Luo Shengmeng has no feelings today

Akutagawa Ryunosuke did not speak.

The expressions of the two are hidden under the white mask, and it seems that neither of them can read the other's emotions.

In fact, Akutagawa is the only one who can't read emotions.

The young man in a black suit next to him observed the body changes of the child beside him relaxedly and comfortably - not only the expression can reveal the emotion, but also the body and movement.

For example, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's tense muscles, clenched fists, and a posture that might jump back from the seat at any time.

The psychological changes were presented without any concealment.

After all, he was just an eight-year-old child with no experience in training.

Viciousness is just a protective look, and he is essentially a cub who doesn't understand anything.

"This auction is about two-thirds of the way through."

Under the dim light of the theater, the young man spoke naturally, as if the child next door was his acquaintance, "There are less than 10 minutes left."

Akutagawa remained silent, Rashomon and the hem of his clothes were ready to move.

"But considering that the boss here tends to leave the venue five minutes before the end of the auction, so you have less than 5 minutes left."

What did he say this for?

Akutagawa pursed his lips, his dark eyes under the mask stared at the young man next door in surprise.

"I shouldn't have guessed your purpose wrong, right? Young killer, let me think about it... You seem to be called [ghost]? Right." The deep voice of the young man in a suit was interesting, and he said : "This time your assassination target is the owner of the auction, right?"

Akutagawa was startled suddenly, and Rashomon almost couldn't hold back and stabbed towards the next door.

"Shh."

The young man in a suit raised a finger in front of his mouth.

"This is an auction, Mr. Xiao. Struggle is prohibited, and those who violate it will be shot to death."

His voice is still low and casual:

"Not to mention the surrounding guards, the bodyguards brought by the various mafia families in the front row are enough to solve you when you make trouble."

"You may be able to kill me, but can your cute and fierce little ability protect you in the hail of bullets?"

Suit youth will never miss every detail.

The slight unreasonable change in the hem of the child's clothes, even if it was less than a second, was enough for him to confirm his conjecture.

The young killer Mr. R has long guessed that the child is a superpower.

Although he has never seen this kind of special race, he has heard of it after being immersed in the real world for many years. After all, the cruel murder scene is absolutely impossible for a sick child to rely on his own fragile hands. Yes, and such a flawed assassination method and behavior style, but quite unreasonable without leaving traces of action, it is very likely that he was shot by a mafia family to deal with the aftermath.

Although the word [maybe] was used cautiously to describe it, Mr. R already had a positive answer in his heart: for example, the Dominique family who brought the child over at the last banquet.

That is not a magnanimous or kind family. The leader of Dominique has long been known in the Palermo district for being ruthless and suspicious. An incompetent street child is absolutely impossible to be taken in. It is a simple guess. To be sheltered by such a mafia, then this sick and slender child must have something extraordinary.

No matter how absurd it is, if all impossible factors are excluded, no matter how shocking the remaining result is, it is an undeniable fact.

Hearing this, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's murderous intent burst out uncontrollably.

It was an unrestrained murderous look, but also pitiful, at least in front of Mr. R, it was no different from a wild beast cub showing its claws.

Poor as always.

The two were in a stalemate, and to be precise, only Akutagawa Ryunosuke was in a stalemate.

The young man in a suit next door watched the auction very freely. Occasionally, when he was interested, he would bid for one or two antiques.

Time began to pass by little by little, and the auction was about to end. Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who had been unable to find a chance to act, was restless. The time for the guests to leave the venue was fixed. According to the young man in a suit next to him, the owner of the venue would Leave 5 minutes early, then their time will undoubtedly be staggered.

How to act?What excuse are you looking for to get to the second floor?

Akutagawa racked his brains and couldn't think of a solution, and, compared to the task, there were worse situations that he needed to solve.

——Why did the man next to him lock himself directly?

Has his identity been exposed, or is he showing his feet somewhere?

Akutagawa was very sure that he didn't know the other party, so when his purpose and identity were suddenly pointed out, he was unavoidably panicked and confused for a moment.

who is he?What is the purpose?

The black market took over the killer who assassinated him?

Various speculations flashed in my mind, and finally came to a conclusion.

No matter who it is, it needs to be silenced.

The dark eyes under the mask of the restless boy opened fiercely, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"You're too impatient."

The young man in the suit suddenly spoke again, still in that casual tone, "Patience is the most basic quality of a good killer, Mr. Xiao."

Akutagawa's murderous intent remained undiminished, especially when the auction was coming to an end. His mission objective was the same as the young man in the suit had said. The moment he got up 5 minutes early and was about to leave, the boy's mood was extremely bad.

He instinctively wanted to stand up and catch up.

He was interrupted by the voice of the young man next door to attract his attention.

"It's not just patience, being good at observing and using the environment, it's also an essential ability for a killer."

Akutagawa looked over.

The young man in the suit also turned his face slightly, his eyes hidden under the mask quietly watched the child's face.

His voice was as deep and calm as ever, and nothing seemed to shake him.

"For example, in this theater, the zenith has many decorative supporting steel columns that are completely unnecessary from a mechanical point of view, as well as many luxurious and bulky decorations."

"It's very simple to calculate his course of action after learning the information about his position in five minutes. After all, this is just a theater, and there are always a few paths that must be passed."

Akutagawa was taken aback.

The young man's face hidden under the mask slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

boom--

Almost as soon as the words were spoken, a small explosion blew up a connecting point of a decorative supporting column on the zenith of the theater.

The power is not too great, it just blows off the supporting point, making it unstable under the force. The redundant "supporting pillar" in the young man's mouth makes a creaking sound and falls wobbly.

The movement was so loud that it caught everyone's attention in an instant.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was no exception. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the huge and heavy steel support column. Below him was the auctioneer who was about to leave.

Who blew it up?

The young man in a suit beside him?

Is it the owner of the auction who wants that support pillar to kill him?

Do not……

The steel was not too big, and it shook a few times before falling. The owner of the auction ran away in a hurry after finding out, and just avoided it.

not dead?

Just as Akutagawa came up with this idea, the owner of the auction, who had just escaped a catastrophe, was caught off guard by a falling decorative chandelier.

when?

The boy with black hair and black eyes, except for the snow-white ends of his temples, stared round in disbelief.

"what have you done?

He turned his head to look beside him, and at some point he had stood up—a young man in a suit who stood up like everyone else, with his hands in his pockets.

"Shh."

Wearing a white mask, the young man who couldn't see clearly stretched out a finger again, and stood in front of his mouth, interrupting Akutagawa's unspoken words.

"That's the trick, little sir."

He said so lightly in his deep magnetic voice, and then amidst the turmoil in the theater, he blended into the crowd and left lightly and soundlessly.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was stunned.

People from various mafia gangs at the scene have already begun to feel agitated by this unexpected death. All kinds of powerful people have already frowned and planned to leave the scene. No one noticed the figure of the young man in the suit.

The immature face under Akutagawa's mask was full of astonishment. He widened his dark eyes, pursed his mouth, and ran after the man in the suit without hesitation.

……

It's [-]:[-] in the evening.

In the quiet and deserted alley, absolutely no third person exists.

Very remote, but also very prone to crime.

Mr. R was not walking fast in this dark and gloomy alley.

"Rashomon—"

rear.

With a fierce and suppressed shout.

Countless black cloth blades pierced the young man in a suit in front of him.

There seemed to be nowhere to hide, but the young man in the suit who was walking in front had no intention of avoiding it. He just easily took out a pistol from the interlayer of his suit, and fired two shots at the back seemingly casually.

Passing through the gap between the five blade attack tracks, it flew straight towards the boy's heart and head.

If you hit it, you will die.

Forcing Rashomon to take the initiative to reverse the direction of the cloth blade and stab it towards the ground, he used powerful force to support the boy who was far away and had no time to react into the air, avoiding the two dangerous bullets.

"You obviously didn't react, but your little ability saved your life."

The young man in the suit raised his eyes, looked at the child who was suspended in the air with the cloth blade as the support, and pondered for a while: "That is to say, does your thing have self-awareness?"

Akutagawa, who narrowly escaped two shots, was suspended in the air, and it took him a while to control Rashomon to slowly put himself down.

He asked in his not-so-fluent Italian:

"how did you do it?"

"What are you asking? Ah, the mission objective?"

The young man in the suit lost his mask a long time ago, and the shadow of the black top hat cast on his face, faintly revealing the calm dark eyes.

His tone was light: "Act after having information, it's a simple trick and seduction."

Predict the target's course of action, blow up the small decorative support pillars in advance, the powerful but insufficient explosion and the decorative pillars that fell from the blown fulcrum attracted the attention of others, and then the target retreated in a hurry and walked to the At the location predicted by the killer——

The rapid fire time is within 0.07 seconds, and this time is still shortening as it grows. The veritable first-class killer draws out the pistol with the silencer at the fastest speed, aiming at the weakest point of the chandelier structure.

The bulky ornate chandelier hit the target directly on the head, killing him.

Then, before everyone else perceives the murderer, retract the weapon.

He blended into the crowd and left as if nothing had happened.

Compared with Akutagawa, who can only show his strength with his teeth and claws, the young man in front of him is the real suit hunter who steals other people's lives silently, like a ghost, which is hard to track and unpredictable.

"As I said, this is art, Mr. Little."

The young man in the suit held the gun in one hand, and easily curled his temples with the other. He said this sentence again, and then showed an incomprehensible smile.