Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

"...I don't know." After a moment of silence, Chuya reluctantly replied, tugging at the brim of his hat, "I don't remember anything about my childhood."

Oops, forgot for a moment that he had a complicated background, and asked an unwelcome question.

The pen in Yuli's hand paused for a moment, and he reacted belatedly.

She knows Zhongya, who has rich emotions and a very distinctive personality, and always looks very energetic.When he is happy, he will smile smugly, and when he is angry, he will immediately put on a wicked face.

Even if I had heard him and Rimbaud talk about those inhuman life experiences, it was still difficult to connect him with those things.

Speaking of birthday... Could it be the day when Leibo Street was born?eight years ago?

But Chuya's body doesn't look like he is only eight years old.

While Yuri was thinking about answering, Chuya didn't speak.

He frowned slightly, with a cold expression, half of his face was hidden in the shadow cast by the hat, and he didn't know what to think.

It seems that he doesn't want to talk, and refuses to be thousands of miles away.

But people who have known him for a long time, such as Yuri, can feel that his inner emotions at this time are like hot and surging magma under the glacier.

Did you get away with it?

Naka also thought, and glanced at Yuri.

Yuri also looked a little distressed, holding the pen without moving for a long time.

If someone else asked him this kind of question, he might have been beaten into the ceiling.

For example, the unlucky guy who forgot his name asked him "where was his birthplace".

After a long while, Yuri said, "That is to say, you never meant to celebrate your birthday."

"Hmm. Nothing to celebrate."

"Speaking so arbitrary! You have to try it at least once before drawing conclusions, right? Come and join Yuuki and Eita's birthday party as the protagonist! Let's just pretend that Nakaya's birthday is also during that time, after all, you still have Gundam 360 three out of five chances of being right!"

Yuri was a little surprised, then leaned over and extended the invitation on a whim.

"Huh? You don't need that." Zhong also didn't look happy at all, with rejection written all over his face.

"Are you saying all birthday celebrations are pointless? Or is it just you who don't need it?"

"..." I couldn't refute with real reasons, because the arguments were all undisclosed information, so I could only sigh, "I appreciate your kindness, but I really don't think celebrating birthdays is a pleasant thing .”

"Okay." Yuri who was rejected made a reluctant voice.

Not right, still not right.

The facts about Huang Ba's vomiting were already known eight years ago, and Rimbaud just explained that he was the one who released Huang Ba's vomiting. Why did he become so shaken recently?

What did the port mafia do to China? I really want to know!

Since he doesn't want to say it, let's use a different identity!

"Is this part of the prank?" the system whispered, "I haven't thought about what Zhong Ye would think if he found out in the future?"

"Isn't this interesting?" Yuri disagreed, "And how could I fall off the horse!"

System: I'll just wait to see when your flag is triggered.

The next night, Zhong also bid farewell to everyone in the restaurant and returned to his residence.Before he could walk out of Leibo Street, an unusual black shadow suddenly cast on the quiet street illuminated by the moonlight in front of him.

He looked in the direction of the shadow, and saw the long-lost man in black standing on the roof not far away.

"What? Have you finally decided to show your face?"

After an ups and downs, Zhongya stood up straight in front of the man in black, his cobalt blue sharp eyes fixed on him tightly.

"Be kind to me! I came to see you on purpose, because you have been looking for me for so long." In comparison, the attitude of the man in black was much more casual.

Chuya turned a deaf ear to the other party's complaints: "Let's talk nonsense. I just ask you a question. How is Rimbaud?"

"Just treat him as dead."

"What does it mean to be dead! Does it mean that you are not dead yet?"

This time the man in black didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "Is it important to you whether he is dead or alive?"

"The traitors of the port mafia must be captured and punished according to the rules of the mafia." Nakaya put his hand on the brim of his hat, and his voice revealed the ruthlessness of the mafia.

However, the man in black didn't agree with him, so he snorted.

"Just talk nonsense. It's only been a few days, and the king of sheep is already so loyal to the port mafia. I want to hear the real reason."

"..." Zhong also was silent for a while, and said slowly, "That person has the truth I'm looking for. The truth about my own existence."

"Oh." The man in black seemed to finally believe it, "That is to say, you have been troubled by philosophical questions like 'who am I' for a long time. Ah, it is really difficult to think about it this way. "

Zhong also showed an expression as if he had been stepped on and hurt his feet, and gnashed his teeth and shouted: "Don't say it as if you understand it! The question of 'who am I' should be because you haven't acquired the awareness of being a counterfeit. The guy to answer. Bastard mackerel!"

Yumekawa Yuri:? ? ?

So the title is now mine?

No!

"Don't call me by that nickname. Otherwise, I'll show my face everywhere and let the whole world know that Huangbatu is a fish-headed man. Just imagine, Dazai will be laughed to death by you."

The man in black said righteously.

"..." Without further ado, Zhong Ye rolled up his sleeves and prepared to make a move.

The fist was wrapped in a lingering wind, and the man in black swung away as lightly as if he had no weight, dodging Zhongye's fist and foot attack.

"Wait a minute! I'm not here to fight. Let's talk while the moonlight is clear tonight."

"Heh, I have nothing to say to a guy like you who hides his head and shows his tail."

"Is that so? It's ok. Sit down and talk, and start by exchanging names like new friends."

"It's you who wants to disclose your information unilaterally!" Zhong also emphasized a little angrily.

"Let me introduce formally. I am a lonely ghost who does not belong to the black side nor the white side. I am an unknown person from overseas. I am currently living in Leibo Street. For the sake of everyone's harmony and friendship, I am responsible for mediating between neighbors. small dispute."

What a small dispute between neighbors, is lighting a fire part of the mediation?

"What kind of mess is this? Doesn't it mean that you didn't say anything? What about the name?"

"You won't understand the name in foreign language. Just call me Don~"

"Don? Don Bo's don? It's too random to make up."

Zhong also sighed, seeing that the other party would not reveal any further information about him.

But is there any part of the truth in the nonsense just now?

A few days ago, the office of the mafia headquarters.

"The man in black should indeed not belong to any force."

The leather office chair turned half a circle, revealing Dazai's bandaged face.

"Whether it is Yokohama or any force in Europe, they will definitely act after learning this amazing fact-they have at least one common goal, and that is you. They will definitely prevent you from joining the port mafia."

—but nothing happened.

"That's why you didn't tell the leader about him." Chuya folded his hands, looked at Dazai coldly and said.

"How come, I told you."

Dazai leaned forward, crossed his fingers in front of his face, and replied with a smile.

At that moment, he looked a bit like Mr. Mori.

"Mr. Sen means, pretend not to know."

"There is no need to take the initiative to conflict with such a troublesome character. Originally, chasing and killing the traitor Rimbaud is a strenuous and ineffective thing, and it will only waste manpower in vain. If Rimbaud is killed or restrained by the man in black Good result. The man in black will deal with Rimbaud for us and stop him from coming out to trouble you."

The words of the man in black came from afar, causing ripples in the picture of memories.

"You don't think the port mafia will give you what you want, do you? Do you think they will trust you?" he said, "I can be your foreign aid!"

"I don't believe you would be so kind."

Chuu also came back to his senses, his voice was full of vigilance.

"You treat this as a... well, royalties."

"If you really want to ask why, it's because there are not many people as interesting as you."

"people?"

"What's wrong? As far as I know, only people question their own existence."

"……"not talking anymore.

"Isn't it? Are you really struggling with this kind of problem?"

"Shut up!" Annoyed!

"Okay, okay, about the issue you are most concerned about. Rimbaud has been sealed by me and will not be released again."

Before Nakaya could answer, there was a new movement from outside the arena.

"Hey—is there a symposium? Take me one!"

The black-haired boy in a loose coat, that is, Dazai, ignored the sideways glances of passers-by, and raised his hands downstairs and shouted.

Damn it, passers-by are watching!Zhong also clenched his fists, and when he didn't know what to do, he saw the man in black put his hand to his mouth in the shape of a trumpet, and replied in the same loud voice: "There will be access standards for the forum, and those who can't fly People can't participate!"

What else could be done, Zhong also could only roll his eyes and turn his head away.

When Dazai finally climbed up to the roof, there was only Chuya left on the empty roof, dazed by the wind.

"Did I run away as soon as I came? Cut."

Dazai, who was one step late, muttered, spread his hands and fell backward under the moonlight.

"You still come so often, I thought you were caught by the Youth Association."

Today was originally a regular activity day of the Youth Association, and Zhongya skipped the party over there and came to Leibo Street. I don't know how the pianist will react to this.

"Oh, those people..."

The figures of five people appeared in Nakaya's mind, and he seemed to hear the noisy background sound of the billiard bar again.

He's just playing with people like children, so he won't recognize them!