Speak, when did you set your sights on him?
The man knelt and cried, saying, "I saw him that night, across from the bar."
Furuya Rei's expression darkened. "Was it you who killed the President?"
The man froze. "What president? I don't know anything about that. I was just delivering flowers to Muse."
If it wasn't him, then that president's death was just an accident.
In a remote Black Organization base, Gin walked in, bringing the coldness of the night with him. Vodka followed behind him, asking curiously, "Big Brother, was that president also your mission? For a basic mission like this, you could have just left it to the subordinates; there was no need for you to personally take action."
It was truly strange; without receiving any orders from above, Gin had actually gone to kill someone on a mission unrelated to the Organization, he had even personally taken action.
You have to realize that when someone at Big Brother's level takes action, the targets are all formidable figures—either possessing high combat power or high authority. This President has neither.
Strange, strange, truly strange.
Gin walked in front, sat in the car with a cold expression, Vodka immediately started the car.
Shut up, this is none of your business.
"Shut up, this is none of your business," he said coldly.
Chapter 58: Conan Live Day 19
Gokudera Hayato cast a critical gaze, scanning Furuya Rei up and down; he had been scanning Gin like a scanner ever since the first time he appeared in the same frame as Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Damn it, the blondish-white hair and green eyes—they're just like his.
But how could this person possibly compare to the bond he shared with the Tenth Generation? Back when he and the Tenth Generation were facing life and death together, Gin was still off somewhere doing nothing of importance.
Heh, it is an honor for someone who has only known him for a month in another world to be able to help the Tenth Generation deal with trouble; it just shows that he has a keen eye for recognizing the Tenth Generation's greatness.
Tsk, he's nowhere near his level.
"I am an Arash recognized personally by the Tenth Generation, a friend acknowledged by the Tenth Generation." Speaking of which, Gokudera Hayato thought again of the words spoken by the Tenth Generation's heroic figure standing before him when he sought the approval of the First Generation Di Ne.
Thinking of this, his face flushed, little pink bubbles began to float around him.
Rokudo Mukuro walked away in disgust: "Disgusting Mafia."
Yamamoto Takeshi curiously asked Gokudera Hayato why his face was red, wondering if he was sick.
“And what are you muttering about? I am also a Guardian recognized by Tsuna, so why are you only talking about yourself?”
Shut up, Scapula. No one thinks you're a mute unless you speak.
Damn it, Yamamoto's presence has ruined the whole atmosphere.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! When on earth will I be able to get over there? I'm going to blow that guy to pieces. How dare he desecrate the Tenth Generation like that; I've never even done that.
The point is the last sentence.
Yamamoto Takeshi interrupted him once again: "What, Gokudera Hayato, you want to install a camera in Tsuna's bathroom too? No, no, I absolutely do not agree with that."
"Who asked for your approval?" Besides, installing one in the bathroom—what a scandalous idea.
Such.. a thought.
Gokudera Hayato hadn't considered that aspect before; he had only thought that it would be enough to simply follow the Tenth Generation around every day, but now that Yamamoto was putting it that way..
He couldn't help but think of it: the hazy bathroom, the environment filled with swirling steam, the Tenth Generation walking in and undressing without any precautions, the Tenth Generation's appearance, the Tenth Generation's eyes shrouded in mist, the Tenth Generation's lips, the Tenth Generation's neck, the Tenth Generation's..
Thud!
Gokudera Hayato fell straight down, his body as stiff as a steel plate, hitting the ground with a distinct thud.
Yamamoto crouched down, his curved eyes watching Gokudera Hayato's stiff form. "Eh, Gokudera, why have you collapsed? You must be thinking about something incredible, aren't you?"
That's quite dangerous. It looks like I'll have to keep a close eye on him and protect him once Tsuna gets back.
Yamamoto just happily decided this all by himself.
Byakuran looked at Irie Shoichi with a grievance in his eyes: "Xiao Zheng, why can that pervert do that? Last time, I only gave Sawada Tsunayoshi and Uni a bouquet of blue roses, but they were so fierce, chasing me and beating me up. Xiao Zheng, please go talk to Sawada Tsunayoshi for me; I didn't have any bad intentions."
Irie Shoichi gave a cold glance at the white, bare skin. "Do I need to remind you why they beat you up? Under what circumstances exactly were you giving flowers?"
Byakuran hugged his aggrieved self. "Sawada Tsunayoshi's words were when he was in the restroom, Uni's words were when she was changing her clothes. So what? What's wrong with that? If they mind, I can strip naked for them, we can all go soak in the hot springs together."
Irie Shoichi had never felt it so clearly.
This person is beyond saving.
Go die.
Consider it your contribution to humanity.
“How is it that they didn't beat you to death?” Irie Shoichi asked with heartfelt sincerity.
Byakuran replied gleefully, "It's probably because they love me too much; after all, we are people who are meant to be best friends for a lifetime."
As for his face, this person is beyond saving; he has no sense of human shame. Humanity has suffered a crushing defeat.
Colonello hissed, "Wow, what a warm person. If I were like Lal.."
Reborn interrupted him: "I won't be collecting your corpse, but if Lal happens to get married during his lifetime, I'll burn an invitation at your grave for the time being."
No thanks, I'm leaving.
Colonello returned to normal after his playful moment: "Look at that Gin, don't you think something's off? Based on his appearance, he's not the type of person who would treat someone well after just a month. Guess what secrets might be hidden in there."
“Sa, who knows.”
Furuya Rei still shamelessly mingled with the people from the Black Organization, while Vodka kept shooting him death glares, cursing him inwardly for being so thick-skinned.
Gin, I never knew you were such a kind person, being so good to the Organization's members. Once I'm out, I'll have a few annoying suitors myself; you should help me deal with them too.
Vermouth teased, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she looked at Gin with a beaming smile.
Furuya Rei didn't know if he was feeling relaxed and healed or if he had simply become bolder, but he joined in the teasing: "If that's the case, Gin, I have a few missions; can you do them with me? If a month-long companion can handle her pursuers, we've known each other for years—it shouldn't be too much to ask for a little money, right?"
Gin's sinister eyes glared intensely at them, he bared his teeth in a terrifying, bone-chilling grin. "I think you all are looking for death."
After five rounds of interrogation, the pervert confessed everything. He was an artist who specialized in ***ology, his favorite thing to do was draw cute little boys. He had absolutely no resistance to those delicate and lovely young boys, he had been unable to stop thinking about Sawada Tsunayoshi since the day he saw him.
He found Sawada Tsunayoshi's residence and rented a room in the apartment building across from him to watch him; even sending him flowers was done by bribing the security guard below.
As for the deceased president, he was his fellow enthusiast.
However, he loved to paint, whereas the president—it goes without saying—was no good person.
He realized he had scared him off after Sawada Tsunayoshi left, which was why he had come up with the idea to install a camera here to watch him secretly.
After listening to his words, Sawada Tsunayoshi hugged his helpless self. What kind of people were these, what kind of situations were these?
Two waves of people broke into the private residence within a single day, the two groups had different objectives.
After they clarified the situation, they called the police, the person who arrived was an acquaintance.
"Oh my god, little brother Tian, it's you again! Your performance has been lacking this month.. No, what I meant was, I've missed you." The stout Inspector Megure walked in and, upon seeing Sawada Tsunayoshi, approached him and patted his shoulder as if he were his own brother.
Heh, you mean the sales performance, right? Are you actually missing me, or are you just missing the sales?
And do you lack performance? I'm afraid you're just too busy to keep up.
After Inspector Megure came over to investigate the situation, he briskly took everyone away in custody, even kindly allowed them to come back tomorrow to give their statements.
It was still that same sentence: they were old friends, so just be tolerant of them.
The five of them found the familiarity between Tsuna and the police quite strange. They crowded around him, surrounding him like little animals listening to a witch tell stories, constantly asking why, why, why.
Surrounded by "why" and "why" from all sides, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt dizzy and lightheaded as he recounted his legendary five days. Then, he was laughed at, comforted, pitied.
"Hahaha, how can someone be this unlucky? This goes beyond just being unlucky; you're just too incredible. Do you want to go to a temple to pray? No, wait, even a temple wouldn't work!" Matsuda Jinpei laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up, patting Sawada Tsunayoshi's shoulder in an exaggerated manner.
Hara Kenji quickly tapped on his phone and showed everyone the news from a month ago with amazement; there really were photos of Sawada Tsunayoshi on it.
They laughed even more happily.
Furuya Rei comforted him with a serious expression: "Maybe the people at that temple weren't sincere, so the gods didn't pay them any mind. Tomorrow, I'll accompany you to another place to pray—pfft—"
If his laughter hadn't given him away at the end, he would have been a great classmate.
Hiromitsu Morofushi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "It's okay, everyone has one or two thrilling experiences, you certainly won't encounter them again in the future."
Sawada Tsunayoshi stared at them expressionlessly.
“Matsuda-kun, Furuya-kun, you two can sleep on the floor tonight.”
Sawada Tsunayoshi flared up in a sudden burst of temper.
More boisterous laughter drifted through the air. Unconsciously, a relaxed and joyful smile appeared on Sawada Tsunayoshi's face as well. They played until very late before falling asleep; no one wanted to part ways, so everyone found a spot in the living room to sleep.
The next day, Sawada Tsunayoshi forcefully pushed away a large arm from someone nearby, sitting up with bleary eyes, still feeling groggy and half-asleep.
Several large men lay sprawled across the floor in all sorts of awkward positions.
Hara Kenji slept beside him. Sawada Tsunayoshi woke up, his eyes stung by the sunlight from the window, he had to squint for a long while before he recovered.
As soon as he moved, Furuya Rei opened his eyes. "It's already this time."
Sawada Tsunayoshi said, "You keep sleeping, I'll go out and buy some breakfast and come back."
Furuya Rei nodded and went back to sleep.
Sawada Tsunayoshi put on his clothes and left the house alone.
An hour later, two hours later, he still hadn't returned.
All five of them had woken up. They called Sawada Tsunayoshi, the phone rang inside the room; he hadn't taken his phone with him when he went out.
The several people began to worry.
Are you lost?
You've run into trouble, haven't you? Have you been kidnapped?
Can't you think more positively? Maybe they were just delayed helping an old lady cross the street.
They decided to leave one person in the room while the others went out to search.
Before they could act, there was a knock at the door. They hurried to open it, only to see Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was being escorted back by the police, giving them an awkward smile.
The police officer behind them pulled out his credentials: "Hello, you must be Mr. Tian's friends or family. Mr. Tian is involved in a case and is currently one of the suspects. Please come with us to give a statement."