All my brothers are from another world

Elmi slammed the door open.

Tsunaji and Qiya were taken aback.

Qi Ya is still trying to fool Tsunaki according to what Yiermi just said to him. Seeing the posture of his elder brother coming in suddenly, he thought that the other party was coming to find fault, so he immediately stood up and prepared to be vigilant.

Seeing Qi Ya standing up, Ilmi was a little surprised that this stupid brother gave way to him with such a wink, and couldn't help but feel a little relieved, proud of his teaching ability, and then nodded slightly towards the silver-haired boy, Walked towards him.

He brushed past Qi Ya.

Qi Ya:?

The young master who beat the enemy Hakka threw the phone into Sawada Tsunayoshi's arms.

Gang Yoshi:?

"Just take it, someone is going to send Komaeda Nagito back."

Gangji let out a cry.Afterwards, he quickly reflected, and hurriedly asked, "How did you send it back?"

"I don't know," Yiermi said in a lively and cheerful voice, "I feel like he's such a powerful big brother, and I'm looking forward to it."

Qi Ya almost spit out disgusted by the artificial voice.He really can't stand the virtue of Yi Ermi, born to the same parents, why the first child has the genetic mutation of the other party alone.

Who is the culprit?Poison him?Why bother!But I have to say that Qi Ya was indeed aroused, who is the guy opposite?

Is it that good?Could it be that there is something similar to the Holy Grail on the opposite side, and the person who can win the Holy Grail is probably on the same level as Gilgamesh.

Ah, no, now that I think about it, they won the Holy Grail entirely by their connections.

(Enducci: smile)

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Komaeda Nagito looked at the items in the drawer, and sighed helplessly: "I don't understand, he is such a powerful person, why would he completely fake himself as an ordinary person without any bright spots?" He circled around around.

Ordinary room without features, ordinary bookcase, ordinary bed, ordinary clothes, ordinary desk.

There is nothing special about it, and there is still an anime poster hanging on the wall, which is probably a gift from a bookstore. It seems to be an old anime from many years ago, and it doesn't seem to be well-known.

He didn't quite understand, could it be said that this is the real talent, the "genius" bestowed by God knows how to have fun?

Or is it hidden among the mediocre in the world, so as to better ridicule the incompetence and decline of the world?

Once thinking of this possibility, Komaeda couldn't help sighing sadly, ah, what a hopeless thought.But he believed that Qi Mu-jun was not such a person.

The rose-haired boy opened the door, and Komaeda Nagito immediately smiled.

"Has Mr. Qi Mu made contact?" He clapped his hands.If it wasn't for Saiki Kusuo's ability to read minds and know that this person is sincere, he would definitely feel that he was mocking himself.

"Will Saiki-kun go back with me?" Komaeda Nagito put his hand on his chest and asked joyfully.

"It's impossible." The other party should know, but it's not good to say it out loud, so Qi Mu didn't bother to sleep. He believed that the other party knew his attitude very well in his heart.

Komaeda Nagito took the initiative to hold Saiki Kusuo's hand.

He looked at the boy and rolled his eyes.

"Let's go."

The book will show the magnificence of the universe and the gorgeousness and colorful colors of the nebula.It's like a dream world rendered by the most talented painters.

But in the real universe, you may only find that everything is "imagination" presented after processing by electronic machines.

The universe is completely silent.

A planet floats in a dark environment.

A speck of dust floats in the dark environment.

Under the gray-green pupils, the index finger and thumb are slightly closed.There doesn't seem to be any difference between them.

Stomach churning and spinning.His lungs were squeezed.The dilapidated bellows seemed to be whistling, but no sound came out.

The voices that he hated at night were all dissolved in the silence.His heartbeat also slowed down, and his thinking also slowed down, as if sinking into endless blackness, the light in front of his eyes came from the faint light of stars.

For some reason, Nagito Komaeda seemed to feel 【Death】.

"That's your illusion." Komaeda Nagito heard the boy's voice in his head.

"Ah, that's great," he thought.

When the index finger and thumb are closed to a critical point, it seems that there is a tiny drop of water connecting them together. What is this called?Oh, is the "trickle effect"?

It seems that I saw it when I was looking for suicide books in the bookstore. I didn’t see much of what I wanted to find, but I knew a lot of messy knowledge. There were useless things in my mind. It seemed that the trash can was full and I was uncomfortable. ,swelling.

The sun is so scorching hot, it's almost going down, why is it still so hot.

I don't want to think anymore.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and was teased to touch the sweat-soaked hair and bandage on his forehead.Some messy black hair stuck to his cheeks.

The boy's complexion was a little pale, his expression panicked, and his kite-colored eyes stared at the group of people in front of him emotionlessly.

"I have no food..." He slowly raised his hands, showing his weakness and honesty: "I just came to this place today."

"I don't even know about that."

"Nonsense, everyone can see that you are a newcomer." A boy about the age of Dazai Osamu taunted: "Who cares about you, you are blind. The chances of the disabled living here are not high. Take the bandage off."

Osamu Dazai touched his intact right eye which was covered.

Ah, medical resources.

"This has already been used..." His voice trembled slightly.

"Damn it, don't babble, just wipe his neck!" Another tall man was about to move with a glass blade.

The only female among them glared at the tall one like: "Are you stupid? Then this one is all dirty for a fart!"

Osamu Dazai watched the boy shouting in front of him approaching him, sighed slightly, and began to undo the bandage on his face himself.

It was hot as hell.

"Don't do anything, just speak up if you have something to say, I'm powerless...here you are." The white bandages were all untied round by round.

Sensing someone watching around, the woman urged: "There are still those in your hand! Remove them all!"

Dazai didn't care about that.Anyway, he didn't think the bandage was very clean.Of course you can't see it.

Osamu Dazai threw them all at the opposite person.Women are quite satisfied with the juvenile's understanding.

But she sneered again when she looked at the handsome and delicate face of the curly-haired boy.

Osamu Dazai just stood there, watching them take his own bandages and scratch himself, climb over a few mountains of garbage, and then disappear immediately.

The prying eyes around him disappeared quite a bit, but there were still a few beams of nostalgia gathered on the boy's face.

Especially after he put on that non-resisting state, Osamu Dazai obviously felt that the gaze was much stronger.

The curly-haired boy glanced at the ground. How to say, maybe the place where he fell was too much garbage, and the ground on the ground was also composed of garbage.

He stretched out his foot and kicked, swept out a barely clean area and sat down.He was in an upwind position, with his palms covering his forehead, and his right eye, which had been closed since the bandage was pulled off, opened slightly.

In the small shadow formed by his hands, the kite-colored pupils reflected several figures running towards him below.

"Ah, it's so annoying." He complained in a childish tone: "I told you not to bother me."

"Kill it."