All my brothers are from another world

Intense aroma.Strange aroma.

Due to the flourishing of the opening, the light and light fragrances are densely overlapped and competed to open up, thus weaving into a strong smell.

Gentleness has become predatory, serenity has become wild and flamboyant.

They filled the entire room, as if to fill it up.Wrap the whole person in it.

Ryan is not used to this overly strong floral fragrance, especially the smell of paint mixed in it.

But soon, his sight was firmly attracted by a painting placed in the center of the room.

It is a large, striking, mural-like portrait.

Gold and red shades.

Warm and flamboyant.

With wings that blaze like flames.

It's like a huge angel hanging down its sacred wings, descending into the world, sitting among the tulip flowers.

Boy, no, it should be said to be a teenager.

His face was gentle and pitiful, but those golden pupils rolling like red lava were cold, without any emotion.

Through the wild tulips growing wantonly and the flame feathers flying in the air, these pure gold eyes looked at the people who came here to visit.

Angel.

He has similar facial features

This painting is not yet finished.

Is this the painting that Tsunaki mentioned?

Ryan froze for a while before recovering from the attraction.

He half-forced to look away from the painting.

It seems to attract people to watch with a strange magic power.

Angels are obviously such holy creatures, but there is more in this painting, which makes me feel something is wrong, with weirdness and confusion.

An uneasy and restless feeling lingered in his mind. Ryan shook his head. Now is not the time to appreciate oil paintings at all.

He turned his head away, looked out of the window, and began to search for traces of what he was looking for.

- Signature of documents from the original family.

He has already inquired before this, if the files are not in the study and bedroom, then the most likely place is where Visil stayed for the longest time

The location of the studio with strong confidentiality.

In fact, the purpose of Ryan's visit this time was to obtain this document.Otherwise, he would not have sent such a precious mind-power user out to be sold.

Ryan looked around, his eyes resting on a large pot of brilliant two-color tulips.

"There's something wrong with the air here." Ryan covered his mouth, and he felt a burning sensation in his lungs.

"It should be here, but what is the smell of the air?"

It's not right, it's not right... This smell... His eyelids began to sink involuntarily.

He uncontrollably looked at the huge angel statue in the center again.

The sound of a human body falling to the ground.

The boy passed out on the floor.

"Tulip flowers contain a toxic alkaloid. People and animals stay in this flower cluster for 2 to 3 hours, and they will feel dizzy and have symptoms of poisoning."

A voice without ups and downs sounded in the studio room, explaining the reason why the boy passed out like a narration:

"And this is not an ordinary tulip. After all, it can grow in the harsh environment of Meteor Street."

"Ah, sure enough. There are poisonous thorns all over the bottom."

The black-haired boy looked at his cut index finger, put it in his mouth and licked it.

He then pushed open the window, lowered his head, and commented to the curly-haired boy who barely climbed up: "You are really too weak, you have already opened the reading, and it takes so long to climb the window."

Osamu Dazai rolled into the window sill with a dark face.

"It's not my problem at all, is it? The living conditions in this place are really bad! There are rubbish everywhere along the way, and I can't tell the way at all."

The curly-haired boy covered his nose as he spoke: "There's still this smell, it's just so sleepy! It's everywhere!"

Dazai took a breath of the fragrance in the air.Bad countenance.

He glanced at Ryan lying on the ground, stepped over, and then turned his gaze to the eye-catching painting.

The poisonous food that the Hakkas ate every day in the beating enemy finally played their role at this moment.Osamu Dazai was surprised that his poison resistance had become so high.

Of course, compared to monster kids like Ilmi

Said it was still a lot worse.

The boy's kite-colored pupils turned to stare at the painting. Instead of showing a retreating attitude towards the painting like Ryan did, he moved closer and looked up and down.

"This painting is mixed with a very strong smell of blood." Osamu Dazai's eyes froze slightly.

"Hey, are the current rulers so crazy? It's so unusual to have a hobby of art."

The curly-haired boy with a bandaged eye waved his hand, disapproving of such an artistic act.

"What about this guy?" Osamu Dazai pointed to Ryan on the ground.

"He didn't see us, so don't worry about it." Yi Ermi grabbed the opponent with one hand and threw him directly from the window sill.

Eh?Dazai opened his eyes slightly.

"It doesn't matter, I can't die." Yier Fan said very calmly.

"Hurry up and do the task." The young master ordered the other party to say: "This time the task is mainly for your assessment."

"It's really strange. Mom unexpectedly likes you very much." The eldest young master said, "So your assessment is still very important. If you don't pass, mom will be very disappointed."

Dazai sighed, expressing that he knew it.

Although it is said that Mrs. Kiqiu's "like" for him is the dress-up game and "cooking training" that make him feel a little unsatisfactory, well, it is actually feeding poison.

But I have to say that gaining the favor of the wife of the head of the house is of great benefit and harmless to me, an outsider.

The curly-haired boy looked at the bandage wrapped around his finger.

This time the task was entrusted by the gang organization, about killing the three servants in Oslo.

Meteor Street has recently ushered in a "big change" storm.In other words, gangsters and Meteor Street have entered the honeymoon period in recent years.

However, among the mayors of Meteor Street, there are always those who oppose or have nothing to do with them.

The district chiefs check and balance each other, so if it is difficult to make a move, let the gangsters find someone from outside to do it.

It's like... a family of professional killers.Beat the enemy family.

"Kill the three servants. Because according to the customer, the other party should be a person who understands obligations, just give a warning."

Master Killer held the phone and swipe the screen: "But it's still a bit troublesome. Because they are all strong."

"We still have to find a way to get in touch with the other party." Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and scratched his limp hair, exhausted physically and mentally.

I need the ability to touch the body, and sure enough, it is too troublesome in this world.

So how do you get in there?Or touch each other, these strong people should be quite vigilant about physical contact.

If he bumped into someone casually, maybe the blood would be splashed three feet high on the spot.

This Yier fan is an old and heartless guy, he will definitely find it troublesome, he probably won't even collect the corpse for himself, just pat his ass and leave.

Ahhh, it's also a part-time job. In such a comparison, Mr. Sen is simply a capitalist with a conscience.

Then there was a "click".

Osamu Dazai, whose train of thought was interrupted, looked at Ilmi.

The other party took a photo of the painting that Osamu Dazai complained about with his mobile phone.

"What are you doing?" Dazai looked at the other side in a daze.

"I think mom will like it." Yi Ermi held the phone, and the light from the screen was reflected in the black eyes.

Paintings mixed with thoughts.

Elmi cast a glance.