[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

Although I tried my best to say that I could help the other party escape, this brave Italian brother rejected me with optimism.

"I was self-defense and saved another beautiful and lovely lady," he said. "Maybe the police will give me a certificate."

After spending so much time, when I arrived at the Naples train station, the voice of the train bound for Rome at 44:[-] just sounded on the station radio.

I found the platform and jumped on the train at the last moment before the doors closed.

The inside of the train is clean and tidy, brightly lit. At this time, there are not too few people going to Rome. Every car is full of people. The noise of children is heard one after another in the aisle of the train. The lights are connected in a straight line that keeps flickering.

I saw a picture of Monica Marini when I was searching for the Kalukasha stronghold, and I knew what she looked like. The other party was a very beautiful and charming red-haired beauty.According to her status, she will definitely choose to take the train box.

Just as I was about to search all the boxes on this train one by one, I heard a quarrel coming from the front of the car.

In the photo, the big beauty with red hair is standing in the middle of the aisle of the carriage, and seems to have had an argument with other people.

"My God, I can't take it! Why should I have to suffer through this!"

"Do you know how much my dress is?! Your Coke stained my dress!!"

"It stinks, it stinks! Even if you kneel down and apologize to me, I won't forgive you!"

"Marshal! Where is the marshal?! Where is the marshal now?! I want to complain!!"

Her high-pitched, hysterical voice was extremely conspicuous throughout the car, and she was arguing with a man dressed in exaggerated clothes and dyed green hair-in fact, it was her unilateral noise, and the man she blamed The man showed a face of not knowing what to do, holding an empty coke can in a silly manner, and looking at the blond man sitting opposite him as if asking for help.

Facing his companion's request for help, the blond man scolded him in a stern tone: "Don't keep looking at me! Bessie, you have to solve it yourself, don't always do things that make me ashamed."

"Okay, okay, big brother..."

Despite what he said, the man named Bessie obviously didn't know what to do in the face of the woman's more intense accusations.In my opinion, his body shape and body are quite good. There is no need to be so timid when arguing with others, but I don’t know why he always shrinks and looks like a bully, Monica Marini is determined to see this point and is reluctant to let go.

I walked over quickly, and quietly and tightly stuck behind Monica, took out my pistol and pointed it at the opponent's lower back——I specially chose an extremely concealed angle, in the eyes of others, It's just a more intimate gesture, and maybe thinks I'm her friend.

Monica's body stiffened in an instant, and her distraught voice stopped abruptly.She quickly realized what it was and stared nervously in my direction with those beautiful blue eyes.

I took this opportunity to lean into her ear and said politely, "Miss Monica, don't you want to go back to the box? I'll take you back."

"you--"

I tapped her soft back twice with my hand and gun, reminding her not to talk nonsense, she opened her mouth, and hurriedly swallowed all the remaining words.

I took out a clean handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to the green-haired man named Bessie.

Bessie took it hesitantly, and asked me uncertainly, "Is this for me?"

I nodded to him and motioned him to wipe the stains off his body with my eyes.

I think it should be that Monica accidentally knocked over his Coke can while passing by, and the carbonated drink inside spilled on the two of them.Monica was screaming and screaming, but this Bessie kept silent, like a little mouse drowning in the sewer—but his rough and strong appearance didn't look like it.

Bessie held the handkerchief in her hand, seemed a little shy, and whispered to me, "Thank you."

"Let a girl help you out, you will feel shy." The blond man frowned, his tone dissatisfied.

Hearing this, I looked at the blond man.

He was wearing a dark two-piece suit with a pattern resembling a spider web, and a bright yellow shirt-a color that matched his blond hair very well. The shirt and blazer opened into a deep V. The shape reveals the strong chest inside, as well as the collar around the neck and the huge pendant on the chest.

He was very handsome, with charming, stern blue eyes, and a deeply chiseled face.The blond hair like ears of wheat is neatly combed behind his head, exposing his full and smooth forehead. He should frown often. The brow bone is as beautiful as the back of a knife with beautiful lines, but there are two shallow folds between the brows , which made him look a little unreasonable, but very calm.

He smelled of cigarettes, he must have smoked before getting into the car.

The blond man seemed to notice my gaze, glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and said coldly, "Don't you want to leave?"

I withdrew my gaze and left here with Monica.

I politely sent Monica back to the train box.Although she is irritable and unreasonable, she is no different from a beautiful Italian woman. Seeing that I closed the door of the box, she shrank into the box with a full face of vigilance, and did not stop until her back was leaning against the wall and there was no way to retreat. down.

"Who are you? What are you? What do you want? Who sent you?"

Seeing that she seemed quite frightened by me, I kindly poured her a glass of water and pushed the glass onto the table in front of her, hoping she wouldn't be so nervous.Seeing my attitude, Monica bit her plump lips, her blue eyes sparkled like diamonds, she looked like an innocent woman who had been threatened inexplicably.

I opened my mouth and said to her, "I'm sorry to frighten you, but I just want my ring back."

Monica looked blank: "What ring? I don't know at all. If you want money, I will give you everything on my body!"

I carefully examined the expression on her face. The other party maintained a nearly perfect expression of doubt and fear, but as my gaze stopped, her facial muscles showed a slight stiffness, which belonged to A bit of fatigue that inadvertently leaked out while deliberately pretending.I noticed it and caught the changes in her facial muscles, so I was more sure of her identity in my heart.

I didn't say anything. This beautiful woman with all kinds of charms is far less brainless than she showed. Talking to this kind of person who is good at disguising can easily reveal my own details.I'm not very good at things with twists and turns and quick thinking.

I glanced at the water cup and tissue box on the table, then took out four paper towels, poured the water in the water cup on them, and finally wiped my hands carefully with the wet paper towels, palms, backs, ten I didn't stop until I confirmed that even the crevices of my fingers were clean enough, and looked at Monica blankly.

Monica shrank back nervously, her eyes wandering: "You, what do you want to do?"

Stretching out my hands to her exquisite and perfect body, I said calmly, "I'm sorry, please forgive my rudeness."

"—Who will forgive you!!"

"Don't lean in! Get your hands away!"

"No, no, no, no, that place is not allowed! No, don't touch—"

"No, I can't...don't...quickly stop!!"

After 10 minutes, I looked at the Vongola Dakong ring that I found from Monica with satisfaction, and then carefully put the ring into the small pocket on the inside of the coat. The place where the amulet is - but then again, it's incredible that this woman would put the Vongola ring in such a place. It's really amazing...

"No matter what you are thinking now," Monica scratched her red seaweed-like hair and said viciously, "Stop it! Don't think about it anymore!!"

I honestly said "Oh", indicating that I had lost my mind.

But to be honest, I also thought that the ring is not on her body at all. After all, if it is not a super powerful person, she will not carry such an important thing with her.Monica Marini is a helpless woman with no bodyguards, and I find it strange that she wears the Vengley ring.

Monica sneered, she seemed to have seen through what I was wondering about.After the ring was robbed, Monica seemed to be released from some kind of imprisonment, and she was released instantly.She kicked off the eight-inch high-heeled shoes that could pierce the hole with one foot, shrunk her body on the patent leather sofa in the box, and bluntly poured the remaining half glass of water into her mouth.

"I know what you're curious about, don't worry, I'm not interested in the Pengo Lie ring," Monica said, looking at the remaining lipstick marks on the rim of the water glass, as if in a trance, "I just use it as an excuse , just to meet someone. This may be my last chance."

I nodded to show that I was listening, then took the empty water glass in her hand, wiped off the residual red on it, and poured some warm water into it.

Monica couldn't help but said, "Don't you want to know who it is?"

"Yeah, but I know you're going to say it," I handed her the glass of warm water, "I just hope you don't feel thirsty before I say it."

Monica: "..."

Monica took another sip of water from my hand, and this time she maintained a good posture, leaving no marks on the rim of the glass.

"Hey," Monica suddenly held my hand and said abruptly, "Do you want to be my lover?"

I froze for a moment: "Lover?"

Monica nodded calmly, rubbed her long legs wrapped in silk stockings against my thigh, and said softly: "Yes, you don't have to do anything, just stay with me."

"...but I don't have any money," I said a little sheepishly. It's embarrassing to be penniless.

Monica pursed her lips indifferently: "It's all said, you don't need to do anything..."

"No, I just think," I interrupted politely, with sincerity, "that when courting a lady like you, I should have a ring ready."

I thought about it and added, "And roses."

"But at least until this train stops," I said softly to her, "I'll be by your side, my lady."

Monica: "..."

Monica drank all the water in the glass in one gulp, put the water glass heavily on the table with a flushed face, and said loudly, "Damn it! Have I been rejected again?!"

I tilted my head, not quite understanding what she was talking about.

"Including this time, I have been rejected eighteen times in my life," Monica said with her face propped up, her eyes staring at me, "Seventeen times I was rejected by the same man." Rejection, to be honest, it's terrible. Hey, they are also women, you should understand this feeling, right?"

I thought about it, shook my head, and said truthfully: "I don't understand, I have never been rejected by anyone."

"..." Monica squinted her eyes and looked at me for a moment, and suddenly her eyes were fierce, and she didn't know what she was angry with, "Men are just rubbish for looking at faces! Go to hell, stinking man!"

I blinked my eyes, and suddenly had a feeling of smoothing the cat's fur. I comforted her and said, "You are also very beautiful, Miss Monica."

"It's all piled up with money." Monica rolled her eyes.

She turned her head to the side, and her red hair fell down like flowing water and fell on her chest.She stared at me and said, "...you are very similar to that man, you have the same eyes. Are you a killer too?"

It's nothing to hide, I nodded.

"Then can you tell me," Monica said softly, the sparkle like diamonds in her eyes disappeared, but I think her eyes are more precious than diamonds, "When did people like you Will it stop? Will it stop for what?"

She looked at me, craving my answer like a fish craving water.

I was slightly taken aback, not because I didn't know how to answer, nor because I had never thought about this question, but...

"Why stop?" I didn't quite understand, so I asked her in turn.

Monica: "..."

"You are exactly the same as him," Monica said suddenly, "even the answer is the same. You are people from the same world."

"You've got the ring," she waved her hand, signaling me to go out, "I want to be alone for a while."

Before I stepped out of the train compartment, Monica stopped me again: "Wait, how old are you?"

"Fourteen," I replied.

"Fourteen...the age is still a bit young," Monica fiddled with her hair and smiled at me. "Can you drink? I want to drink with you. I know a great restaurant."

"Of course, I won't let you be rejected nineteen times," I watched her quietly, then smiled, "I will remember to bring a rose, a rose like yours."

Hearing this, Monica brushed her hair with her fingers unnaturally, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she faltered and said to me, "Oh, oh...you just know."

An hour and a half later, the train arrived in Rome.

I stepped out of the car and stepped on solid ground.Compared with Naples, I am still more familiar with Rome. Although the Rome station at this time is different from what I remember, the difference is not big.

The stream of people getting off the carriages in sequence is like ants coming out of their nests.It was night in Rome at this time, and the lights in the station were as bright as day, blocking the night from the transparent skylight.

I glanced around, suddenly paused, and looked forward.

There was a man standing there.

He is neither a passenger nor a pedestrian.He was wearing an elegant black suit, with half of his face hidden in the shadow of the depressed black jazz hat. He was tall and straight, and his body standing under the light was like a motionless shadow.

This shadow walked towards me silently, like a hunter approaching his prey, or a guillotine approaching the prisoner's head.Transparent skylights, stopped trains, whitish lights, crowds of passengers, empty benches...all of these recede one by one, and then disappear, disappearing from my sight.

I am in his shadow.

"Monica Marini said she brought me a present from Naples."

He lowered his black eyes, his pupils, gaze, eyes, and demeanor were all looking down at me.

"Could this gift be yours, little lady?"

The author has something to say: Ah, there it is!

This is probably the difference between an A that has not yet been differentiated into an A and a general attack A... It doesn't matter, sister Qin, you will be differentiated after writing this volume! !The next general attack A is you! ! !

The Mr. R here may not be so ghostly, after all, he took the script of "This Killer Is Not So Cold" (hey

As soon as I write about the girl, I start to feel orange, and if I spend a little more time, Mr. R will be greened by Qinmei (

I didn't say it before, let's take a look here

Afterwards, the lily line will be opened, and the front is very straightforward with a very straightforward lily plot... You're right, I'm talking about you!she is so cute!Soak her! !

...and Mrs. Hong Leng (Boss Hong: ??????)

Most of the little heroes I want to whore are unpopular characters. I cried and had no food, so miserable