When the head crosses Yokohama

- really a bad person

Thank you.

04.

Of course, Kunikida Doppo didn't go on a date with his girlfriend, but went to see Kuroro.

On the way back to the little girl's life with the black-haired young man, he knew the name of this person—Krollo Luxilu, who sounded like a foreigner.

Unceremoniously, he was reminded of some treacherous Russian.

Kunikida Doppo frowned at this rude thought.

"Take photos to explore the life trajectory of the little girl so far? It's a good way to mourn."

The young man in a white shirt walked ahead unsuspectingly, and they were about to go to the place where the little girl once lived, "Kunikida-kun, you must be an idealist, although it is a bit offensive to say so, but I think this way of condolence is very romantic."

"Is that so? In fact, people often say that."

"Ok?"

"Say I'm a naive idealist... or something." They were walking in a certain alley now, holding their foreheads with their hands, and Kunikida looked into the sky from the narrow gap between the houses, "It happened Sometimes I start to wonder if ideals are worth holding on to.”

Strangely, Kunikida found himself speaking his heart to a strange young man he just met, and he said it very naturally.

"Is it because of this little girl?" Kuroro guessed.

The other party didn't seem to want to pry into his heart, but just casually said, "If it is meaningless to insist on ideals, then why do you come to mourn this little girl today, Kunikida-kun? This should be a way for you to insist on ideals, Kunikida-kun. way?"

Kunikida Doppo stopped in his tracks, "Why do you feel that way?"

"First impression, Kunikida-kun, you are this kind of person." At this moment, Kuroro tapped his brain with his index finger, "It's the kind of person who sticks to his ideals and never turns a corner."

It felt like he was making fun of his brain, but Kunikida couldn't help laughing when he heard it.

This young man named Kuroro Rushiru is very good at chatting. Even if Kunikida Doppo is used to talking and doing things with a strict eye, it is very easy to get along with this young man who has just met.

Besides, there seems to be something unspeakable about Kuroro.

"I apologize in advance if I remind you of bad things," Kunikida Doppo asked cautiously, "I remember you just said that you also lost some important things?"

"Yeah, I lost my friends." Kuroro was very calm. Kunikida was worried that the other party would not want to mention it, but the other party didn't seem to mind, "It's friends who grew up together since childhood, and then because of some The reason is that we can't see each other again now."

"what is the reason?"

"Well, because of some natural and man-made disasters."

The orphan of the Kuruta tribe is barely considered a natural disaster, but Hisoka's abnormality is definitely a personal disaster, which makes sense.

Seeing that Kuroro didn't want to go into details, but just mentioned something vaguely like this, Kunikida Doppo didn't ask any more questions.

"So I was thinking just now, whether it would be better for me to mourn the friends who have passed away." Looking at the photo of the little girl in his hand, the young man seemed to see other people through the photo, and his black eyes were full of something. A look of nostalgia, "They are a group of people who like to be lively, so they leave alone like this, and I always feel not reconciled."

"As the one who stayed behind, you must be very uncomfortable, right?" Kunikida is actually not very good at comforting people, but seeing Kuroro's appearance, he still managed to light up his comforting skills.

The young man just smiled.

"If you want to mourn a friend, you must have a rather grand occasion, right?"

Kunikida actually thought very simply. Since friends passed away due to natural disasters and man-made disasters, they must have left very suddenly and in great pain. If you want to mourn everyone, you must have a more solemn occasion.

"Yeah, it must be bigger."

Kuroro laughed. Although the thoughts and emotions of the two of them were not the same, Kunikida Doppo's proposal coincided with his thoughts.

——The brigade is free. They were born on Meteor Street, and then broke free from the shackles of Meteor Street. No matter where they are, spiders are free.

In order to mourn the lost companions, he only needs to follow the brigade's long-standing belief and make a big fuss!

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The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water.

If this sentence is applied to Kuroro and Kunikida Doppo, their friendship should be thicker than water. The reason is that Kunikida has such a strong sense of justice that he cannot abandon others at all.

Since Kuroro said that he has been separated from his friends forever, Kunikida volunteered to stand up, "People can't stay in the sadness of the past forever, they must learn to look forward, if you don't dislike it, never I will be your friend from now on."

Hearing this, the black-haired young man smiled happily.

"Kunikida-kun, you are really a good person." Kuroro said so.

So the two had a fixed bookstore appointment.

"Speaking of Kunikida-kun, today I found a very interesting novel in the bookstore. It tells the story of an aspiring young man who went through a bumpy journey in pursuit of his dream, and then his dream collapsed." Kuroro always stays in the bookstore, each They read all kinds of weird books. When they met in the bookstore, they talked about related topics the most. "The protagonist was betrayed and died on the snow. The ending was quite tragic, but before he died, he was smiling."

There is a small desk in front of the sofa, and a pot of coffee is placed on the table. The strong aroma of coffee permeates the quiet air, while Kuroro in front of him continued leisurely: "When I read the opening chapter, I thought of Kunikida Jun, although the protagonist in the book failed to realize his dream in the end, he did not regret it before he died. As long as he does not regret, all the experiences are worthwhile."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I'm recommending this book to Kunikida-kun." Krollo clasped his hands on his chest, and looked at him sincerely, "A character like Kunikida-kun will come to such a fork in the road one day Well, I hope Kunikida-kun will not regret it when you are faced with a choice."

Kunikida Doppo looked at the person opposite him.

The more he gets along with Kuroro, the more he finds that this black-haired young man is shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, just like the inverse cross on the other's forehead, which always gives him a vague sense of contradiction.

Just thinking about what to say, Kunikida suddenly glanced sideways at a white figure outside the window.

The bookstore has set up a leisure reading area with sofas and small tables for customers to use. Today, Kuroro and Kunikida Dokpo are sitting by the window, and when they look up between readings, they can see the bustling crowd on the street.Staring out the window, Kunikida Doppo couldn't help frowning.

He is very familiar with his members. The back figure that turned around in a hurry just now, with the black belt floating behind his buttocks, is a new member of his family no matter how you look at it.

What is Atsushi Nakajima doing around the bookstore?

With such an association, Kunikida Doppo's face immediately turned ugly. At this time, he had completely forgotten what he was going to say just now, and began to search his pockets nervously, as if he was facing an enemy.

"Kunikida-kun, what are you looking for?" Kuroro glanced out of the window inadvertently, and then turned around, looking at the actions of the man opposite, who seemed quite miraculous.

"Bugs or something like that!" Kunikida answered through gritted teeth while searching the body.

"Bug?" The black-haired young man blinked his eyes, he probably thought for a while, and then he reached out and put a small black button-like thing on the table: "Is Kunikida-kun looking for this?" ?”

"Eh?"

Staring at the button-shaped bug on the table, Kunikida suddenly stopped his body search, as if the pause button had been pressed.

He looked at Kurolo.

Kuroro waved his hand, "When you walked in, Kunikida-kun, I felt like I was being watched. Because of professional issues, I'm more sensitive to similar things." Kuroro seemed a little sorry: " So I took it down without authorization, sorry."

The black button-shaped bug on the table was still working, and there was a slight current sound at this time, Kuroro wondered, "But who put this thing on you? It doesn't look very good... "

"It's Dazai!" Before Kuroro finished speaking, Kunikida Doppo stood up with a distorted expression.

"Dazai is...?"

"I'm very sorry, I will apologize to you for what happened today!" Standing up, Kunikida straightened his collar, trying to calm his anger, "But now I have to deal with something, I can only I will formally apologize to you next time."

Although he tried to calm himself down, Kunikida didn't achieve his goal at all, a surge of anger was building up in his chest, and now he just wanted to go back and beat someone up.

Kuroro nodded in understanding.

Almost violating his usual rigorous approach, Kunikida left Kuroro just like that, and then left in a huff.

Watching Kunikida leave until his back disappeared in a certain direction - just now there was a peeping sight coming from that direction, after thinking for a while Kuroro looked away from the window, and then looked at the buttons on the table bug.

Kunikida-kun forget it took it away.

"Well, the bug..." Kuroro picked up the gadget casually again, squeezed it between his fingers and muttered to himself, "I'll return it to Kunikida next time." Jun."

The young man's gentle voice revealed an inexplicable sense of joy. This voice was transmitted to the Armed Detective Agency through this small bug, and in the next second, the young man squeezed the button bug with a click.

"呲-"

There was an ear-piercing sound from the earphone, and the signal was cut off immediately. Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the sofa pretending to listen to music, hurriedly pulled off the earphone, and rubbed his suddenly irritated ears.

"So it's Kuroro," Dazai muttered while rubbing his ears, "What a vile person."