The Melaleuca Routine of Dominating the Devil

The world ten years later, Southern Italy, Naples.

"Today's work is hard, Bugarati~"

"Come and sit in the store when you have time."

"Buggarati, thank you so much for your help last time, it's really thanks to you."

"By the way, Bugarati, it seems that there are a lot of tourists in the town today, and the business will probably get better and better..."

The farther south Italy went, the poor towns abounded, and there were not many adult men from the bottom.If it wasn't for the ambition to work hard in the north, or to join a club and become a football star, then a considerable number of them would be doing nothing, wandering on the street and being deceived.Some will join gangs, and some will become garbage that is not even as good as gangsters.

But there are also good guys in the gang.This black-haired young man, Bruno Bucciarati, who chatted casually with the residents on the street, wearing a suit with black dots on a white background and combing his bob hair, is one of the good guys in the gang.

For the inhabitants of Naples, origin is the least important thing.Ordinary people living on the line of food and clothing only pay attention to their own peaceful life.If a man is willing to bend over to listen to the granny, play football with the teenagers occasionally, and police the town meticulously, even if he is a "Passionate" from the gangster family, they feel very safe.

Bruno Bragatti, who was trusted by everyone, was the first to meet the dominating demon that came again.

It was a time when dusk was approaching evening, the afterglow of the sun enveloped the whole city, and the quaint and old houses were illuminated golden and yellow. Walking on the street, I greeted everyone casually, and my ears were full of laughter from local children. The rubbing sound of football... Surrounded by such a breath of life, even Bugarati, who is a little tired from patrolling all day, feels at ease.

'No accidents, no fights, this afternoon is really great. '

"If there's nothing else to do in the future, let's watch a football match with Apache and the others. Tonight seems to be the Milan Derby..."

'Peaceful Naples, how wonderful. '

Before this thought lasted for a second, he heard an inappropriate voice.

The dull sound of a human body falling and hitting the ground is all too familiar to the Italian who has been in the gangster for eight years, not to mention the sound of landing one after another.Bugarati's heart trembled, and he quickly ran towards the source of the sound, only to see an unprecedented scene in the corner and alley ahead.

The corpses, two neat rows of corpses, fell face down on the ground.

The situation was so weird that Bugarati didn't even want to summon his stand-in messenger "Steel Chain Finger".He stood cautiously outside the alley, manipulating the blue doll in front of him, carefully turning over the corpses.A total of ten adult men died, with no signs of trauma or poisoning.Everyone closed their eyes tightly as if they were asleep, but before they died, they all maintained a kneeling posture, with solemn expressions, and clasped their hands in prayer.

"That's it".

Looking at the two rows of ceremonial corpses, Buccarati couldn't help feeling shocked and angry: What is the difference between this and suicide in cults?

Since the deceased were all dressed in black suits and had a lean figure, the young man with a bob head couldn't help but think about it, thinking that it was related to the gangster family; however, the uniform Asian appearance made him have to doubt this possibility.After all, Bugarati has never heard of it, and there are still a large number of Asian gangs in Italy—except for the Pengel family in the north. The family there used to be famous, but now they are almost wiped out by their ten generations. It's white.

In the clueless death scene, Buccarati is inevitably a little anxious.Just as he was thinking about calling the team, the squeaking noise of a mouse caught his attention.

Then he found the survivors by the dumpster deep in the alley.

The thin black-haired girl sat curled up, her breath was as weak and concealed as air.If it weren't for the rats around to keep squeaking, I'm afraid even the "steel chain finger" wouldn't be able to find it.

"Hey... are you alright?"

The dark-haired girl remained motionless.Not sure if the other party could understand him, Bugarati switched to English and asked again. "Do you need help, miss?"

"..."

The girl still stubbornly showed him the top of her head.

A large number of corpses at the entrance of the alley were still warm, and Bugarati didn't dare to take any risks. Even if the baby sitting there was a babbling baby, he would probably be questioned severely by him.He manipulated the stand-in to step forward cautiously, and with just one step, the mice around the girl ran wildly, attacking the young man like headless flies!

Bugarati didn't even want to use the "steel chain fingers", and quickly opened a zipper on the ground!The mouse squeaked and fell into the hole, and he did not forget to observe with a frown. The girl sitting with her legs crossed glanced at it, but there was still no trace of using the ability.

It seemed that the mice that sprang out were acting bravely, and fought bravely with him in order to protect the weak girl.

...So, could it be fear?

Buccarati sighed, he stood within the range of the humanoid double who could react quickly, bent his knees and leaned over to look at her.The girl has a pair of rare golden circle eyes, even a young man who is somewhat blind to Asians is still impressed after seeing it.She is clearly at the age of youth, but she has a weak sense of existence, as quiet as a plant growing in the corner.

In the face of such a lovely girl, it is difficult for ordinary people to maintain a strong sense of vigilance, even for Bugarati.He walked a few steps closer and knelt down, slowing down his tone.

"I'm Bruno Bucciarati." The young soft baritone made her look up, "What's your name?"

The girl with drooping eyelids finally said, "ナユタ (Nayuta)."

"what?"

"My name is... Nayuta."

……

The Nayuta who was picked up did not know anything except the name.

Words will come out one by one, and under the guidance of Bugarati, he is not afraid of other people in the gangster team.While everyone was looking at her and guessing where she came from, Nayuta could still enjoy herself, playing for a long time with the parrot raised in the cafe across the cage.

Moreover, the girl has a good appetite and never refuses food.I also ate bread, drank milk, and even stared at Bugarati's espresso for a long time.

Bugarati had to put the coffee cup away, "You won't be able to sleep after drinking this coffee."

The girl looked at him blankly, then turned to look at Apache.The tall, white-haired man had the most vicious appearance among a group of gangsters.But Nayu looked directly at him for a few more seconds, and he made a compromise.

"...Why don't you give her a try?"

Mista immediately objected: "She looks like 14 years old at most? Drinking too much coffee is not good for adolescent girls."

Fugo, who was guiding Naranja to do the math homework, said casually. "Add it to milk, maybe she won't want it after a sip."

"...Isn't that a latte?"

In order to take care of the taste of Nayuta, a few pure Italians endured the humiliation and poured the espresso into the milk glass, and added a few spoonfuls of sugar.But it was this cup of very un-Italian sweet latte that made Nayuta laugh in a rare way.

"Coffee, coffee."

"...At least it is confirmed now that Nayuta is not a child who grew up in the local area."

Fugo supported his chin and speculated. "Could it be a lost tourist? But for her low intelligence, she speaks Italian quite well."

"Don't Nayuta's family want her?"

Naranja inevitably thought of himself.He's down. "Has she been abandoned?"

"I think that the origin of Nayuta may be related to those who died."

Until this moment, Bugarati still did not forget the extremely weird scene in the alley.The corpses were finally handled by their subordinates. By the way, they found out that these strange visitors were all Japanese, and their passports also stated that they were "hunters" with serious jobs in Japan.It's just that Bugarati couldn't figure out what those corpses were worshiping before they died.

Is it a god?Or a demon?Are they begging for "something to happen", even dying in a foreign land?

...The eyes couldn't help falling on the black-haired girl who started to eat bread after drinking the sweet latte, and the crumbs fell all over the table.

Although there is not enough evidence, Buccarati's intuition is very clear: Nayuta is definitely related to the death cult.

"What are you going to do, Bucciarati?"

The companions in the team all have their own thoughts.Some of them are full of sympathy for the girl, and some are wary, but no matter what plans they are making in their hearts, it will be Bugarati who makes the final decision, and the others will follow it unconditionally.

——"Temporarily, take in Nayuta first."

After thinking for a moment, the young man with a bob head gave the order calmly. "Apaki, you go to the alley and use a substitute to find out what happened to those Japanese before they died. Fugo, I need you to investigate the identity of those Japanese 'hunters'. I don’t know why, but I always feel that There is something strange inside. As for Mista, I will trouble you to find out about other families.”

After deploying the work, everyone should have dispersed.But there are always older children who are not very happy with this allocation.

"What about me, what about me?"

Naranja dropped his homework and rushed over.He propped his hands on the table, his eyes sparkling. "Is there anything I can do? I want to help too, Bugarati!"

The young man's enthusiastic voice made Nayuta look over curiously, and she reached out and grabbed Naranja's clothes.

"Dog, dog."

"What kind of dog, I'm Naranga! Naranga!"

"Dog..."

"Nayuta, don't point at me and shout! I have a name, Na Ran Ka!"

"For Naranca, I will be responsible for playing with Nayuta during this time."

After watching the two interact, Bucciarati doesn't see how much the boyishest member of them resents the term "dog."On the contrary, he cared about Nayuta very much, and even repeated his name to her over and over again.This made the young man with a bob head relax a little bit.

"Protect Nayuta and don't let strange people approach her. If anything goes wrong, bring Nayuta to us. Is that okay, Naranga?"

……

Of course Naranja can, Naranja is overjoyed.

He felt that God was treating him kindly.It turns out that the sky is not only responsible for the loss of pies, but also the loss of my sister.

No siblings have ever been around.The obedient Nayuta who suddenly appeared was just like his little sister. Naranja dragged her around, took her to the streets to play, eat ice cream, play games, and gangsters, not to mention how happy she was.

And among the team, the investigation at Apaki was deadlocked. "Melancholy Blues" can't show anything, they just "rewinded" and saw a group of men in black suits walking into the alley as if they were dead, but nothing else, Nayuta seemed to appear in the alley somehow.But Naranga didn't seem to care. He even told Bugarati that he didn't mind even if Nayuta was a tourist who stole/immigrated in, so he just became more than one younger sister.

"I don't want her to be abandoned again!"

Naranja's attitude was firm. "Nayuta is very obedient! She will also help me with my math homework! Help me correct it!"

"...Your math performance is even inferior to Nayuta, what else can I say."

Fu Ge, who is in charge of the mathematics guidance of the two children, said that his mentality is stable. "Next time, calculate the answer that 6x2 is equal to 48, and you're mentally handicapped, just go to hell with me."

"Is Nayuta good at mathematics?"

"There's nothing wrong with her intelligence at all."

Having tutored Nayuta and Naranca at the same time, Fugo was straightforward. "I have tested Nayuta, even the university test paper is decent. She is just a bit introverted."

"Are you introverted...Compared with not talking all day before, it's really not a small change."

Bugarati said. "Now she is already Naranga's 'family'."

With the company of "family", Nayuta's usual expressionless face was gradually infected with a happy smile.As time went by, Naranja gradually discovered that when the black-haired girl smiled the happiest, she was playing with the dog, or watching him fight.

...especially when he summons his airplane-shaped stand-in, "Aerosmith."

In front of him was another hooligan who came to find fault, so Naranca pointed at Nayuta's expectant gaze (thought he was handsome). "Come on, Aerosmith!"

The stand-in in the form of a propeller plane soars into the sky, the machine/shutdown gun pops out, and starts shooting at the enemy!

"Bora Bora Bora Bora Bora—" Nalanga ended with a wave of her hand. "VolareVia (ascend to heaven)!"

The precision of "Aerosmith" is extremely poor. Every time a large-scale strafing looks scary, it can only leave a few small blood holes on the enemy.However, Nayuta was still in high spirits. She imitated Naranja's posture and stretched out her fingers towards the sky.

"Bang, bang!"

The girl imitated the sound of a machine gun and pointed at the taxi parked across the street. "Bang, bang!"

"Hahaha, the imitation is really similar, Nayuta!"

Naranja stroked her hair affectionately.The two of them didn't care, they stepped over the screaming enemy covering their bloody knees, chatting while walking. "Let's go back after beating the villains. The computer game I just bought two days ago is really fun!"

"Game, game."

"It is said that it is a game with a super-large world view. You can only play it by drawing cards in advance. I don't know if you can draw good cards~"

"Drawing cards, games..."

"If Nayuta wants to play, you can do it together! Maybe it will become your new hobby!"

……

Naranja, who had been completely absorbed in the game, naturally didn't pay attention. After he left, several dead sparrows fell straight down from the sky.

As for the taxi that Nayuta pointed at, what remained on the tires were smoking gun holes.No one noticed that something was wrong with the car. It was not until the taxi driver came back that he found that the tire had been completely scrapped.

"&%￥# must be those damned gangsters! Damn it!!"

The taxi driver was furious, and after spouting a lot of Italian slang, he had to calm down and apologize to the customer.

"I'm sorry, Brother Yi Gu, I have to trouble you to find another taxi..." He cried silently in his heart, feeling sad for the tip he couldn't get and the car repair fee he was about to pay.

"It's nothing. I'm not familiar with this place. It would be great if you could help me find another driver."

The boy who was called "Yi Gu" replied that he was understanding.He was carrying a long satchel, and there was some melancholy between his brows, but this melancholy made his handsome face even more outstanding. "...As long as it's not a driver who knows how to cheat, charges indiscriminately, steals money and runs away from work, or has a bad attitude and kills customers."

"Ha, haha, Brother Yi Bone, may I ask you..." How much resentment do you have towards the Italian driver!

"Sorry, I'm spending too much unnecessary time with Italian hooligans."

Yi Guyoutai was very polite, and his tone was cold and alienated.But the threat and weariness in it were straightforward and sharp, and the driver on the other side shuddered with fright. "...Let me settle down quickly and deal with the 'abnormality' here."

……

Naranja, who was ignorant and unaware, gave the newborn dominating demon various hints in countless coincidences.

Gunshots are reminders, gangsters are reminders, police are reminders, and even Bugarati's voice is familiar as if he had known him before, and it is also a reminder.

And such a large number of coincidences may be inevitable. 【Machima】is destined to come to the world and appear in front of everyone.

The shadows of the previous life are everywhere, gradually coming up with power.In the process of playing the game, Nayuta quickly became exhausted, had a fever and fell into a coma.She slept for several days.In the dreamland called "Game", the dominating demon gradually awakened until he harvested all the memories of his previous life, Machima.

"I've never felt better."

After waking up, Nayuta spoke very clearly.Machima's memories made the dark-haired girl suddenly mature beyond her years.She was calm and composed under Bugarati's puzzled and suspicious eyes. "Thank you for your care, Mr. Bugarati."

"...I think you really burned out your brain, Nayuta."

Staring at those circle eyes for a long time, Bugarati looked away and picked up the newspaper again. "We are family, don't be so polite."

"Naranja has been worried about you for many days, go and tell him the good news."