Metamorphosis

There is no need for travel expenses.

"There is no fixed office location." I replied, because Il fans are killing people all over the world.

"What about the commission?"

"...a hundred ordinances a week." What an honest boy I am...

"..." His voice paused for a few seconds: "Tell me your employer's name and phone number, and I will sue him."

I twitched the corner of my mouth, honesty is not a good thing in many cases.

"Don't worry, I will come back to see you when I have time." It depends on whether Yi Ermi agrees or not, and when can I take off this ring.

"Where are you now, I'll find you." He said to me.

I heard the voice of the coat on the other side of the phone.

"Who are you talking to?" At this time, the kitten beside me woke up.He asked me draggingly.

It's unwise to involve Kurapika, although it's harmless to me, but the strength of this kitten is enough to kill him.I quickly hung up the phone.

"A friend. You're awake." I asked very unnutritively.

"You can knock me out, your strength is good, why are you with my elder brother?"

The tone of his speech is really like an old man in his seventies and eighties. I suspect that the children nowadays are all old.

"I was hired by your brother." I thought for a while, "Probably counted as your maid." According to the dictionary, taking care of children is the job of a maid, so it should probably be counted.

After a while, Yi Ermi came back, with the same paralyzed expression on his face, and he didn't seem to have suffered any damage, which really puzzled me.

But then, I no longer have time to think about these messy issues, because my whole life is occupied by inexplicable training.

I was handed over by Il fans to an old man wearing a "Daily Kill" clothes, and then I started a life of dire straits...

ELEVEN training X monitor X task

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No matter who there is, there will always be one or two things that he likes, just like Feitan to his umbrella, Ilmi to nails, Hisoka often likes to lick those playing cards.And obviously, the grandfather of Yier fans likes to fight with inexplicable four-character words on his clothes. Most of the time, it is marked with one kill a day. Middle), in short, he has a special preference for four-character words.

But now, and now the four big characters "training first" written on the note on his chest, this is the portrayal of my miserable life at this time.

Unfortunately, I became the exclusive maid who beat the enemy's Hakka, and was assigned to this weird grandfather of Il fans...

But I have to say that things like handbooks are sometimes unreliable. It has never been written in it that taking care of the elderly is so difficult, which is beyond my expectation.And usually, it's not me who takes care of him but he takes care of me. I'm not sensitive to this kind of care...

"Quick, open the third door to eat!"

This is his way of taking care of me. I want to protest, but Yiermi’s grandfather is obviously much stronger than his grandson. My life experience on Meteor Street tells me that if you are not strong enough, you must not disobey the strong, and the ending will only be It is tableware.

I obediently and continued, and after a lot of effort, I finally opened the third door by a small gap... and then quickly shrank back.

"The foundation is too poor." He touched his two mustaches: "Have you ever killed someone?"

I thought about it carefully: "No, I only made murder weapons." A year ago, I had a pet owner, but he was killed, and then he became a human being. His strength is neither strong nor weak in Meteor Street, he no longer needs to find food from garbage dumps like when he was a child, and no longer needs to be raised by others...

He nodded: "Your ability is only suitable for being a murder weapon."

Well, being a murder weapon is not bad, at least I still have some use and won't be disposed of as waste like before.

"But this ring." I'd be a fool not to negotiate conditions at this time.

"Ring?" Grandfather looked at the dangerous item on my little finger: "Will the tracker with Nian affect your changes?"

He stroked his beard again.

"Your worth has to be reassessed."

"Wait!" I hurriedly stopped: "Isn't this a telekinetic item that will explode when you take it off?"

He took a closer look: "It's just a failed product made out of jokes, and its only function is to eavesdrop and take pictures."

I felt my cheeks twitching... It turns out that I was deceived by Yi Ermi, and it turns out that the expressionless facial paralysis can be deceiving...

The previous owner was right, I was really stupid.

I've been depressed ever since.

"Lace." At the dining table, Yiermi put down his knife and fork: "You ate very little today." As long as Yiermi didn't go out, we all ate together.

"No appetite."

"why."

"You lied to me." I stretched out my right hand and showed him the ring I still wore on my hand: "The previous owner told me that a person can only trust another person once." I don't know why, I feel a little depressed Feeling: "Can you tell me, can I still trust you?"

He looked at me with the same expressionless expression as before, and there was no slight fluctuation in his eyes, but I seemed to vaguely see the index finger of his right hand trembling unnaturally, maybe it was just an illusion.In the end, he didn't answer anything, and I was a little disappointed, but relieved immediately.

Maybe it's best this way, I won't feel as sad as I was when I was lost for the first time, and I won't feel sorry for not being helpful like when the last owner died, and maybe there will never be any more.

I put down the knife and fork, and pressed my chest. Why did I think that the heart was still beating normally, but it was no longer there?

Afterwards, my life remained the same. I continued to be trained endlessly by my grandfather.

I think that since I was Feitan's umbrella, my mental endurance has reached a new high. Now I must say that after experiencing inhuman ravages, my physical endurance has reached an unprecedented toughness.

At least I can now wander while being whipped, and eat melon seeds while receiving electric shocks.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's just numb...

After two months of fast-track training, I stopped being the maid of my grandfather, but was specially assigned to Mr. Yiermi to continue on-site training.Normally, he designates an item or animal, and then stipulates that I change it within one day. If I fail, I will go back to my lair and eat the whip for a week. If I succeed, I will become that kind of thing and survive for a week.

Many times it is difficult to choose. When he asked me to turn into a vase that was about to break, moldy bread, and cheap condoms that were discarded, I could only choose to eat the whip for a week.Later, I learned to be good. After all, pointless persistence is unnecessary... This is often the case.

After half a year like this, I began to officially join the work of Il fans, and the work went smoothly. I am not keen on the profession of killer. Usually, I am just a prop. For example, sometimes I am trusted by the target person. A gun, but as long as he holds me in his hand, the only victim can only be himself; another example, I am a pet of the target, even if it is a cat or dog or something else, it is fine Easily take the lives of others.

I can’t say whether I like this job or not, hate it or not, but I have to do it, the reason is very simple, I’m weak, so I’m not qualified, and after all, the Yiermi family has implanted a A miniature bomb wrapped in thoughts, as long as I infringe on the interests of beating the enemy, the end is only death.

Originally, I thought that this kind of life would at least last until my death or retirement, but I didn't expect the accident to happen so quickly, and even made me change to a new owner and employer.

This person is neither unfamiliar nor familiar, with ugly earrings on his ears, and a cross symbolizing sin and redemption on his head...

TWELVE Necklace X Assassination X Kuroro's Book

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The mission that time was to assassinate a member of the Phantom Brigade, who was a newcomer to the brigade after the mission of the Kuluta tribe, and he was also a person I had never seen.

He is 185 cm tall, weighs 74 kg, and looks... I didn't find any features after looking for a long time. It looks like the security personnel everywhere in the sky arena. At first glance, it seems that they are all carved from the same mold. came out the same.

Of course, these are all the information obtained from the Dadike family.

Like the rest of the Target brigade, he has fetishes, but compared to the others, his hobbies are as ordinary as his looks—he likes necklaces.Not only that, he doesn't have any strict requirements on the brand shape of the necklace and the year it was made. He doesn't taboo on the variety, type and material at all, but simply likes to change one every day.

So I became the main member of this mission, and I was filled like that unlucky duck with pictures of N kinds of limited edition necklaces and odd style necklaces including understanding their styles and textures.

I hated the mandatory brain-boosting before every action more than whipping and electric shocks.To be honest, it is really not easy for my not very enlightened mind to remember all the information.So at this time, electric shocks have become a daily routine, whipping has become a daily necessity, and there are piles of disgusting brain tonics that follow.

But the more this happened, the more miserable I couldn't remember anything.

"Lace, take a break." Occasionally, Yier fans will show mercy and save me, a poor poor man.Then sat next to me, staring at his big, godless eyes.