My brother is not a good person

The boy's face was too familiar.

This left Zhong Yuan Zhong also speechless.

Yes, Laisha reminded him many times.

Whether it's "Please be aware that you may die" or "It's okay, my brother is not a good person", she always reminds me that "my brother is not easy to deal with".

At first, he thought it was because the girl who had lived in the bright world for a long time did not know enough about the dangers of the "Mafia".

Now it seems……

She is very clear!

Walking in front of the boy in silence, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't do anything to smile at each other.

He could only open the corners of his lips dryly, and talk to him in a voice that couldn't express emotion, "Hello, I'm Zhongye in Zhongyuan."

"I have long admired the name."

Raising his eyes casually, Fyodor waved his hand casually, pointing to the empty chair beside him.

"My name is Fyodor, please sit down, Mr. Nakahara."

Following the direction Fyodor pointed out, the orange-haired boy pursed his lips and sat down without saying a word.

There are really too many things to ask, but he can't speak first at this time.

The bastard Dazai happened to be sitting opposite him, so he didn't need to worry about the other party's disappearance.

The man behind the scenes is Raisha's younger brother, and he doesn't need to worry about the safety of his sweetheart.

And my friends have been able to live in peace for two full months, and I am afraid that many of them have Dazai's handwriting.

Mr. Cadre took a deep breath.

The cold air poured into his chest from his nasal cavity, cooling his turbulent mood at this moment.

Are you tired?

Angry?

Feel like you've been tricked?

of course.

But all this seemed less important when meeting Fyodor.

Of course the other party has reason to retaliate against him.

Even if it is only for himself and Dazai to pull in his sister who is isolated from the inner world, it is very reasonable.

Not to mention there are other reasons.

But it will be to the extent that everyone else is involved, which is really not what the Central Plains Zhong also likes to see.

The boy rested his elbows on the handle of the chair naturally, and said solemnly: "Since the next thing is obviously a matter between us, can I let my friends go first?"

"Of course, it's just that they don't want to leave."

Fyodor calmly kept the corners of his mouth curved.

He nodded slightly to the other two people present, then pushed away the chair and stood up.

"It just so happens that they are here too. Do you want to see Mr. Zhongyuan?"

Although what he said was obviously a question, he didn't doubt the other party's answer at all.

Zhong Yuanzhong also followed without hesitation.

The skeletal village is very large.

At least a lot bigger than it looks from the outside.

Apart from this, there was only a mess in the boy's mind.

Zhong Yuanzhong also followed Fyodor non-stop, and heard the other party suddenly speak to break the embarrassment that almost suffocated ordinary people.

"It's a little presumptuous, what Mr. Zhongyuan said is really not much new." The black-haired boy walked slowly.

The heels of the leather boots kept tapping on the dilapidated floor in the fortress.

Only regular echoes can be heard in the skeleton village.

He turned a deaf ear to it, and continued: "I thought that people who like rock and roll can have some shining points that are different from us."

But in fact, like everything else in the world, this person is nothing more than that.

Still nothing unexpected.

Fyodor still looked back at Nakahara Chuya with that restrained and polite smile.

"So I have to give up asking you for advice."

But he wasn't prepared to ask from the beginning.

Suddenly feeling bad, Zhongyuan Zhong also hurriedly asked, "Sorry, can I ask what it is about?"

"It's already October." The emotion in the black-haired boy's smile became more difficult to distinguish, "Hasn't Mr. Zhongyuan thought about what he should prepare?"

October is when Raya starts racing.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his eyes and began to think.

besides……

If there is no October, then November?

The orange-haired boy suddenly fell silent, speechless.

During this period of time, he has been busy with the matters of the port mafia and the flag society, and only wanted to quickly resolve the matters in Yokohama, but he completely forgot that Raisha's birthday was approaching every step of the way.

Although he has good enough reasons, forgetting is forgetting.

Fyodor was not surprised to see that he had nothing to say.

After all, the other party has been played around by him and Osamu Dazai during this period of time, so it's only natural that he doesn't care about other things.

It's just that this "other" can't include Raisha.

He withdrew his gaze, pushed open the door at hand, and said calmly: "Mr. Zhongyuan, don't worry too much."

"I have already prepared a substantial gift."

Fyodor took out a bulging document bag from the shelf and held it in his hand.

He casually waved Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye twice, but the words he spit out were merciless.

"Here is all the information I found about 'Trial Work No. A[-]'. It is a perfect birthday present."

"You!" Zhong Yuan also clenched his fists.

He recalled the mysterious boy who had flashed by again.

Gritting his back teeth, he closed his eyes, "That person who looks like me..."

"It turns out that Mr. Zhongyuan has already met."

Holding up the document, Fyodor covered half of his face with it.

His voice was soft and gentle, as if it was as intimate as the content.

"How? This is the coming-of-age gift I prepared for Laya with great difficulty."

"A brand new hat from the same manufacturer."

Same manufacturer?Brand new hat?

Chuya Nakahara clenched his fist even tighter, "You really don't look like Laya at all..."

How long has it been since you heard this tone of treating people as inappropriate?

"Mr. Zhongyuan, are you kidding me?"

The black-haired boy smiled coldly.

"If I were like Laya, who would stand on her side forever to protect her now?"

"Just relying on the port mafia who tried every means to force me to appear?"

Maybe it's genes, the boy is already half a head taller than Zhongyuan Zhongye.

And at this moment, he raised his chin slightly, looking condescendingly at the person in front of him.

"You still don't know if you will attract attacks from hostile organizations to her?"

The raised fist finally landed on the wall of the skeleton village.

Even without the additional supernatural powers, there was a big hole in the non-load-bearing wall.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also breathing rapidly, his eye circles were red with anger.

He was so restrained that he trembled all over, and his head was violently turned to the side.

If it wasn't Raisha's younger brother standing in front of him, he would definitely make the other party taste the punch.

But Fyodor just expressed his long-standing concerns.

Whether it is subjective or objective, he is not wrong.

After taking several deep breaths in a row, Zhongyuan Zhong also stabilized.

He gritted his teeth, "You can tell her. But don't scare her. I will bear the consequences no matter what."

If that document is, as the other party said, his most authentic past, then he should bear the consequences it will bring.

Because he is the "Test Work No. A[-]" described in the materials, which is irrefutable.

Moving the information aside a little, Fyodor narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at this person he had observed countless times.

Only this answer can make him think highly of this gravitational envoy who is only loyal to the port mafia.

"Of course I wouldn't tell her the truth in a way that would scare her."

But she already knew.

After Dazai attracted Rimbaud and Verlaine, she must have seen the real "2383 Pedestrian Format", and connected with the clues she revealed before.

No one has ever told Zhongyuan about this kind of thing, and Zhongyuanzhong would never think of asking her.

"But before Laya reads it, I can sell it to you."

Wine red eyes slightly curved.

The lips with the same curvature spit out the words of great temptation.

"Mr. Zhongyuan is actually very curious, right? Who is he? How was he born? How did he grow up? These questions have never been solved, have they?"

If the plan had not been temporarily changed to save the lives of these people, Dazai would not have seized the gap.

Although I don't know what that Oda Sakunosuke means to Dazai.

But it is absolutely impossible to hide from the ubiquitous rats and make small moves.

In addition, defective products also need to be processed.

Of course, dolls that cannot be separated from the machine for a long time cannot be given as gifts.

So in the final analysis, I can barely make up for this broken hat.

It's just that the other marks on the hat are too heavy.

It was so heavy that it would be out of Laya's control at any time.

That does not work.

"By the way, Mr. Zhongyuan went to find those five people with me."

Highly arousing the other party's appetite, Fyodor changed the subject, turned around and went downstairs with the information.

This is the first time I have seen the distribution inside the skeleton village in the Central Plains.

He had never heard of such a large basement in the Muzhai before this.

The sound insulation in the basement is poor.

It was so bad that there was still a distance away, and the familiar voices could be heard intertwined in the Central Plains.

The sound of billiard balls colliding together, the sound of footsteps going back and forth, the sound of young people laughing and cursing...

Everything is as it is in the old world.

Except for what they were clamoring about.

"Why is this Zhong Ye stupider than an albatross? No matter how I teach it, I can't teach it..."

The pianist said half-complainingly, half-jokingly.

Hearing his own name, Albatross immediately retorted, "How can you say that? You're not so smart in the first place! Didn't his little girlfriend say that?"

"Zhong is also a big idiot!" The young man imitated the four faces, "so it should be taken for granted that Zhong is also an idiot!"

What "this Zhongye"...

Zhong Yuan also pushed open the door and looked at the five... six people gathered around the pool table.

The extra one was exactly the boy who was exactly the same as himself that he had glimpsed two months ago.

The young man standing behind him suddenly pressed against his ear.

The words were laughing, and the voice was so small that only he could hear clearly.

"Then now, please allow me to introduce the content of this transaction to you."

"The content is simple and easy to say, but difficult to say."

"Kill your body."

"You will be able to see this information that represents your past."

The demon from hell waved the steel fork in his hand, piercing the softest heart.

"In this way, Raya will not be possessed by another you."

"How is it? Mr. Nakahara?"