Chapter 42
In the middle of the night, the rain fell like a curtain.

A huge manor is located on the outskirts of the country, and the gardens are well-maintained. All floor tiles, landscapes, and buildings are designed to be neat and regular from the inside out, like a sword in the sheath, which will not be stabbed in the rainstorm.

If you look down from the air, you will suddenly realize that all the arrangements are interlocked, hiding murderous intentions, the secluded and angular manor of the world can turn into a bloody grinder at any time, harvesting all the lives that dare to trespass.

In the main house, the head of the house is sitting by the window, holding a photo of his lover in his hand. The inside and outside of the house are filled with the rustling of leaves being beaten by raindrops. After listening to it for a long time, it also feels quiet.

He has taken several sleeping pills, but he still can't fall asleep, and he doesn't dare to fall asleep.

He was afraid of dreaming of a lover in his dreams, of the warmth that had passed away, and even more afraid of the lonely pity after waking up.

"I have avenged you. I shot him in the head." The head stroked the frame, his eyes full of sadness, and muttered, "But no matter what I do, I can't replace you. I really hope that at that time. I didn't kill him, I want to honor you with his screams during slow processing."

"Sorry, Mr. Chief, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I suffer from CIP - Congenital Painless Syndrome. I can't feel pain in any part of my body." Without warning, a familiar voice came from behind.

At this moment, the leader froze suddenly.

"Boom--" The thunder light washed away, a smiling face was reflected on the window, and amber pupils were looming in the darkness.

The head turned his head stiffly and looked at the visitor dully: "How is it possible?"

Chino was still wearing a formal suit, he sat on the sofa and stroked his tie, his tone as if he was chatting with a friend: "I heard that you never talk about things with disheveled people, so I bought this suit specially, it looks good. ?"

The shocked expression on the head's face seemed to freeze: "It's impossible that you are already dead."

Kino pointed to the empty sofa opposite and said with a smile, "Sit first. This is your home, you don't have to be so restrained."

I have to say that the psychological quality of the leader is far superior to that of ordinary people. Even if he sees a "dead man", he has no extra panic except for consternation. He slowly sat down on the sofa and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Kino asked back, "Who do you think I am?"

"Impossible" the leader clenched his fist subconsciously, "You are already dead, I killed you myself!"

"Actually, this is also something I want to confirm." Chino picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table and handed it over, "Please check it out."

The head stared at Chino and blindly played a number on his phone.

The phone was connected: "Good evening, Mr. Chief."

"Check out Collection 521."

"Collection 521. Okay, please wait."

After about half a minute of silence, a reply came from the other end of the phone: "The collection No. 521 is all normal and beautiful like a gem."

The leader hung up the phone silently, and the shock in his eyes was extremely intense.

"Oh~ you kept my eyes?" Chino applauded softly and praised, "It's very insightful. My doubts have been solved, and I am indeed dead."

"who are you?!"

"I am who I am, the processor with the highest order fulfillment rate in the organization, Kino killed by your own hands, you all call me the "Smiling Devil".But strictly speaking, I am not me, because it is not the same body. "

"Cloning technology?"

"It's understandable at first. But I tend to be another force stronger than clones."

"You came to seek revenge on me?"

"Just catching up with old friends. In fact, I even want to thank you, because I went to a very interesting place, far more interesting than here."

"Where?"

"Sorry, I can't say that, or I'd be dead."

The leader stared at Kino with a chilling look, and said sarcastically: "God is blind, even a demon like you can be resurrected from the dead, but my lover hasn't come back."

"Well I'm not sure if she went to 'that place'. You better hope she doesn't, because it's not for a delicate beauty." Chino added with a smile, "Of course I agree with you— God is blind to dogs, and he always takes away some people who shouldn't be taken away."

The leader let out a heavy breath and calmed himself down: "What do you want?"

Chino looked around, his eyes fell on the classical record player in the corner of the room: "Can you allow me to listen to music?"

The head said coldly, "As you like."

"Thank you." Chino walked over, fiddling with the record player skillfully.

The head stared at Chino's back, his eyes slowly turning gloomy.

Now, Kino turned his back to him.

And under the sofa he was sitting on, there was a loaded double-barreled shotgun.

All he had to do was bend over and stretch out his hand to pull the gun out and smash the demon's head a second time.

But he didn't move.

Although he usually likes to play with guns, his marksmanship is also extremely good, not to mention that at such close range, the shotgun can be said to be a hundred shots.

However, this demon will turn his back on himself, and only say one thing - he doesn't care.

Don't use your three-legged cat kung fu to challenge others' ability to eat.

After fiddling with the record player and pressing the play button, Chino sat back on the sofa, patted his head, and seemed to remember something: "By the way, Mr. Chief, could you please take out the gun under the sofa and hand it to me?"

The leader silently took out the double-barreled shotgun and handed it to Chino in parallel.

"Thank you." Chino took the gun, opened the safety, pulled the bolt, pointed the muzzle at the head, and joked, "I just said something was missing, so that I can feel like negotiating."

As soon as Chino finished speaking, the jukebox played brisk classical music, the Goldberg Variations.

Kino looked at the head with admiration: "You like Bach."

"Yes."

"Well, this is not a slapstick, it's just my opinion: I personally think that Bach's music is too simple in emotion, he pays more attention to the technical processing of repetitive tonal factors, and does not have many special emotional contrasts. Of course! Again! It's just me personally I am not qualified to point fingers at these masters and have absolute respect for your personal preferences.”

The leader snorted briefly and said nothing.

Chino's amber eyes filled with a smile: "Do you like Beethoven?"

The leader said nothing, got up and adjusted the record player. Soon, the melody of "Symphony No. [-] in D minor" echoed in the room.

There was a deep surprise in Chino's eyes: "Ah~ the 1968 version of Karajan's conducting! I like Karajan very much, and I learned the habit of conducting with eyes closed from him. But this master also has his own problems - occasionally Forget the notes."

The head sat back on the sofa and sneered: "You said you went to another place, so have you reproduced these classical music there? As long as the people there have a little musicality, you can be famous for your musical talent."

"You can really do this, as written in the book I read before: go to a concert, beat those third-rate musicians with Beethoven's repertoire, shock the audience, and since then be favored by the princess, appreciated by the king, become a The god of music is admired by the world."

"But," Kino shook his head, "I wouldn't do that. These music belonged to great men, not me. To take them for myself would be disrespectful to the original author. I'll reproduce the masters there. music - in their names. And I, only a humble narrator, inheritor. That's the most basic courtesy."

The head sneered: "If you weren't a little lunatic, you would be quite likable."

Chino looked at the clock and changed the conversation: "Is it past 1 am? Time flies so fast. Let's stop chatting here, it's time to get down to business."

"Ding." Kino bounced a silver object.

The head caught it and found that it was a silver coin with a majestic king on the obverse and a laurel flower on the reverse.

"what is this?"

"A currency, you may call it the Silver Moon."

The leader thought for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and said, "I understand, you want to play the coin game with me?"

Chino froze for a moment: "No, just to show you, it's beautiful."

"Bang!" The shotgun fired, smashing the head of the leader, and blood spilled on the ground.

"Ding." Yinyue fell off the head and fell to the ground.

Before the blood gushed over the silver moon, Kino went to pick it up, picked up the wet towel on the table and wiped it, turned off the record player and lights, whispered "good night" to the leader's body, and quietly left. go.

(End of this chapter)

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