COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

In the church at dusk, even the priests are few and far between.

The young Moscato knelt before the statue, not knowing what to say.

"You are unwilling, and these unwillingness cannot be told to God." The boy wearing a white robe embroidered with a cross pattern held a Bible in both hands and came to him kneeling in front of the **** statue.

Then he sat beside the statue without any respect.

"I feel pained by my identity and lost about my future." Asti, who was a teenager eight years ago, looked confused.

He is a child of a mafia family, his father is the patriarch of the family, and he is born with responsibility.

To learn to contribute to the family, to die for the glory of the family.

As long as the family's future is bright, you don't need to care about your own future.

The age of teens is already the age for marriage, and the friendship between the family and the family is better than the marriage between the next generation.

He couldn't even tell this to God.

Because he should listen to the family, according to the family's expectations, grow into what they want to see.

Even he himself felt that his confusion would be unwilling to come.

"The identity of the present is not your choice, but the future is in your own hands." The boy tore a page of the Bible and began to fold things.

"There is another option, that is, you look at the future that you can change by yourself, and still go in the direction arranged by others." He said without looking up while folding things.

"I..." The young Moscato was still fair-skinned, with blond curly hair, and gritted his teeth in confusion.

He wanted to say that he didn't care and that he was willing to pay for the family, but he couldn't say anything.

He lowered his head dejectedly.

He can't.

Like the rest of the family, marry a wife who exists for the purpose of marriage.

"If you are willing, the soul will not be full of unwillingness and confusion." The boy tore off another page of the Bible.

"Although this confusion is a bit inexplicable."

"Isn't your gun there?" As he said, he pointed to the boy's pocket.

"Would you feel better if you held everything in your own hands and made others unable to make choices for you?" The boy finally raised his head, and the young Moscato noticed that the boy's right eye was haunted Snow-white bandages.

The facial features are exquisite and lovely, and they are a little more fragile and morbid because of the bandages.

The kite-colored left eye was clean and empty.

But unlike God, who cannot see the troubles of believers, the boy can see everything.

"Here, this is a flower folded with a Bible." The boy handed the folded flower to the boy.

"May the confused people find their way." He closed the Bible and said calmly.

"If you encounter trouble next time, come to the church to find me."

"I'm..." He said with a smile.

"Noah, come to me." The priest with long silver-white hair and his eyes covered with black ribbons waved and called.

Interrupted the boy's self-introduction.

But still let the boy know the boy's name.

[Noah]

He watched the boy walk up to the blindfolded priest with the Bible in his hand. With a gentle smile on his face, the priest reached out and touched the boy's hair.

He was a fairly well-known priest, even known as the agent of God, and his prestige was similar to that of contemporary popes.

Even if he was blindfolded, the exposed parts could still be seen, and he must have an almost perfect appearance.

"He's leading the way for the confused believers again, do you think he can find a way forward?" The priest was blindfolded, but he still lowered his head and looked at the boy.

"It depends on whether he wants to go his own way." The boy shook his head.

"I..." The boy blushed.

He subconsciously touched his pocket.

There is a gun there.

As the boy said, the gun was on him, but he didn't know if he should pick up the gun or who to point it at.

"If you are confused and hesitant and refuse to make a decision, no matter how many times you come to church, you won't be able to find the answer." The blindfolded priest looked at the young man.

"Idols don't speak." The smile was gentle and holy.

But he said blasphemous remarks.

The gesture even revealed a hint of arrogance, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

"You tore up the Bible and folded it..." Because the priest quickly turned his head, squatted down and picked up the Bible in the boy's hand, sighing.

"Anyway, the content has been recited." The boy's tone was indifferent.

"Do you think the choir is fun?" the priest asked the boy.

"Tell me the truth?" the boy asked.

"Of course, the last thing I want to see is you lying to me." The priest touched the boy's head again.

Valley female

The boy frowned and said, "It's a little disgusting."

He was in the church, even in front of the gods, saying the song that he sang was disgusting.

"Then there will be no next time." The priest just smiled gently and holyly.

The blindfolded priest and the boy with the bandage on his right eye seemed to be in the same world.

They don't care about God, they don't care about others, and they don't care about the teenagers beside them.

The ignored boy's hand finally made a choice between touching his pockets countless times and moving it away countless times.

"You're right, the gun is in my hand, and my future should be decided by myself." The teenager took a deep breath.

It seems that the confusion and unwillingness of this period of time have been turned into breath and spit out.

Then he stood up and patted his knee.

"My name is Levitt, Levitt Asti, can I still come to you later?" the boy asked the boy.

"Of course, I've always been bored." The boy looked at him with a smile.

The boy left the church with his pockets in his hand.

A few days later, he came back.

It was still dusk, and the boy with scars all over his body returned to the church again.

Only this time, he did not kneel in front of the statue again.

Instead, in the corner of the church library, he found a boy sitting on a ladder, tearing the Bible in his hand and folding flowers.

The teenager sat at the bottom of the ladder, talking about his troubles to himself.

The boy folded the flowers without saying a word, like a goddess who couldn't speak.

"A revolution without a brain can't win." After listening to the boy's remarks, the boy spoke slowly.

"What should I do?" Levitt looked up at the boy above the ladder.

"Are you going to do as I say?" the boy just asked.

"Otherwise?" Levitt asked blankly.

The boy's kite-colored left eye stared at him condescendingly, and then the corners of his mouth rose.

"The Lord said we should help those in need."

"So, well, I'll teach you how to do it." As if he had found a more interesting game, the boy happily put down the pile of flowers in his hands.

So, after teaching again and again, the path under Levitt Asti's feet became clearer and clearer.

When he became the head of his own family, his own path finally appeared.

He tanned his fair skin and dyed his golden curly hair. He changed his liking for blushing, and he became a person who radiates charm all the time, with ambiguous eyes and a wild smile.

Say goodbye to everything in your past.

Levite Asti, who replaced his father as the patriarch that year, was 18 years old and had yet to receive the code name of Moscato, or even a member of the organization.

Noah, who was still in church that year, was eight years old.

The man who recalled the past sighed deeply.

He slowly returned to his previous position and sat back in the pile of women.

[It appears to have been taught and ready for use. ]

Moscato remembered that sentence back then.

Before I could fully recall how I joined the organization, I heard the woman beside me say, "Can you give me your friend's contact information? I want to invite him to dinner."

Talking about eating, but the smile on his face can let people know what the real purpose is.

"I want too…"

"And I…"

Hugs left and right were very popular, but Moscato seemed more popular, but he wasn't happy.

Because those people are asking him to contact him for gin and wine.

Moscato: Damn it—how am I worse than gin? !

Can't compare to the young master~www.readwn.com~ actually loses in the aspect of charm?

Isn't the wild beauty not as popular as the iceberg?

"If you're worried about being single, Asti, we can also be together, me, you, and him, together~" Someone smiled and said with tangled eyes.

Moscato: ...I wouldn't go with the Gin guy even in a threesome! Jinjiu heard this, and everyone should not even think about living.

Moscato sighed.

Can't beat gin, even the godfather of the Italian mafia is not as powerful as the organization, and his status is naturally not as high as the third-in-command gin.

The charm is also…

Simply lost in every way.

Moscato got angrier the more he thought about it, so when Lupin saw Gin, he couldn't help provoking wildly.