Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know whether his brother and Mr. Randou had telepathic connection.
The Godfather closed his eyes and tried to feel it, and what he could be sure of was that there was no such thing between him and Verlaine.
After all, they are plastic brothers who changed careers halfway.
The brown-haired young man thought so and looked at the sneaky Nakahara Chuuya with some regret.
——Since there is no such strange thing as telepathy between him and Verlaine, then the warm and smooth relationship between him and Chuuya is also gone.
Thinking of this, he was able to subtly understand Verlaine's mood at certain moments and felt deeply regretful about it.
Although there was no telepathy, the two parties were able to sit down peacefully and exchange their ideas calmly.
Three people represent three different positions.
Randou has always been pursuing the light in his memory, and found the answer in Chuuya; Nakahara Chuuya is looking for the philosophical question of where he came from, and he also got confirmation from Randou.
As for the remaining one...
"Don't look at me like that, I'll be shy."
——Although he said this, his expression showed no shyness or joking. Dazai Osamu held a cup of bitter tea in his hand. Even in this posture, his black suit jacket was firmly fixed on his shoulders, making people want to explore what was under the shoulders of the black suit (ahem).
The black-haired boy raised his eyes. Unlike his "lively" attitude just now, the opponent now seemed to be the ghost that brought death to the port mafia in the legend. There was no light in his iris-colored eyes. Although it was an old man's action of holding tea in both hands, he felt that he would draw his gun in the next second or that this cup of tea was a useful assassination weapon.
It's quite strange.
But to be honest, Sawada Tsunayoshi has never seen anyone poison someone in this way...Except for the random murders on the street in the previous world, everyone seemed to like poisoning people there, but in his original world...
The Godfather pondered the Vongola assassination methods for a while, and found that the one he was most familiar with was actually the assassination unit Varian, which nominally belonged to the ninth generation.
Varian...
When he thought of this high-quality name, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't help but subconsciously cover his stomach, feeling a stomachache.
Oh, the stomach doesn’t seem to be in this area.
Anyway, it's just a stomachache.
Just thinking about the high-quality secret (open) killing troops who clamored for high quality and the high-quality Vongola Tenth Generation's resignation, as well as the endless troubles and righteous bills that the other party represented, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but want to find Xiamal to write him a medical record.
At least keep Varian away from here when he comes to Vongola.
——That was the naive thought of the young godfather at that time.
Later, he discovered that the old ones are the wisest, and hiding away to the ends of the earth would not help solve the problem. Instead, the castle that had been inherited by the Vongola for hundreds of years would once again suffer a heavy blow that it should not have suffered at this age.
In short, after saying so much, I actually just want to say that the current Dazai Osamu has a very "mafia" temperament.
Whether it's Randou or Nakahara Chuuya, although both of them are not good people - although Nakahara Chuuya even helps old ladies cross the street - but when it comes to this kind of darkness, as if being covered by endless black mud without even a chance to breathe, it has to be Dazai Osamu.
At this moment, the young man lowered his brows and nonchalantly played with the teacup in his hand.
"Although I would like to say that I have achieved my goal, unfortunately, I may not have." He said, "Mr. Mori gave me the task of finding out the truth about the resurrection of the predecessor, and in fact, the man's target is undoubtedly Mr. Randou."
He raised his eyelids, looking tired and gloomy. "Now the truth is out, but do I have to go back and tell that man, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Mori. Although I have found out that Mr. Lantang is the man who manipulated the corpses of the previous generations, I can't beat him, so I can only retreat tactically first."
He spoke the following part in a shrill voice. I don’t know who he imitated, but it sounded so lifelike for some unknown reason.
The young man rolled his eyes imperceptibly.
"And the dwarf here is also one of Mr. Mori's targets. He definitely won't join the port mafia in this state, right?" He shrugged. Although he was able to find a way to let Nakahara Chuuya in, he felt subtly uncomfortable when he saw the brown-haired young man over there.
As for the source of this unhappiness, Dazai Osamu couldn't figure it out for a moment.
Therefore, he could only simply attribute it to his hostility towards Nakahara Chuuya.
After all, he is a dwarf with a simple mind but well-developed limbs, a little slug - obviously just a little slug, but he lives more like a human than humans like him, and is loved by some guys.
Just thinking about this, Dazai Osamu felt goosebumps all over his body.
So he is disgusting.
He thought, and therefore put on a not very happy face.
Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know why he was suddenly upset by the black-haired bluefish. The ochre-haired young man was subtly stunned for a moment, and then felt a subtle dissatisfaction, so he snorted and glared back.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, who didn't know how these two people suddenly started to "exchange feelings", said: ...
He looked at the two kids a little bit out of step with the young people, and then looked at Lan Tang with some hesitation. The black-haired young man was probably in a Buddhist state at this moment, pleasing everything. He looked at the two cats playing with each other, and even smiled peacefully while holding the thermos.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
fine.
He thought it was time to hint in the next letter he sent to his brother whether Verlaine should take his relatives, friends and partners to the hospital for a check-up.
The Godfather covered his head, feeling a headache.
There were some things that Dazai Osamu knew even without him saying them, so he thought about it, and after his thoughts turned over and over in his mind, he raised his eyes and smiled.
"In that case, please take me back, Dazai."
"Huh?"
"ha?"
"Ai?"
——The above three modal particles come from three different people.
The Godfather, who had successfully attracted the attention of everyone present with just a few words, pinched his cheek with his fingers and showed a slightly shy smile.
“Since you couldn’t bring Chuuya back, then bringing me back would be the same thing,” he pursed his lips, “Besides, I might be able to fight better than Chuuya who is young and easily controlled.”
This made the ochre-haired boy, who was always very confident in his strength, a little angry.
But remembering the other party's move to separate himself, Dazai and Randou, he quickly calmed down.
Although I don't want to admit it, maybe...
"but……"
As if knowing what he was going to say, Sawada Tsunayoshi raised one index finger and made a gesture of silence in front of his lips.
"No buts," he said softly, "I can guarantee that Mr. Mori will be satisfied when he sees me."
No, it's not a question of satisfaction or dissatisfaction.
Nakahara Chuuya was rarely a little anxious.
And why should they care whether Mr. Mori is satisfied or not? He is a customer - he means, is he God? Why should everyone take into account whether he is satisfied or not?
But no matter how much he muttered in his heart, when the brown-haired boy approached, Nakahara Chuuya temporarily lost his ability to think.
Something brown and furry touched his cheek.
Then something pressed against his forehead.
Zhongyuan Chuuya realized later that it was the boy's brown hair.
Although he had been rubbed by the other party intentionally or unintentionally several times, Nakahara Chuuya did not have many opportunities to secretly touch the other party's short hair.
At this moment, the soft brown things touched his forehead, and some of them brushed against his cheeks. It was a soft touch like spring.
The other person's soft laughter came to his ears, as if it was laughing right next to his ear, and went straight into the depths of his soul.
Then the brown-haired boy came close to him.
Forehead to forehead, Nakahara Chuuya vaguely recalled that that was the place where the flame lit up when the opponent used fire, and suddenly he felt a secret shudder.
It was as if the soul was suddenly brought close, and as if the missing half of the soul was attracted and became inseparable again.
Nakahara Chuuya even felt that a long time ago, when this body was unconscious, in a place like the bottom of the sea where he could not see anything even with his eyes open, he was in the same room with such a person, snuggling with each other, as if he were in his mother's womb.
"It's okay, don't worry about me, Chuuya."
——He heard Sawada Tsunayoshi say.
Who is worried about you?
Nakahara Chuuya wanted to refute him like this, but he found that he seemed to have lost the strength to open his mouth, so he could only give up.
"What a cunning fellow." He couldn't help but mutter, clenched his left fist, and gently hammered on Sawada Tsunayoshi's shoulder. After a moment of silence, he said, "Be careful."
There is no objection to this.
Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but frown.
"Yes, sir." He said jokingly, "my master."
The strange sticky scene made Dazai Osamu look nauseous.
While Lan Tang was watching the scene of brothers being so affectionate in front of him, he began to wonder whether he should buy a camera or something.
After all, his relatives and friends are not here, so he has to help record the growth of his younger brothers.
Dazai was about to turn around and complain to Randou:...
Dazai felt that he was being excluded.
Therefore, it is understandable that when Sawada Tsunayoshi followed Dazai Osamu back to the building belonging to the port mafia, the other party still had a sour face.
Sawada Tsunayoshi wanted to ease the mood of the stinky-faced cat, but when he saw the guard at the door didn't look surprised at all, he suddenly realized that this was probably Dazai Osamu's daily state in the port mafia.
So that's what mafia is?
So he looked around secretly and also frowned.
Hmm...it feels similar to when he turns on death mode.
Recalling that when he first became the leader, he often used death mode to deal with other people's "attention" in order to cope with mafia gatherings, Sawada Tsunayoshi withdrew his hand that was about to coax the cat.
As expected of Dazai, he's surprisingly reliable in a place like this.
The Godfather couldn't help but sigh.
Dazai Osamu, who seemed to be subtly waiting for someone's "flattery", waited until the elevator reached the office floor where Mori Ogai was, but he didn't hear what he wanted to hear, and his face became even gloomier.
He clapped his hands and waited for the sound of the elevator reaching the floor.
Sawada Tsunayoshi restrained his expression and followed Dazai Osamu in.
A red figure came out from the door and hugged Sawada Tsunayoshi's arm.
"It's Gang!" The girl with long golden hair raised her head and shouted happily.
Facing Alice, who had at least taken care of him, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but soften his expression even though he knew that this was a special ability of Mori Oogai.
"Yes, it's me." He hesitated, ruffled Alice's long hair, and looked at her closing her eyes and enjoying herself comfortably. He always felt like being pricked by needles on his back.
Then the brown-haired young man withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.
Dazai Osamu was led back downstairs by Alice who was hiding behind Sawada Tsunayoshi. The blonde girl hugged Sawada Tsunayoshi's arm and chattered non-stop, leading him to the office outside Mori Ou.
A young man walked over from the other end of the corridor.
Sawada Tsunayoshi frowned and became alert.
Sure enough, when the other party passed by him, something was stuck to his body.
The thing was very light, perhaps just a piece of paper, and if it weren't for Tsunayoshi Sawada, it might not have been found at all.
Alice seemed to be motionless, but her demeanor was visibly relaxed.
So this is Mori Ou's plan?
Is it a bomb? Or something else?
Countless thoughts flashed through Sawada Tsunayoshi's mind until he heard the sound of a cuckoo clock.
His vision blurred.
When I came to my senses, I was standing in front of Sen Ouwai.
The man with black hair and red eyes hasn't changed much from the impression I had, except that his hairline seems to be a little further back than last time (ahem).
At this time, he stood in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi, stroked his cheek with one hand, and smiled slightly when he saw that he woke up.
His eyes were intimate and cherishing, as if he was looking at some important collection.
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked slowly, and feeling that all of his body's functions were fine, he decided to hold off for the time being.
After a while, Sen Ou opened his mouth.
"Who are you?"
——he asked.
Sawada Tsunayoshi recalled the identity of the man just now.
Another prospective officer of the Port Mafia. The name of his special ability is not yet known, but it is said that he can hypnotize people. He is considered Dazai Osamu's "predecessor" and the king of the Port Mafia.
At this point, it was obvious that he was "hypnotized" by the other party.
So Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked slowly, silently reciting in his mind the various disguise techniques that Rantang had taught him in the middle of the night, and showed a look of confusion and innocence on his face at the right time.
"Who am I?"
he asked.
Then Sen Ou widened his eyes slightly, curled the corners of his lips, and after a while, burst into laughter.
After he burst into laughter, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"You are Tsunayoshi," he said. "You are an important family member to me. You are my younger brother."
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