[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

Mr. Naru's age seems to be around 26 years old. Foreign men in this age group are very popular. I am not surprised that he has several lovers, not to mention that he is still a mafia working for the ninth generation of Pengele. She must have a lot of status and status, otherwise Miss Monica wouldn't have been rejected by him seventeen times in a row and still be persistent.

As soon as he came back, the room seemed to have become some sort of dead enclave, where the little enthusiasm and laughter that the Italian beauty brought was slowly cooling down.Seeing him sitting on the single sofa without saying a word, I took the initiative to ask him: "Mr. Naru, would you like a cup of milk tea?"

Ms. Lisa is very talented in making milk tea with moderate sweetness. After speaking, I took another sip from the steaming cup.

"No," he refused, "I only drink coffee."

I said "oh", no wonder there are so many coffee beans in the kitchen. Speaking of which, he drank coffee last night... It's terrible, won't he suffer from insomnia?

Naru glanced at the mess on the table, those were the things Miss Lisa brought to me, the scattered items on the table seemed to offend him, but not to the point of being unhappy.He looked at me and said, "This house belongs to you while I'm away, but I hope you don't do unnecessary things."

His wording was not subtle, I reacted, and immediately understood what he meant, then thought for a while and asked, "Isn't it okay to entertain guests?"

Nairu said indifferently: "First, I have no guests; second, no."

"Okay, Mr. Naru. But I don't think it's good to stay here and do nothing. I'm not the kind of person who gets something for nothing." I thought about it carefully, and said in a sincere tone, "Next time Miss Lisa comes When you spend the night here, I can watch the door for you."

Naru: "..."

Naru lost the patience to talk to me, and continued to say indifferently: "Shut up and drink your milk tea."

I honestly said "oh" again, and according to Mr. Naru's intention, I took a sip from the cup with beautiful patterns.

Seeing that I shut my mouth and stopped talking, the impatience on Naru's face subsided a little.He seemed to follow a certain routine, first made himself a cup of black coffee, then turned on the old-fashioned (perhaps very trendy at this time) TV, and finally picked up today's newspaper to start.

An old-fashioned TV series was playing on the screen, and the hero was hugging the heroine and talking sweetly. No matter how you looked at it, it would not be the type that Mr. Naru would like.I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and found that he was concentrating on browsing the newspaper pages, and seemed to regard the TV series as some kind of negligible background music, so I guess he turned on the TV so that I wouldn't feel so bored.

After a while, he said abruptly, "Monica Marini is dead."

His voice was calm, without any emotion, as if he suddenly remembered an innocuous matter when he saw a piece of news in the newspaper, "Monica Marini" was like a stranger in his mouth people.

I drank milk tea and looked at him with surprise and doubt.

"Someone found her body in the compartment of the train last night. The door was locked, and there was no sign of struggle in the compartment." He turned over a page of the newspaper and said lightly, "but her head was broken by a third. , almost all her ribs were shattered, and no one heard her scream."

I drank the milk tea, and my expression gradually became dignified.According to Mr. Nairu's description, although the murderer's method of killing was very rough, at least he handled it cleanly, which seems to be professional.But the fact that Monica came to Rome was completely improvised, and who would stay on the train and kill her?

Nairu looked away from the newspaper page, and then took a deep look at me, meaning: "The only people who know that she was on that train are me and you."

I drank milk tea, stared wide-eyed, and rejected some hint in his words.Although it seems that I am the most suspicious, but I really don't know anything, let alone I will never kill people in such a wicked and cruel way.

Seeing my reaction, Nairu said unhurriedly, "It seems that you have something to say."

I drank milk tea hesitantly...

Naru: "..."

Naru: "You can talk now."

"I'm not, I'm not." I said immediately.

Naru nodded his chin lightly towards me, motioning for me to continue talking.

"After I got the ring, I left Miss Monica's box. She said she wanted to be alone." I added, and then I was briefly described what happened on the train. From the beginning to the end, Naru didn't say a word, didn't react at all, as if he was listening to a radio broadcast that had nothing to do with him.

His overly cold outsider attitude made me feel a little dissatisfied. I paused, pursed my lips, and finally mentioned: "Miss Monica came to Rome to see you, Mr. Naru."

"I know," Nairu said lightly, seeing that my mouth was closed and didn't seem to speak, so he said casually, "Is there anything else to say?"

I stared at him for a while, then shook my head: "No."

I could vaguely guess what he was thinking—he had no idea at all, and he was just one of many dead lovers in terms of personal relationship. From his reaction, we can see the weight of Monica Marini in his heart Not heavy.This is a matter of course. A professional killer who can keep his traces clean at all times should also be impeccable in his private life.

On the official side, this matter is much more difficult.Monica is a member of the Kalukasha family. On the surface, her death involves the Vongola ring and me. The newcomers in the other world, the Karukasha family, will probably put this account on Vongola’s head. superior.

No matter what it is, as long as hostile forces are involved, it will become quite troublesome. As a person involved in Monica's death, I am ready to be interrogated by Mr. Naru, but I did not expect that after listening to my words, Mr. Naru just He nodded briefly, without saying anything—this meant that the discussion on this matter came to an end.

I was a little surprised: "...Is this the end?"

He glanced at me, his eyes seemed to be looking at an idiot who didn't know his mind, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Other things, you don't know if I ask you. I don't want to waste time."

Makes sense, I really don't know anything.I blinked my eyes, hesitated for a moment and straightened my words, so that my words would not sound so overreaching: "Then may I ask, the Kalukasha family..."

He picked up the cup gracefully, took a sip of the black coffee without sugar cubes, and said, "I don't look down on people who are not popular."

Wow... I held the cup of warm milk tea, and couldn't help but look at Mr. Naru a few more times, and suddenly felt that he had a bit of the charm of Reborn's predecessors—maybe only one-fifteenth of the degree, ordinary people have One-fifteenth of the charm of Senior Reborn is already quite outstanding.

It turns out that Peng Gelie Jiudaimu's favorite is this one, I thought secretly in my heart.

As Mr. Nairu said, he really didn't take Kalukasha seriously, and he didn't mention it again for the next few days.

After getting along with each other in the past few days, I found that Mr. Naru's work and rest time is very regular, and he controls every minute and every second very precisely. My presence seems to add some work to him. He often goes out during the day and only in the evening return.Even if Mr. Naru only allowed me to sleep on the couch, he was a (unlikely) good landlord who allowed me to do whatever I wanted with the apartment while he was away, and even gave me some change for food - he was very nice My only request is that I cannot enter his room.

"If you're confident that I won't find it," he told me, "you can go in and have a look."

Of course I didn't.

I have checked and there are no surveillance cameras installed in this house, but Mr. Naru knows exactly what I am doing here. He can easily find those who just scanned the apartment. The traces that should have been cleaned up by me, he even reminded me not to touch his treasured coffee beans next time.

In this environment, my skills in dealing with traces are getting better and better. When Mr. Naru is in a good mood, he will occasionally remind me which details are too rough.

It is not my usual style to eat and live for free in other people's homes with peace of mind. I was indoctrinated with the idea that I can't get something for nothing, and I have to rely on my own labor to eat, so I took the initiative to undertake the cleaning work.

Mr. Naru also asked me to get rid of his lovers who were still entangled after saying goodbye.It couldn't have been easier for me.

I was going to take on the job of cooking, but since I blew up the kitchen (I don't know why the kitchen was blown up, the kitchen is too fragile), Mr. Naru forbade me to set foot in the kitchen again.

After all, I am dependent on others, so I obediently agree.

It's a pity, I'm actually interested in cooking.I am very confident in my Chinese heritage.

After a few days without incident, a third person finally visited Mr. Naru's apartment.

Also, I am familiar with this person.

"Yo! Naru! It's your fault that you are still living in such an uninteresting room—" the man shouted in his young voice, "I brought you Japanese sake specially, Shall we have a drink together?"

Nairu was not interested in the other party's invitation, and refused coldly: "I don't drink."

The man bent down, leaned in front of me, and said enthusiastically, "It's rare to see such a beautiful lady... Hey, Naru, you didn't say she was a girl! I didn't prepare anything this time."

Nairu said coldly: "If you haven't prepared for anything, it's enough of a disaster."

The face in front of me is very young, estimated to be about 20 years old, and looks somewhat similar to Sawada Tsunayoshi, but perhaps because the other party has a stronger Italian ancestry, his facial features are deeper in comparison, The hair is also golden as if shining in the sun, and the short golden hair is like a lawn in the sun.This face belonged to Iemitsu Sawada.

I came back to my senses and greeted him politely: "Mr. Sawada, hello."

The young Sawada Iemitsu looked at me curiously and said, "Oh? Do you know who I am?"

Then he took a special look at Naru who was sitting on the sofa.Sensing his gaze, Naru said, "I didn't tell her."

"We have crossed paths 18 years later, Mr. Sawada, you asked me to assassinate your son, and use this as a test for the ten generations of Vongola." I explained, and finally added: "My name is Qin."

"My son is Judaime?" Sawada Iemitsu looked a little surprised, then he touched his chin and quickly realized, "That means all other Judaime candidates are dead, right? "

I nodded: "Basically it is like this."

"Is Xanxus dead too?" Sawada Iemitsu asked.

I froze for a moment, then continued: "That's not true, Mr. Xanxus is indeed one of the candidates, but..." I paused, and said hesitantly, "But Mr. Sawada, are you sure you want me to spoil it?"

Iemitsu Sawada: "..."

"Forget it, let's talk about the future in the future." Sawada Iemitsu scratched his short blond hair, and his eyes suddenly became a little sharper. "Besides, I haven't completely believed in you. If you say something Strange things, arousing suspicion and shaking the morale of the army will be difficult... Hahaha, I'm just kidding."

I nodded, expressing my understanding of his thoughts.

"However, I still want to ask you something." Having said this, Sawada Iemitsu, who has always behaved boldly and informally, suddenly twitched, "Uh... it can be used as a reference, you say you know me and me son, do you know...uh, that's the one, my wife, who is my wife?"

Naru sneered, and made a mocking sound abruptly.

Sawada Iemitsu said loudly to him: "Hey! This is an important matter related to the rest of my life, so it's understandable for me to ask!!"

I thought for a while and replied seriously: "I don't know Mrs. Sawada's real name, but she is called Sawada Nana after her husband's surname."

Sawada Iemitsu: "……………………"

Sawada Iemitsu fell into a long silence as if his brain had completely stopped functioning. At the same time, his wheat-colored face slowly turned red. After a while, he stammered: "Nai, Nana, Nana, Nana Nana?? You just said Nana, right?! It’s the Nai who has been at the same table with me since elementary school and was scared and cried by me using a corpse of a cricket, a corpse of a lizard, a corpse of an octopus, and a corpse of a crocodile. So far, she has ignored me! Nai! ?!"

I:"……"

I said blankly, "I don't know which Nana it is, but it is indeed Nana. Secondly, I think it is a very bad behavior to scare girls. It is a miracle that Judaime can still be born under such circumstances."

To be honest, I don't understand why Mrs. Sawada chose to marry Iemitsu Sawada, and believed in every word the latter said. Is it because of her own filter?

It's horrible how women with filters automatically beautify each other's words and actions, luckily I never do that.

Sawada Iemitsu patted my shoulder vigorously while blushing, and said excitedly: "Okay, I understand! You really are from the future! Hey Naru, this guy is from the future! She said It's all true!!"

Nerula lowered the brim of his hat and said grimly, "Idiot."

Wow... Very good, Mr. Naru's demeanor is close to one-fourteenth of that of Reborn's predecessor. It seems that if this continues, Mr. Naru's future may be limitless.

I thought silently in my heart.

The author has something to say: False father: away from home for many years, busy with work without accompanying his wife and children; leaving housework to his wife when he returns home, and doing nothing himself; absent from his son's growth, not understanding his son's true thoughts; violent beating He said it was love when he passed his son; he forced his son to inherit his father's career; he was hated by his son.

A real father: always be with his wife and children and give care; he will do housework with his wife and praise each other with sweet words; he will grow up with his son physically and mentally, and understand the inner nature of his son; he beat his son violently, but it is indeed love; he encourages his son to chase after himself ideal; to be liked by his son.

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