About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

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Ms. Hongye closed the folding fan in her hand, tapped my head with the side bone, and nodded her eyebrows, and then sighed.

My sense of guilt grew out of nothing during her series of actions, and then swelled like a ball of old dough.

Well, I shouldn't have lied, but isn't the situation imperative!

Telling people that I am from ten years ago can easily put me in a passive position, after all, I don't know anything about myself ten years from now.For example, if you look at the current battle - three of the five major cadres of the port mafia (Akutagawa has struggled for ten years and finally got a promotion and salary increase, let us applaud him) are accompanying me to buy clothes, if I am a little stupid Maybe I will think that I will join Hong Kong gangsters ten years later!

"So did I join Gang Hei?" I raised my head and asked Zhong Ye.

"No, you are a homeless person most of the time." Zhong also took out "my" mobile phone from the locker and handed it to me with a blank expression.From a distance, I heard Ms. Hongye's sigh again, as if regretting not being able to work with me.Then Zhong also added: "Or if you think 'vagrant' is not good, you can think that you will be a 'freelancer' when you grow up."

"I'm sure I can afford to support myself anyway," I muttered under my breath.

Chuya nodded after hearing this, and agreed with me, "That's true."

One of the benefits of not having changed in ten years is that both FACEID and fingerprint authentication still know me.

But I was not in a hurry to spy on my own ** ten years later.

Zhong also asked me why I was staring blankly.

I said I didn't know if I should look at my phone.

He looked at me blankly and asked, isn't it all yours anyway?

I oops, but the me ten years later will be me and not me!

Things are in constant motion, and motion is absolute!

Zhong didn't really want to talk to me, so he pinched my face again with a slightly sad expression.

He doesn't look very pretty.This kind of bad feeling obviously comes from me-it's like you raise a cat and a dog, and when you first teach them to shake hands, you yell passwords and shout almost to the mouth. After several months or even years of continuous domestication, your cat and dog finally understand your commands. When you shout the password again, the paw with full pad elasticity will automatically be placed in your palm.Such progress, such a stark contrast, will naturally make you shed tears of relief immediately, and at the same time, you have been talking about it for so long. It’s not in vain to be a shit-shoveling officer—but when this cat and this dog still go their own way, they take your password as their own. How do you feel when there is wind in your ears?

It is impossible to throw it away, and the little guy I raise should be with him until the end of his life.I can't fight, because I don't want to, and I haven't made any principled mistakes.

So naturally, all that was left was frowning and sighing, lamenting that his fate was bad, why did he meet such a bratty kid who hadn't made much progress in the past ten years.

I asked how he recognized me.

He said he didn't know, anyway, he didn't feel like it.

I said you feel amazing.

He said who do you think your brother is.

I asked him what the ten-year rocket launcher was.

Zhong also explained that it was a secret weapon passed down from generation to generation by the Povino family of the Italian mafia.

The person who gets hit will switch with himself ten years later, but this phenomenon, which is not supported by any scientific principles and cannot be found, can only last for 5 minutes in the eternal life (however, I think 5 minutes is already terrible , enough for future people to leave something for their former self).

I blinked, pointed to my nose and said, "But I've been here for 10 minutes?"

"Huh?" Zhong also opened his mouth.

"Me! Say! I've been here! Been here for 10 minutes!"

Amidst my angry announcement, I saw Chuya's face turn pale.

He turned his head in a daze to ask Ms. Hongye for proof. The joint between the head and the cervical spine seemed to be a machine that had been in disrepair for a long time, creaking and struggling to operate—until Ms. Hongye nodded to him helplessly, as evidence for me, and learned everything Zhong also almost recited it in one breath.

The next two hours were probably the busiest I've spent in years.Having to face the reality of "I may not be able to go back ten years ago for a while", Zhong also quickly informed Mr. Mori of this matter.

During this period, Ms. Hongye tried her best to make up for me a series of knowledge and common sense ten years later - in addition to the assets in my hands, it also includes the changes in the Prime Minister's cabinet, the recently promulgated policies and regulations, the Tokyo Stock Exchange This week's turnover, celebrity assets listed in the past three years, updated versions of mobile phone systems, newly completed famous building facilities, popular writers who won the Naoki Award, well-known idol groups that stimulate the national economy, etc. Make sure I don't look particularly like an "old-fashioned" out of touch with the times.

As for the banquet I'm going to attend soon, the host of it, the Mirufiore family - just by hearing the name, you know it's a certain mafia in Europe - obviously has no reputation.

A well-known mafia family must have experienced decades or even hundreds of years of accumulation and precipitation. Compared with many old European mafia, the port mafia can only be regarded as a young kid.

It takes less than ten years for a seed to grow into a towering tree, but Miru Fiore is an exception.

There are many reasons for its becoming the behemoth that has already spread its claws into Japan.

For example, Miru Fiore is actually formed by the merger of the [Jesso Family], which was established not long ago, and the [Girionello Family], which has a history that can stand shoulder to shoulder with the centuries-old Mafia Vengley.

Another example is the real leader of Mirufiore, Bran Jesso of [Jeso Family], a young man who can be rated as "remarkable" by Mr. Sen.

Another example is that because the leader of Mirufiore graduated from university not long ago, his thinking is quite trendy, and at the same time he has made a lot of contacts in school, so he took this opportunity to poach many scientists to work for him.Many new weapons researched over the years have greatly enhanced the fighting power of the family members, and there are exaggerated claims that they can even arm people to the point where they can compete with those with abilities such as supernatural powers, personalities, and flames of death.

They will go deep into Japan. At the beginning, in the name of the investment research institute, they will continue to send cutting-edge technology personnel to the country. The Ability Secret Service Division wants to get to the bottom of it, but there are many obstacles-there are too many interest chains involved. If you want to cut the mess quickly, apart from the various companies, you have to ask the Imperial Household Agency, the Ministry of Finance, and the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology whether they are willing or not.

"Wait, may I ask! What is the Flame of Death Qi?" I asked the question prettily.

"Essentially, it is a kind of life energy guided by a specific person through a specific method. It has its unique attributes and corresponding functions. It is a supernatural power but not a supernatural power. The product of the Italian mafia's hundreds of years of combat power development ...Well, since it has been passed down for so long, it probably isn't a dross." Ms. Hongye, who owns a golden yaksha, resentfully said.

"Then there are very few people who have the flames of death energy?"

"No, the number of people we know so far is already hundreds of people. After all, there are already 75 billion people on the earth. Under this base number, no kind of 'specific' is special, right?"

Ms. Hongye touched my face and told me not to be too uncommon.

One of the few things in the buzzing tutoring that was quite different from what I had guessed, and that lifted my spirits, was that Ryunosuke Akutagawa was not my male partner.

I was invited by Mirufiore alone.

Akutagawa and Ms. Hongye are the Hong Kong and Black people attending the banquet this time.As for Zhongye, as the strongest fighting force in Hong Kong and black, he has to sit in the headquarters.After all, no one knows whether the purpose of this banquet is a Hongmen banquet or an attempt to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

"But why did they invite me, a vagrant?" I blinked.

"...Isn't it because the fund under your name is so profitable." Zhong Ya, who reported the situation to Mr. Mori, picked me up from the sofa, "Sister, how is she doing?"

"Almost, simple chatting can basically pass the test." Ms. Hongye said softly, "But even if someone comes to you, eight out of ten it is for your money. Little rich man, how can you be vague with others? Shall I teach you?"

"That's still useless." I struggled twice in Zhongya's hands, but to no avail, so I hugged his waist and climbed onto Zhongya like a koala.The height from the ground didn't seem to change, so I asked if there was any height in the middle of the pot.

I can clearly feel that when Chuuya was hugged by me, his whole body became a lot stiffer, maybe it's because I haven't hugged him like this for many years.There are many costs to growing up. At 26, I can't really live the exact same life as 16.

"I'm still a child" can probably only be said until the age of 20.

Speaking of which, what do I look like at the age of 26?

Except for Akutagawa Gin and Ms. Hongye who inadvertently revealed in their words that the future me had short hair, I didn't get any more information about myself.

And I never seem to imagine what I will be like ten years from now.

Neither the six-year-old me nor the 16-year-old me have made any specific plans for the next ten years.

Even though I was asked by the teacher to write a propositional composition like "My Ideal" in elementary school, I can't remember the words and sentences I put together on the composition paper at that time.

So why can't I not remember?Obviously my memory is so good?

Once again, another serious question distracted me before I got into big thoughts about life.

The question of whether or not my memory has declined has been haunting me until I arrived at the banquet venue.

Even fools can find out that my surname is linked to the "humanoid self-propelled weapon" of Hong Kong and black, so I followed Ms. Hongye without any burden in the venue.Although I look like a junior high school student, occasionally one or two people who have met me will come up to drink and change.Ms. Hongye kept them away with a smile, if she hadn’t made me pay attention to the white-haired young man who kept shuttling through the crowd—that’s Bailan Jesso, he was pretty good-looking, but his smile made me feel like Mr. Dazai Feeling physically ill - I'll probably continue to be in a daze.

However, even if I wasn't in a daze, I didn't prevent a hand reaching out from behind.

"Hey—how did you become smaller, little one?"

The speaker pinched my cheek, not only did not let go, but also exerted a bit of strength.

In this kind of situation, you can't just hit someone casually. Resisting the urge to throw this person out, I put this hand aside, turned around and saw his appearance clearly.

Ranpo Edogawa, a famous detective of the Armed Detective Agency.

Ten years on, he doesn't look like he's changed at all!