All my brothers are from another world

How should I put it, most people live in places like this.Appearance and body, medicine and life, power and power.

Anything of value can be exchanged for time to live.A festering body, a withered face.Time and lives are consumables.

Here, there are guys who search for these consumables in an attempt to seek profit.

The daily drop is some garbage, but sometimes with luck, there will be a little bit of this garbage that can be "recycled".

The yellow eyes of the stooped man scanned the frail body of the curly-haired boy on the garbage dump.There seems to be some problem with the eyes of this "recycled product", but those who are thrown on Meteor Street are all discarded waste, and coming here is a sign of being erased from society.

That is to say, the definition of "social person" can be completely dispensed with.No law will protect you.

The man clenched the dagger in his hand.

Waiting to rush straight up and break the opponent's hamstring.He is quite familiar with doing this kind of thing, and his face is worth money, so it can't be wasted.

When he looked up, that silly boy seemed to think that he was looking around leisurely above it like he was playing.

idiot.

The curly-haired boy seemed to have noticed him, and turned his gaze.

The man charged forward with a dagger in his hand.

"Oh, that's great." The boy's sweet and hoarse voice, which was unique to the voice-changing period, drifted to his ears with the wind.

"I'm still worried that no one will introduce this place to me."

His bony palm snapped his fingers, and indescribable malice rolled in his kite-colored pupils.

【setting sun】

The clouds in the sky seemed to be tumbling oil paintings, as the red and black alternated, they were swallowed up by the endless night in just a few seconds.There is only a trace of scarlet left at the end of the distant Meteor Street that can never go out.

Like a drop of blood.

Osamu Dazai played with the silver needle in his hand.He has strong learning skills, or his brain is very smart, he can easily think of levels that others can't think of, and he will quickly learn some fine and weird skills.But this clever brain is often not used for serious business.

Mr. Mori used to look at Osamu Dazai who failed to commit suicide and regret: "Can't you do something else?" Oh, but he is not interested in other things.

"I found that everyone likes to lock things." The boy with curly chestnut said seriously: "Many important and not so important things, such as extremely confidential documents, shackles for detaining prisoners, and cabinets for hiding money are all locked. The lock is locked.

Very troublesome.So I learned the skill of picking locks. I always feel that most of the locks in the world can no longer be difficult for me. "

"The human brain is also like a precise lock." Osamu Dazai drew a long tone.He curled the corner of his mouth, his tone was joyful, and he said to himself in the same tone as sharing something that made him happy with a good friend:

"But do you know? It's the first time I know that the human brain can also open a lock. (1)" No need to torture, just use coercive methods to get the other party to speak.

Wow, has someone really developed this kind of ability that is simply anti-human? ?Osamu Dazai was really shocked when he saw this skill for the first time.

"Ilmi is really a talent." He sighed sincerely: "He should really take a trip to Arkham. (2)"

The man's expression was distorted for a while, he had no idea what the guy in front of him was talking about, who was Yi Ermi!He doesn't care at all!Today, I met a stabbing head, and I have to kill him.

"Kill you!" He held the dagger and wanted to stab the opponent's heart directly, but he felt a sharp pain from the scalp.

"What are you doing!?" He asked almost in horror.

He touched two thin and cold things on his head, thin and long, like antennas he had seen before.

But, but why is the antenna on his head! ?The man felt that his strength was disappearing, and his whole body was trembling.The dagger fell to the ground and made a "bang-dang" sound.

"Ah, you woke up so fast." Osamu Dazai pretended to be surprised and said, "Did you hear what I just said? Oh, it's really embarrassing for a young boy's soliloquy to be heard by a strange uncle Woolen cloth."

The curly-haired boy covered half of his face shyly: "This is not acceptable, if the uncle talks about it, he won't be able to be a human being!"

As he said this, he turned his wrist lightly, and the long silver needle made a slight squeezing sound.

"As compensation, Uncle, as a 'senior', tell me something interesting about this newcomer."

……

Osamu Dazai squatted on the ground with his face propped up.

So the place where he falls now is a place called Meteor Street.Ah, it sounds familiar.

Has he ever been to this place?Ah, he remembered.Osamu Dazai curled his hair.

Isn't this the place where I and Il fans went on a mission to find their "unlucky student Sawada Tsunayoshi" for the first time.

"Ale, it's strange, I forgot such an obvious feature?" Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression gradually became serious from casual, and he began to recall: "By the way, I started from beating up the enemy Hakka first. What is the city where I came out...Why do I seem to have no memory? Could it be that I got Alzheimer’s disease at a young age? Ah, no.”

His right hand stirred the opponent's brain.

The man made an intermittent, radio-like sound with poor reception.

"How much can you earn by selling people? Let's be more specific." The boy said while thinking.

Osamu Dazai realized that there was a problem with his memory.Otherwise, he wouldn't have stepped into Meteor Street without realizing where he was for such a long time.

He tried hard to think back, from the deepest memory of coming to this world to the shallowest place.

Osamu Dazai frowned as to the name of the youngest hypocrite who beat up the Hakka enemy, trying to search his memory.

But he found that his brain seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frosted glass.I can only vaguely see the impression of a figure.

It's like you don't observe the figures on the side of the road on the street.If he didn't suddenly force himself to think of this matter now... Osamu Dazai made a calculation.

In a few days, I'm afraid I won't be able to remember this person.

"Women and children...are valuable..." The voice of the man on Meteor Street interrupted Osamu Dazai's train of thought.

"Children... Babies have a department to receive, maintain, and population. Others, who are good-looking and good-looking, can be sold for more money."

The word order of the speech gradually became smooth: "Those who are in good health can also be sent to the black market, where human organs are traded, and they can get a week's worth of food."

"Ah." Dazai sighed.

What a cruel and dark place.

"Then let's see, how much can I be worth?" The curly-haired boy asked with great interest and full of enthusiasm: "Hurry up, I'm so curious!"

"Yes, yes, after the price is increased, and after it is used up, sell it in a low-end market and resell it three times," the man said stupidly: "Three times the price."

Osamu Dazai asked for some other information, but the man's eyes kept rolling upwards, and blood came out of his ears, it seemed that he was not doing well.

"It's really hard work, you can go to die."

He reached out and pulled out the silver needle on the opponent's skull.

The sharp needle tip exudes a cold and terrifying luster in the night, and there is a thin layer of purple thought power invisible to ordinary people around it.

Inserting this in the brain can also make people lose their memory.Osamu Dazai couldn't help the conspiracy theory, but the next second he sneered.

Obviously it is impossible, because any thought ability is invalid for one's [Disqualification in the World].

Eliminate other factors of external contact, then there is a problem with yourself.

The curly-haired boy stretched out his hand and tapped his head lightly. The phone's fluorescent light hit his face, revealing a miserable and cold white mixed with mockery.

"I hope that the goddess of fate will show me a little favor."

Nagito Komaeda felt that Goddess of Fate didn't like him.What does fate hold?A person's right to life, death and wealth is still love and friendship, plus pain and despair or happiness.

His luck was traceable.is accompanied by misfortune.The two go hand in hand, this kind of clumsy drama must make fate feel extremely boring, and a person's life cycles in these two states.Except for that ridiculous experience, there is nothing remarkable about it.

Presumably Saiki Kusuo, who is close to a god, thinks of himself in the same way.

The dazzling light gradually faded away. He was like a piece of meat from a food processing factory. He was thrown into a sealed iron box and then shaken up and down to remove excess air bubbles. He was considered unhealthy in a dizzy state Qualified product, and then poured out the tin can.Nagito Komaeda felt himself being held back after waves of nausea from acid reflux surged up.

This word may not be accurate, it should be said to be bullshit.

Saiki Kusuo stretched out a finger to hook his back collar with a blank face, and easily fixed him in a standing posture with strength that didn't match his body shape.

Nagito Komaeda looks like a fish being reintroduced into the river.He felt that the discomfort in his body disappeared quickly, as if it never appeared on him again.

Saiki Kusuo used the ability to return the state of things to a day ago.

"Wow." Yier fans looked at the two people who suddenly appeared in front of them, and let out an emotionless exclamation.

Saiki Kusuo pushed the bright green spectacle frame that had slipped off the bridge of his nose, and the feeling of traveling through time and space made him feel uncomfortable.But what makes him feel most uncomfortable now is the extremely chaotic magnetic field here.

He had never seen such a situation before, and goose bumps all over his body for a while.What the hell is this, it feels like the center of the world is surrounded, making people feel extremely uncomfortable! !Qi Mu looked at the three in front of him... He remained calm, um, kid.

Hearing the voice of the phone, he knew that he should be young, but he was still surprised when he saw it in real time.

However, he quickly accepted this setting, and it must be abnormal for people like Nagito Komaeda to appear.Killer Kid is also nothing.It's just that the other party's voice made him feel very uncomfortable.

[Suddenly appeared?What did you travel through, and why did you carry those strange things and eccentricities on your body?Or does it have other functions, such as weapons and the like...]

"Are there any other abilities other than time travel? Is there a condition to activate it—is he staring at me?" Yiermi Beat the Enemy slowly tilted his head.

Saiki Kusuo shifted his gaze, and looked at the one with the most fluctuating ability in the audience, who was extremely chaotic, and was simply the source of mental pollution that made him uncomfortable.

— Concentrate on one person.

Seeing this, Qi Ya slightly pulled Gang Ji behind him.

Seeing this, Yi Erfan had dead fish eyes: "Tsk."

Qimu Nanxiong: "..."

These two are brothers.What's going on, why there is a familiar sense of déjà vu.

Ah, is that you, Saiki Sorasuke.

Likes and dislikes.

The person with super powers was chilled by his association.

Komaeda Nagito seemed a little happy to see acquaintances, and waved to them with a high voice: "Ha, hello everyone. Long time no see."

Qi Ya keenly felt that the other party's state was not quite right: "Ah, it's only been a few days."

Um?Komaeda Nagito showed a little bit of confusion: "Ah, is that so? I feel like it's been a long time." Could it be that his illness has worsened, ah, really.

Komaeda Nagito stepped forward, staring at Saiki Kusuo beside him.

He took a step forward, and Saiki Kusuo subconsciously took a step back.

The two looked at each other.

Komaeda: Smile.

"Ah, Qi Mu-kun hates me... I really am a rotten person, but don't worry, I won't do anything to Qi Mu-kun!"

Komaeda Nagito's tone was full of sincerity, and of course Saiki Kusuo knew that the other party was not lying.He even knows what the other person is thinking.

"To catch him." To prevent myself from escaping.

The thin, pale boy changed the subject: "Speaking of which, when Mr. Qi Mu said he was going to send me back, I thought he was going to send me back to the world that originally belonged to me."

"I was still mentally prepared that I might never see you again, but it turned out to be a surprise."

"Wait, what do you mean?" The rose-haired boy paused, showing a strange expression: "What does it mean to belong to 'My World'?"

Qi Ya said: "Oh, this guy is not in the same world as us, to be precise, this guy..."

The silver-haired boy pointed to Tsuna Ji next to him, and when he was pointed at, Gang Ji blinked his warm-colored pupils and showed a shy smile.

Qi Ya looked at it, and his tone softened, and continued: "Tsunayoshi, Komaeda Nagito, and a bandage waste device, they should all come from different worlds. My brother and I are in the same world."

"They came to our world first, and then were brought to this world."

Saiki Kusuo stared at the magnetic field chaos.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, wanting to see more clearly.

very messy.very messy.What the hell, what kind of space-time lines are these, why are there so many! ?It's all tied up, okay? !

Saiki Kusuo was expressionless, and Saiki Kusuo turned pale with shock.

He suspected that he had offended someone, otherwise he would not have met such a mess.

He stared at Tsunayoshi Sawada.

There was a hint of sadness in the dull tone.

"You, that's right, don't look at it, it's you, where is your home? I'll take you back."