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"Newspaper headline?"

When Tsunayoshi Sawada heard this description, his face was a little puzzled at first, and then he remembered his behavior of flying all the way behind Celty's motorcycle a few days ago: "..."

Sure enough, is it still in the headlines? !

Pengelie Judaimo let out a long low wail.

The man in front of him looked like he was 21, about the same age as Osamu Dazai.He had a kind smile on his face, and his black hair was a little short, like a kind of herbivorous man who didn't threaten at all.The eyes are as clear as red ink, looking at Tsunayoshi Sawada with the kindness and curiosity that ordinary citizens would have.It's just that the almost all black collocation - black fur collar jacket, black lining, black trousers, is indeed in line with his first impression.

To put it simply, the first impression of a man is that he is handsome and kind, which is almost exactly the same as the first impression that Osamu Dazai gave to Sawada.Seeing Tsunayoshi Sawada's appearance, he seemed to think that he didn't know what he was talking about, so he handed out the newspaper rolled into a cylinder: "Do you want to read it?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated for a while, but still took it.He unfolded the newspaper, turned to the headline, and saw a headline written in bold and large font: "Shocked! Who is the boy who is closely related to the black motorcycle?! A discovery beyond human understanding! "

Below is a photo of him flying behind Serti with bare feet and a calm face.However, it may be because the speed of travel was too fast, and Sawada found that the faces of himself and the two teachers were all blurred, and he could only clearly see the orange flame on his forehead.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief.At this time, all his attention was on the newspaper in his hand, so he couldn't see the smile that quietly deepened on the lips of the man in front of him when he saw his facial expression from tense to relaxed.

Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his head, handed the newspaper back, and scratched his face shyly: "Thank you for the newspaper, but unfortunately, the person mentioned on it is not me, after all, I can't just fly up casually .”

The black-haired man refused: "You take it, this newspaper is not expensive," then he blinked his eyes, as if he was a little puzzled, "Really, but the clothes of the person in this photo match You are exactly the same, and your age looks right."

Sawada smiled and said, "It's a coincidence!"

The boy looked down at the photo again.This time, he noticed a few small black words next to the title:

"Writer: Zhichuan on Tuesday."

"Speaking of which," the ordinary citizen of Shinjuku who met by chance seemed to be eager to continue communicating with Sawada Tsunayoshi, "I thought this new urban legend would be from Dollars."

Peng Lie Judaimu was depressed by the word "new urban legend" before realizing what the other party was saying: "Dollars?"

Although the occasion and location were not right, the boy also thought of the number one mafia in his world, and the organization "Vongola" that he would become the tenth generation leader in the future.

"That's right," the red-eyed young man nodded enthusiastically, "It is said that it is a certain Ikebukuro Dose Gang that has become very popular recently. It is obviously a complete organization, but the leader has never shown up or given orders. It is entirely up to the following People freely form cliques and form independent small organizations within various organizations.”

Hearing this seemingly free organization, Tsunayoshi Sawada, who has actually been educated on "how to become a qualified mafia leader", couldn't help but frowned: "If you don't restrain yourself well, it's easy for the people below Something against the law, right?"

The black-haired young man gave him a meaningful look: "That's right, but since some people do bad things to tarnish the reputation of the organization, correspondingly, there will naturally be other people to defend it."

"In my opinion, it is a thriving and interesting organization." In the end, he commented.

Sawada Tsunayoshi took another serious look at the man in front of him several times. At this time, he was sure that he was found on purpose.The still immature future godfather calmed down for the time being, but he still couldn't help revealing the half-distracted anxiety on his face: "So you are here," he thought for a while, and used an adjective that would not make people feel too uncomfortable , "Did you invite me to join Dollars? But I am indeed not the teenager with superpowers in the newspaper, just an ordinary middle school student. It is not good for someone like me to join your organization?"

"It's okay, it's okay," the young man seemed to agree that he was a member of Dollars, and after hearing Sawada's words, he suddenly laughed, showing a nervousness that he didn't have just now, "I, I like to use various All kinds of different people are drawn into Dollars! Whether it’s a genius or an outsider, being ordinary might be a very good attribute! After all, maybe the leader of this organization is just an ordinary person!”

With that said, he took out a ballpoint pen from his coat pocket, and wrote the letters "baccano" next to the newspaper headline that embarrassed Tsunayoshi Sawada, just above the contributor's name.

Sawada held the newspaper with unknown words written on it, and felt a bit troublesome and hot from the bottom of his heart. He didn't want to take it for a while, and he didn't want to throw it directly into the trash can.

As if seeing the boy's distress, the young man put his pen back and stared straight into Sawada's eyes: "This is the password of the Dollars website, and it will only be known after being approved by the members of the organization. Of course, whether you join or simply forget about it, it is your freedom."

After saying these words, the young man flitted away on the street like a butterfly, leaving only Tsunayoshi Sawada, who had already grasped the newspaper badly, alone.

He looked down, the letters "baccano" imprinted on his retina.Sawada sighed, and said with some complaints: "Why does this person talk to himself and is as neurotic as Mr. Dazai?"

Speaking of this, he seemed to suddenly recall something, and suddenly let out a scream: "Oops, I almost forgot! Mr. Ranpo's soda hasn't been bought yet!!"

After waiting for an hour and a half, Ranpo Edogawa finally got his soda and dessert.

The famous detective became angry as a matter of course: "Sawada, you are really too slow, too slow! It's just that the distance from here to the snack shop took so long! Even after chatting with Orihara-kun for a day It must take so long!"

"Mr. Ranpo, are you starting to call Orihara-kun Orihara-kun now?" Dazai sat next to Ranpo and held his chest, his face full of accusations, "If this continues, it won't be long before we call you by name directly. , Absolutely don’t call that annoying man that, Mr. Ranpo!”

"Orihara-kun?" Sawada Tsunayoshi recalled the young man he had chatted with for a long time just now, "Is he Orihara Rinya? He is indeed very similar to Dazai-san."

Ignoring the noisy voice of Osamu Dazai beside him, Ranpo reached out and took the dessert that Sawada handed over. "Give me the password too." Ranpo raised his eyes, looking at the newspaper held by the young man, "Dazai, come and take a look."

Dazai stopped talking non-stop, and poked his head towards the newspapers on the table.

"Pfft," the man couldn't help laughing when he saw the title and photo above, and in Sawada's somewhat desperate eyes, he began to mock the boy everyday, "So Sawada-kun is already a new urban legend? , and is suspected to be another non-human being after the Headless Horseman... As expected of you, Vongola Tenth Generation!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who didn't feel that he was being praised at all, decided to change the subject, so as not to be teased for the next half hour: "Mr. Ranpo, are you planning to join Dollars?"

"That's right, but it's not just me," Ranpo stared at the newspaper, didn't seem to seriously answer Sawada's words, and was thinking about something else, "You and Dazai also want to join Dollars."

"Mr. Ranpo and I have already figured out the IDs of our respective accounts just now!" Dazai talked about this topic, his expression can be said to be beaming, "Sawada-kun, your ID took us half a minute to discuss!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi had a very familiar sense of foreboding, he quickly opened his mouth and said, "I think I want to compare..."

"It's called clam!" Dazai said in a melodious tone, "I think this name is very good. It looks like the same organization as the two of us, and it can implicitly express the meaning of the homophonic 'Pangley'. , it can be said to be very low-key and connotative!"

"Mr. Ranpo and I are really geniuses in naming things."

Sawada Tsunayoshi glanced at the two of them without love: "Then what is the name of your account? It's also food?"

"Detective I am red bean rice cake," Edogawa Ranpo began to say strange names, "Dazai is canned crab meat."

"I originally thought about calling him Shuji Tsushima and Taro Hirai," Dazai added with a smile, "but I changed the name to ensure consistency with Sawada-kun."

Sawada Tsunayoshi did not feel honored at all.

"This world is really strange," the boy complained. The experience of the past two days can be said to have subverted his outlook on life. "There is such a creature as the Headless Horseman in the world, it is completely unimaginable..."

Dazai was still reading the newspaper: "Sawada-kun, you have absolutely no right to say this. Even if you want to say such a thing, it should be said by me and Mr. Ranpo."

"Yesterday I also found out that there are people with supernatural powers in your world, and Mr. Dazai is one of them." Sawada's whole face drooped, looking very boring, "Sure enough, every world will have powers beyond common sense. ."

"Speaking of this," Ranpo seemed to suddenly recall what Saiki Kusuo said to himself, he turned to Sawada Tsunayoshi and said, "We already understand how to return to our own world."

The author has something to say: You two are geniuses at naming names, but I am not. I will never be able to think of the name of the next pre-collected book...

感谢在2020-02-1519:18:47~2020-02-1700:19:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 3 Phosphorescence;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Phosphorescence 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Lu Yi Yi Yi; 6 bottles of Ning Yu; 2 bottles of Hee Hee;

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