Port Mafia fifth cadre

Japan is 7 hours ahead of Italy.

At this time, Sicily is close to 5 am, and Yokohama is noon. The sun in summer is very strong. The sun in Yokohama is much more poisonous than in Sicily. Even if you go out, you still blow the air conditioner in the store to pass the time. It’s better to squat at home and order takeaway. It’s okay. Enjoy multiple cuisines.Bai Lan was at Kawakami House at this time.

He's kind of bored.

So he connected to Wolf's Poison, followed the route given by Wolf's Poison, and touched Kawakami You's dream.

Unlike other guests, Bailan appeared directly next to Kawakami Yuzu. At that time, Kawakami Yuzu was staring at the crystal ball on the table in a daze. The clothes on her body changed according to her imagination, and she seemed to be caught in a difficult choice.Bai Lan thought she didn't have much talent for women's clothing choices, so she watched the crystal ball first, and then...

Kawakami Yuki kicked Bai Lan whose laughter disturbed his thoughts, and threw the crystal ball into his arms: "Go and play by yourself."

Bai Lan sat on the thick carpet with the ball in her arms: "I have Fu Jiang's photo collection here, do you want it?"

Kawakami Yuzu: "Yes."

Dreamland is very convenient.

Many things that cannot be directly communicated in reality can be displayed here in the form of images.

The premise is that there is an illusionist to help.

"That's right, we can use this method to read books together!" For example, "Crime and Punishment" and "No Man in the World" by writers from different worlds.With a surprised face, Bai Lan imagined the future, and focused on sketching Fu Jiang's photos in her mind, and handed the thin photo album in her hand to Kawakami You.

Tomie doesn't like taking pictures.

Because photos occasionally show more than one face.

Kawakami Yuzu calmly opened the photo album, which can be called a supernatural collection, carefully referred to the photos of those costumes, and finally adjusted the outfit that will be unveiled later.

Tonight's ball is held to choose a husband for the princess.

Similar balls have been held since the princess was 10 years old, but until she was 16 years old, she became more and more beautiful, and she did not find a suitable husband.

In fact, for such a long time, it's not that the princess didn't have a good impression of anyone.But... the princess once accepted the invitation of a handsome viscount, but before leaving, the viscount died in a duel; the princess had a close relationship with a young king, but before the marriage contract was concluded, the king died in an assassination; Once looked at a wealthy jeweler differently, but before developing a deeper relationship, the jeweler went bankrupt and jumped off the top of the castle.

"But it doesn't matter now." The noble lady who came in with her mother and brother had bright eyes, looked around, and continued to whisper to Fyodor, "The chief culprit who hindered the princess's marriage has been punished, and will never will get in our way."

Fyodor: "Us?"

"I hate it." The noble lady folded her fan to cover her lips, and gave him a shy look, her eyes were charming and affectionate, "After the princess is selected, we can choose."

It seems that upon hearing this sentence, the eyes of the surrounding female guests, either bright or dark, fell on Fyodor in an instant.

Someone with a high probability of being left behind: "..."

He now knew why the prom had an equal ratio of men to women.

At the same time, Bai Zhaza stood at an angle where he could have an overview of the entire first floor of the castle, slowly shaking the clear wine glass in his hand.He is isolated.This kind of isolation is not very obvious at first glance, but if you look down from the second floor, you can see the blank space around him. Except for the noble lady who asked him to call Uncle Ferrero to come and talk for a while, the other guests are self-conscious. Avoiding him, occasionally looking at him with complicated and difficult eyes.

Bai Zha Zha:?

Is there any novel setting for this identity?

Among the handsome kings, princes, dukes, and counts, those who are not very good-looking, who are knights, and phantom knights are not regarded as competitors. Perhaps it is because of this that everyone respects him when he inquires about news. Always with compassion and compassion.

Unmoved, the magic knight faithfully reported the news to Bai Zhaza.

"It is said that Her Royal Highness once had a crazy admirer who was very jealous and designed to kill all the people whom Her Royal Highness expressed her affection for." The magic knight organized his words, "This admirer is called Bai Huahua, who is the same father of your identity. The younger brother of the same mother, who was burned to death by you, is in the forest outside."

"They said that the fire has not been extinguished so far because Bai Huahua's jealousy has not subsided."

Bai Zhaza: "..."

Bailan = flower, there is nothing wrong with the name Baihuahua.

upstairs.

Blazing jealousy · Bai · Hua Hua · Lan: "..."

Unexpectedly, I also have a role in it.

Chuan Shangyou touched his dog's head, "Do you want to cheat the corpse? I can give you the C seat."

Bai Lan shook her head, a bag of marshmallows appeared in her arms, she squeezed one and stuffed it into her mouth, said vaguely: "I'll just watch it here!"

The girl with black hair and blond eyes walked away with her skirt in her hand. As she walked towards the banquet hall, her eyes turned dark, and a tear mole appeared under her left eye, and the corner of her eye was raised again.The black hair has become longer, soft and glowing with the luster of gemstones, the facial features are softer, and the body is more graceful...

When she arrived at the station on time, she was already "Fu Jiang".

This is a face that cannot be shown in reality.Just right for entertaining guests in dreamland.

When the aged master of ceremonies announced the beginning of the dance and made a gesture of please, everyone's eyes followed his arm and looked deep into the corridor on the second floor.

The wall lights in the corridor are not turned on, and the light from the crystal chandelier high above the dome spreads slowly, only a shallow outline can be found.

clatter.clatter.

The sound of heels hitting the ground.

The figure of the princess appeared under the light, first a slender, delicate arm like porcelain, and then without much buffer, it was the whole person...

For a moment, the excessive impact made people's minds go blank.

The princess is smiling.

Two delicate maids helped her lift the hem of the skirt, and the princess slowly walked down the spiral staircase. Every inch of her skin was glowing with pearls, and she was incredibly beautiful and elegant.The princess's appearance is flawless, and her walking posture seems to invite you to a feast, even if it is a feast that you will not regret if you burn your life.

She is so beautiful that it is unreal, almost showing a translucent appearance at a certain angle, as if it will turn into sea foam and dissipate at any time.

Like a witch that can only be seen in people's dreams.

Gorgeous and charming.

And here, it is indeed a dream.

Bai Zhaza even felt that this princess was more beautiful than the Fu Jiang he knew, and even her voice was more ethereal and melodious.

Yes, sound.

The princess said a few words to express her welcome, bathed in eager eyes that seemed to be real, and sat down on the red velvet high-back chair inlaid with diamonds, with a smile on her face.A maid was arranging the hem of her skirt, and another maid held the speaker crystal and announced the theme of the ball.

portraiture.

"Whoever can present Her Royal Highness's beauty as it is, will have the opportunity to have supper with the princess."

A group of maids distributed drawing boards and other supplies to every man of the right age in a timely manner, and thoughtfully expressed that they could eat first, and it would be invalid to sneak away after half an hour of painting.

"Pfft." A person upstairs with a low laugh was amused by "Jinjin Supper", and quickly adjusted the camera to look at Bai Zha Zha, and sure enough, he saw the other party's stiff and speechless expression.Only the kind that he can see, is it the same body after all?Presumably in the eyes of the phantom knight, this is still Mirufiore, who is not showing any emotions... Oh, my lord.

Naturally, a prom is about dancing.

Although it is normal for dreams to be absurd, Kawakami Yuzu doesn't mind admiring other people's graceful dance moves.

The black-haired and black-eyed princess didn't end there, but she could have asked the noble lady of the right age to invite King Ferrero and Prince Bai Zha Zha, even Prince Mamun and Magic Knight.

Unfortunately, none of them worked.

Ma Meng said confidently: "They don't pay."

With a friendly smile, Fyodor declined this social activity on the grounds of being weak, and reminded lightly: "The target has appeared."

Mamun stuffed a piece of sushi into his mouth and finished chewing, "Let's talk about the price first." He motioned to Bai Zha Zha, "Look, we have competitors."

The subtext couldn't be more obvious.

Before they came in, they didn't discuss the price of reading the memory, because Mamon said that different people have different difficulties, so they only quoted a basic price, saying that they need to add money according to the actual situation, and there is no upper limit.Considering that Kawakami might be a big customer in the future, Mamun felt that the "loss of a big customer" should be included in the cost, and Fyodor should pay for it.

Of course, this cannot be said on the surface.

"1000?"

"Our competitors are not simple." Mamon had a serious face, immersed in the grief of losing a future major client, unhappy, "Although that Magic Knight is far inferior to me, it is also ranked high in Italy. Ten." He said seriously, "That's the price."

Fyodor said that the Rat of the Dead House is just an intelligence organization, and the funds for the activities are not that much, while Mamun said that the price is not enough, are you the leader of the Rat of the Dead House? Support you in embezzling public funds. An agreement was not reached within hours, and at the same time, the white dregs did not dare to act rashly.

Time to paint.

Surrounded by people, the princess who is at ease has no intention of sitting down for the painter to observe, but still talks and smiles with the guests. Those men who are lucky enough to talk to the princess don’t want to paint at all, and those who have no hope of squeezing in will leave reluctantly , under the guidance of the maid, he found a suitable place to set up the drawing board.

Fyodor found a hidden corner and mixed paint.

Mamon: "Can you draw?"

"It's not necessary at all, isn't it?" Fyodor said softly, "This is a dream."

Just picture what the portrait looks like in your mind and you will get the same picture.

Mamon nodded.

Seemingly finding that they couldn’t be fooled, the other men who were painting in the banquet hall and some ladies who somehow joined in the fun and asked the maid for painting tools all started the process of abandoning their brushes and drawing on their own.

As if a witch boiling potion was chanting a mysterious spell, they stared at the radiant princess in the center of the crowd, and murmured:

"His Royal Highness has beautiful hair."

"Her skin seemed to be glowing."

"The dress really matches her, and only Her Royal Highness can wear such a luxurious dress."

"If only those eyes could only look at me..."

……

The crowd's obsessive voices were low at first, and then gradually converged and expanded, lingering endlessly in the empty banquet hall.

Like a curse.

Something has changed.

"Bai Lan" watched intently.

Those who praise the princess's hair get her hair; those who envy the princess' skin get her skin;

The princess surrounded by the crowd was like a wax figure, melting under the hot gaze of everyone, but many princesses appeared again.

They/they are still changing, the lines of the face are softer and closer to...Fu Jiang.

Mamon commented: "It's quite interesting."

There are still transgenders, yes.

"Where is the real princess?" Fyodor asked, his eyes wandering in the hall.

Mamon reminded: "It is recommended that you do not think about the characteristics of the target..."

The cloaked baby watched the client's transformation and said sincerely, "I have a mirror here."

The Russian teenager in the mirror already has waist-length black long hair and a pair of pure black eyes.

Apparently Fyodor had been looking for someone with "black hair and black eyes" before.

"..."

"..."

Fyodor closed his eyes in an attempt to turn the state back, Mamun said sympathetically: "It's useless, the rule of this dream should be 'what you believe is true', the princess is the truth, the truth and the false cannot be interchanged, I think Miss Kawakami Might be a potential mesmer too, or there are good mesmers out there."

He handed over a rubber band: "Come on, tie up your hair."

Fyodor didn't answer, but imagined a dagger with which he cut off the hair.

Successful.

"It seems that physical means are still effective."

Saying so, Fyodor began to put on the imaginary fuchsia colored contact lenses in front of the mirror again.

Mamon stared at the uneven hair on his back like a dog gnawing, swallowed the words "Do you want to trim it again", and lowered his voice: "The white slag is here."

Fyodor failed to wear the colored contact lenses, so he wiped away the irritated tears with a tissue, and calmly threw the colored contact lenses away.

If you want to speed, you can't reach it.

Wearing colored contact lenses is delicate work for the unskilled.

"Bai Lan" approached affectionately: "Fei Jia, have you seen Miss Fu Jiang?"

Fyodor: "No."

"Neither have I, how about we search separately?" Quickly dividing the search areas, "Bryan" looked at Fyodor's black eyes meaningfully, and blinked his purple eyes in a showy way, With a full head of well-defined white hair, he left slowly.

Fyodor bit his nails silently.

It seems that he is not very happy.

For the sake of the extra zeros on the account, Mamon decided to do some additional services: "He wears a wig."

"I don't really understand what you are fussing about, and you can't make money like this." Mamon muttered, "In short, that white dregs also cut off his hair, and I saw the black broken hair on his neck that he didn't clean up."

Fyodor: "..."

He nodded slowly.

"Hahahahaha!"

Bai Lan, who witnessed the process of cutting her own hair quickly and putting on a wig ten years later, was already laughing madly.

Back in the room, Kawakami Yuzu wrapped him up with sound-proof glass, creating a physical isolation, and was a little worried: "When will I wake up?"

He was a little bit stuck.

Although, as the owner of the dream, you can wake up anytime you want, but Yuzu Kawakami has not forgotten that his body is still in a hostage state surrounded by enemies. If he wakes up, Ferrero Baizha will also be ejected from the dream. What should I do to take revenge on him in reality...it's very troublesome.

Before, I asked Wolfbane to pass on all the scenery he captured during the transmission gap, and I don't know if Peng Gelie and Gang Hei have found it.

Chuan Shangyou poked Bai Lan: "Go out and ask about the situation outside."