【“Please go to hell.”】
——Although the other party did not say this sentence, the moment he heard those syllables clearly, this sentence suddenly popped into Sawada Tsunayoshi's mind.
The speaker was an "old friend", a man named Brandon Jessot.
After saying this, the man with a smile on his face pulled out a gun from his arms, pointed it at the tenth generation of the Vongola, and fired bullets as if jokingly.
Contrary to his expression as if he was joking, it was a real bullet, not some favorite toy sold by children on the roadside stalls that would shoot flowers when the trigger was pressed.
In fact, because the target is the leader of the Vongola and the most important member of the Seven Powers, even the bullets are specially made with "destructive" properties, special bullets that can destroy the "rules".
Bai Lan Jesuo put down his gun, and the smile in his eyes was covered by ice the moment he opened his eyes.
——That is his true identity as the leader of Millefiore and the owner of the Marley Ring.
Cold and indifferent, he regards everything in the world as nothing.
At this time, the boy who was speaking as if in a joke stood on the guardrail, leaning down to extend the invitation.
——At this moment, in his eyes, Sawada Tsunayoshi seemed to see those cold and heartless purple eyes again.
The Godfather subconsciously lit the fire.
In the cold darkness, a cluster of golden-red flames flickered in the misty night, bringing a long-lost warmth to Dazai Osamu's cold body and mind.
His fingers hanging in his coat moved slightly, as if he wanted to reach out and touch the flame.
However, reason stopped him, stopped the young man who wanted to throw himself into the fire, and pulled him away from the beautiful, powerful and dangerous existence.
Dazai Osamu tried to force a laugh.
However, before he could smile, he saw the ball of fire suddenly approaching.
A bit too close.
Dazai Osamu thought.
This warm feeling, which made mice run away in fear in the dampness, was a little strange to him. The young man, who even had to admit that he was indeed inextricably linked with the darkness, could not help but move back a little, feeling extremely uncomfortable with the excessive warmth.
Want to escape.
However, before he could run away, a pair of hands stretched out from under the flames that looked like a huge fireball.
The flames brought people back to life (not really).
The hands reached out and touched the bandage around his neck, causing Dazai to wonder if he would see an angel or a devil if those hands were to strangle him.
However, it was not as he wished. The hands simply passed by his neck lightly, and then pressed on his forehead with a softness and warmth that made him feel uncomfortable.
It was as if Dazai Osamu was sealed by this blow, unable to even move.
Under the scorching firelight, he lowered his head and looked into the golden-red pupils under the flames.
It is difficult to describe what Dazai Osamu was thinking at the time.
He seemed to be thinking a lot, but also seemed to be thinking nothing. He just lost the ability to speak temporarily because of the gaze between them.
"you……"
"You have a fever?"
——Two voices sounded almost at the same time.
Dazai Osamu raised his eyelids in a daze and fell into the golden-red flames.
Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that there was something wrong with Dazai Osamu from the beginning.
But if it is a dangerous situation, such as the danger that a young man you know is being manipulated by someone, it is a little different.
So Sawada Tsuneyoshi followed Dazai Osamu with a little caution, ready to see what this little bastard Osamu was going to do.
But I didn't expect to receive an invitation to commit suicide for love from the other party.
Upon hearing the invitation, Sawada Tsunayoshi said: …
Although Dazai Osamu probably didn't see it, but at that moment, the Godfather's face did reveal an expression that was subtle, complex, and ultimately sad.
Even if it is later discovered that the child is actually sick and his head is already boiling, it would probably be cooked if an egg was placed on it (but it couldn't).
In this case, the child may not even understand what he is saying.
Sawada, although he looks like a teenager, theoretically his mental age is younger, but in fact his soul is that of an adult. Tsunayoshi sighed in his heart, stretched out his hand and touched the black-haired boy, and confirmed that although the other party did not have a brain burn, he was probably close to it.
He sighed helplessly.
"Forget it." The Godfather said, stretching out his hand and trying to pick up the other person like a cat.
Mr. Dazai Osamu is a young man who is still in his growth period.
Often when people say things like "still in the growth stage" or "huge potential for development", they often mean that these guys are not actually that heavy or that tall.
But that doesn't mean that Sawada Tsunayoshi can really pick someone up like a cat.
After all, this shell is not his original shell, but the shell of a weak artificial little god.
Therefore, when Sawada Tsunayoshi tried hard to pull Dazai Osamu up like pulling a cat or pulling a radish, but failed to do so, Dazai Osamu tilted his head.
The black-haired young man didn't think there was anything wrong with him.
Dazai Osamu was still floating in the river when he received a call from Mori Ogai to take Sawada Tsunayoshi to the Port Building.
As he was floating in the water-resistant and waterproof bag, his cell phone rang before he even let it go.
After receiving the mission, Dazai Osamu floated for a while, and calculated in his mind that if he continued to float along the river, it would take until almost dawn to reach the window of Sawada Tsunayoshi. The young man could not help but give up the labor-saving method of being an ordinary floating corpse, and went ashore with one step deep and one shallow.
As expected, Sen Gu, who had installed a locator in his teeth, had already calculated his drifting location and sent a car to pick up this difficult kid who had nothing to do and just jumped into the water.
Dazai Osamu decided to find an opportunity to beat himself up and replace the tooth that had hit the position.
In the past, the driver might have been Nakajima Atsushi.
Although he is a minor, his driving skills are surprisingly stable. The white-haired boy is also good at observing people's expressions. He is one of the few people who will not accidentally poke the quasi-official of the port mafia while chatting and get kicked out of the car.
But today, perhaps because something happened suddenly, Mori Ou sent a member from outside to pick him up.
Dazai Osamu glanced at the man and pulled out the corresponding face in his mind.
Oh, it's a new guy.
Then the notorious quasi-officer of the port mafia got into the luxury car with the air conditioning turned up high.
As soon as I sat down, I couldn't help sneezing.
If it was Nakajima Atsushi or someone else, they would have been tactful enough to turn on the heater at this time.
But this young man didn't.
Dazai Osamu was silent for a while, then in a sarcastic tone asked the newcomer to turn off the cold air, and he himself lowered the window and opened his arms to the night breeze.
——With that said, it seems natural to have a cold and a fever.
Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know what Dazai Osamu did before coming to his house. He only knew that the child's temperature was unusually high, and he had just been blown by the night wind...
Thinking of this, the Godfather, who had not slept well for several nights because of his younger brother who had been admitted to the ICU with a high fever, became nervous.
However, before he could show his strength and pull Dazai up as forcefully as he did to Rambo, the other party raised his face in dissatisfaction when he saw that he had been hesitating for a long time without making any move.
Then he stretched out his hands and embraced me naturally like a tree sloth.
He held him tightly with his hands and feet, and rubbed around like a cat, then found the brown-haired boy's neck and put his head on it, rubbing it cutely.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
The Godfather, wearing little lion slippers, began to think about why he didn't sleep tonight and ran around with a child who looked like his brain was burned.
But no matter how much he thought, he couldn't change the current situation. He couldn't help but sigh, realizing that he had already used up all his strength to hold the cat that was flying towards him. He had no choice but to turn around and seek help.
"Well, I can help...be careful!"
As soon as the words fell, a black beast suddenly rose from the darkness and just brushed past the side of the port mafia member.
Sawada Tsunayoshi lit a fire in his hand, but because Dazai Osamu was still clinging to him, he lost the chance to pursue further, and the opponent was away after one strike, and in the blink of an eye, he was out of their sight.
The moonlight revealed a corner of the darkness, and Sawada Tsunayoshi realized that the seaside they were on was the edge of a unique area in Yokohama.
That was a place that existed before Leibo Street was formed, a place of disaster, full of death and garbage.
To be honest, Sawada Tsunayoshi had been to such a place before, so he immediately understood the reason for the one-hit-and-leave move that had just appeared.
If anything, there was someone in Vongola who knew this place better than him.
After all, it was known that the man was born in such a place before he became the adopted son of Timoteo the Ninth.
That was Xanxus, who lived in the slums of northern Italy before being brought back to the Vongola family by the ninth leader.
And coincidentally, there is also a slum in Yokohama.
Mori Ogai is preparing to develop the slum market recently, and this task naturally falls on Dazai Osamu, who can be temporarily called Mori Ogai's confidant and is a rare person in the inner world who does not act on intuition but thinks with his brain.
Tsunayoshi Sawada thought that this might be the reason why Dazai Osamu brought him here.
After all, even though my brain was short-circuited, but as the saying goes, you dream about what you think about during the day. Maybe it was because of this fever that I came here subconsciously.
Perhaps he was infected by Dazai Osamu, and a series of strange things flashed through his mind.
Tsunayoshi Sawada shook his head.
He asked the port driver to drive the car, and he was thinking in his heart that this was not a place where he could stay for long.
But at the same time, he was somewhat confused. After all, in his memory, the area designated as "slums" was not here.
If anything, the slums are located further away... like an area destined to be abandoned, far away from the center of Yokohama.
So now is...
The brown-haired boy was puzzled when he suddenly heard some movement in the darkness. He supported Dazai Osamu who was standing in front of him and looked towards the darkness with a serious and vigilant expression.
"Who?" he asked.
A black-haired boy walked out of the darkness.
He looked like a typical slum kid, incredibly skinny, and wearing black clothes that had been washed so many times that they looked pale.
He stood in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi and could be considered a decent child.
Seeing that it was a child, Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression softened a little.
“Ahem.”
The other person clenched his fist and coughed twice, but it was not the kind of cough that was intentional to attract attention, but he was really not feeling well.
Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but glance sideways at him.
The black-haired boy had strange hair style and eyebrows. Although his hair was short black, the two strands near his cheeks seemed to have faded in color, gradually turning white at the ends.
He raised his eyes and looked at Dazai Osamu who was in a high fever state, with no emotion visible in his eyes.
"Please put down the man you hold," he said, "I have a grudge against him."
——If there is a grudge, it must be taken.
Understanding the implication, Sawada Tsunayoshi slowly frowned.
The situation here is explosive, and the other side is not having an easy time either.
Mori Ou sat with Zhongyuan Chuuya without any temper or airs, and talked to the King of Sheep in a good mood.
It has to be said that when Mori Ogai wants to build a good relationship with someone, a man who has a unique understanding of the psychology of human beings may be invincible in interpersonal communication.
Although he was on guard in his heart, facing the cunning adult, the King of Sheep still couldn't resist and almost sold himself out with his words.
Fortunately, there was Rimbaud by his side, who was able to pull him back when he saw through Mori Owl's trick, preventing the naive lamb from stepping into the trap.
However, as time passed, Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help but look outside the door frequently.
Naturally, this little action could not escape the eyes of the people outside the forest.
The man couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
"Oh my, I don't know why Tsunayoshi-kun hasn't arrived yet," he said hypocritically, "He should have arrived a long time ago. Did something happen on the way?"
Alice, who was drawing on the side, raised her head and joined him in a duet.
"Something happened? What happened?"
Sen Ouwai covered his mouth and thought for a while.
"It doesn't seem like anything happened? But it could be a coincidence."
The girl with long golden hair blinked and said, "Since this is possible, it could also be that Gang doesn't want to come out."
She glanced at Nakahara Chuuya, who seemed motionless. Upon closer inspection, she saw no lively light in his big blue eyes. They looked like ordinary glass beads embedded in the doll's eye sockets.
Alice tilted her head and said innocently and cruelly, "Because Tsuna doesn't remember anything now, big brother is not important to him at all."
"If it's not important, there's no need to travel thousands of miles to come here."
Nakahara Chuuya was stung by these words.
Even though he had been told by Rambol that the blond kid was Mori Owl and that all his innocence was just an act, his brows still jumped when he heard these words.
The ochre-haired boy reacted quickly, but it was obvious that his acting skills were not as proficient as those of the Godfather.
The King of Sheep, who was forced to do something unpleasant, lowered his eyes - this action could well cover up his big eyes that were at a loss and revealed his mood - he really didn't know what to say, so he could only recall Rimbaud's teachings, hold down his hat with one hand, and snorted coldly.
"Hmph, that guy..." He didn't know what to say, so he snorted again.
"snort."
——Opposite him, looking at the King of Sheep with his mind in turmoil, Mori Ougai felt something was a little strange, but still smiled with a determined look. :……
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