[Comprehensive] Correct usage of framed hero

It was already 1:25 in the morning when I got home. Ito did not leave a light on when he went out. At this time, standing under the street light beside the road, the three-story building was shrouded in darkness, and it was quiet and silent.

He paused for a moment before taking out the key to open the door.

Although this mansion also uses a fairly advanced security system, it may be because the brain can rest for a while when using the key to open the door, but Ito has always retained this relatively backward method.

For example, at this moment, he can calmly think that if Reborn is still there, according to his usual habits, he should jump in the door first, turn on the light, and then say good night before returning to his room.

——Since I can remember, reborn has been appearing in Ito's life in various ways, filling too much of this soul that actually has nothing in essence, so that even if he is as strong as Ito, he has to form quite a habit of thinking.

"It fully and effectively confirms Skinner's theory." The flat voice of the other party seemed to be faintly heard in his ear, as well as the confident and arrogant expression on his face when he said this, which made Ito unconsciously reveal While smiling, he also thought of the unobtrusive pause during the call tonight.

This is necessary, Ito said softly in his heart, but suddenly he wanted to smoke a little.

He closed his eyes slightly, and with a "click", the door lock was gently unscrewed.

Ito naturally stopped thinking, couldn't think too much, and couldn't even show any abnormalities. This is the [interestingness] of carrying the monitoring system with him.

Thinking of this, he suddenly said: [What is my IQ? ]

【137. ] The system quickly gave an answer.

[You can measure the IQ of a soul that keeps changing bodies, your level is really quite good. ]

【…】Although I think there must be something wrong, but I just don’t know what is wrong, Miss No is really tired!

I bullied the system a little bit. Although it didn't completely calm down the abnormal mood that I had been feeling since the phone call at night, it was better than nothing.

Ito did not turn on the light. After taking off his shoes, he hung his suit jacket on the hanger at the door, walked straight to the kitchen, took out a bottle of strawberry milk with high sugar content from the refrigerator, and then took it from the cabinet above the gas stove. He dug out a glass from inside, poured the milk into it, and then stood at the dining table that was so empty at night that it seemed that only the blue moonlight was left, and drank the whole glass of iced milk in one go.

Afterwards, he turned on the faucet, rinsed the glass carefully, and put it on the drainer next to the sink, which had been empty since Reborn left.

Ito walked out, and when he left the kitchen, he looked back subconsciously - there was only one water glass there now, and under the moonlight at night, a blurred and lonely shadow slanted out.

Waking up to the blaring doorbell after just falling asleep is a horrible feeling.

At 03:30 in the morning, when the sun was too lazy to rise below the horizon, Ito opened the door neatly dressed—although the time was short, he had already changed into a suit, a striped shirt, no tie, and his usual neat hair It was a little messy at this time, and only from this point could it be seen that he had just gotten up from the bed.

However, his posture remained straight. He looked down at the visitor from a high position. His expressionless face and narrow and deep eyes made people feel cold and majestic for a while.

Bai Lan, who played the role of an uninvited guest dishonorably, was taken aback for a moment, and smiled after two seconds: "First of all, the matter has been completed."

Ito nodded slightly. Although he didn't think that such a trivial matter was worth knocking on his door late at night, he believed that his main advantage was his patience, so even if his temper was already so irritable that he wanted to kill someone, he would Still according to the needs of the dialogue program, he answered in a very considerate and natural way: "Then?"

"Then I'm hungry." Immediately after he heard the unbelievable words in this world, the guy who was punctured for framing him just now said with a straight face: "I want to see if you have anything to eat here. "

Under the light of the cold moon, the young man with soft hair and brighter than the moonlight, with a frank smile, makes people unable to get angry.

After a pause, Ito stepped aside and opened the door.

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There was only one more person in the empty house, but the atmosphere seemed to become lively immediately.

Jesso was quite familiar with it. He walked all the way, turned on all the lights in Ito's house, and illuminated the entire three-story house.

There was no need for Ito's introduction, the boy went to the kitchen on his own, and sat directly at the dining table waiting for Ito, who came in after him, with a natural look on his face, he almost knocked on the bowl and sang to ask for dinner.

Ito felt that he subtly felt a little bit of Xanxus' mood at that time.

He glanced at Jesso, opened the drawer with a headache, and took out a pack of plain noodles from it.

"That's all there is, is it okay?" Now that the matter has progressed to this point, it's better to be more graceful in the details. Thinking so, the man turned his head and asked.

"Yes." The other party said with a smile, as if enjoying Ito's rare concession.

Ito began to cook noodles, although he also felt that the current situation was very strange-why did he cook noodles in the middle of the night with a good temper to fill the stomach of troublesome little ghosts!However, it is probably because both parties have already recognized what kind of role the other party is in this incident—although it was only a brief confrontation, given that both parties are very restrained and graceful, in the end, through mutual cooperation I have achieved a fairly satisfactory result, so it is only natural that I agree with the other party a little without knowing it, and the distance is naturally shortened.

The water in the pot was already boiling, and Ito first stood up the noodles in the middle of the boiling water, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the thin silver threads instantly spread out like a fan and spread out across the pot.

"Is this because the heat will be more evenly distributed?" The boy who had already stood by the gas stove at some point tilted his head and asked.

"...Maybe." Ito answered after a pause—it was just an ordinary question, but it was like being stung by someone who pricked the most sensitive nerve in his brain, the warm smiling face with white mist The kitchen scene flashed in memory, leaving only a bleary aftertaste.

"Please use." Finally, Ito sat across the table and put the bowl in front of Jesso.

Boiled noodles in plain water, seasoned only with salt, the usually pampered young man ate them all with a smile on his face, as if he didn't dislike it, and finally washed the dishes by himself.

He even pushed back the opened chair very politely before leaving, turned off the lights one by one, and said goodbye to Ito face to face in the corridor in the morning light.

"I think I won't trouble you for the time being." The young man who said this confidently, his short silver-white hair was smudged by the color of the rising sun, reflecting the beautiful color of amber, "But it's too early to take it lightly gone."

The silhouette of the slender figure against the light seemed a bit ethereal, and the corners of the eyes and the ends of the hair were obscured by the hazy light, making it impossible to see the speaker's expression clearly.

Ito narrowed his eyes and didn't answer, he just smiled slightly.

It was a rather subtle smile, under the light of the rising sun, calm and confident, with a handsomeness that hit people's hearts.

People subconsciously paused their breathing, and felt a little annoyed at what they said before out of thin air—yes, it’s like this again, just a look, a smile, makes people feel like they are wearing broken shoes with open toes , don't know where to put your feet.

Why can't he behave better in front of him?I can't help but think so.

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It was already early in the morning to send Bai Lan away, and Ito thought about it, because he didn't have any luggage to pack. As for other mission-related items, reborn must have already prepared them—this is a tacit understanding between the two parties without words.

He took a short nap to recharge his energy.

As a result, I waited until 10 am before the doorbell was rang viciously.

"xanxus?" Ito raised his eyebrows, showing a rare look of surprise.

"I wouldn't have come if I wasn't afraid that you would be troublesome if you died!" This was the first sentence blurted out by half body, who hadn't seen him for nearly a year.

——Ever since I heard from Reborn that Ito was going to take on a dangerous mission, and he didn't have any reliable people around him, he fell into a state of inexplicable irritability when he took over Xanxus entrusted by Reborn by accident.

Everything that that hateful scumbag has done is still clearly in his memory, reminding him every day and every moment of how insulted he has been.

Xanxus even thought about whether it would make things easier if he simply strangled that bastard named Makoto Ito.

However, when Reborn called yesterday and told him that the bastard might be in danger, even though he knew it was a bait laid by Reborn, his body seemed to be completely out of his control, and he couldn't help saying " Let me go" incredible words.

Not wanting to see the stunned faces of everyone in Varian at all, Xanxus didn't even have time to repent, and fled to Boston like a loser.

While annoyed and tangled in my heart, how should I explain this unsatisfactory behavior when I saw that bastard?But his legs walked to the door of the address he saw "inadvertently".

Thinking of this, Xanxus tugged at the collar of his shirt irritably, tearing the already untidy uniform even more messy.

Even the glaring scar on his face gradually became more obvious as time passed and the accumulation of emotions accumulated.

However, Ito collected his expression and looked at xanxus quietly.

——Different from other people, even though he has long had the outstanding ability to see through others lying, but xanxus, Ito smiled wryly in his heart, without even sighing "too bad", he just fell into it The dilemma he most wanted to avoid in his plan.

Yes, even if he wants to hide it, even if he is bluffing, even if he is impatient and reluctant on purpose, even if everything that the other party shows is something Ito can't appreciate, but he can really feel the sincerity and love in the other party's heart. Suffering - so painful, so struggling, but also... so sincere.

Empathy, for them, has never been an adjective, but an irreversible and sad fact that has nothing to do with personal will.

And the shaking of the heart, even if it is only for a moment, is enough to change the situation of mutual hatred that they worked hard to maintain before.

"Oops." Ito closed his eyes, and that was all he could say in the end.