Luo Shengmeng has no feelings today

The sound of wheezing and wheezing continued to sound, and the panic-stricken man hiding in the hotel suite leaned his back against the wall and looked around with a gun.

While cursing something in Italian dialect, he shook his hands and dialed the landline in the room.

It was quickly connected by the housekeeping department.

"Damn it, didn't any of you notice that a killer sneaked in!?"

The man was furious and terrified, pointing his gun around while cursing, "My bodyguard should have notified you 5 minutes ago, right? Now they are all dead, and you haven't sent anyone yet, bastard, this Terrible efficiency, I'm definitely going to complain about you, bastards, bloody idiots! Send someone up quickly! Quickly!"

[Please calm down, guest. ]

From the other end of the phone came the unhurried young voice, [Don't worry, I'll go up now. ]

"Remember to bring people! Bring everyone! Come on, please hurry—"

The man hadn't finished speaking from being irritable to pleading, but suddenly stopped in his throat like a chicken being strangled, his eyes widened like goldfish.

A gun was pointed firmly at his temple.

"Shh."

At some point, the killer in a suit stood behind the man. He stood there like a god of death, sending out a signal from death.

The man didn't dare to move at all, cold sweat dripped down his face, and he stammered for a long time, "Calm down, brother, who hired you to kill me? I'll pay three times, no, ten times the price—— Ahhh!! I will not move, absolutely not move, please, please..."

Mr. Killer ignored the man's pleading, but reached out and took the phone from the man's stiff hand.

Then he naturally used a deep and magnetic voice to talk to the person on the other end of the phone, and shattered the man's last hope bit by bit.

"Ryunosuke, how are you?"

[All resolved according to plan. ]

"Very good, then give me 5 minutes and don't let anyone come up." The killer chuckled a few times, then his dark eyes swept across his target, the sound of the gun being loaded was frightening, the demon was The target man whispered in his ear: "I still have something to ask this gentleman."

Room Department on the first floor.

Fair complexion, thin figure, wearing a long gray windbreaker that reaches the calf, a black shirt and a light gray tie, and a delicate and beautiful violin case in his hand, as if he is an artist wandering around He looked like a 17-year-old boy with his calm dark eyes open, his head slightly tilted, and the unique black hair with snow-white ends gently sticking to his face.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke glanced at several corpses on the ground, as well as the unconscious hotel staff at his feet, looked away for a while, held the phone in his slender hand and stuck it to his ear, and said:

"Yes, I understand. Then, Mr. R, I will pick you up in 5 minutes."

The innocent staff were all knocked out, while the armed bodyguards who stayed around were killed lightly and silently with the least blood loss.

But the young killer who did all of this was standing aside with no blood stained, calmly pretending to be a staff member of the guest room department to cover for his partner.

Akutagawa calmly put down the hung up phone, and then pressed the button in his pocket.

The device placed in the power supply room in advance was triggered, and all the electric boxes that supplied power to the elevator tripped, and the elevators in the entire hotel stopped working instantly.

The young man silently counted the time in his mind: the target is in a room on the top floor with good sound insulation, the elevator is not working, it will take some time for the electrician to check and repair, and the guards brought by the target have already been cleaned up, so his fastest means of survival We can only wait for the armed rescue of this mafia hotel, and Akutagawa has sneaked into the room department from the beginning, pretending that the staff here are covering, the bodyguards on standby in the armed department of this mafia hotel should not have noticed If there is movement at the top, then the conclusion is that there is no problem with delaying for 5 minutes.

After hanging up the phone, 5 minutes later, Akutagawa walked out of the room of the housekeeping department with his violin case on time. Rashomon turned into a cloth blade and got in through the crack of the door, and locked it from the inside, creating the effect of a secret room. .

He walked naturally in the corridor, then calmly left from the main entrance of the hotel and walked directly to the parking lot.

The violin case was placed in the back row. The young man skillfully took out the key to start the engine, released the clutch, turned the steering wheel, and lightly stepped on the accelerator. Akutagawa skillfully drove the car to the back door of the hotel.

Soon, a man in a suit wearing a black top hat came out, opened the door and sat in the co-pilot.

"Thank you, Mr. R."

Akutagawa straightened his back in an instant, and greeted him seriously.

"Ah."

Pressing his hat, Mr. R crossed his legs and threw a chip at the student and partner beside him.

Akutagawa quickly reached out to catch it.

"What the client wants, you can deliver it later."

"Yes, Mr. R."

Akutagawa carefully handed the chip to Rashomon for safekeeping.

In order to ensure safety, Akutagawa walked around the street a few more times as usual to ensure that no one was following them before driving to the safe house where they temporarily lived.

Mr. R adjusted his favorite gun in his spare time, looked at the scenery outside the car window, and said casually:

"This task is really boring. If you encounter this type next time, just refuse it."

"But the task that can be called interesting by the teacher, maybe you can't wait for one in a few weeks?"

Akutagawa heard the words, thought quietly and then replied, "But if the husband is really not interested, then there is no problem in refusing, there is really no need to trouble the husband with this level of things. Speaking of which, do you feel tired recently? ? Then do you want to rest for a while? Or let me do the next task..."

He put forward suggestions seriously, and every word was considered for his teacher. Anyway, he has never vetoed Mr. R's words since he was a child.

"That's just my casual complaint." Mr. R reached out and pressed the student's head helplessly. Generally speaking, as long as he did this, Akutagawa would stop immediately.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who heard the familiar touch from the top of his head, closed his mouth as expected. He turned around and glanced blankly. Seeing that Mr. R had no intention of continuing to speak, he blinked in confusion and continued to drive steadily. .

He sent the teacher back to the safe house first, while Akutagawa himself went to meet the employer of this task, ignoring the other party's flattery and appreciation, Akutagawa handed over the chip straightforwardly, and then settled the balance of the remuneration, completely ending the task Come back later.

the next morning.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke got up on time at six o'clock, took 10 minutes to wash himself up in a hurry, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

He went to rummage in the refrigerator and found two croissants bought yesterday. He took them out and put them on the cutting board. He cut the middle with a knife, spread butter, fried a few strips of bacon and stuffed them in. It's done on the plate.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke basically eats everything, so all meals are made according to Mr. R's taste.

Mr. R's attitude towards breakfast is more casual, but the only thing that cannot be missed is coffee, especially his favorite Italian coffee.

Espresso, in the final analysis, is a kind of espresso. The same water and double the amount of coffee can more than double the concentration. The level is equivalent to the spirits in alcohol. Compared with other coffees, it is particularly Choking throat.The taste of a full-fledged mature man is by no means something that everyone can tolerate.

Naturally, drinking this kind of coffee will spoil you. If you are used to such a strong taste, then other normal coffees in the eyes of ordinary people will be as bland as water to them.

In order to be able to make a cup of espresso that Mr. R likes, Akutagawa spent a long time studying and read a lot of books before he mastered the skill of making coffee.

"Good morning."

Mr. R also came out of the room after a while, wearing a black suit that was neat and close-fitting as always, he walked to the kitchen and greeted Akutagawa familiarly.

"Good morning, Mr. R." Akutagawa had just made coffee and was about to pour it into two cups when he suddenly heard the teacher's voice. He raised his head subconsciously and replied seriously.

The man in the suit opened the refrigerator familiarly, reached out and took out the milk and rock sugar inside, then walked to his student, took advantage of his height and body, stood directly behind Akutagawa, and stretched his hand into it in a half-circle gesture. He poured half a cup of milk and five pieces of rock sugar into one cup, then forcibly took the coffee pot from Akutagawa's hand, and filled the two cups.

Mr. R took the cup of coffee without adding anything with a natural expression.

The glass with half a glass of milk and five cubes of rock sugar belongs to Akutagawa.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, 17 years old, has a light tongue, sweet taste, and doesn't like bitterness.

But this blunt guy always prepares only Mr. R's taste, and the coffee is the same.

When Akutagawa drank coffee for the first time, he imitated Mr. R to drink it. It smelled delicious, but Akutagawa almost vomited it out the moment he took it in. He still looked at his teacher with a normal expression, so he relied on With his own willpower, he swallowed very hard.

Then his face turned pale.

But even if this is the case, Akutagawa still has to endure the discomfort and continue to drink the rest of the coffee—after all, this is what the teacher likes, and he has to force himself to accept it, not to mention, compared to the past when he was so hungry in the slums When the grass is about to be swallowed... No, he still feels that the taste of grass is better than this coffee.

In the end, Mr. R, who couldn't see it, forcibly took the remaining half of the glass, and added a lot of sugar and milk for the other party.

Coffee with sugar and milk and coffee without it are two different things.

At least after adding sweetness, Akutagawa Ryunosuke can accept this taste, and the mellow taste can even make people unconsciously aftertaste.

However, because Mr. R only likes the sugar-free version, Akutagawa, who looks up to Mr. R in everything, also tries very hard to adapt to the teacher's taste.

However every time it fails.

After each failure, Mr. R forcibly added a lot of sugar and milk into the cup.

In the end, Mr. R didn't even give Akutagawa a chance to try, and directly interrupted the opponent's actions with actions like today.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke could only open his dark eyes in a daze, and in the end, because he had no way to veto the teacher's behavior, he could only resign himself to his fate, reached out and picked up his cup of sweet coffee, and then came to the dining table.

He ate the bread quietly, every movement was gracefully corrected and taught.

And Mr. R crossed his legs, while reading today's newspaper, while sipping his strong coffee.

The window was open, and there were two small green pots of cactus by the window.

The morning sun shines in, illuminating the room, and the melodious birdsong sounds from time to time, mixed with the conversations of people coming and going on the street.

For a while, the room was full of comfort and comfort, even a killer had the right to enjoy life.

In short, a new day has officially begun.

The author has something to say: The next chapter is the beginning of the daily + rainbow baby event~

Rainbow Babies has several chapters.

Another: Jiejie's current dress is the Beast line's white mustard dress, if you don't know, you can search it (Quiet Mimi: I like white mustard's clothes a lot hhh)

Mr. R: Even though he can't drink coffee, he insists on drinking it. This student is so stubborn that it's a headache.

Mr. R (raising eyebrows): Huh?Why not stop?

Mr. R: How should I put it? Maybe it looks cute and fun to see him being bitter from coffee? ... This is not a bad idea, besides, didn't I add sugar to him in the end, I am not a devil.

Mr. R (calmly): Then?Well, Ryunosuke really can't get used to it, just watch him suffer once or twice, and he should drink sweets obediently in the future.