When the head crosses Yokohama

—Would you like to mourn this strange little girl with me?

Ok.

03.

As the armed detective agency and the port mafia assassinate each other and fight to keep their leader, Kuroro is reading in a bookstore.

"The Possibility of Traveling Through Time and Space", "The Secret of Resurrection", "The Black Hole of Time and Space"... He picked some similar books from the bookshelf and put them on the table. After studying for several afternoons, he realized that he might just be wasting time.

The content in the book is all meaningless fantasies, not even pseudoscience, and it has nothing to do with my own situation... Thinking of this, Kuroro laughed helplessly, thinking about how to do it on this road. Bian Bookstore found relevant information, and his thoughts were really naive.

I stayed in the bookstore for another afternoon, but I didn't find any clues. Kurollo was a little disappointed.

When he left the bookstore, he habitually looked into a corner and found that the little girl selling flowers hadn't come today.

It was a little girl, wearing a plain skirt, who always ran over with small steps after the customers came out of the bookstore, and then asked the customers if they wanted to buy a bouquet of flowers.

The little girl's body revealed the smell of the slums, and she was always cautious when looking at pedestrians, so Kuroro remembered her.

The little girl did not come today.

Likely never to come.

He had such a premonition in his heart.

But Kurolo didn't pursue it further. People are dying on Meteor Street every day. Children who are a hundred times more miserable than that little girl can be seen everywhere. It's just a child missing. Not worth the lift.

The little girl was just a stranger to him, that is to say, she had no value of nostalgia.

But when he passed by this bookstore in the next two days, Kuroro would habitually look at that corner.

On the second day, the little girl did not appear; on the third day, the little girl still did not appear.

On the fourth day, Kuroro found a man carrying a pocketbook with a photo and asked the passers-by if he had seen a little girl selling flowers. He blinked.

The man who carried the pocketbook was wearing a suit, his back was straight, and his expression was serious when he asked.He seemed to have repeated ineffective questions and answers countless times, and after one of the passers-by hurried away, his hand holding the photo tightened slightly.

Kuroro knew this person. When he was looking for clues about time and space travel, he also inquired about the information of the detective agency.

Before that, Kunikida Doppo had been a tough and noble person in his impression.Seeing a living person finally take his seat today, Kuroro has a new evaluation of him - he looks like a reinforcement-type idiot who can't turn his head.

Before the little girl disappeared, she often sold flowers nearby, so there should be quite a few people who knew her. Before Kunikida Dupo didn't meet a regular customer, Kuroro took the initiative to walk over.

"Are you looking for a little girl who sells flowers?" Kuroro smiled shyly, "I know her."

Kunikida suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"About this tall," Kurolo compared his waist, but then frowned, "She is a very cute girl, and the flowers she sells are also very fresh, but I haven't seen her in the past two days .”

Kunikida Doppo seemed a little silent.

Kuroro immediately realized that Kunikida Doppo might know the inside story of the little girl's disappearance. Unlike what he had just guessed, this detective agency member did not come to find clues about the missing little girl.

I suddenly became interested.

"Children in this age group should be the cutest, but her life seems a little poor."

Crowley paused and continued.

"When I met her before, she said that she hoped that when she grows up, she can walk into the bookstore and read books leisurely like a customer. It's really sad to have such a dream, don't you think so?" Kurolo said, watching Looking at Kunikida Doppo's expression, he asked worriedly, "She hasn't shown up for two days, do you know where she went?"

Kunikida Doppo pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, the black-haired youth's words obviously touched some of his memories.

His face instantly turned pale.

"She has already gone to heaven, may there be no pain in heaven." After saying such a sincere prayer, Kunikida Doppo turned his head to Kuroro, "Actually, I am here to offer my last condolences for this girl."

I want to know what kind of environment she lived in, and what scenery she has seen in her eyes.

"It's not your fault, it's Dostoyevsky who used her as a pawn to restrain you," Senior Ranbu persuaded him after the chaos of mutual devouring ended, "Even if you do this, it's pointless , do you want this little girl to be your burden forever?"

"If she doesn't, she will really be a burden to me forever."

Kunikida Doppo replied like this, so he is standing here now.

"The last condolence?" The black-haired young man blinked, looking a little surprised: "Did something happen?"

Although the battle between the armed detective agency and the port mafia was extremely fierce within 48 hours, which was seen by many ordinary people, during these 48 hours, Kuroro almost stayed in the bookstore.

There may be a smell of gunpowder smoke in the city, but Kuroro didn't look into it when he looked up at the sky, let alone knowing that a little girl was in front of this righteous detective agency member in order to protect her brother named Pushkin Pull away the story of the self-explosion of the grenade.

"It's my fault," Kunikida frowned in front of me, and said with a sad expression, "She was right in front of me, but I couldn't save her because of my lack of ability."

Kuroro stood where he was, maybe because of the angle, it seemed like he was looking down.

The word condolences reminded him of the comrades who died at the hands of Kurapika and Hisoka—he was the only one in the brigade who survived. Even in a different world, he might have to mourn the lost companions.

Looking at Kunikida Doppo, Kuroro blinked.

He likes pure people, whether they are pure kindness or absolute evil, some people can always exude some kind of brilliance, if it was before, he might still be able to listen to this person's inner thoughts.

but not now.

"No one can save everyone." Kuroro suddenly said rationally and almost coldly, "Fate is sometimes cruel, but no matter how hard you try, it is impossible for one person to save everyone."

The black-haired young man's eyes were empty, and there was no starlight in his dark eyes. When Kuroro said this, his gentle appearance was completely different from just now.

Kunikida was puzzled, not knowing where he had offended the young man in front of him.

"Excuse me, did you also encounter some bad things?"

"Is it a bad thing?" Repeating this sentence in a low voice, the black-haired young man actually smiled slowly, and the subtle expression between his brows and the corners of his eyes suddenly made this person a little sad, "Well, I did lose Something very important."

Is it a relative?friend?or something else?

Kunikida Doppo thought of a lot because of this sentence. He was originally a character who couldn't sit idly by others, so even though he hesitated, he still gave up today's schedule, and then raised his pocketbook to the black-haired young man in front of him:

"Do you want to mourn this strange little girl with me?"

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Kunikida Doppo has a new friend.

He is a busy man in the detective agency. He completes a lot of official duties every day, and even uses the second hand to time when going to the toilet. Such Kunikida-kun unexpectedly made new friends.

"Kunikida-kun, you are going to wash your hands now, put on your coat after washing your hands, and then go out, right?" Dazai was lying on the sofa, but when he saw Kunikida stand up from his station, he also sat up , and then stared straight at the person, "Today is also going to the bookstore to meet friends?"

"Ah."

Meticulously tidying up his collar, Kunikida Doppo didn't give Osamu Dazai his trouble-making partner any extra looks, he just responded casually and opened the wooden door to leave the detective agency.

Dazai's eyeballs seemed to be stuck on Kunikida's clothes, and he reluctantly took them back until he completely disappeared at the door.

"It's not normal, it's not normal, Kunikida-kun is really weird recently!!" He shouted loudly, and the other idle eyes of the detective agency focused on him, and Dazai waved his finger, "A person like Kunikida-kun is so weird for a week!" Three times he made time to meet his so-called 'friend', he must have some secrets from us!"

"Will it be a girlfriend?"

Atsushi Nakajima followed Dazai's thinking and guessed, but before he could speak, he found that he received strange looks.

"Did I...did I say something wrong?" Scratching his head nervously, Dun was a little timid.

"No—yes—" the voice dragged on, Dazai patted the young boy on the shoulder, "I'm just a little surprised, and our newcomers have finally got the hang of it, so congratulations, congratulations, congratulations!"

"It seems that Kyoka-chan has trained you well." Kyoka-chan was not there, Yosano Akiko who had just come out of the infirmary happened to hear Dazai's words, and by the way teased the new employee.

"Dazai-san, and Dr. Xie Ye, please don't make fun of me." Putting his head down, the young man accepted the teasing very skillfully. The food chain of the detective agency is very clear. He is a small shrimp at the bottom. It's okay to be ridiculed for being a man.

Just follow the people of the detective agency, especially Mr. Dazai.

The history of blood and tears proves that if he competes with Mr. Dazai, he will definitely be teased.

"Hmm~"

Dazai responded with a high tone, and seemed to be in a good mood, but his iris-colored pupils reflected the obedient back of the young boy, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked thoughtful.