The Poisoned Apple of Port Mafia

When the scene fell into silence, Fran took a sip of pineapple juice as if nothing had happened, "My guardian said that you can't talk while eating."

"Well, that's fine." Bai Lan shrugged, "Then I'll start eating too, Mr. Fyodor~ Would you like to try my cotton candy coffee?"

"No need." Fyodor refused, he looked at Fran who had already started eating the cake, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The book should be on him, but now is not the time.

When they finished eating, Fyodor turned his head to look at them, only to find that the place next door was already empty, only the empty plates and glasses remained.

"They should have already finished eating and left." Bai Lan wasn't too surprised, "That child is that person's apprentice after all."

The disciple of the strongest illusionist in their world.

"It seems that I can't ask anything today, so I'll go first, Mr. Fyodor." Bai Lan stood up.

"What's your purpose?" Fyodor looked up at Bailan.

"I'm bored. I want to have some fun. I've been tired from work recently. I finally found such a fun place. Can't I have more fun?" Bai Lan said with a smile, "It's a pleasure eating cake with you today. Let's eat."

Fyodor watched Prynne's leaving figure.

Bai Lan walked out of the shop with a bag of cotton candy, and walked into an alley as if wandering, "Mr. Mu, since you're here, come out."

"Bai Lan." Liu Dao Mu appeared, and he looked at the white-haired boy in front of him.

"Hey, I didn't expect it to be the juvenile version of Mui-kun." Bai Lan blinked, "But it should be the Mui-kun I know."

"Kufufufufu, aren't you the same?" Liudaokui narrowed his eyes, "Why did you come here?"

Liu Dao Mu didn't expect to meet Bai Lan here.

"Well~" Bai Lan took out a piece of cotton and squeezed it with her fingers, "Because it's boring, but Mr. Mu, is it really okay for you to come here without working like this? Is Peng Lie Wushou's job so easy? "

"Kufufufu, I would like to ask you whether the Mirufiore family has existed in name only? The family boss wandered around all day with nothing to do." Liudaokui asked back.

"How could it be? What about our Mirufiore family? As an ally family, how could Mr. Mu not know?" Bai Lan said with a smile, "But the reason why I came here is because I think of Xiao The disappearance of Fran seems to have something to do with me."

"What do you mean?" Liu Dao Mu's tone changed.

"Well, I remember it seemed like a year, oops, I forgot whether it was summer or when." Bai Lan threw the marshmallow into her mouth, "Because I wanted to test my ability, and then I went shopping around, and it turned out I just picked up a book that didn’t write anything.”

"Book..." Liu Daoku had an idea, "Could it be..."

"Have you figured it out?" Edogawa ran his chin in his hand, and Ayanokōji Kiyotaka and Nakajima Atsushi were sent out by Fran, "Is the current world not good?"

"I think it's fine." Fran nestled in the lazy sofa, "I'm just a little uncomfortable."

"Ok?"

"Although memory loss didn't matter at first." Fran took out the book he was carrying, "But after knowing that I was forced to lose my memory, I was not happy. And I wanted to confirm one thing. "

"What's the matter?" Edogawa ranpo looked at Fran.

"Which world is real to me?" Fran looked at the last blank page in the book before the two pages glued together.

Edogawa opened his eyes randomly, and looked at Fran, who was looking down at the book with drooping eyelids, "Isn't it your best to distinguish such things?" He snorted and said, "But I think such things, you I already knew it, so I’m not sure.”

"We've known each other for so long, can't you give me some advice?" Fran closed the book.

"What can I give? Do whatever you want. Ranpo Edogawa picked up a pocky, "Anyway, you have already thought about the ending. "

"Sure enough, every time I talk to you, I feel very relaxed." Fran put the book on his finger and turned it around. "The Russian with a particularly long name should also like this book."

"That's right." Edogawa Ranpo nodded, "All the things he did in Yokohama before were to get that book, but he never thought that this book would be in your hands."

Who would have thought that what he had been looking for was actually in the hands of a young man.

"What does he want this book for? Do you want to rule the world?" Fran took out his pen, "When it comes to ruling the world, why don't you come too?"

"Forget it, the price at that time will not be solved by one life, don't not only you, but even Mr. Hat will be sacrificed." Edogawa waved the pocky in his hand, "Say, you Is your 'fate' still under the control of this book?"

"Ah." Fran blinked, "You mean that?"

The last time the book was used to change the fate of Oda Sakunosuke, Fran's "life" was the price.

"Well, I already have an idea." Fran put his hands on his chest, and the beating of the heart was transmitted to Fran's hands through the flesh and clothes.

.........

……

"Is that person a pervert?" Fran looked at Shamar, who was knocked down by Hibari Kyouya and Duckweed for harassing women. He found a black thing coming out of Shamar's body, approaching Hibari Kyouya , "Mr. Sunflower—there are mosquitoes, it will be very bad if you are bitten by that guy's mosquitoes."

Hibari Kyouya frowned, and at the same time waved down the mosquito that was approaching him.

"Ahh! My mosquito!" Shamar reached out to catch the mosquito that was knocked down by Hibari Kyoya, "You stinky man! How dare you touch my baby!" Fortunately, the mosquito did not die.

"I remember you are Shamar, an internationally wanted criminal, right?" Fran walked up to Shamar, "Can you help me?"

"It's impossible to find me for treatment! I won't help men heal!"

"No, I'm not sick, and I haven't thought of asking you to help me yet, but let's talk first, maybe I will need you someday." Fran said calmly.

"I don't want—" Shamar refused, and then saw Fran take out a can of spray from his own bag, "What's yours?" He had a bad feeling.

"I really hate mosquitoes, so you should know what the things I carry with you?" Fran pressed his finger on the switch of the spray, "I am a very democratic person, and I will respect your ideas, but as for your results What will it be? It's up to you."

"Li Baoen...what's the matter with this guy?!" Shamar turned his head and asked Li Baoen who was watching the play.

"Didn't you recognize him? He is Fran, the good boy Chuya has always praised." Li Baoen jumped on Fran's shoulder.

"Huh? You said that the person who threatened me with insecticide spray is actually the good boy that Chuya said?!"

Shamar didn't believe it at all. After all, he also heard that his children have always been the most obedient children. Except for occasionally playing a little prank, they are obedient and obedient children who do not disturb his work.

And the boy in front of him was holding the insecticide spray, ready to attack his lovely babies.

How could this remind him of the good boy Chuya mentioned?

While they were talking, Hibari Kyouya's cell phone rang, and he walked aside to answer it. After answering the call, his expression changed and he left.

"Hey, does this uncle know Zhongya too?" Fran asked, the insecticide spray in his hand was still facing Shamar's hand.

"It's a drinking buddy." Li Baoen said, "Shamar, you'd better not attack him, otherwise you will be hunted down not only by Zhongye, but also by the entire port mafia." Bao En looked at Shamar's other hand in the white coat, "Also, there may be more than just the port mafia."

There is a group of existences behind Fran that cannot be underestimated.

"That's right. So have you figured it out?" Fran asked.

"..." Shamar sighed, "Okay, okay, I've made up my mind."

"Then make an appointment, and I'll call you when I have something to do." Fran withdrew the insecticide spray, "But I'm a little curious."

"What?" Liebone asked.

"Why is this kind of internationally wanted man who can set foot on the 2062 ship?" Fran was puzzled. "Could it be that one of his mosquitoes has a kind of mosquito that can seduce people?"

Witnessing the whole process of Fran threatening Shamar, Tsunayoshi Sawada nodded silently. He wanted to ask this question from the beginning.

"Who knows, but it's really strange." Li Baoen put his little hand next to his cheek, "Don't touch me, it's a crime."

"Hey, hey, hey! Let's not talk about anything else! You are not the type I like in terms of gender, okay?" Shamar patted the dust on his buttocks, "By the way, are you still going to class? The bell is about to ring .”

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked up at the clock on the teaching building, and found that there were only 3 minutes left before class, and panicked instantly.

"Now Mr. Sunflower is not in school, so I can skip class." Fran decided to go to Obsidian Middle School, and his master told him that he could see interesting things in the past now, "Please take a leave for me, just say me to help me." The old lady on the way went to the hospital."

"Wait! What is your reason for asking for leave?!" Sawada Tsunayoshi stretched out his hand.

"Then I went to the theater with a widowed and lonely old man full of bad taste." Fran turned and left after speaking.

Sawada Tsunayoshi who silently reached out was left behind.

"It's better to worry about yourself than worrying about Fran. Fran has a gun or something." Seeing Tsunayoshi Sawada's worry, Li Baoen jumped on his shoulder, "Let's go, we're going to be late soon. , there is only 1 minute left, if you are late, today's homework will be doubled."

"Eh? Eh——!" Sawada Tsunayoshi immediately ran to the school.

When passing a corner, Fran almost collided with a person, why almost, because Fran dodged at the moment of collision, and the person who was about to collide with Fran fell down on the ground.

"Aw..." The orange-haired boy sat on the ground.

Because the boy's hair color and height are somewhat similar to Zhong, Fran's first impression of him was okay, so he reached out, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." The boy reached out to hold Fran's hand, and stood up with his strength, "Sorry, I almost bumped into you just now." The boy scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

"It's okay, you are the one who fell anyway."

"..."