The florist has no personality

"number 7834."

At a certain dark corner of the street, when a dwarf wrapped in a bandage passed by, he suddenly heard a gloomy voice from the darkness.

But the other party said that set of numbers stopped the weirdo in the straps.

"Captain, what's going on?" The tall man walking behind with an umbrella also stopped, looking forward with some puzzlement.

"Afutu, Yunye, you guys go to Yoshihara first, and I'll be there later." The dwarf who walked in front had a relaxed smile in his tone, but for some reason the atmosphere at the scene didn't give people a relaxed feeling at all.

Although the two umbrella holders who followed didn't understand the reason, they didn't seem to intend to violate the meaning of the "leader".

"Leader, Yunye and I should go have a drink nearby." The man named Afutu chose a compromise solution, and then took his companions to a place where he would not disturb his head.

He could see that his team leader seemed to have encountered something that needed to be resolved, but he didn't know that the other party had something that needed to be resolved on Earth.

After the two men walked away, another voice came from the dark place.

"Number 7834, it's been a long time. I didn't expect you to be the son of Xinghai Fangzhu. No wonder you can get rid of the control, no wonder you can't be found anywhere, and no wonder you were able to handle all the training with ease when you were on the spaceship." From the darkness A man wrapped in a black cloak came out from the middle.

"Who... are you?" The man with straps called No. 7834 still had an optimistic tone, and even tilted his head, as if the other party had completely misunderstood the person.

"Also, I..." Although the expression of the strapped man was still squinting and smiling, his tone suddenly sank, "I don't know a guy with a cool name like Master Xinghaifang."

With that said, the man in the belt was about to move on.

"..." The man in the black cloak seemed to be stunned for a moment, but soon came back to his senses and said, "It's not important, I'm just here to investigate the matter of No. 3789."

When the man with the straps heard this set of numbers, he stopped again.

Number 3789...

What emerged in his mind was a quiet, good-looking figure... who used to love to laugh.It was a guy who used to have vitality and potential, and his whole soul exuded a powerful aura, but gradually became as boring as the numb walking dead around him, and turned into a puppet who didn't know where he would die in the end.

"When you first came to the spaceship, you were still a child who ran away from home, and you were poisoned by the madman's flower. You were in a mess, right? It was No. 3789 who saved you, otherwise you would still be a lunatic with amnesia." The other party stopped, and the tone of the man in the black cloak became complacent again, as if he had grasped the other party's weakness.

"Ah, isn't this Mr. Trainer? Why did you become so embarrassed?" The man in the straps smiled exaggeratedly as if he had recognized the man in the cloak just now, and greeted him, "It's like a lost dog."

"Isn't it because of No. 3789?" The trainer in a black cloak has a lizard-like head and fierce red eyes, and he looks like a celestial being who is not easy to get along with. A good puppet is for the puppet killer to break through the group of earthlings who claim to be patriots."

"The price they offered was very attractive. The spaceship also hoped that the ace No. 3789 could make a name for itself with this business, so it sent him to Earth, ahem..." After the trainer spoke for a while, his breath seemed to be A little weaker.

"Hmm." The man in the tie smiled and listened, as if he didn't care about the information the other party said.

"I didn't expect that he would die here." The trainer gritted his teeth and said.

"..." The smile of the strapped man seemed a little weird.

"It was the people on Earth who killed him! A silver-haired warrior killed No. 3789!" The trainer's tone was full of hatred, "After No. 3789 died, the spaceship had no choice but to drive me out in order to appease Tu Lanxing's anger. The spaceship, even my body..."

"If it's just these things, it's fine, but before I die, I want to find the silver-haired warrior who killed No. 3789, otherwise I won't be reconciled if I die!" The trainer said, looking at the man with the belt, "7834 No, that is the earthling who can kill No. 3789, cough cough——I may need your help. If it were you, you would also want to kill..."

"You mean... No. 3789 was killed by the Earthlings?" The man with the straps tilted his head, his eyes that had been squinting suddenly widened, as if they were staring at the trainer in front of him without bright eyes.

"That silver-haired samurai is here, and that samurai named Sakata Gintoki is here. Number 7834, you and I..."

"Well……"

Before the trainer finished speaking, he found that an arm had pierced his abdomen. Although he was wearing a strap but always looked harmless, he would attack him at this time!

As the opponent's arm was withdrawn, the trainer only saw the blood in his body gushing out crazily, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

The last picture he saw was that No. 7834 untied the bandage on his face, and said to him with a harmless smile: "When I was young, I am grateful for your care. Besides, I have no interest in No. 3789 at all." ,goodbye."

bye bye

Obviously it's a farewell...

The trainer knew his physical condition very well, otherwise he wouldn't have found No. 7834 for help, he knew he was going to die now.But the trainer never imagined that No. 3789, who had lost his memory and sanity because of Madman Flower, was finally rescued by 7834 with the plant ability, would really care nothing about No. 3789's affairs...!

"Sure enough, no matter how many years, it's just garbage." The number 7834 who untied the belt looked like a handsome boy with warm orange hair. The four words "friendly" have nothing to do with each other.

That is, when the orange-haired boy was standing in the alley with his back to the street, he suddenly heard some familiar voices and cravings from the street behind——

"Ayin, Ayin, when will we have another banquet, Alu?"

"It's so noisy, I'm still hungover, don't talk to me." A somewhat impatient voice came next.

"Kagura, Ah Yin is not such a popular guy, otherwise he wouldn't owe so much money in the mother-in-law's shop." Another boy's voice seemed to be tearing things apart.

"Nonsense!" The hungover and impatient voice couldn't help retorting, "The word 'popular' is specially prepared for Sakata Gintoki!"

"..." The smile on the face of No. 7834 standing there with its back to them became brighter and brighter. It quickly turned in the direction of the voice, tilted its head to look at the strange silver-haired man standing on the street, and asked with a smile. , "Did you just say... Sakata Gintoki?"