All my brothers are from another world

The mobile phone in the pocket is constantly vibrating with incoming messages.

The black-haired, black-eyed boy put one hand in the pocket of his jacket, and flexibly peeled off a lollipop with the other hand.

The snacks he ate today exceeded the standard, and now he feels a little sweet and greasy in his mouth. The killer's body, which did not have any smell, was also stained with a sweet and greasy aroma that he could feel when he got close, as if from a certain dessert factory. It's the same as the people who came out of it.

He lowered his head, and after a while, he finally took out his phone.

Sure enough, it was a text message bombardment from the magician.

【Did Xiao Yi also come to see my game—】

【Why didn't I see Xiao Yiren?I don’t even tell anyone ★]

【Hey, Xiao Yi doesn't reply to other people's text messages—(heartbreak)(heartbreak)】

Il fans are too lazy to care about each other.

He's going to find that number 46 now.Yierfan has never been a nosy person. He saved player No. 46 this time only because in the arena, with his excellent dynamic vision, Yierfan saw the strange text on No. 46's clothes.

That kind of strange text has a vague sense of familiarity, and it is not a language of the hunter's world.

After Osamu Dazai crossed over, regarding the fact that the other party didn't know the characters here, Osamu Dazai's learning method was to connect similar characters and phonetic runes.

The Il fan paid attention for a while when he was inspecting, and now he saw similar words, as well as the other party's strange luck.

These made Yier fans unconsciously think of the bandage maniac's unreasonable ability to directly eliminate thoughts in "No Man in the World".

The killer is always quick, he never likes to drag his feet.After all, time is money and efficiency is paramount.

If Hisoka killed the other party, it would definitely not be a good thing if he hadn't figured it out yet.

Of course, blocking Hisoka may also cause some mistakes.

Like now - a crazy text from a magician.

The other party must be very upset now.The young master thought to himself, after all, Hisoka was almost always on the passive side during the battle.

Attacks are ineffective, often by accident.

bad luck, friendship

capsize.

Tsk, how pitiful.The young master thought to himself, this time it's not easy to fool him.

[Speaking of which, Xiao Yi has been very indifferent to me recently-he didn't reply to text messages.Thinking about it this way, we haven't seen each other for almost three months - what is Xiao Yi doing? 】

Irmi thought for a while, no, how could the other party be a rich fat sheep, and I couldn't just lose a fat sheep customer who would keep producing milk.

Il lost a message back:

[I read it. 】

[There are guests at home. 】

【recently, I am busy. 】

[Today's Lost Fruit Farmer: Hmm-Isn't Xiaoyi here to meet you? 】

【Today's Lost Fruit Farmer: They have already come to watch the competition★】

Hisoka made it clear.

But Il fans will not pass.

It is impossible for him to pass like this. For current Il fans, Hisoka is too dangerous a man.

He didn't want Yingnian to be disabled yet.

Hisoka looked at the delayed message in his hand and let out a chuckle.For a battle fanatic like Hisoka, he has always been a person with a strong desire to win.

He always has a challenging mentality for novel opponents, but this time it seems to have hit a wall.

On the 46th, Nagito Komaeda, he recalled the situation of the last match, and the feeling of experiencing it personally was quite different from the feeling of just watching it.

The feeling of being led by the nose by fate can be said to be very bad.No matter what the method is, it seems that there is an invisible hand obstructing it.

When he was watching it before, he thought it was some trick of the other party, but the result was really like you accidentally slipped on the road, or a vase fell from your head.

luck.This world is not something that mere human power can grasp.

After Hisoka was very uncomfortable...he chose to give up.

"Although luck is also a part of strength, but," Hisoka recalled the other party's eyes: "Like a mutated strange apple, people cursed by luck are too boring." Fighting can't even arouse interest.The other party is just like a bug.

But why did Xiao Yi save the other party? This is a good question.

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Actually, Yier fans never liked losing money. Although he is a guy who seems to have no desires and no emotions, he is usually very talkative.

But once the issue of interests is involved, he will tear away that layer of disguise, like a bottomless pit.

Is a pretty greedy guy.

After a while, a phone call came, Hisoka smiled.

"Moses, Hisoka?" Yi Ermi's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Ah, if you are talking about me accidentally blocking your attack, I'm sorry." The voice was like undulating water, the voice was flat and devoid of emotion, and the magician didn't realize that the other party had anything similar to "Sorry" "Related meaning.

"The target of the assassination was among the crowd. He planned to leave after cleaning up, but Hisoka knew about the chaos." Of course he knew, he was on the field.

The summary is:

"There was a little accident, and it turned out that the nail was shot in the wrong place."

"Hmm-so that's the case," Hisoka said as if suddenly realizing it, "It's rare for Xiao Yi to make a mistake."

Il fans: "..."

"But the opponent's luck is really super good."

Hisoka listened to the noise in the phone except Yiermi's voice.

He didn't deliberately make things difficult for Yier fans. The text message bombing before seemed to be just to listen to the other party's explanation.Even if this explanation is not very reasonable explanatory.

But it's really hard to tell if it's placed on No. 46, it's really cunning, the magician's eyes are bent, and his tone is flirtatious: "Xiao Yi is very noisy there, he is still busy-is it disturbing you? I see, Then I won't bother you—"

"Okay, bye."

"Little Yibai—"

Hisoka made a somewhat sweet and magnetic voice as if he was disgusting himself. The black-haired killer shot the tack with a sharp cold light towards the person who was close to him. After flipping forward, he held the phone with his free hand Directly twisted the neck of the person next to him.

Clean and decisive.

The sound of flesh breaking.

The killer landed lightly on the ground, like a black cat, without any sound from his footsteps.

He pressed the peaked cap on his head and gave Wutong

After sending a [mission completed] message, he walked towards the room where No. 46 was located.

nobody.

The room was empty.

?

"How many flower pots is this?"

"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look right."

"Hey, what happened?"

The passers-by beside him whispered and looked at the boy walking on the street with suspicious eyes.

Behind the boy, there was already a row of neatly broken flower pots and some messy things.

Look up and go up, as if the top is not a residential building but a trash can from top to bottom.

But this "garbage" is really too accurate, right?

While watching all the way, a young girl probably couldn't stand it anymore, she hesitated for a while and walked up to the front, calling out to the boy.

"Are you calling me?" Komaeda pointed at himself unexpectedly.

"Yes," the girl asked with a hesitant expression, "Um... This one, do you want to call the police? I just found out that this flower pot has been falling down. I wonder if someone is trying to do something. Bad things……"

Komaeda was stunned when he was stopped. He glanced at the sundries in the flower pots behind him, and then smiled: "Ah, it doesn't matter, it should be just an accident."

"I never thought that I, such a scumbag, would be worthy of your concern. You are so kind!" Komaeda said sincerely.

"Eh? Oh." The girl was a little dazed, why did this man speak so strangely.

While talking, another flower pot fell down!

No way no way!This is the 7th one! ?No matter how you look at it, it looks like a deliberate murder!

"Sure enough, we should call the police!"

But this kind of murder is too blatant!In broad daylight, what kind of deep hatred is this? !

The girl's expression gradually became frightened.

She pointed at the other party with trembling fingers and covered her mouth: "That, your head..."

um, head?What's wrong?Komaeda touched it, and it felt warm and sticky.I see.

Warm blood flowed down from the white hair, like a drop of scarlet flower blooming on the ground.And the sound of shards of glass.

"It was actually hit... This is really..."

"Oh my God, are you okay? I'm calling an ambulance!"

"Uh..." The gray-green pupils began to slacken, and the indistinct voice of the girl calling the ambulance came from the ear, oh, and the crowd surrounding it was densely packed.

The boy lay on the ground, he looked at his red palms, he didn't know why the strangers next to him were so anxious, and there were those people who came to watch the excitement and whisper, it was obviously just such a trivial matter.

But being able to become the center of attention really makes people feel flattered, although it is not a good thing...

Even when he was in a coma, the boy still had time to think about whether this was the price he had to bear.

No, it’s not right, a chronological order in which misfortune is exchanged for greater luck.I should have already paid for the misfortune of winning the game, right?

So what kind of luck did you get this time?

I'm so sleepy, I'll think about it when I wake up.

In other words, there seem to be many talented people in this world.

Really...

That's awesome...

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