I saved the world after jumping backwards

Naranja walked back and forth impatiently on the spot, scratching his messy hair from time to time to express his distress, looking very at a loss, what happened not long ago was completely beyond his comprehension.

First, he suddenly noticed the double attack, then he was left by Bugarati to take care of the wounded, and finally two people came to heal him and took him away for no reason.

While Naranja was struggling to think about how to explain to Buccarati that the person was taken away, he was troubled by being left in the same place, but this state only lasted until he saw the faint reappearance at the end of the road. So far as the two figures.

His light purple eyes narrowed in doubt at first, but after seeing that the leading man was indeed Bugarati, he waved his hands excitedly in the direction of the two, "Hey——Bugarati! You finally..."

Naranja didn't finish his sentence, because when he saw the half-dead man in Bugarati's hand, his eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "What's the matter with this guy? A murderer ? Is it possible to extract a confession?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a sneak peek at the silver-haired boy standing beside the black-haired man who looked so handsome that he couldn't be bothered by ordinary people. For some reason, he suddenly regretted what he said.

Bugarati sighed softly, "What about the two wounded?"

The silver-haired boy frowned, and turned his gaze to Naranja, seeming a little nervous about the situation of the two wounded.

For some reason, the black-haired boy felt a little hot on his face, and felt stiff all over, as if he was uncomfortable doing anything. He thought for a while, then nodded in a daze, and whispered as if recalling something: "Suddenly just now a man in a suit The cloaked imp, uh, I mean the boy, took a woman with a butterfly ornament on her head, who claimed to be from the Armed Detective Agency, and healed those two."

Armed Detective Agency.

"Mr. Ranpo?" Xue murmured, but Bugarati, who was standing beside him, heard him rightly.

"Someone you know?" Bugara asked, "Then just send this guy to the police station now?"

Xue nodded and said that he would make a phone call to report safety first. After Buccarati nodded in agreement, he was immediately pulled by the sleeves of Nalanga on the side. The black-haired boy asked him in disbelief, "Send it to the police station? Send this murderer to the police station?" Is he... really the Mafia?"

He used three questions in a row to express his inner unrest.

"Okay, Naranga, don't think too much." Bugarati looked at him, and there seemed to be some kind of emotion hidden in the blue eyes that the black-haired boy couldn't understand, "Don't forget Giorno entrusted passed."

"——Please, Buccarati and Naranja, keep an eye on him before I come."

It was rare for the young mafia boss to show that kind of eagerness, which was rare since he took office, which made the black-haired boy who was listening to his phone call with Bugarat a little dumbfounded.

Xue simply reported to Mr. Takahashi that she was safe, notified the other party to come to the orphanage to pick him up, and then returned to the two of them.

Although this is their first meeting, the inexplicable sense of trust and dependence does not seem to be fake.

"Let's go." The man nodded at him.

Although I already knew the names of the man and the boy, I hadn't reported my name to them yet.

Thinking of this, Xue turned her eyes to the two, and introduced herself: "My name is Xue, and I am a member of Mafia at the port."

"Bruno Bucciarati, just call him Bucciarati." The dark-haired Italian nodded, looking very calm, obviously as if he often goes out to social occasions, but the premise is that he can ignore the words in his hand. the words of the half-dead criminal.

"He's Naranca, my subordinate." He said, looking at the black-haired boy who was walking stiffly beside him, who would peek at Xue from time to time.

Nalanja was startled, and after noticing Xue's gaze, she lowered her head again, and said in unskilled Japanese sullenly: "...Please give me your advice."

Xue smiled and didn't look at him again: "Well, please give me more advice, Bugarati and Nalanga."

After a pause, Xue said again: "Buccarati and Naranga, are you Italian? You can speak Japanese really well."

Naranja's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at him suspiciously, "How do you know?"

Xue pointed to the black-haired man who had stopped speaking since the beginning, hooked the corners of her lips and said with a light smile: "Just now, Bugarati said something——"

"Arrivederci." "

Obviously it was something I would often say after beating the enemy hard, but when the boy uttered the word in his gentle voice, it was lingering and seductive, and even the word changed without knowing it.

"It means 'goodbye' in Italian, right? "

Bugarati's ears seemed to be warming under his black hair, but if one were to look at the hair covering his ears, they must have been dyed pink.

Xue didn't know why, but when she heard this word, she always had a very familiar and reassuring feeling, as if this meeting with Bucciarati was "goodbye".

Snow stared at the road ahead, and there was a gentle and nostalgic light in his eyes that even he himself didn't notice.

"I don't think it's the first time I've seen you."

"Bugarati and Naranga, do you feel this way too? Please tell me more about your affairs."

……

...

"This hand..."

The black-haired boy reclining on the sofa in a lazy posture showed a somewhat complicated look in his kite-colored eyes, and there was a pair of black headphones hanging around his neck, which was connected to his mobile phone. It stopped at the paused interface, as if it had just finished listening to music.

And the coffee table in front of him had a black and white chessboard, the chess game was about to end, the black pieces had a huge advantage, and it was only a matter of time before the white pieces surrendered.

It was true that Baizi had the upper hand at the beginning, but Dazai Osamu did not play chess seriously at all, and after dozens of rounds of confrontation, Heizi was already in an invincible position.

The black-haired man sitting opposite him crossed his legs, squinted his purple eyes and chuckled lightly. He reminded him with ease, "Dazai-kun, what's your next step?"

Osamu Dazai rested his chin on his bandaged hand and thought, squeezed his already handsome face into a bun face.

He frowned slightly, as if he was very distressed.

But in the next second, his eyes lit up, and he said in surprise: "I know!"

"What?" Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows, watching him recover the pieces, and came to the very beginning where his white pieces had the upper hand.

The black-haired man sighed, but he didn't blame him for his actions, "This is cheating, Dazai-kun."

"Of course I know, leader." Dazai picked up his own white stone, took a completely different route from before, faced Mori Ogai's gaze, and said with a smile: "But what if, leader, you don't know that I'm here?" What about cheating?"

"Oh?" Sen's eyes showed strong interest, "Do you know something else?"

Dazai blinked, and said playfully, "Of course it's about Yuki who everyone values ​​the most."

"The real body of his supernatural ability is——"

……

On the other side, an unknown basement.

In the dark underground room, dozens of monitors were turned on at the same time, illuminating the dark room only with the purple light projected from the screen.

In the center of the screen, the head of a purple mouse grinned exaggeratedly.

Also smiling was a young man sitting in front of the computer screen. He lowered his red eyes and scooped up a spoonful of omelet rice that he had only eaten.

He didn't eat, but spilled the food back onto the plate playfully.

"—It looks like it's getting close." He sighed and threw the silver tableware aside, "Can you even notice it..."

A long-haired man with a bandage on his head saluted him, and asked tentatively, "Master, is the omelet rice made by me not to your liking?"

Fyodor's eyes fell on him, and after a while, he returned him with an elegant smile, "No, it's not your fault, Ivan."

"It's just that -- pearls and jade are in front, that's all."

Ivan nodded, picked up the teapot and refilled a cup of steaming black tea for him, and heard him continue: "Speaking of it, there is an old saying in Huaguo."

The crimson eyes of the black-haired man were as deep as an abyss, and they seemed to be reciting a poem, "Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly". "

But, is it Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

Fyodor smiled and took a sip of his tea, shaking his head.

There is no right answer to this question.

So, let's call that person's supernatural power "Butterfly's Dream".

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Closing question (not

This volume is officially over, and the next volume is about to enter the jojo chapter, it's great that Wuwu is finally here!