As a screenwriter, I don't understand you very well

Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth.

...This was a bit beyond his expectations.

The black-haired boy pursed his lips, and a glint flashed in his eyes. Although he was calm on the surface, the twists and turns in his mind were spinning fast.

... This matter must be handled properly, covered up, and the facts slightly distorted.

Otherwise, if Mori Ogai knew... he would be a transcendent after all.

And it's not just an ordinary transcendent.

That was Verlaine.

The huge benefits contained in it can be obtained by Chief Sen willingly paying a sufficient price.

At present, it seems that he is still a transcendent who estimates what he wants for his younger brother. He belongs to the super strong combat power that can be said to be well controlled after grasping that point.

You must know that the port mafia is still very short of people...

You see, even cadre A can rely on money to get to the top.

Gee.

Osamu Dazai casually threw away the game console, took out his mobile phone from the side and texted something slowly.

The man in black didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly executed it meticulously.

On the other side, the blond man squatted down, his cobalt blue eyes stared at the silver-haired boy's face without blinking, full of charming affection: "I am Verlaine, Paul Verlaine... is your brother."

The man who just came into the world like a god of killing and was about to kill at any moment seemed to be restrained by something suddenly, staring at the young man: "I'm sorry, I never knew you existed. In a small place like the Port Mafia , you must have suffered, and Chuya... I will take you back."

Speaking of this, the man thought about the leader of this small place for a while: "How did that person treat you and Zhongye? Do you need me to kill him?" Why does he look ugly and in poor health? .

Verlaine recalled how the silver-haired boy and the black-haired boy over there were looking seriously at the equipment in their hands when he broke in through the window just now, and then recalled the information Lisen Ogai was wearing a dress and the red man next to him. The little girl in the skirt looks playful, and the bill for the little cake and skirt seems to be quite a lot.

Verlaine: ...

[It's getting cold, let the port mafia destroy it.jpg] (bushi)

Qian Yuche:?Actually we were just playing the game ovo

But it seems to be very good to let Mori Ogai take the blame.

The murderous intent flashed across the eyes of the blond man-made god, but he quickly calmed down. He got up from a half-squatting position looking straight at the silver-haired little boy, and put the silver-white suit jacket on his body towards the little boy. Wearing a suit: "Your face looks very bad... Your hands are also very cold, did you catch a cold?"

Qian Yuche: ...

He stabilized his mind, and reconfirmed that the seemingly not very smart person in front of him was indeed the assassin king who planned many murders that shocked the world: "...Excuse me, do you know what my name is? "

Heh, it's not that easy to recognize a younger brother.

What's more... If he didn't show up, Verlaine would really kill everyone related to Zhongye.

Qian Yuche's eyes turned cold.

How could a person like Brother Zhongye bear the death of his friend because of him, for such a ridiculous reason?

How sad he would be if this happened.

Verren paused.

Too bad, Chuya was the only one he knew at the time... He always thought that Chuya was the only one in this world who was his last brother.

Only Chuya will be the only person in this world who understands him.

Suddenly there was one more, and Verlaine's heart was full of dizzy surprise.

[I think back then, I planted a younger brother, and after many years, I reaped two younger brothers.jpg]

To be honest, in the eyes of the world-renowned Assassin King, the Port Mafia is just a small place, and he dares to confront the bell tower attendants openly, let alone the Port Mafia.

So he didn't collect too much relevant information, but just took a rough look.

... This has caused Verlaine to really not know who the silver-haired boy is and why he is here.

He said eagerly: "Brother...can you tell me your name...?"

He's slowly fading out of a lot of things now.

Now Verlaine just wants to find his younger brother, take them together, and share the family happiness (bushi).

Qian Yuche thought for a while.

Verlaine... It is definitely not feasible to hide, so it is a bad idea.

Dazai looked back at the boy, thoughtfully waved away all the men in black in the room, and left with brisk steps.

Before leaving, he closed the door intimately.

The boy blinked, and his foggy gray-blue pupils met those of cobalt blue.

"My name is Qian Yuche." He said slowly, "—and also one of the people you almost killed in country Y, the clock tower attendant, ten years ago."

Verlaine: ...

Verlaine: ? ! ! !

The Assassin King's eyes were just filled with the joy of knowing his brother's name, when he was shocked by the sudden turn of events: "Che, why would I want to kill you?!"

Having already called out his name affectionately, Verlaine was thinking quickly in his mind.

Bell Tower Attendant...?He remembered that he seemed to have killed the three supernatural beings there at that time, and even killed the queen's double... But, if it was a child ten years ago...

Verlaine remembered.

After all, it is difficult to forget such a special event.

... At that time, one day, someone suddenly approached him and asked him to kill someone.

It's from the Pages of the Clock Tower.

After all, Verlaine had absolute confidence in his own strength, and what the other party offered was really exciting, so he accepted the order without thinking too much.

Although he was still working for the government at that time...but it was a tacit unspoken rule for each other to do some work in private.

As long as you don't go too far, and don't let people find out who it is...it's fine.

Verlaine remembered that it was a rainy night in London.

Although the target to be solved was still a child about five or six years old, Verlaine didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

As long as the attendants of the clock tower don't find out who did it in the end and get entangled because of it, the Assassin King has nothing to fear.

Generally speaking, in the face of absolute strength, all tricks are useless.

Verlaine has always believed in this.

——The majestic transcendent, the seven transcendents were able to change the situation of the world back then, one can imagine how terrifying the transcendent is.

...and ended up capsizing in the gutter.

If it wasn't for Verlaine knowing not to make too much noise in London, he would have thought of tearing down London to find the child.

The Assassin King felt extremely weird at the time.

——A child, a small team of protectors, even two hours after he started to act, most of them were still left.

This is very scary.

Verlaine also figured it out at the time, this child was probably one of the trump cards that the clock tower attendants had been secretly protecting.

This kind of IQ... and it's still so small, it will definitely be an extremely difficult person to deal with in the future.

However, that child had a strange force at that time, and Verlaine couldn't help shivering slightly when he stabbed the child's shoulder with gravity.

Then the child seized the opportunity, endured the severe pain, seemed to say something in his mouth, and disappeared in place in an instant.

Just when Verlaine really wanted to take this task seriously, the employer sent another message.

It basically means that he has done a good job and there is no need to continue.

It doesn't matter if the person is not dead, the reward will be given.

Although Verlaine was puzzled by this kind of behavior, since the reward had already been obtained, it happened that one thing more was better than one thing less, so he did not continue to chase after it.

He still remembered that he stared indifferently at the place where the child disappeared for a few seconds, and then turned indifferently.

He is well aware of the injuries he has caused.

If it is not found in time, it will not last long in such a cold rainy night.

——What does the next thing have to do with him?

It's not something worth caring about either.

... On the contrary, it was too late to go back, and Rimbaud was about to start worrying again.

So the blond man put his hands in his pockets, pulled off his disguised cloak, and walked away at a leisurely pace without a single drop of rain splashing on his body.

Qian Yuche looked at the stiff body and unbelievable eyes of the man in front of him after recalling the incident, and smiled emotionlessly.

…At that time, the power of Huangbatu and Cthulhu in his body was not stable, and the two forces competed to flow in his body, causing his body to consume extremely quickly and become very weak.

And at that time, it happened that the power of the restraint system had the upper hand, and the power of Rage God was suppressed a bit ruthlessly. Under his intentional cover-up, although Verlaine had a strange sense of familiarity at that time, he didn't think much about it at all.

——So the situation at that time was created.

Verlaine felt very suffocated now, wishing he could go back and beat him up.

...At that time, it was fun to abuse my brother for a while, but in the future, I will chase my brother to the crematorium?

The blond man panicked, didn't know what to say, his lips moved, and the involuntary movements of his hands wrapped the white suit that the boy had just put on tighter.

"I'm sorry..." Verlaine's throat was a little dry, and he apologized helplessly.

... This is a bow he has never had before.

The blond man's face now doesn't have the domineering, cool and cold killer look when he first came in (?), and the face of the artificial god even has a little childlike confusion.

He never had a family.

But after searching through Qianfan and finally finding a family member, he found that he seemed to have hurt him many years ago.

As a result, the little boy doesn't accept him at all now.

The "God of Shepherd" gave him strength, taught him how to master supernatural powers, and how to kill people, but never told him how to treat a person well, how to redeem the mistakes he made, and how to get along with his family.

After a long silence, the blond man unbuttoned the boy's two suit jackets, one black and one white. Under the boy's silent gaze, he carefully unbuttoned the collar of the white shirt, revealing the hideous scar on his left shoulder.

——Even after such a long time, when people see the scar at a glance, they can still imagine the heart-piercing pain at that time.

Horrible scars were entrenched on the boy's fair skin, looking out of place and becoming more ferocious.

The blond man frowned, gently caressed the boy's scar with pity, and blew on the boy's shoulder clumsily and greenly: "...Blow it, and it won't hurt anymore."

What is the original story.

Pain Feifei...?

The silver-haired boy froze violently.

His gray-blue eyes widened suddenly, his body stiffened, and he slowly lowered his eyelids, watching the jerky but completely heartfelt movements of the blond man.

As if he was afraid that the boy would not be satisfied, Verlaine tried his best to pull out from his mind the words he had seen by chance before when the parents coaxed the cub.

He rubbed the boy's head.

"Huluhulumao, don't be scared...it's my brother's fault." If you still don't let it go, even if Asagi hits back and he himself causes a more serious wound on the shoulder, it will be completely fine.

Qian Yuche closed her eyes.

The boy quietly relaxed his body, letting his head lean towards the blond man's hand.

The sun shines on the interior, dispelling all the darkness, and the broken glass on the ground reflects the gentle light.

The room is quiet and peaceful.

----

Withdrawing from the memory, Qian Yuche was in no mood to tell anything for a while.

... Verlaine.

Zhong also saw the faint tiredness in the young man's eyes, and smiled apologetically at Ye Yinghou.

Ye Yinghou quickly waved her hand, saying that it was nothing at all.

Not long after, on the smooth plane, the young man who had just come out of Yu Xieye's infirmary closed his eyes a little tiredly, and fell asleep with a little drowsiness in his thoughts.

... so tired.

Ye Yinghou was sitting in the row in front of the young man and Zhong Ye. From the gap between the two chairs, he watched the young man leaning on the back of the chair and quietly closing his eyes. His long eyelashes made people feel itchy.

Zhong Yuan also sighed, and asked Kuroba, who was apparently a stewardess, to bring a blanket, and covered the boy thoughtfully, taking good care of every corner.

Then let the boy's head rest on his shoulder naturally.

Kuroba Kaito maintained the flight attendant's perfect smile on his face, but a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

...Looking at the movements of the white-haired man just now and the red-haired man beside him now.

And when Bai Mao brazenly said something about "brother", the blond and black-skinned man who was often pestered by the little detective next to him exuded a faint aura.

There is also a mole on the corner of the mouth, the man with glasses who looks like a social animal, for some reason, seems to suddenly become vigilant as if he is facing a big enemy.

(Ango:! Oops! Is he going to be kidnapped? What about Dazai——)

After all, Kuroba Kaito is a person who can act as the second generation Kaitou Kidd and has no flaws. He is also very proficient in the disguise of various people...

So he has always believed in his capture of human emotions.

Kaito-san: I always feel that I should not be in the plane, but under the plane: D

Probably because the boy fell asleep, so the people on the plane also tacitly did not move, but quietly doing their own things, or closing their eyes to rest their minds.

It's not very far from the island country to Huaguo, and it's even faster by plane, so the plane began to land and taxi soon.

Kuroba, who kept the standard stewardess smile and forged ahead (?) in the silent atmosphere of the group: Thank goodness, it's finally here. (cigarette)

Just when he thought his difficult career as a flight attendant was coming to an end.

The accident happened suddenly.

Nakaya used to be with Asaba a lot before, and sometimes they would go on business trips and fly together in the same posture.

... Zhong, who also squinted his eyes for a while on the plane just now, couldn't react for a while, looking at the sleepy-eyed teenager beside him seemed to be dreaming back to the past.

——So naturally, as if he had formed muscle memory, he found the most suitable posture, and supported the boy firmly with gravity.

A group of people who have just unfastened their seat belts and are about to get off the plane: ...

A group of people:? ? ? ? ? (Pupil shock.jpg)