The Poisoned Apple of Port Mafia

"Did you listen to that perverted lolicon boss?" Fran reacted.

"Hmm." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka hummed, his eyelids drooping.

"He lied to you." Fran leaned against the tree, "Your father has been blacklisted by him a long time ago, except for special circumstances, he will not let your father enter Yokohama." Their port mafia is absolutely in Yokohama It is the existence of local snakes, whoever is blacklisted cannot enter Yokohama without permission from the perverted lolicon boss.

"Special case?"

"Well, for example, let's discuss with him what conditions are in his interest to exchange you." Fran still knows the thoughts of that perverted lolicon boss, "but look at the documents you are still processing. , The conditions he negotiated with the perverted lolicon boss are not as beneficial as you working in the organization."

After all, sometimes Mori Ogai is more satisfied with the interests of the organization than the temporary benefits of bringing talents into the organization.

"So, unless your father can get better conditions than your interests in the organization, it's impossible for you to leave the organization." Fran felt that it was necessary to tell Ayanokoji Kiyotaka some facts after being a classmate. "You became a member of the organization only after being favored by the perverted lolicon boss, so basically you are the perverted lolicon boss's person in life, and his ghost in death."

"..." How does this sound weird?

"Work hard, maybe you can usurp the throne in the future." Fran said earnestly.

However, according to Mr. Robot's character, it is impossible to usurp the throne.

"Let's forget about usurping the throne or something. I may be solved by Mr. Zhongyuan first."

"Students, I will collect the corpse for you."

"..."

"Okay, let's stop chatting, and the information will be sent out at that time... I will print out the information and send someone to get it."

"Isn't it more convenient to send it directly to your mobile phone or computer?" Ayanokōji Kiyotaka asked.

"I want to read the paper version recently."

"Okay, got it."

"That's it, bye."

"Goodbye."

That night.

Keigo Atobe's bedroom.

The master of the bedroom looked at the four people sitting on the sofa in his room drinking tea and eating snacks with his lips twitching slightly.

"Huh?" Keigo Atobe held his forehead and looked at Fran, who was sitting in the middle, "Who are these people?"

"My little brother." Fran drank a sip of tea, and then began to introduce, "This is Smiling Qingjiang."

The green-haired man smiled and waved to Atobe Keigo.

"These two are brothers, and the older brother's name is Hikiri." Fran pointed at the milk-white haired man opposite him with a cookie, "Then..."

"This is my younger brother." Higaki put down the teacup in his hand, and looked at the man with mint green hair, "Eh... I remember..."

The man with mint green hair looked at Hikakiri expectantly, his golden eyes sparkled, "Brother..."

"Do you think it's right?" Fran took a sip of tea.

"I don't think so." The smiling Qing Jiang smiled slightly.

"Cookie Ball!"

"It's Keimaru! Brother!" Shouted Keimaru aggrievedly.

Just now, when the elder brother was thinking of his name, he glanced at the cookie!

"Well, that's it, please give me more advice." Mustache said with a smile.

"Ah, Keigo Atobe." Keigo Atobe raised his eyebrows. The names of these people are the same as Japanese swords. He remembered that there was an entertainment company in Yokohama, and the members in it were all named swords. "So why? Are they all in my room?"

"Didn't you say it? I want to verify some things, so I asked them to come to this room for one night."

"...So many people?" Keigo Atobe's mouth twitched, what happened, he didn't think he could fall asleep where strangers were.

"There were still a few people, but they all have something to do." The expedition went, "so I brought three people here."

"..." Should he be thankful?

"So, you can sleep." Fran stood up, walked over and pushed Keigo Atobe to the bed.

"Wait!" Keigo Atobe, who was pushed onto the bed by Fran, found that his eyelids were getting heavy and he gradually fell asleep before he had time to say anything.

Before falling asleep, he heard the person named Smiling Qingjiang say something.

"Oh? Take a closer look, the child seems to be entangled by something."

What am I hooked on?

"Indeed." Hidekiri blinked, looking at Keigo Atobe who had fallen asleep, "Although only a little."

"Brother, he has spiritual power, and that spiritual power seems to be able to remove that thing..." Keimaru observed carefully.

Fran remembered seeing a red string around Keigo Atobe's neck before. He climbed onto the bed, reached out and took out an amulet from Keigo Atobe's pajamas, "Is this it?"

"Well, this amulet is full of spiritual power." Smiling Qing Jiang leaned over to take a closer look, "But with this amulet, you can still get close to this child. That thing doesn't look simple."

"Could it be a ghost?" Katsumaru frowned slightly.

"If it's a ghost, just cut it off." Mustache said with a smile, this is what he is best at.

"Well, it might be shikigami or something." Smiling Qingjiang shrugged his shoulders, his eyes narrowed slightly, "But no matter what it is, don't let it go."

"I'll know if it's a ghost or a shikigami after a while." Fran put back Keigo Atobe's amulet. He supported Keigo Atobe's bed with his hands, and found that the bed felt pretty good, which made him want to Go to sleep.

This bed is pretty good, I will buy one next time and keep it at home.

"Master, if you're sleepy, you can take a nap first, and we'll wake you up when it's over." After realizing that Fran was sleepy, Qing Jiang said with a smile on his face.

"Okay." Fran nodded, then glanced at Keigo Atobe who was sleeping soundly, thought about whether to snatch his quilt and pillow, and finally made a quilt and pillow to cover himself, "Appear call."

"Yes."

Atobe House, connected to the infrared monitor in Atobe Keigo’s room, was operating normally. The bodyguard in charge of watching Atobe Keigo’s room looked at the screen seriously, but the moment he blinked, the screen distorted for a moment, and then It returned to normal again, so he didn't find anything abnormal.

A group of black shadows gradually condensed beside Keigo Atobe's bed, and then the group of black shadows condensed into a human form, although it was said to be a human form, but every part was very blurred, including the face, and he held a letter in his hand.

When he saw Fran sleeping next to Keigo Atobe, the whole black figure twisted, his empty hand turned into a sharp blade, and he raised his hand and swung it at Fran violently.

Unforgivable! ! !

"Oh, jealousy or something, no way." The man with milky white hair cut off his hand with a smile.

The black shadow's hand turned into a sharp blade was cut off, and the black shadow turned his head violently, but his entire body was cut off in the next second.

"Smile, slightly." The green-haired man also had a smile, and cut off his body neatly.

After being cut off, the black shadow distorted and gradually disappeared.

"Is it solved?" Knee Maru frowned slightly.

so easy?

"Well, it's just a clone after all." Mustache retracted his knife.

"Hehe, it looks like he can barely maintain his human form." Smiling Qing Jiang said with a smile, "Then, do you want to wake up Master?" He looked at Fran, who was soundly asleep.

"No, let the Patriarch take a good rest." Kenmaru shook his head, "Let's just take the Patriarch back to his room to rest."

"Well, I remember that the master's room is next door." Mustache hugged Fran, "Let's go."

"Chuya—help!"

Fran, who ran into Chuya Nakahara during a rare sleep time, sent out a call for help to Chuya Nakahara.

Zhong Yuan, who rarely slept early, turned around and saw a trident stuck in the apple headgear his child was wearing, and the owner of the trident was Fran's master whom he had met before.

"Hey!" Zhong Yuan was also furious.

Not everyone can bully his children!Even in a dream!

"Chuya—" Fran took off the apple headgear, and then ran behind Chuya Nakahara, bending his legs to hide behind him, "This perverted pineapple fairy is angry because of the question she asked."

"...Your question?" Zhong Yuan, who was originally angry, fell silent after hearing Fran's words, "What did you ask?"

"It's nothing, it's just about his hairstyle. I'm really curious about how he managed to maintain this hairstyle all the time. Is it natural? How much hair gel does he need to use every day? I really don't think his hairstyle is similar to a tropical fruit. Is it similar?" Fran said innocently.

By the way, wearing a pineapple headgear turned the dream into a pineapple theme park.

After Fran finished speaking, Liudao Mukuro's face became darker and darker.

"..." Hearing Fran's words, Nakahara also became curious, and his gaze also looked at Liudao Mukuro's hair.

"kufufufu..." When Fran and Zhongyuan Zhong didn't pay attention, Liudao Mui used vines to hang Fran from the ground, and then threw Fran out of the current dream.

"What do you want to say?" Nakahara Chu also raised his chin. After Liudaokuo threw Fran out, he knew that this person should want to tell him something.

"About Fran."

Fran, who was thrown out of the dreamland by Liu Dao Mu, sighed. Has the curious baby lost his life recently?

Although he didn't know why Liudao Mukuro threw him out, Fran still felt that the good time should not be wasted.

So Fran started looking for a new girlfriend after a long absence.

Walking in the dream corridor, Fran looked back and forth, suddenly, he stopped, and he turned around to look at the door beside him.

To be honest, at the moment just now, he didn't notice the door.

The overall color of the door in front of me is similar to the color of the dream corridor wall, but if you look closely, you will find that the color of the door is lighter than the color of the wall.

But the basketball on the door is very obvious, logically it is impossible for him not to notice it.

Hmm, interesting.

Fran pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered Fran, he came to a basketball gymnasium. Fran stood on the reflective wooden boards. Looking up, he could see the basketball hoop. He could hear the sound of basketballs colliding on the floor, and a boy with sky blue hair was dribbling. The ball is near the basketball hoop.

The teenager stopped at the three-point line, held the ball with both hands, and took a shooting posture.

In Fran's eyes, the boy's actions were considered standard, but...

Failed to shoot 1.

Failed to shoot 2.

Failed to shoot 3.

...

Missed shot...

Forgot where to count.

Fran, who almost fell asleep watching the boy's shooting, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Don't say anything else, just say that you are in a dream now, and other people in your own dream can almost be said to be able to call the wind and call the rain, and their wishes come true.

It was the first time he saw that he couldn't even make a shot in his dream.

This is how unconfident you are in yourself.

"Are you an idiot?" Fran picked up the basketball that had rolled past him, and looked at the blue-haired boy who had passed by.

"...You are?" The blue-haired boy blinked expressionlessly.