Stand-in messenger at the winery

So, her work is in Luhan's hands again, right?

Sharo couldn't help but recall the first time he cooperated with Luhan, when both of them saw that the other person's nose was not his eyes. At that time, although Luhan "reluctantly" agreed to draw manga for Shaluo's works, this guy often focused his attention at every turn. to unnecessary scenes—

For example, a thief who was hit by a carriage with blood flying everywhere, or a new aristocrat with a blue face after being poisoned to death... But Shaluo hopes to show the picture in the eyes of a ghost. As a ghost that has been dead for a long time, it will not He is interested in death, and the wild flowers on the roadside splashed by blood foam are more attractive to him.

As the editor-in-chief, Guan Yue never stopped the two young authors from quarreling in the editorial department. He would just sit aside, and when the two turned their eyes to him, he said with a smile, "Go ahead, the work is in the middle of a quarrel." Created."

He even secretly encouraged the two to fight if they could not quarrel.

More than half of Sha Luo and Lu Ban's earliest quarrels and fights were caused by this editor-in-chief who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal.

It's just the poor little editor caught in the middle.

At any rate, after working through a work, Sha Luo and Lu Ban didn't quarrel immediately this time, but sat down calmly and had a good chat.

Kishibe Rohan's home in Morioh Town.

"Come on," Kishibe Rohan took out his notebook, "You won't forget the previous bet, right?"

"Of course not," Sharo said not to be outdone, "I'm still waiting for your Harley."

So, Shaluo heard a piece of material about double messengers and serial murderers. She vaguely realized—"This prisoner, his name is Kira Yoshikage?"

"That's right," Luhan nodded, "He was silent for a long time after he came back from Yokohama, and he seemed to have been seriously injured, but his villainous nature couldn't be suppressed, and he started killing women he liked , so his feet were exposed, and he was quickly defeated by Mr. Kujo and the others, and finally died under the ambulance."

He looked at Sha Luo, and there seemed to be some deep meaning in his eyes, "You know I've seen the memories of Kang Yi and the others, right?"

"That woman who fell from the sky, is that you?" He leaned forward and looked down at Shaluo from top to bottom, "What are you going to do?"

Sha Luo took a step back calmly, and the formula book was already in his hand, "This should be my private matter, right? You don't want to use the gate of heaven to peek?"

"I'm not so unmannered." Standing up, Lu Ban pinched her earrings, and the cold metal texture penetrated her skin, "But it's your turn."

He stretched out his hand to signal, "I really want to know...the story about you."

Sharo originally wanted to use the story of the Nijimura brothers as the material for the competition, but it is obviously not possible now... Kishibe Rohan has already seen this matter through the memory of the silver-haired boy, and it may even be used in the manga .

Of course, she experienced other things during this year, but most of them were special events that could not be told to outsiders.

Mafia in Italy has a non-disclosure agreement, and the project in the United States is even more commercially confidential. The thing about Mimic in Yokohama involves an organization, and she may have accidentally exposed herself.

"Why, don't you have any better material?" Lu Ban sat on the sofa, the notebook in her hand had been put aside, "Or, you can't tell anyone about you?"

Shaluo took a deep breath, "So, have you heard of Bodo, the city of killers?"

To hide the traces of her participation, Sha Luo told the story of Lin Xianming and Lin Qiaomei's brother and sister to Kishibe Rohan, "...the taste of that ramen shop is really good," she recalled, "while eating I was thinking that the location of the next book will be set in Hakata.”

"How should I put it, you really have your style." While listening, Kishibe Rohan rarely interrupted Sharo. He leaned forward, put his chin on his crossed hands, and blinked his green eyes like this He stared unblinkingly at Sha Luo's lips opening and closing.

"Will the Hua Jiuhui still exist in the end?" He asked curiously.

Sha Luo flipped through his formula book, paused when he heard the words, and glanced sideways at a string of messages, "It seems to be missing, all the bosses in their Bodo branch have been killed."

Then the two fell into silence. After all, who won this bet?

When the two were betting, they didn't expect to find a referee, but when they met each other, they were unwilling to give in. Now this scene is rare.

"Hey, don't you have anything to say?" Sharo slumped on the sofa and kicked Luhan who was opposite him with his toes. Well-polished furniture bears the weight and humiliation it shouldn't.

Normally, Luhan would choke, and with his personality as arrogant as his ripped clothes, he was not polite when speaking. Of course, Shaluo was not a good person—if there was a quarrel, it was always the result of "cooperation" between the two parties.

No one brought up the topic of quarreling today, and Sha Luo actually felt a little uncomfortable. She turned her head and found that Lu Han looked thoughtful, as if she was thinking of some bad idea.

With a swish, she retracted her legs, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and stared vigilantly at Rohan who turned her face sideways.

It was rare for him to untie his hair tie, and the dark green hair fell on his cheeks and eyelashes, which actually softened the outline of his face a little.Sha Luo specially wore a more formal purple A-line skirt today to meet the editor-in-chief of Guanyue, but Lu Ban still went his own way, with overalls and ultra-short tight-fitting short sleeves, and half of his waist was exposed. Sha Luo once suspected that he would have rheumatism sooner or later. .

He bent one leg and sat up slightly, "I was thinking, how about this?"

"I'll give you the Harley, but you also promise me one condition." Before Sharo frowned, he stepped on the coffee table and squatted in front of Sharo, "How about going to Italy with me to collect music? Very familiar."

The small round coffee table stood firm and did not make any embarrassing noises, even though there was an oversized cartoonist squatting on it.

"Can you speak Italian?" "Then I can speak it now." Using Heaven's Gate, Luhan wrote "Can speak Italian" on her arm.

Sharo took a deep breath, opened the formula book, and found that the page belonging to Kishibe Rohan did suddenly have a line of information "good at Italian". She suddenly stretched out a hand, and the two brothers patted Kishibe Lu Han's shoulder, "You see, how about this," she coughed, "if you do me a little favor, I'll take you to Italy to see what's good."

She hoped that Kishibe Rohan would write in her book—"I will not be possessed by any illusionist."

"So don't peek!" There was still a piece of black silk that was used to block the line of sight last time with him, Sha Luo went around behind Luhan and tied his eyes, and Luhan had already taken the pen in his hand.

"I see." Sharo's knotted hands stopped for a moment, and she always felt that Kishibe Rohan was very talkative today. As the saying goes, there must be a monster if something goes wrong, which made her doubts even greater in her heart, "Okay? ?” he asked.

Holding the formula book in his hand, Sharo stretched out his palm and spread it in front of Luhan.

This time, it was Luhan who groped and grabbed Sha Luo's hand in the dark, and rubbed his fingertips to his palm, and Sha Luo's palm opened a thin sheet of paper.

Sharo found the blank space on the page, reached out to grab Luhan's hand holding the pen, and led him to the destination.

"No matter what I write here, you will do it," Lu Ban suddenly said, "Are you really determined to believe me?"

"A year ago you said that 'Sara Morishita would not be able to resist Kishibe Rohan'," Sharo tilted his head, with the other hand attached to the cold and smooth silk, feeling the slightly beating eyelids and the temperature of the fresh life , "You wouldn't do that, would you?"

There was light passing through the grilled windows, casting interlaced shadows on the two of them, and even the lightly floating dust in the air became bright.

At this moment, Luhan was sitting, while Shaluo was half kneeling on the tea table. When she lowered her head, curly black hair ran across Luhan's face and neck. She watched the pages of the book in her hand gradually close with a clattering sound, and finally It blends with the skin of the hands, as if it had never appeared before.

She turned her hand over Lu Han's eyes, touched him lightly with the back of her hand and her curled knuckles, and held Lu Han's face with her back hands, "I know you found something...but can you stop going Check it out." She removed the honorifics, but her tone of voice was gentle towards strangers, "Everyone has secrets, and knowing too much is not good for everyone."

Luhan suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Shaluo's wrist, and stretched his other hand behind his head, untiing Shaluo's uncomplicated knot, the silk slipped down, revealing his pupils, which were darker than green agate, Under the shining light, there was no trace of wavering, "Look at our stand-in ability, Shaluo."

He said, "Whether it is my 'Gate of Heaven' or your 'Formula Book', we are destined to be the ones who will pursue any secret to the end. This is a fever that we all suffer from. An incurable disease called curiosity."

"A terminally ill person is not afraid of any danger." He stood up and picked up Sharo's hair that fell on her shoulders, so the strands rose and fell, and finally fell on Sharo's chest Fluttering, "Unless the firewood in their bodies is burned into a pile of dead ashes."

From his current angle, he could see Shaluo bowing her head slightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and he knew that when she raised her head, he would be able to see violet-like pupils and lips more gorgeous than roses.

And - when Shaluo raised his head, the ambition in his eyes was the same as his, a firewood that would never go out.