids rolled their eyes and started chatting with their peers around.

The child standing next to him was a little embarrassed at first, and was confused for a moment after hearing his question, but soon said that he ran away because his family was too poor, and found Yokohama, which was said to be the easiest place to enter, to sneak across.

This reason...

Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but frown.

They were still quite some distance away from him. Sawada Tsunayoshi watched them for a while. When he looked away, he found that the boy next to him was also looking at them with a scrutinizing look, as if he was observing some mysterious creature.

The room, which had been silent just now, became a little more lively. The remaining people were still minors. After the fear of being caught on the spot, they were nervous and fearful and hoped to find some float boards.

"Are you interested in them, too?"

The boy next to him asked.

Sawada Tsunayoshi uttered an "eh", somewhat unexpectedly.

He actually thought that he would not be spoken to - or rather, not by the child next to him.

After all, although the black-haired boy had a vague smile on his face, his temperament was indeed a thousand miles away from others.

Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated for a moment and nodded vaguely.

"I'm a little concerned," he said.

The boy who looked difficult to approach would say “eh——” in a long drawn-out tone.

"Is that so? Worried about them?"

Without waiting for Sawada Tsunayoshi to answer, he spoke briskly.

"But don't worry. Even if he is an illegal immigrant, since he is a minor and has no criminal record, the police will soon ask the guardian to come and take him away."

"Guardian?"

But will these minors who have no choice but to sneak across the border really have guardians in this strange city?

The black-haired boy didn't seem to consider this question. He held his chin with one hand and nodded.

"Yes," he pointed at himself, "for example, I might be taken away by my guardian's bald head in a short while."

Guardian of what?

Looking at the other party's nonchalant expression, Sawada Tsunayoshi almost thought he had heard something wrong.

The black-haired boy blinked quickly and nodded seriously.

"It is true that he is bald, and he will become even balder in the future."

It was a straightforward guess from a minor with zero malicious intent.

One of the parents is probably a busy person, Sawada Tsunayoshi guessed, a programmer or something?

But if that was the case, how did he end up on the smuggling ship?

With such doubts in mind, when he looked over, the other party just smiled falsely, and Sawada Tsunayoshi, guessing that there might be something he couldn't say, swallowed his words.

How to say... still a child.

After spending a long time with Weilan, who called himself his brother, Sawada Tsunayoshi subtly developed a kind of mentality that could be called loving.

...Although even he could hardly resist the love of this "brother".

But he's definitely better than the other guy, right?

Now that the conversation had begun, the two young men began chatting with each other from time to time.

"Hmm? Worried?" When the black-haired boy heard Sawada Tsunayoshi's words expressing his concern for the children present, the smile on his face turned strange.

"Well, it's natural that you don't know this," he said quickly. "After all, although it's common sense, it only applies to the people in this city."

"Ai?"

I always feel looked down upon in strange places.

The black-haired boy answered Sawada Tsunayoshi's question in a good mood.

"After all, Yokohama is now a mafia paradise," he said, pointing his finger vaguely outside the door - outside the transparent glass window, there were guys wearing floral shirts or black suits, looking ferocious and evil, peeking their heads in.

"For Yokohama's mafia, there is a unique activity, which is called "corpse collecting" in the industry."

Hearing this word, Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart sank.

The black-haired boy smiled slightly.

"The stowaways came from nowhere, including young and strong youths, ignorant children, and powerless women and children... For the mafia in this city, they are additional nutrients to nourish darkness and maintain their roots."

After all, they are illegal immigrants with no household registration and no record of influx.

Without any evidence of their existence, or even past social records, these people are prime fodder for the mafia.

As the struggle expands, the number of "corpse-collecting" mafia increases day by day. These guys with no records and no past will be divided up by dark organizations from different forces and stuffed into the bottom to fill the gaps left by the "war".

Only a small number of young and strong men who have never received training can survive in such a situation. The ignorant teenagers and the old, weak and sick are directly used as sandbags to satisfy desires.

However, there is also a group of special beings among them - people with special abilities.

These people with superpowers, who were only valued during the war, are not as glamorous as they seem. At present, when the concept of "superpowers" is not yet popular, some of them live in isolated rural areas and are looked down upon because of their special abilities. However, after hearing that Yokohama is a city that can accommodate people with superpowers and where they can stand out as superpowers, they flock to this city.

"Here, the batch over there."

The black-haired boy pointed his chin at a place farther outside. A stowaway had sneaked in among the men in black suits, who looked more "elite" than those in floral shirts. The man's face showed fatigue, but more of it was anticipation and ecstasy for a bright future.

He left surrounded by men in black suits with patterned tattoos on their arms, while the rest of them looked relaxed, much more relaxed than before - perhaps because the KPI for this time had been completed, and they seemed to be whispering to each other, perhaps discussing where to have dinner after the mission was completed.

“This is the current state of Yokohama.”

After finishing his introduction with a gloomy face, the black-haired boy turned back to a smiling face, turned his head to look at Sawada Tsunayoshi, and added with a hum: "Maybe I am one of them."

"Oh, that," Sawada Tsunayoshi said with a wry smile, "No way."

The other person with messy hair looked at him for a long time before saying "hmm" in an ambiguous way and turned his head away.

The curve of the wave reminded Sawada Tsunayoshi of Shiranui, and he suddenly felt uneasy.

However, Sawada Tsunayoshi managed to evade the other party's questions.

Of course, Sawada Tsunayoshi wouldn't believe that the kid next to him wasn't a member of the mafia.

Compared to the people on the other side of the glass window, the thin boy standing next to him gave him an even heavier sense of darkness.

Those guys in black suits are more or less from the underworld, and have the so-called mafia temperament. But temperament is something that different people have different temperaments, and some temperaments with similar attributes can also be high or low.

It is obvious that the young man who was talking and laughing is of higher class than those outside.

At least he has to be a middle-level cadre or above.

Tsunayoshi Sawada felt bored and regretful that the mafia still used child labor in a different world.

The other party might really be here for the stowaways, but it is obvious that his target is more advanced... In other words, he is targeting people with special abilities.

But if that was the case, then the girl who was just taken away by the man in the black suit did not seem to be in his eyes, and he did not know what the selection criteria were.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was a little hesitant about whether to show off some fake supernatural powers to let the other party take him away, but the reason for his hesitation was not that the other party might drag him into the quagmire of some mafia - it was so funny that he was the leader of the mafia, so why was he so hesitant - but because before coming to Japan, Weilun, who said he had something temporary to do, heard that he was coming over and asked him to look for the trace of their other brother first.

When hearing this request, Sawada Tsunayoshi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously thought about whether Nana's mother had secretly given birth to a younger brother without his knowledge (?). After he came to his senses, he remembered Weilan's logic in this regard, which he found strange, and he agreed with a smile.

"No, should I come after I complete the mission?" On the other side of the phone, the blond young man stepped on the sneak attacking enemy and thought solemnly.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: …

He knew without thinking that Wei Erlain must be thinking something like "Our Tsuna is still a little baby."

After he tactfully expressed that he could still do such a small thing, the brother became worried again that he might be kidnapped by some strange aunt or uncle who came from nowhere while walking on the street.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: …

He held the phone away, mumbling that he couldn't hear what Weilan said clearly (perhaps because the signal was bad), and hung up the phone.

That's terrible, Verlaine.

This is probably the heavy yet sweet burden mentioned in the legend.

The brown-haired boy sighed helplessly as he looked at his cell phone screen saver, which had been set to a photo of Verlaine at some point.

To be honest, this feeling was a little new to him.

After all, Sawada Tsunayoshi is the only son in the family.

Although after becoming the leader of the Vongola, he also had to transform himself into the patriarch of this family, the people around him who could be regarded as "brothers" were mostly younger brothers like Rambo.

He is used to taking care of others.

Of course his partners would take care of him, but compared to Verlaine's behavior, they subtly felt like old ladies in private.

If he had to make an analogy, Verlaine gave him the feeling of being a little more approachable than Skylark... He could only say this because he had to make an analogy, but in fact, there were still significant differences between the two men.

Of course, his dear senior brother Dino Gabrielone can also be placed in the position of "brother". Although he is a complete loser like him, after being adjusted by his mentor Reborn and tempered as the head of the family for more than 20 years, Dino's reliability is still increasing day by day.

When he was depressed because of Reborn's death, Dino, who was also his so-called senior and shared the same grief, kicked open his door and pulled him out of the dark room.

[“Is this what Reborn taught you?”]

The blond young man, who was also heartbroken by the passing of his master, looked at him intently. "Listen, Gang, I know you are sad and heartbroken, but this is not a reason for you to continue to be depressed."

[“Your subordinates are very worried about you. Even for their sake, you have to cheer up for me.”]

[“And Bailan Jesuo, Millefiore is hunting down our friends and family. At a time like this, are you still wasting your time on useless mourning?”] The blond young man’s eyes were filled with grief, and tears of suppressed grief were faintly visible in his eyes. What came out of his mouth were firm and cruel words. As always, he reliably told his beloved junior brother the truth about the world in darkness.

Whether it is prayer or mourning, it cannot be delivered to the person of hope.

If I were to ask why...

The blond young man lowered his eyes. Even though he was called Remartino, who had built the family and protected his family members and relatives, Dino Gabrone still couldn't protect someone who had passed away. All he could do was probably to lead his only remaining junior fellow apprentice out of the haze and face the coming crisis together.

【“We are not going to heaven, Tsuna.”】

He spoke softly, as if in mourning.

…

…

"Ah, it seems my annoying guardian is here to pick me up." The black-haired boy who had been out for a stroll for some time and came back again invited him with a smile, "Would you like to go with me?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi uttered an "eh".

He hesitated for a moment, thinking that he had to at least get out of this damn place first, so he nodded.

"If I may."

He slightly curved his eyebrows, looking very trustworthy.

The black-haired boy stared at him for a long while before looking away and mumbling something.

Tsunayoshi Sawada subtly felt that he was being disliked.

Thinking back to the previous world, he would occasionally smile at Gin like this.

Then Mr. Top Killer from the organization would kick him in disgust, signaling him to put away such un-brewery stuff.

He blinked and rubbed his cheek.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, I haven't introduced myself yet, right?" The black-haired boy quickly put away the childish expression on his face, tilted his head slightly and said, "I'm Dazai."

As he spoke, the door behind him opened a crack.

The man in police uniform called his name at the right time.

——"Dazai Osamu."

"Dazai Osamu, your guardian is here."

…

Under Dazai Osamu's sweet talk, the police frowned and doubtfully believed that Sawada Tsunayoshi was his partner.

Thinking of the bail the other party had paid, he nodded grimly and let the black-haired boy take away his younger brother who was said to have lost contact when he was young and was not very smart.

"One has black hair and the other has brown hair," he said casually, "Are you half-brothers?"

Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that this sentence sounded familiar.

Dazai Osamu just smiled lightly and responded vaguely.

"That may be so."

police:……

This time it was someone else who was speechless.

However, the number of illegal immigrants caught this time was enough to meet this year's KPI, and so was the extra income, so he was in a good mood and didn't care about the strange behavior of the black-haired boy.

"Forget it, forget it, let's go with your guardian," he said with disdain, "next time don't be so blind as to run to the police station, you little bastard."

He opened the door, and the guy who was said to be the "guardian" of the two people appeared in front of them.

When Sawada Tsunayoshi came out, he had a vague feeling of something strange in his heart. When he saw the guy standing behind the door with a smile on his face, his bad feeling reached its peak.

The other party obviously didn't expect to see him in such a place. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled, as if he had a bigger future and hadn't figured out what to plan yet, but he would definitely plan something.

"That's true," the young man with black hair and red eyes slightly frowned, showing a very gentle look.

He seemed to have not changed much from the one in Sawada Tsunayoshi's memory, except that the once sharp and aggressive chief of sanitation had become calmer, with a warm look in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. Even if it was a disguise, he still looked very gentle at first glance.

Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that the other person's smile looked familiar.

When Dazai Osamu saw the other person's smile, he suddenly became furious, and suddenly found the familiar source he saw in Sawada Tsunayoshi.

His expression turned subtly disgusted.

After being slightly surprised, Tsunayoshi Sawada saw the policeman looking at them with a frown, and he exclaimed in his heart.

He did meet his "half-brother" - except it wasn't Dazai Osamu, but Mori Ogai.

He wanted to go back to the room.

However, Sen Ouwai caught him first.

"I thought you wouldn't come back," he said, with a frown on his face that made it easy to mistakenly believe that they had a good relationship.

Tsunayoshi Sawada had no choice but to give up.

He sighed and hummed.

"I never thought," he said, looking up with a naive and innocent look, "that Chief Mori became a Mafia after leaving his job?"

…

A pleasant surprise.

Even though Sawada Tsunayoshi criticized him with some mild words, Mori Ougai didn't seem to be very angry.

Rather than being angry, he felt more happy.

After all, no one knew better than him the importance of the child in front of him - he was an important figure who had single-handedly turned Japan from an absolute defeat back to a position capable of dialogue with the victorious countries, and whose whereabouts were unknown after the war.

The superiors once quarreled over his whereabouts, but after leaving the army, Mori Ougai accidentally learned about his whereabouts from his mentor.

[“One of the strongest esper users, the man who pioneered the current esper world, the blind poet Homer.”] The hatted mentor said, [“Our Amaterasu is touring the world under his leadership.”]

Perhaps because he was dissatisfied with the high-level people's human experiments, although he knew the whereabouts of this artificial little god, Natsume Soseki, who also retired from politics after the war, did not pass the information about Sawada Tsunayoshi to his former colleagues. Instead, he secretly took a look at them. When he heard that they met Verlaine and that the three of them had written a collection of poems together when they were traveling together, he secretly bought a copy himself.

Then, when he saw the part about the artificial god in the collection of the three people, he vaguely revealed an expression as if he had eaten something he shouldn't have.

Thinking of his mentor's rare angry look, Mori Ou felt a lot more relaxed.

He looked at the little god who seemed to have grown a lot, but after a little thought, he realized that this was the guy that Dazai had picked up when he got involved in the port mafia's rescue operation on a whim.

Mori Ogai: ...

"As expected of you, Dazai-kun." he said.

Dazai Osamu suddenly showed an expression as if he saw Mori Ogai wearing a grass skirt and dancing in front of him and saying hehe hahei Dazai Osamu hahei.

"How disgusting--" he complained.

And Sawada Tsunayoshi stood beside Dazai Osamu inconspicuously and nodded.

It's really disgusting.

Sen Ou was stunned for a moment, and immediately squeezed out two tears that looked fake or not.

However, the matter was done and Sawada Tsunayoshi had no choice but to follow the two dark-haired guys.

He was walking at the end, and when he looked at the two guys in black walking in front from behind, their figures, one tall and one short, just happened to overlap, and there was a subtle and strange tacit understanding between them.

Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but start thinking about the relationship between the two people.

They both have black hair... Could it be that these two are blood-related parent and child?

This thought only stayed in his mind for a moment before the brown-haired boy shook his head and dismissed it. After all, even he knew that "Dazai Osamu", which corresponds to "Mori Ogai", is also the name of a "literary giant".

It seems that Sawada Tsunayoshi has never seen the name of Dazai Osamu in the textbooks, but Koharu once admired Dazai Osamu's... rival Mishima Yukio for a period of time. When she sang Mishima's songs, she couldn't help but add the famous Mishima rival to the shopping cart.

Then, after getting drunk, she hugged Sawada Tsunayoshi and said distressedly that a weak man like Dazai Osamu was too weird and that Mr. Tsuna was better after all...Don't compare us on weird things, Koharu!

However, thanks to Miura Haru, Sawada Tsunayoshi had some impression of the name "Dazai Osamu".

I should have read more books earlier (not really), Tsunayoshi Sawada thought rather boredly.

"Come to think of it." He started to talk to Mori Ogai who was walking in front of him, "Doctor Mori know where Miss Xie Ye is now?"

The black-haired young man's back paused for a moment.

The next moment, a girl who seemed to appear out of nowhere rushed over and grabbed Sawada Tsunayoshi's arm.

"Tsuna!" Before he instinctively threw her out, the blonde girl raised her head, "Hello Alice - I haven't seen Tsuna for a long time! Did Tsuna miss me?!"

The girl has long curly hair like golden waves, eyes as blue as the deep sea, and wears a cute dress. Her movements are childish and cute. When she raises her head, she looks like a giant puppet with a soul, staring at the person who comes.

Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but hesitate for a moment.

Of course, his hesitation was not because of how likable this funny little girl was. Firstly, she at least looked like a child, and secondly, it was because of what she called herself.

——Alice.

To be honest, Sawada Tsunayoshi has met many "Alices" during his wanderings.

Some of them are good at singing and dancing, some have smiles as sweet as silver bells, some sit on high sand dunes and play camel bells, and some stand on clock towers to attract pigeons from afar. However, in Japan, there is only one "Alice" that Tsunayoshi Sawada is familiar with.

During the short time he spent on the Swallow Rider, besides Akiko Yosano, the only other "woman" that Tsunayoshi Sawada was able to come into contact with was Alice.

She looked completely different from the cute girl she is now, and even her height was much taller - at least in Sawada Tsunayoshi's memory, "himself" always looked up at Miss Alice.

Unlike Mori Gugai, although he knows that there is a complex connection between Alice and Mori Gugai, Sawada Tsunayoshi still cannot be cold to the doll lady who has taken care of him for some time.

Hesitantly, he caught the girl who was flying towards him, said "ah", and touched her long, golden, satin hair.

"Did you miss me?" she asked eagerly.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes wandered for a moment.

Cheating is supposed to be the specialty of the extremely vicious mafia. Even Gin, who adheres to the principle of not talking too much whenever possible, is good at it. He often deceives the guys who are doomed to die into believing that there is another way out.

However, even though Sawada Tsunayoshi was a mafia boss who was extremely vicious and even more evil, and had successfully deceived his closest partners, when faced with this little girl who was looking at him coquettishly, his eyes couldn't help but wander for a moment.

Alice exploded like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"A-Tsuna!!" she screamed, "I'm angry! I'm really angry! I'm super, super, super angry! Is A-Tsuna an idiot?!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi let out a "hmm" and subconsciously began to beg for mercy. He felt that it would be better for him to face the old fox Mori Ougai... At least the other party would not be angry and act like a spoiled child like Rambo.

But perhaps knowing how he felt, Mori Ougai not only did not join in the conversation between the two, he even lowered his head like a guardian and whispered something to Dazai Osamu. The night was low and the moonlight was gentle, as if there really was something called fatherly love and filial piety lingering between the two of them.

In short, just ignore the noise here.

Meanwhile, Sawada Tsunayoshi had to face Alice's "anger" until he lost his country and ceded territory to pay compensation. He agreed to buy little dresses together, eat little cakes together, tease Rintaro together, and wear little dresses together...

"No, this won't work!" Tsunayoshi Sawada braked the car as he approached the door.

"oh."

Alice, who wasn't actually that angry -- after all, even the emotion of "anger" was set up by Mori Ogai -- lowered her head and gently hugged Sawada Tsunayoshi's arm and rubbed it.

"Will Gang leave?" she asked. There seemed to be curiosity in her words, but also a hint of pleading, making her tone irresistible.

Invisible words flowed between Mori Ogai and Alice like a ribbon.

The black-haired doctor who seemed to be chatting and bickering with Dazai Osamu was actually manipulating the blonde doll girl, trying to get as much important information as possible. His expression, tone, and posture were all carefully designed by Mori Ogai, and his purpose was naturally to extract more information... If possible, keeping the other party by his side forever for his use would be the best choice.

If he had [Sawada Tsunayoshi], if he had a man-made god like Amaterasu, a mere Yokohama would naturally be in his pocket.

Not only that, the fallen hair, the coffee drunk, and the port mafia at 4:30 in the morning will all become things in memory.

How could this not make Sen Ou happy?

Sawada Tsunayoshi pursed his lips.

He withdrew his gaze from Mori Ougai and heard Alice muttering, "You don't have to tell me. I don't want to know anyway. It's that bastard Rintaro who wants to know." He couldn't help but rub her head.

"I'll probably stay for a while." He said softly, not answering Mori Ougai, but answering Alice, "Do you know, Alice, I'm writing poetry now?"

The little girl with special abilities exclaimed "Wow" in support, her blue eyes sparkling with brilliance, and the words "show me, show me, show me quickly" were written almost clearly on her face.

Sawada Tsunayoshi felt a little regretful for saying this to divert Alice's attention.

But the matter was done, and he could only bite the bullet and answer Alice's barrage of questions, while trying to maintain his nonexistent vest.

——After all, if the other party knew that he was wandering and creating with Homer, they would naturally be able to figure out his "pen name".

There is nothing that can be done about it.

Sawada Tsunayoshi caressed the little girl who didn't get an answer, and sighed in his heart.

After all, he is really a rookie.

The Chinese language subject was not easy for him at that time. Those chirping and frog-jumping waka songs were completely destroyed by the miniature version of X-BURNER as soon as they entered the mind of the little godfather who was better at fighting and killing.

The most creative work he has ever written is probably the dream he wrote in elementary school about becoming a robot. This dream has become more realistic after Mosca was born. Imagine making Mosca bigger and stronger and digging a control room inside that can accommodate humans. Isn't this the Gundam Simplified version that Tsunayoshi Sawada has always dreamed of? !

Apart from this kind of work, Sawada Tsunayoshi's Chinese language skills were just barely passing under the guidance of his private tutor.

Therefore, it is not quite good enough to be placed between Homer and Verlaine.

But just because he's not good enough doesn't mean these two don't like to take him out to play.

In front, there is the strong recommendation of the evergreen Homer in the literary world, and in the back, there is the strong praise of the rising star of the poetry world Verlaine. Although Sawada Tsunayoshi feels that his poetry is still far from good, under the leadership of these two big guys, he actually has some strange fans who say, "Although I don't know what he is describing, the writing is very gentle and my favorite poet is recommending it, so I might as well take a look."

So as long as one knows one of Homer and Verlaine and knows his relationship with the two, it is not difficult to deduce his pen name.

Relying on his age, Tsunayoshi Sawada fooled Alice, but when he came to his senses he found himself at a fork in the road.

"Well... who are you going with?"

Mori Ogai, who had obtained a lot of information through Alice, asked while stroking his chin.

Sawada Tsunayoshi glanced at him.

The doctor, who knew when to stop, hummed and pointed in his own direction.

"I almost forgot to tell Tsunayoshi-kun," he said, "Don't look at me like this now. I am now the leader of the Hong Kong Black Hand Gang."

He was like a black-hearted fox trying to lure a rabbit with a small fish, with the tip of his tail hooked up. "If you come with me, I'll definitely reserve a room for Tsunayoshi in the Port Mafia dormitory."

Mori Ouwai looked at the alert brown-haired young man and felt that he was not as easy to deceive as before, but he still continued to deceive him diligently.

"Or Tsunayoshi-kun, how about living with me and Alice?" He thought for a moment, recalling the lie he had told to ease the mood when he first tried to seduce her. "That is, we are half-brothers anyway."

Sawada Tsunayoshi: …

He didn't expect that Mori Ouwai still remembered this incident.

However, in this world, his "half-brother" actually already has a Verlaine.

Thinking of the other party's obsession with "brothers" and the fact that Mori Ogai was obviously a human, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but reveal an expression of wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"I think Dr. Mori should say less such things in the future," he said sincerely.

Mori Owl purred and tilted his head in a cute way.

"Do you mind, Tsunayoshi-kun?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi: No, I'm more worried that you will be hunted down by Verlaine who knows about this.

He retracted his hesitant expression and thought that Sen Ou was not an important person, so he was not prepared to pay any attention to him.

Mori Ogai tries to use Alice's cute tricks.

However, when one person and one special ability are put together, particularly conspicuous words linger between the two, making Sawada Tsunayoshi unable to confuse himself that Alice may have her own consciousness and is indeed a lovely girl.

And the thought that the lovely Alice is actually controlled by Moriguwai, and Moriguwai's face is placed on Alice's body...

Even Tsunayoshi Sawada found it a bit eye-catching.

He decided to ignore it and looked away.

"Where's Dazai-kun?" he asked, his short brown hair melting a little under the light. "Can I stay at your place for a while?"

Dazai Osamu immediately showed a resistance expression.

Even though he lived in just a shabby container, Dazai Osamu did not want anyone else to set foot in his territory.

However, after seeing Sawada Tsunayoshi's "request", Mori Owai's expression suddenly became pitiful, and the evil-minded guy proudly raised his invisible cat tail.

"Of course...if you wish." Dazai Osamu put his arm around Sawada Tsunayoshi's neck with a fake smile, and showed a smug smile to Mori Owl, "After all, compared to Mr. Mori who is bald at a young age, people of the same age like us have more things to talk about."

He curled his eyes, and his depressed mood subtly improved a lot. The bandage on his face rubbed against Sawada Tsunayoshi's chubby cheeks that were raised by Weilan, but he didn't care and even rubbed it.

Dazai Osamu was more lively than he was in the police station. He looked like a clockwork object or a mean cat, ticking away.