[Tutorial] The so-called childhood sweetheart

When the news of Asai Mo's death reached the headquarters, Rokudo Mukuro was sorting out documents in the office.

The room in Mirufiore's headquarters was well soundproofed, so good that he didn't hear the panicked footsteps outside the door as if the sky was about to fall.Until a colleague slammed the door open and yelled at him, "Leo, assemble urgently." There was a sharp beep behind him, as piercing as some kind of death knell being rung.

He froze for a moment, then nodded to his colleague who looked like the end of the world. "Okay, I'll go there right away!"

After my colleague took him to the door and left, Liudaokuo slowly arranged the white A4 papers in his hand one by one in order, tapped the edges on the table to align them, and then fixed them with folders.The movements are slow and elegant, and with his current clean and well-behaved appearance of a top student, there is a strange sense of disobedience.However, the office was empty, and no one would notice that something was wrong with this usually quiet and introverted colleague.

After tidying up the desk, Liudao Mukuro tapped the table with his slender fingers, and glanced at the closed office door.Considering that the shell he is currently wearing should not be late for the assembly or sneak out, he finally stood up slowly, pulled the zipper of the white uniform to the top, pushed open the door and walked out.

The chaos in the corridor has not yet dissipated. People in white or black uniforms gathered together in twos and threes, discussing something nervously.A few fragmentary words drifted to the ears of Liu Dao Mukuo who walked by without looking sideways, seeming to be about the death of an important person.

So, the emergency assembly just now was also due to this reason.He lowered his eyes slightly, feeling a little bored.The sixth unit he was in was responsible for intelligence work, although this was taken into consideration when he mixed in.This identity is more convenient for him to get in touch with Mirufiore's secrets, but at the same time, his usual work is quite boring and boring.There are also special times like the present that can be overwhelming.

When we arrived at the meeting room, the long table was already full of people.It seems that all the members of the Sixth Army with a little identity have arrived, including the captain who is often elusive and invisible.

Oh, it seems that the one who died this time was really a heavyweight.

Under the cover of the blue broken hair in front of his forehead, a sarcastic light flashed in Liudao Mukui's eyes.

The man standing at the top had a serious face and began to announce the reason for this urgent call in a solemn tone.Although he looked serious, almost everyone present could see his forced composure.

Liudao Mu glanced at the slightly trembling hands of the man he should now call the captain and his pale face that hadn't recovered, and lowered his head slightly.Sarah, he'd better come to think about how he can get through the funeral in a few days, and ask him to express condolences for the death of an important member of the Mirufiore family... Don't be joking, even if Pengo Li died, it doesn't matter how many people died. none of his business...

"So, this is the reason for calling everyone here. Now, please take a look at the information you have sent."

Finally, the man at the top finished speaking.Liudao Mu picked up the stack of paper that was obviously newly printed and smelled of ink, and looked through it seriously, hoping that when he turned the next page later, he would see the picture of a certain white-haired man. name.Although he also knew that this was just a delusion, if he wanted to see Bai Lan die, he might have to wait a while longer.

However, even so, he never expected that he would see Qian Jingmo's name on the last page of the information.

A few words that are very clear and eye-catching have also been bolded and enlarged.Thanks to Bailan's unknown source of importance and bias, after this woman was brought to Mirufiore, all the staff at the headquarters, from the captains of the 17 troops to the cleaners who swept the floor, took this woman The name is firmly engraved in my heart, and it is absolutely impossible to admit a mistake.In an instant, there was a gasp in the conference room.That Miss Qianjingmo would die in Bailan's private estate in Florence!And it wasn't their leader who moved...

Everyone knows what that means...

Mirufiore will usher in the biggest cleaning since its establishment...

Closing the door of the office, Liu Dao Mukui unzipped the large white magic uniform on his body, took it off and threw it on the chair.Then he walked over to the sofa and lay down.

Above the head is a ceiling with white hooks and silver patterns.Brand Jesso's consistent style is arrogant and luxurious.

Bai Lan... Thinking of the man who always smiled as if everything was under his control, and the name that was bolded and enlarged and dripping blood flashed in front of his eyes, Liu Daokuo sneered ironically.

Do you sometimes go astray, Brandeso...

Mirufiore's headquarters is now in chaos. It is said that the atmosphere in the chief's office on the top floor is so oppressive that no one dares to approach it.Batch after batch of death lists were signed from the top floor and distributed to the captains of the troops.More people died than those who died heroically in the last attack on Pengelie's headquarters.

Regarding this, Liudaokui really wanted to laugh out loud, but unfortunately he twitched the corners of his mouth and found that he couldn't seem to laugh.

The slender white fingers are on the eyes, and the dazzling white light in the office shines through the fingers and is smudged into a warm orange color.Kind of like the color of a shallow well foam flame.

It is actually a cold joke that Sora has the rare flame attribute of big space and the powerful flame pressure second only to the leader of Vongola, Tsunayoshi Sawada. In the end, he would die by shooting, an assassination method that was only popular in the last century.

Sure enough, no matter how many years the woman Qian Jingmo lived, she didn't make any progress.Ridiculously stupid.Liu Dao Mu closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes swept across his palms, and then he found sadly that he still couldn't smile.

Not only can't laugh, what's the matter with this feeling that there is an empty space in my heart...

He finds himself in a really bad mood over the stupid death of an insignificant woman.

Well, not insignificant.After all, he has known Qian Jingmo for nearly ten years, and he has eaten so many meals made by her, although more than half of them have added ingredients.

It's just that when she was 15 years old, she used cherry blossoms to pit her family's sparrows. After so many years of remembering, this woman is really small-minded.And every time I ate it obediently, I was definitely spoiled by her terrible cooking.

Liu Dao Mu got up from the sofa, touched his stomach and felt that he was a little hungry.After thinking about it, he picked up the phone and ordered takeaway.Mirufiore's headquarters is in such a mess, he still doesn't know if the chef in the cafeteria will put the salt and sugar upside down with a shake of his hand.He has eaten such a weird meal for ten years, and the person who finally cooked it has gone to see God, and he doesn't want to continue to relive it again.

So, in fact, he should be happy, except for that boring woman Qian Jingmo, no one would dare to torment him like this anymore.

I got up and walked around the office, but the delivery man hadn't arrived yet.I don't know if it's because of his hunger, but Liu Dao Mu felt that his mood was getting worse and worse.Glancing at the various chaotic crowds outside the door, he suddenly felt that he should notify Pengo Lie now and ask them to send someone to attack Mirufiore's headquarters.The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The defense force here is now at its weakest. If they attack directly, as long as someone restrains Bai Lan, there is still a high chance of capturing this place.

However, after thinking about it for a long time, he finally gave up.The news of Qian Jingmo's death should have been passed back by the intelligence personnel lurking here. It is estimated that Peng Lie's side is not much better than Mirufiore. Those who are capable of making a move should not be in the mood now.

In fact, he was not in the mood to pass the information back.Does Pengo Lie have anything to do with him? Both Tsunayoshi Sawada and Asaimo are dead. Although he still bears the name of the guardian of the mist of the tenth generation family, since the leader is dead, he still guards a wool ah.What's more, he stayed in Pengo Lie only to seize the body of Sawada Tsunayoshi.

After waiting for a long time, the takeaway finally arrived. The guy who delivered the pizza seemed to be frightened by the scene outside, and ran away without even confiscating the money.Liudaoku shrugged helplessly, this time it really wasn't his problem, that woman Asaimo should have no excuse to say that her character is bad and bullying children...

...Oh, forgot, she is already dead...

Liudao Mu frowned, and suddenly had a premonition that the pizza in his hand should be terrible.

Sure enough, his premonition was correct... After reluctantly swallowing the most unpalatable pizza ever, Liudao Mukuro's mood was still not much better, and even worse.It must be because the takeaway just now was terrible!He decided to call the store later to complain, and then give the person who recommended him a free tour of hell!

Who was the person who recommended this store to him?

Liudao Mu paused for a moment when he drank water, and then he remembered that it was shallow well foam.Then I was a little disappointed, because he couldn't send her to hell for a day trip, and she had already gone to heaven in advance.

He always knew that a fool like Qian Jingmo would definitely go to heaven, even if she was a mafia.The stupid leader of her family was already waiting for her up there.

Liu Daoku glanced at the pot of snow-white narcissus on the desk, the unyielding flower language, Asaimo's birthday flower.There is a pot in Bai Lan's office. He looked at it last time and thought it was pretty, so he also put a pot on the table.At least this flower is much more pleasing to the eye than Qian Jingmo himself.

He thought for a while, stood up and walked over to start watering the flowers.Crystal drops of water fell on the pink and white petals, crooked it a bit, then rolled down the cracks to the green leaves, and finally seeped into the soil.Liudaokuo's eyes stayed on the flower plant for a few seconds, and when he let go, the glass used for watering just now fell on the hard ground, and broke into several pieces with a "snap", and the transparent liquid flowed slowly It came out and spread to his feet.

Self-hypnosis failed.Well, he was indeed upset because of Qian Jingmo's death, and even had some loss that he didn't want to admit...or it was more than just loss...

It had nothing to do with him being hungry or the bad pizza, he just didn't want that woman to die...he didn't want to admit that part of the reason he came undercover in Mirufiore was because she was here...well, even if Yes, so what, since he sent her here with his own hands, he should take her back as well, as if it was repaying the request he owed her, and otherwise, that fellow Sawada Tsunayoshi would in trouble...

...Ah, he forgot again, Tsunayoshi Sawada is indeed dead...

Those who should have lived in peace and contentment, and waited for their lives to come to an end before being taken into heaven by God are all dead, and he, who has been exiled from hell a long time ago, is still walking in this boring world. Like a Molière satire.

This cognition made Liu Dao Mu somewhat ridiculous. For many years, amidst the intertwining of those complicated memories, he had already forgotten that he would still have this kind of low mood that belongs to human beings.So should he thank her?Or thank Bai Lan?

Liudao Mu glanced out of the window, and he suddenly remembered that, now, in this Mirufiore headquarters building, there should be someone in a worse mood than himself.

So, he instantly felt a little balanced...

He thought, this should not be called gloating...