When the head crosses Yokohama

——Don’t just peep at other people’s thoughts! !

34.

Sigma is a rather gentle and timid person.

Unlike Kuroro and Dostoevsky, what Tiger's keen perception can feel from Sigma is only careful softness.

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't tell where his unfounded trust in Sigma came from, but he trusted his intuition and didn't intend to question Tiger's abilities.

Apparently, Sigma felt the same way.

In this way, the two were like little white rabbits staying in the camp of villains, and suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

On this day, Sigma came over, lowered his eyes and asked, "Why don't you resist?"

Sigma wasn't looking at him, but Nakajima knew he was talking to himself.

Nakajima didn't feel offended at all.

"I don't think I can run away." After thinking for a while, he replied like this.

"Sigma, you seem to know a little bit about Kuroro's past?" This is what he heard a few days ago, and the white-haired boy racked his brains for words, "So you should know what kind of person Kuroro is? I also I don’t know what’s going on in my head, but I know everything about that person, from childhood to adulthood, until now...in Kuroro’s hands, I don’t think I can escape.”

Dun teenager said it again.

"And Kurolo threatened me. If I run away, everyone in the detective agency will be implicated."

In fact, there is another point that Dun Juvenile didn't mention, because he didn't know how to describe it.

——Indistinctly, the Dun boy felt a sense of mission. Although he couldn't explain the reason, he just felt that he had to stay here.

Such thoughts flashed through his mind indistinctly, but in Sigma's eyes, all he saw was a white-haired boy who was scratching the back of his head with a smirk.

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The next day, Kuroro took Atsushi Nakajima to meet someone.

"Ah! Dostoevsky!"

In the cafe where piano music was playing, the boy from Atsushi uttered such a loud cry that ruined the atmosphere.

He didn't notice the quiet atmosphere in the cafe at all, as well as the many dissatisfied looks cast over him because of his loud yell.

"Aren't you in prison? Why did you come out again!" Dun's hostility towards Dostoevsky was very obvious. When he said these words in a low growl, the hair on his neck stood on end When he got up, it seemed that he was going to pounce on him and bite off the neck of the Russian youth in the next second.

Kuroro suddenly threw him a set of clothes and asked him to change into them, saying that he was going to take him to meet someone.

While walking on the road, the teenager was still thinking about who this person was, but as soon as he entered the coffee shop, he saw Dostoevsky.

It was really not enough oxygen, Atsushi Nakajima only felt his mind went blank, and he couldn't control himself to show his sharp claws at all.

But Dostoevsky is clearly not like that.

Although he is a criminal with supernatural abilities that makes European authorities helpless, and a national of the Russian fighting nation that symbolizes strength and strength, Dostoevsky is a young man who looks quite handsome, even a little thin.

His skin took on a sickly pallor, with bluish veins showing through the exposed skin.

Even in this weather, the man wore a furry hat and a white cape, out of tune with the general attire of the customers in the café.

Maybe he is not in good health?

Strangely, such an idea suddenly popped up in Dun's tense mind.

Unlike the tense boy in London, Dostoevsky appears very laid-back.

Taking a sip of coffee unhurriedly, the pale Russian youth first glanced at Kuroro behind Atsushi Nakajima, then slowly put the silver spoon stirring the coffee on the delicate small plate, and said:

"I didn't expect Mr. Ku Luoluo to strike so quickly."

The expression was completely expected. Before coming to meet Kuroro, Dostoevsky had already got the news, but at this moment, the thin young man who said such words and acted like this seemed to be It's so natural.

"Dun-jun, would you like something to drink?"

The shoulder was patted, and the tense teenager almost jumped up, but Kuroro just smiled at him, and then pushed him onto the seat without any resistance.

There are large pots of green plants planted in the cafe, which separates each seat layer by layer. The plates are also made of very elegant porcelain. Even a slum boy like Atsushi Nakajima can tell that these tableware have been passed through. Special maintenance is used to ride the mellow liquid in the bitter taste.

"Orange...I drink orange juice!"

Too nervous, Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously said the drink that he immediately thought of.

"Dun Jun, this is a coffee shop," Kuroro gently reminded, "I heard that the boss is a man with a story, and the coffee tastes very good. It would be a pity if you don't order a cup when you come here."

"Then... a cappuccino?"

Under Kuroro's tone of voice that was no different from usual, the boy's mind finally turned a little bit - Kuroro is a bastard, and Dostoevsky is also a bastard, so it would be a good idea for the two bastards to join forces. Isn't it an accident?

I have to find a way to report to everyone in the detective agency.

As soon as such an idea appeared in his mind, Atsushi Nakajima met Dostoevsky's playful eyes.

A slightly malicious look appeared in the eyes of the thin Russian youth, "What is our human tiger boy thinking now?"

"Send a letter to the detective agency?"

"Or... simply turn into a tiger on the spot, beat up the heinous European supernatural power user, and then arrest him in prison?"

The young man's face became ugly.

As Dostoevsky said exactly, he quietly retracted his arms and retracted his protruding claws.

"I don't! I'm just a little bit crazy and want to scratch my paws, hahaha!"

Speaking of completely unconvincing reasons, the boy Dun forced himself into a hearty smile.

At this time, his dull tiger brain realized another problem-he has now joined Kuroro's camp of villains, right?That's why I shouldn't show such hostility towards Dostoevsky at all...Although, although!

In short, no matter whether it is tearing his face on the spot or pretending to be harmonious, he should not deal with it like he just did!

"...Ah, I really am a useless person, Mr. Dazai taught me all in vain."

With a relaxed and humorous voice, Dostoevsky recounted the boy's thoughts at the next moment in a tone of voice.

"........."

——You criminals with supernatural powers, don’t just peep at other people’s thoughts! ! !

Even though he wanted to yell like this, the boy Dun was a little embarrassed. He was restless, his brain had already fallen into a state of shutdown, and he really didn't know what he should do to appear more natural under the current situation.

"Dostoevsky, don't bully Dunjun."

Although it was the first time we met, Kuroro's tone seemed to be that he had known Dostoevsky for a long time, and he was not on the same level as the boy from Dun whose movements and expressions were extremely stiff.

"Well, it's bullying~"

Unexplainable words came out of Dostoevsky's mouth, and Atsushi Nakajima looked at both sides suspiciously.

When he met Kuroro's eyes, a wonderful idea suddenly popped up in Dun's mind.

——Anyway, I can't handle Kurolo, and it's the same with Dostoevsky. In this case, why should he make things difficult for himself?

With a slap on the head, the boy Dun finally gave up his resistance completely and sat inside without saying a word.

Of course, he wasn't passively sabotaging his work, and at the same time he began to secretly look at Kurolo and Dostoevsky rather than secretly, trying to guess their intentions for this meeting.

"Dun Jun, are you sure it's cappuccino?"

The Dun boy nodded indiscriminately, not paying attention to Kuroro's question at all.

At the same time, a bad premonition rose in Dun's chest.

The meeting between Kuroro and Dostoevsky is not a good thing for the detective agency.The frowning Dun boy thought to himself, no matter what, he would recite what Kuroro and Dostoevsky said word for word today.

Ideas are beautiful.

If you can't figure it out for a while, you can go back and continue to figure it out.

"Aunt, you are such a cute little tiger~" If Osamu Dazai knew what Aun was thinking at this moment, he would probably sigh like this.

At that time, the pianist in the coffee shop was playing a relatively intense piece of music.

"Lister?"

Kuroro's coffee has already been served. Amid the melodious music, he looked up at the direction in which the pianist was playing.

"Yes, Liszt." The corner of Dostoyevsky's mouth raised a small arc, and the thick liquid surface of the coffee reflected his pupils, which were shining a little strangely, "Liszt The adapted piano piece is just the right piece to play before the night comes."

"Night?"

Kuroro laughed silently, as if he felt that Dostoevsky's tone was a bit arrogant.

"I don't have such lofty ideals." Kuroro didn't buy it at all, but said with a smile of nostalgia, "At night, just listen to the Requiem occasionally."

"Requiem?"

"It's a pity, this song is really not my style."

"I think so, Dostoevsky, you probably haven't had the time to enjoy the Requiem yet."

Stirring the coffee silently, the crisp sound of the spoon hitting the porcelain echoed between the two of them.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Dun boy looked left and then looked again, his face was dumbfounded.

Suddenly they chatted about piano music, and the boy Dun didn't know anything about piano music. He couldn't figure out what charades the two were playing, so he could only try his best to recall the name of the pianist mentioned by Dostoevsky.

Is it Loft?Or Liski?

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Probably because he was too focused, so he couldn't do two things at the same time, and then our Dun boy found that he had forgotten all the names he had just heard.