[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

Bucciarati said there was no problem.

I left a lot of things I bought in the coffee shop. The shop manager exchanged a few greetings with me to express his concern, then he glanced at Buccarati who was waiting at the door of the shop, and sighed, "Fortunately, I Contact Bugarati, otherwise things will be troublesome."

I looked at the store manager with puzzled eyes.

The store manager explained: "Just now I saw that something was wrong, so I called Bugarati. Fortunately, he was nearby. Did the gangster frighten you just now? But don't worry, there is Bugarati here. It'll be fine."

Seeing the store manager's complete trust in Bucciarati, coupled with his description, I guessed curiously: "Is Mr. Bucciarati a policeman?"

The store manager immediately denied: "Of course not, the police in Italy only steal money from taxes, how can it compare to Bugarati?"

I:"……"

I nodded and agreed with the manager's words very much: "That's right...then Mr. Bugarati?"

"Buggarati is the person who organizes this block, and as long as he pays a certain amount of protection fees on time, he can live a stable life under the management of Bugarati," the store manager then sighed, "Bugarati Galati is such a nice guy."

According to the description of the store manager, Bugarati does not look like a member of a gang, but a dedicated community worker.But I do understand his gratitude to Bucciarati. After all, as long as you pay money, you can get blessings.

Speaking of which, Giorno seems to have mentioned to me that the biggest gangster in Naples is [Passion].Before coming to Naples, Toure also reminded me not to get involved too much with [Enthusiasm]. This gang with a very special organizational structure can suddenly emerge under the eyes of Peng Lie, who almost covers the sky with one hand. In just a few years, it has become a new mafia force. Presumably there must be some kind of strange reason...

It suddenly occurred to me that Duer seemed to have been secretly investigating this organization, and he faltered and covered up my mention of it several times.

Although I didn't intend to take up too much of the other party's time on choosing clothes, but since Bucciarati happens to be a member of [Enthusiasm], it would be a good idea to take this opportunity to inquire about information.

As I surveyed the colorful dresses in the store with my eyes, I carefully considered my words in my mind.Judging from the situation just now, Bucciarati is a cautious person, once he notices that something is wrong, he will be in trouble——Thinking of this, I took out a black skirt and hung it on my arm, and at the same time Open your mouth and ask: "May I take the liberty to ask something, Mr. Bugarati?"

Bugarati stood behind me, keeping a polite distance from me, he nodded: "Please speak."

"Mr. Bugarati," I paused, and continued to ask, "Why did you join the gang? I thought you were a policeman because you have a respectable sense of justice."

"There is no particular reason," Bucciarati said, giving an ambiguous answer. "In my opinion, there is no difference between the police and the gang. can do the same.”

Bucciarati is indeed very cautious. No matter what I say, he always avoids the important things and gives answers that seem perfect (and deeply instructive) but have no useful information.The only thing I can be sure of is that he has been a member of the [Passion] organization since he was a teenager, but from the slight pause between his words, I am acutely aware of his current distrust of the organization-although it is very small, and it is not. It is not revealed, but this little bit of distrust does exist.

From my few words, Buccarati seemed to feel something wrong intuitively.After a moment of silence, Buccarati still maintained his thoughtful etiquette, but said tentatively: "Miss Corleone has been asking me about...what exactly do you want to know?"

I glanced at him and didn't answer right away, but took out the last dress I wanted from the hanger.This is a dark red skirt with high hemlines and a narrow waist, making it inconvenient to move around, so I just took it out to have a look.

I hung it on my arm carefully, then turned my face to look at Bugarati, under the scrutiny of the other party, I calmly replied: "I just want to understand Mr. Bugarati, no Can you?"

Hearing what I said, Bugarati immediately stared at me for a while, with a focused expression. Within his line of sight, there was nothing to hide from the expression on my face and the slightest change in the muscles of my face—to be honest, Being stared at by him like this, I always had the illusion that he would come up and lick me—but soon, the scrutiny in his eyes gradually faded, and Bugarati nodded, and said seriously: "If only this If that’s all, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

I said "oh", slightly raised my arms and the skirts hanging on them, and asked, "Then can I go to try on clothes now, Mr. Bucciarati?"

Bucciarati looked a little hesitant: "Yes, it is possible... But, are you sure you don't need to look at anything else?"

"No, what's the matter?" I didn't quite understand what he meant, and my expression was puzzled.

Bugara paused, and the look on his face looked very sincere, as if he had put forward his opinion with great care: "I just think that there seems to be no difference between these dresses except for the color..."

"Will it?" I flipped through the skirts I picked out twice briskly. Although I don't pay much attention to the clothes—because no matter what I wear—I will think carefully when choosing clothes one time.I said seriously: "There is a difference. The waist of this skirt is high and thin, which will show the length of the legs; the neckline of this skirt is very unique, and the collarbone will be exposed specially; , with embroidery on it..."

Bugarati: "..."

Looking at the slightly confused face of the other party, I nodded expressionlessly, and said firmly: "Okay, I know you won't understand. I'm going to try on clothes."

Buccarati could only say: "...OK."

Bugarati was waiting in the store, looking at the various skirts in front of him with a confused expression, as if he really didn't see any difference between them.I walked to the fitting rooms inside the store and opened one of the curtains without thinking.

Then I saw four men with long hands and long feet crowded in the small fitting room.

The space in the fitting room was originally very small, coupled with the height and body of European men, these four men standing in the fitting room could not help but squeeze together body to body, the atmosphere was quite weird.They probably didn't expect someone to come in, and they looked at me in unison, with embarrassment on their four faces in unison.

... The atmosphere in the fitting room became even weirder.

I took a step back politely, carefully closed the curtain, and said, "Sorry for the trouble."

The four were silent: "..."

I suddenly thought of something, stood outside and kindly reminded him: "The fitting room is not soundproof, please be sure to keep your voice down."

There was silence for a while, then a fierce and loud recrimination broke out.

"Mista blames you for insisting on following me!! Make me look ugly!!"

"Hey, hey, Nalanga, isn't it bad to cross the river and tear down the bridge? You've been clamoring to follow me!"

"Shut up, you two mentally retarded! Why do I have to encounter this kind of thing?!"

"Fuge, what are you talking about? Are you looking down on me? Damn it, I have to show you something!!"

"Wait a minute, Naranja! Don't do anything in this kind of place!"

"... Shut up!!"

Ah, the battle is really fierce.

I stood in the fitting room next door and changed clothes slowly, thinking silently in my heart, the atmosphere of Italy is really open, and Naples is indeed a city full of enthusiasm... But one of the people looks familiar, is it an illusion?

I quickly tried on the clothes, but at the checkout, Bugarati touched my wallet for a long time, and finally showed a slightly embarrassed look, and told me: "Sorry, Miss Corleone... I think I left my wallet at the previous restaurant."

"It's okay, I'll pay the bill."

Buccarati's voice was firm: "No, since it has been agreed that I will pay the compensation, there is no reason to ask you to pay. The wallet is with my companions, and I will let them take it."

"Forget it, don't need to be so troublesome." I blinked and said meaningfully, "Mr. Bugarati will give it to me next time we meet."

Bugarati's attitude did not waver in the slightest: "This is too troublesome. Please wait a moment, my companion will be here soon."

I:"……"

Bugarati took out his mobile phone, dialed the button, and then a ring came from the fitting room just now.

"...?" Bugarati looked puzzled, and looked in the direction where the bell rang.

The ringing of the mobile phone stopped abruptly, and then the curtain of the fitting room was pulled open suddenly, revealing four Italian... Italian men inside.The one who cut off the phone was a man with long silver hair and dark purple lipstick. He showed an unbearable expression, turned his head sideways, and covered his face with his hands.

"Apaki?" Bugarati recognized them at a glance, and his tone became even more puzzled, "Mista, Naranja, and Fugo? Why are you here?"

When I took the words, the expression on my face and voice were calm: "You can tell at a glance, of course I did some bad things behind your back."

Wearing an orange headband, the youngest-looking teenager was puzzled: "What's so bad?"

The man next to him wearing a hat and a midriff-baring jacket—he made me feel familiar—immediately covered the ears of the boy with the hairband: "Don't listen, Naranga! This is a world that you must never touch. !"

"What are you talking about, Mista? I don't understand at all!"

"It's right if you don't understand!!"

The silver-haired man who was holding the phone turned his head and stared at me. Although there was no expression on his face, he looked very ferocious, as if he was not easy to provoke - ah, I was hated by this... man.

"Buggarati, the wallet you left behind." The man with long silver hair came over and handed the wallet to Bugarati.

"Thank you, Apache," Bugarati took the wallet, still puzzled, and asked him, "But why are you here? Are you also here to buy clothes?"

I interjected, "Maybe."

Apache: "...This is a women's clothing store."

I sighed, "That's even more exciting."

Apache: "..."

Apache glared at me again, signaling (or threatening) with his eyes that I should stop talking nonsense.

"Go and ask them." Apache pointed to the three noisy people beside him, as if unwilling to say anything more.

"Mista, Naranja, Fugo, what are you doing here?"

"We're here to—"

"No! That's not the point, Bugarati!!"

……

Bugarati and his companions seem to have launched a new round of arguments. I looked at them and felt a little curious—since Bugarati belongs to the gangster of [Enthusiasm], then these people probably also belong to [Enthusiasm] ] member bar.Just when I was secretly guessing, the man named Apache turned sideways on purpose, blocking my sight with his tall body.

I raised my head and looked at him, just in time to see the suspicious, scrutinizing, and indifferent expression on his face.Even if I stared straight at him, he didn't intend to take back his rather hostile attitude, and still stared at me condescendingly.

"How did you find Bugarati?" Apaji asked, the question was very direct, to the point, and the tone was not good, as if he had decided that I had another purpose.

I blinked and briefly described what happened just now.

"Why didn't you call the police when you were entangled by gangsters? Do you think that as long as it is a person, Bugarati will definitely help?" Apache stared at me and asked.

"The police in all of Italy are the same kind of stuff." I thought for a while, with a look of naturalness on my face, "They only do things for money, and they will excuse criminals after being bribed a little bit. It is better to believe in such vile policemen." Gangsters. What do you think, Mr. Apache?"

Apache: "..."

Apache's face darkened instantly.

I:"???"

I'm a bit at a loss, did I say something wrong?

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