The Poisoned Apple of Port Mafia

As if thinking of Fran's expressionless face, Koyo Ozaki covered the corner of her raised mouth with her sleeve, "Have you brought everything?"

"Well, I've brought everything." Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded. Fran sent him a new suitcase yesterday, although he said he was still arguing after delivering it.

"That's good, be careful all the way, Chuya. When you come back, Eldest Sister will give you a bottle of red wine that you've always wanted."

"Cough...thank you, sis."

Just as Nakahara was preparing to board the plane, he saw Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who was supposed to be on a mission, wrapping the suitcase Fran gave him with a black beast.

"Akutagawa, why are you here? I remember you have a mission?" Nakahara asked.

"Mr. Nakaya, officer Ozaki." Akutagawa Ryunosuke walked over, "Boss just sent a message to my subordinate to ask him to go down and check whether there is an extra suitcase that does not match Mr. Nakaya's luggage or something like that." Large object, so I found this next."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke controlled Rashomon to put down the suitcase, which had various patterns of apples.

"This is the suitcase that Fran prepared for me. What's wrong with it?" Zhongyuan Zhong didn't understand.

"Fran prepared it for you? What's in it?" Koye Ozaki was curious.

"I don't know too well. Fran said it was a surprise and asked me to open it after arriving at my destination."

"Can I open it next?" Akutagawa Ryunosuke asked.

"Ah, can you? Anyway, Fran doesn't know." Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded.

"Sorry." Akutagawa Ryunosuke squatted down to open the suitcase, "..."

"..." Chuya Zhongyuan.

"..." Ozaki Momiji.

In the suitcase, a green-haired boy was sleeping curled up with a small pillow, an oxygen generator was placed next to him, and game consoles and snacks were placed on the other side of the suitcase.

"This kid..." Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help covering his face.

"How did Ogai-sama know?" Ozaki Momiji bent down and hugged Fran, letting him continue to sleep in her arms.

"It seems that someone from the technical department told the boss that he was studying the suitcase in the laboratory these days." Akutagawa Ryunosuke pulled the suitcase up with Rashomon.

"I see." Koyo Ozaki looked at the dark circles under Fran's eyes, "It seems that this kid worked very hard to go to Europe with you."

"Even if he comes to Europe with me, I will send him back." Nakahara Chuya pulled his hat, he is not going on a trip this time.

"It's almost time. I'm leaving. When he wakes up, please tell him, 'I'll take care of you when I come back.'"

"Hehe, okay, I will." Ozaki Koyo smiled.

"I'll trouble you to take care of Fran during this time, Akutagawa." Nakahara Chuya said to Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

"Yes! Since it is Mr. Chuya's request, I will definitely take care of him!" Akutagawa Ryunosuke assured.

"That's good, goodbye."

.........

……

Fran originally thought that he would successfully follow Zhongya to Europe as soon as he opened his eyes, but he didn't expect to see the face of the perverted/perverted girl/Uncle Likon.

"..." Fran stared blankly.

"..." Mori Ogai watched with a smile.

"Have you come to Europe too?" Fran said with some expectation in his tone.

"Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't leave Yokohama."

"Oh, it might be that me hasn't woken up yet." Fran closed his eyes, still muttering, "It's too bad, why did I dream of Uncle Lo/Likon."

"It's no use escaping from reality. Nakaya-kun has almost arrived in Europe. Is he worthy of being Fran-kun? You have a good time for sleeping." Mori Ogai praised.

"Why is me here?" Franson opened his eyes helplessly.

"Oh, this, people from the technical department told me that you have been studying suitcases there these days, so I was wondering if you wanted to use the suitcase to secretly go to Europe with Mr. Nakaya, it seems that I guessed right Woolen cloth."

"Hee hee hee, Rin Taro knew about it when you prepared the suitcase on the first day, but he didn't call until after you packed the suitcase." Alice lay on the sofa, propped her head with her hands, and looked at Fu with a smile. Ran, "Fran is so cute now."

"Huh?" Fran tilted his head, he slowly raised his hand, and found that there was a part of a small foreign skirt on his arm, he was silent for a moment, then sat up, and as expected, he saw that he was wearing a small foreign skirt.

The disgust in Fran's eyes was undisguised.

"Well~ I saw that you are wearing pajamas, Mr. Fran, and it would be inconvenient to go out to play after you get up, so I changed for you~ By the way, you are wearing the latest Xiaoyang style this season. What about the skirt?"

"..."

Just as Fran was thinking about how to kill the gangster boss before Chuya came back, there was a knock on the door.

"Ah, here we come." Mori Ogai stood up, "Please come in."

Fran looked at the door, and someone outside opened it and walked in, "Huh?" Fran didn't expect that the person who came was Oda Sakunosuke.

Mori Ogai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Oda Sakunosuke,

Then he smiled at him, "You are here, since you are the one chosen by Mr. Zhongye, then I can rest assured that Mr. Fran will be taken care of by you."

"Ah, yes." Oda Sakunosuke nodded. He glanced at Fran who was wearing a small dress with a loveless face, and blinked in confusion, "Eh? Fran-kun is a girl?"

"...me gives you a chance to reorganize your language." Fran clapped his hands, and the small foreign skirt on his body became the small suit he usually wears. Although he is still wearing the small foreign skirt, it is enough for others not to see it.

"Ah, sorry." Oda Sakunosuke scratched his head, "Then let's go? Fran, are you hungry?"

Fran touched his stomach, nodded, and then jumped off the sofa, "I'm hungry."

"Then I'll take it to dinner." Oda Sakunosuke took Fran's hand.

"it is good."

Before leaving the office, Fran looked back at Mori Ogai, and found that the other party was also looking at him with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Tut." Fran couldn't help but tsk.

This old fox.

"What's wrong?" Oda Sakunosuke asked.

"No, I'm so hungry, I can't walk anymore." Frankly asked Oda Sakunosuke to pick him up.

In the evening, when Sakunosuke Oda invited Fran to live in his house, Fran refused, "I admit the bed." Fran seemed to have forgotten that he had fallen asleep in various places when he said this.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't force it, "Then when someone knocks on the door at night, don't open the door. If the person says that he knows someone, don't believe it. You should call first to confirm, okay?"

Fran felt that there was no need for Oda Sakunosuke's worries. After all, he would not wake up even if Chuya beat Osamu Dazai to death when he fell asleep. Oh, wait, he might get up and record it as a souvenir.

"Okay—I got it." Fran nodded.

After Oda Sakunosuke sent Fran home, Fran returned to the bedroom and jumped on the bed.

Hmph, Zhong is not here anyway, even if I roll around on the bed without taking a shower, no one will scold me.

After rolling for a few minutes, Fran felt so empty, and his whole body was paralyzed on the bed. Suddenly he realized that he was still wearing a small dress, so Fran reluctantly got off the bed and went into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Fran casually wiped his hair with a towel, and then nestled under the blanket.

Zhong is also an idiot.

The curtains in the bedroom were opened before Zhongyuan Zhongye left and were not closed. The moonlight shone from the window onto the desk calendar in the room. There were circles drawn with red strokes on the desk calendar.

An angry Fran came to the dream of his friend he met recently.

As in the past, his little friend's dream was still a huge maze. Fran stood there and thought for a while, and then walked to the center of the maze with his feeling. His little friend was sitting on the sofa in the center of the maze.

"You're here again." The blue-haired boy looked at Fran helplessly.

"Why can't I come in if I come in with my own ability." Fran, who was confident about breaking into other people's dreams, sat down on the sofa of the blue-haired boy very naturally.

"That's right." The blue-haired boy didn't say anything, just closed the book in his hand.

Fran on the side skillfully snatched the control of other people's dreams, and the originally single-colored dreams turned into a dark movie theater, "I recently watched a detective movie, let's watch it together, but I changed some .”

The blue-haired boy nodded.

The movie starts playing.

"Would you like some popcorn?" Fran asks the blue-haired boy next to him after a woman is killed in the movie.

"No." The blue-haired boy stared intently at the movie on the screen, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Oh." While obediently eating popcorn, Fran changed the plot of the movie in his mind.

After Fran changed the plot, he was paralyzed in his position, and he was still awake at the estimated time. Would you like to bring someone in to play the game together?

"I see." The blue-haired boy smiled, "Now the fog has dispersed!"

Fran looked up at him, "Do you know who the prisoner is?"

Hmm... This line is a bit of a second grade, forget it, it's normal for him to be a bit of a second grader at his age.

Fran looked at him kindly.

"Of course." The blue-haired boy glanced at Fran, who was looking at him with strange eyes, and touched his face uncomfortably. Is there something on his face?

"Then keep reading."

While Fran continued to eat popcorn in a daze, the blue-haired boy suddenly asked, "Are you a real person?"

"Huh?" Fran looked over. He didn't wear an apple mask when he came here this time.

"It's nothing, I just think it's impossible for ordinary humans to do this..." The blue-haired boy's eyelids drooped slightly.

"Oh, I'm a real person. I think maybe we can meet each other in the future." Fran remembered the information he had found before, threw the popcorn in his hand, and stood in front of the stage where the blue-haired boy suddenly appeared. , "Do you want to know who you really are? Do you yearn for freedom?"

"...?" The blue-haired boy had a dull expression on his face.

"Please cooperate."

"Oh…"