All my brothers are from another world

Osamu Dazai smiled and looked modest and polite.

"Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding."

Hisoka seemed to be encountering this kind of situation for the first time, and he seemed extra patient and interested.

"What misunderstanding? Tell me, I'll listen to your explanation—"

But if you insist on saying that there was an accident, it is not an accident.Dazai doesn't know much about the man in front of him, but based on the information he has so far, he can guess what kind of person he is. With a smile on his face, he thought quickly in his heart, and said in a panic: "This is Xiaoyi... the young master asked me to do it."

"I'm just a humble worker."

"Little Yi?" Hisoka caught the key words, and he asked with great interest: "Are you familiar with Yiermi Beat Dike?"

Hisoka fiddled with the phone in his hand, and turned to the address book to look it up. There was no need to look it up at all, and the contacts on the newly bought phone were just a few empty numbers.

He saw his name without any surprise. "[Perverted Fruit Farmer] and [The black-hearted kid will be beaten by the society sooner or later, kneel down and cry and call him Dad...], wow, what a long name, does the second kid refer to Xiao Yi? You are really brave It’s a super big worker.”

Osamu Dazai was about to burst into tears, looking extremely weak and harmless.He clasped his hands together and pleaded guilty: "Ah, I'm guilty. I shouldn't speak ill of the boss behind his back. I'm just a social animal."

"God knows, these are the only things social animals can do to spread their grievances, and I hope you don't tell Master Yiermi, spare your life!!"

The slightly curly-haired boy looked about 14 or 15 years old. He seemed to be blind in one eye, his body was wrapped in bandages, and his face was pale and trembling.

He seemed to be nothing more than a harmless high school student, and at this moment he raised his head sadly and prayed for the tall and strangely dressed adult man in front of him.

The impoverished young man with no books stepped into the workplace prematurely, and accidentally relied on his outstanding talent to work for the killer family in Kukulu Mountain.

But he didn't expect to enter the thief ship.Now he has to take the blame for the young master of the company and be bullied by his weird friends.

The corners of Hisoka's mouth curled up slightly.

"It's okay, it's okay★" The poker cards in his hand shook slightly.

The red-haired Mr. Magician said, "I'm not going to take your life—"

Men's words are usually not to be trusted.

And for Mr. Magician, who is the most deceitful in the transformation department, there is often no truth in his mouth.

Osamu Dazai turned his head to avoid the sharp poker.

There was another ruptured wound on his cheek, it wasn't deep, but blood was still flowing slowly.

The next poker card slid towards his neck, and besides that, there was [flexible love], they didn't know when they were on the scene, they wrapped around it.

The seemingly arrogant and casual magician is extra cautious in his actions.The cards that fell on the ground were pulled back by the strong viscous force, and returned to Hisoka's hand.

But that blow just now really wouldn't kill him.Osamu Dazai looked at the man casually standing under the tree, but if he didn't dodge, he would probably scrape off a large piece of flesh on his face.

Disfigurement would still be ugly.Again, Osamu Dazai is not interested in disfigurement.

"Please don't do this, I don't want to die yet, thank you." Osamu Dazai stood up and gave him a stop sign with a calm expression.

He didn't seem to be panicking anymore, the pitiful look he had before had completely disappeared, and there was no extra emotion in his iris-colored pupils, as if the person who was facing death just now and now was not himself .

"Honest boy." Hisoka bent his long and narrow eyes, and actually put away the thoughts beside him.

"Now can you tell me what's going on with Il fans?" Hisoka asked, "I've been tricked for so long, so I should have the right to know?"

Osamu Dazai smiled on the surface: "Of course, of course you have the right."

"Then let me ask a question first." Hisoka turned out the photo, which was a screenshot of a video. He pointed to the black-haired boy on it, and asked kindly, "Tell who this is first?"

Osamu Dazai glanced at it:

"That's right, as you think, it's Ilmi Beat the Enemy."

"Yes, you guessed it right, he has become smaller."

"Why do I know? Yes, I basically listened to your conversations."

Osamu Dazai directly clicked three times, even saving

The other party's question.

The thoughtfulness of the curly-haired boy elicited an ambiguous laugh from the other party.

"Oh? This is really unexpected. If you become smaller, you mean physically and psychologically smaller. Let me guess, is Xiaoyi now in a state where she hardly knows me?"

The magician with flamboyant red hair guessed: "What's the reason for the shrinkage? Special power of thought? Experiment? Or something else interesting?"

"I don't think you seem like Xiao Yi's subordinates-heh, are you a friend of Yi's fans?" Hisoka raised the last two words slightly intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was emphasizing something: "But No one has ever heard of you before—did you make friends when you were a young apple?"

This person is really annoying.Osamu Dazai was thinking a bit gloomily, one of his eyes and half of his face was covered by white gauze, and the corner of his covered eye was twitching.

Suddenly, Osamu Dazai seemed to think of something: "Let's do it."

Osamu Dazai pointed to the door at the back: "Take me out. To tell you the truth, looking at me as a thin and weak otaku, you should be able to tell that I don't seem to be able to push the door in front of me."

"Hisuo-kun, if you take me out, how about I tell you some interesting secrets?" Osamu Dazai said in a soft voice, "You should already know that the young master is not here now, and if you continue to stay, you will only be punished." Patriarch, please go drink tea—this family is full of super scary monsters."

"Besides these, what else can you bring me?" Hisoka seemed to be thinking: "I feel like I will offend the people who beat the enemy Hakka."

Osamu Dazai raised a finger and waved it:

"Ah, there is a good saying, this kind of thing doesn't depend on what you want—"

"But look at me, what's there."

Osamu Dazai is about to spit it out! !

What the hell is a fucking human roller coaster! !The dog thing who is working hand in hand with the idiot Yiermi is really a fucking idiot!

fuck! !

His eyes turned white from being pinned, and he felt a tumbling stomach.

The fragile abdomen was carried by strong arms, and the muscular man led him down the mountain with his thoughts, and the strong wind blowing over his cheeks felt so sour——

"Hey, don't spit on me, little apple." Hisoka seemed to be aware of the other party's discomfort, and said casually, "If you spit it out, I'll kill you—"

Damn, crazy! !

Yi Er fan propped his face, he didn't feel the deep yearning from another world, otherwise he might feel relieved and cry bitterly.

Now that he is in this high and cold place, he just feels miserable inside. Yi Ermi turned his head and stared at his useless younger brother, No. 2 and his pseudo-mother Heroic Spirit with big dull eyes.

Il fans: "Oh."

Qi Ya has been upset for a long time: "Stop sighing at us!! You look just like Dazai Osamu's affectation!?"

Yi Ermi casually turned the water glass in front of her: "Oh, so what?"

"The catastrophe is imminent, you still won't allow me to sigh?" Yiermi said blankly, "What? You want to do it?"

ha?Are you talking about yourself?Qi Ya did not comment on the double standard of the guy in front of him.

"Now, I have offended Kotomine Kirei. Kotomine Kirei's servant is the King of Heroes, and the King of Heroes is the top. The legend records the treasury."

Elmi slid the tablet in his hand: "Do you really know what the Age of Mythology looked like?"

Yi Ermi pointedly nodded at the heroic spirit who was acting coquettishly towards the brown-haired boy in a short skirt.

"If the opponent is this kind of brainless, it's still possible." But when the rationality is normal, the strength is strong, and there are weapon enhancement buffs...

Shit assassination, just give it for nothing.

"Uh huh, I'm finished." Yi Ermi lay on the soft sofa: "Oh, no, everyone is going to be finished—"

"Are you kidding?" The silver-haired child frowned, "No matter how you look at it, it doesn't matter. If it really doesn't work, we don't need to participate."

"That's not right—" Yi Ermi said, "This is not allowed."

"But, if we don't participate, we won't be able to go back..." Tsuna Kichi added in a low voice, "Not only brother Komaeda and I, but even you guys won't be able to go back..."

Tsuna Ji's eyes were dim: "I'm sorry, Qiya..." The hope of winning the Holy Grail is really too slim.

Qi Ya gave Tsuna a chestnut on the forehead, of course, it wasn't heavy.

"Talking about such useless things again. Besides, if you can't go back, you can't go back. Anyway, I ran away from home. Who likes to stay in that kind of dark and cold-blooded family."

Qi Ya said half-comfortably: "Besides, there are all magic in this world, maybe there are other ways."

Qi Ya didn't notice that when he finished the first sentence, the young master with black hair and black eyes looked at him.

Yi Ermi stood up and pressed the elevator: "Qi Ya, come out with me."

The elevator descends slowly, and the red number keeps decreasing.

In the narrow space of the quadrilateral, the silver-haired child and the black-haired child stood in opposite corners.

When the two of them were alone, the air suddenly became stiff.

As if he couldn't stand the atmosphere of silence first, the silver-haired boy gave a "tsk" and spoke first, with a tone of impatience: "Why are you looking for me? What can't you say there? Don't beat around the bush like that."

"Oh, if that's the case, then I'll just say it straight."

"killua," the Il fan called out the boy's name.

He turned his head and asked calmly, "You should know what your name means."

"What the hell?" Qi Ya raised his eyelids and looked at Yi Ermi in front of him: "What do you want to say?"

"It really surprised me. If I remember correctly, you should have started assassination training in your family since you were 3 years old."

The boy with black hair and black eyes spoke slowly in a calm tone, he looked at the younger brother in front of him: "You don't look like Miji, Miji's physical fitness and talent are not strong, and you don't look like Alluka , because of a strange power, you have been restricted and guarded since childhood. You inherited your father's silver hair and blue eyes, but you did not inherit the beliefs in the family."

"Do you still remember what I said during the first mission with you?" Yi Ermi slowly walked into her younger brother who was about the same age as her.

Qi Ya subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but there was no room to retreat behind him.After realizing that he was still being intimidated by Yier fans, his complexion was not good.

His brother, who was almost the same age as him, seemed to want to put his hand on his head.But Qi Ya dodged it and put it on his shoulder instead.

That pair of dark, almost invisible pupils looked over and stared at him.

Moment

Suddenly, the surrounding air seemed to become thicker and colder.

"Are you afraid of me?" the black-haired killer asked softly.

His voice is not angry, but every time Chiya talks to him, it feels as cold and inhuman as if he is facing an electronic robot.

Children who have received relevant education from an early age can even bring out this kind of knowledge argument similar to the uncanny valley effect and that performing tasks without emotion makes it easier for the enemy to fall into confusion and confusion.

That theoretical knowledge doesn't stop the eerie, more breathless feeling from seeping in.

"You are so cowardly, timid, and sometimes emotional, impulsive and reckless, you don't even look like a killer."

The boy showed a smile that was the same as under the pale moonlight that night. On this face, it looked like a black and white punctuation with a mockery. Everything made people extremely irritated.

"This surprised me. I don't deny your outstanding talent, which is even better than mine." Yi Ermi said with a smile: "But what makes me feel funny is that you have never thought of anything until now. It's evasion."

"Don't talk about your belief in dedicating everything to the family." Yi Ermi narrowed her eyes slightly: "You are not even a qualified killer."

The silver-haired boy's blue eyes were cold, he gritted his teeth, and released a terrifying murderous aura without showing any weakness: "What do you know—I don't want to be a killer at all!"

"I'm not interested in killing people—not at all!"

Yi Ermi was not frightened by this murderous look, but just looked at him coldly and said, "That's why I think you are weak and childish."

"What are you afraid of? Do you think killing people is terrible?" Yi Ermi said without emotion: "Could it be that you think this world is beautiful and kind? It's like a beautiful delusion in a fairy tale?"

"Could it be that the family has given you too much spoiling and caused you to have such a wrong understanding?"

"I didn't..." Qi Ya wanted to deny it.

"I should ask you a question, aren't you very active when you compete with me to earn pocket money for such a dirty job?"

Elmi bent his black cat eyes, looked at the shrinking and trembling pupils of the other party, and asked gently: "Then, do you think the chocolate candies you bought with that money are delicious?"