you turned on the love game

When you came out of the alley, the two enthusiastic passers-by who wanted to call the police were still there, as if they were about to come in to check the situation——

What if the redhead who left first hurt someone?

Seeing you come out intact, they froze for a moment, then were rather visibly relieved, nodded at you and left.

You wandered around the old city again. Most of the shops you used to go to have been relocated to the new city. The only thing left is a bakery.

The owner, Mrs. Mira, is not in good health and can't keep up with the fast pace of the new city, so she simply stayed here.Even so, she plans to close the store and go home to rest after the New Year celebration.

"There's not much people living here anymore, you can't make any money."

she said so.

You are one of the few guests today, and before leaving, she generously gave you a few packs of snacks as a reward for your willingness to listen to her whining.

It used to be the same way, when you came to her shop to buy bread, you always liked to sit and listen to her talk, feeling a kind of indescribable fireworks.

You looked at Mrs. Mira quietly. Her hands seemed to have more wrinkles than you remembered, and her back became a little bent, but the smile on her face was still as warm as before.

A trace of melancholy welled up in your heart, and after accepting the pastry, you politely thanked you and left, and after walking a certain distance, you looked back at the deserted bakery.

There are also several welcoming cards hanging under the eaves, shaking gently with the wind.

When you returned to the troupe, you found a few bags of daily necessities at the door. You immediately recognized that they were bought by you and Abach, and you stopped the troupe member who was about to enter the room strangely: "Dami, Abach didn't come back." ?"

Dami was playing Rubik's Cube with his head buried. He raised his head after hearing your voice, thought about it seriously, and shook his head, "No..."

Then I remind you again: "Martha, the daily necessities by the door belong to you and Abaki, right? A few young people brought them here just now."

"Well, it's ours."

"That's good……"

Da Mihan smiled and touched his hair, "I was shocked when I saw a stranger knocking on the door suddenly to deliver something."

"That's the service staff of Moligu City. After shopping, you can ask them to help deliver the goods to your door."

Seeing Dami's eager eyes, you added unhurriedly, "Of course, it's charged by weight."

Damie, who was planning to buy a lot of necessities at once, and then stay away for a long time: "Oh..."

You were instantly amused by his expression.

After laughing, you leaned over to carry these daily necessities back to the room, when you suddenly heard the sound of the door opening behind you.

"Abach! What happened to your injury!?" Dami exclaimed.

You hear the sound and look back.

The girl who was still intact before parting was holding the door frame with one hand and covering her abdomen with the other, her lips were still stained with blood.

"Abach?"

She waved her hand to refuse Dami's support, walked forward a few steps and sat down on the stairs, and said to you, "I met John? Doe."

"The serial killer?!"

Unlike Dammy's shock, you calmly asked her: "Did you hurt your internal organs? Do you feel any special discomfort?"

"Ah, no."

Abach quickly waved his hand, probably pulling the injury, and let out a "hiss" with a distorted expression, "My heart hurts, it's just my heart hurts."

Damie breathed a sigh of relief: "Your expression really doesn't look like it."

Abaki ignored Dami's complaints, wiped off the remaining blood on his face, and said to you seriously: "Martha, I found out that John? Doe is a telekinetic, no wonder he has been unable to catch him."

"Where did you meet him?"

"In a relatively remote alley."

Abach explained: "At that time, I was very close to the theater troupe, and I suddenly heard a cry for help—my hearing has been very keen since I learned to read, and there is no possibility of hearing it wrong."

"I pointed out the location of the troupe to those few people, and then I went there."

Having said that, Abach paused for a moment, with a disgusted expression on his face: "That bastard...he stomped people on the ground, and tried to oppress them to death with his telekinetic power!"

"It's no wonder that the victim's body parts were crushed to death."

You lower your eyes thoughtfully.

Suddenly, I thought of the dizzy, light and heavy feeling in my brain when I first entered this body.

Because there is no pain, you just think it is an ordinary injury.

Thinking about it now, the feeling of being light and heavy at the same time is most likely because a certain piece of the brain has been squashed.

—Serial Killer, "John? Doe"

During the period of your contemplation, Abaki talked about her failure to fight the serial killer again, and sighed a long time: "If Hisoka hadn't appeared suddenly, I might have died there."

Hearing the familiar name, you come back to your senses: "Hisuo?"

"Yeah, he hurt John Doe's eye, and he should be able to catch that guy now...but I didn't dare to talk to Hisoka."

She whispers to you: "He was expressionless and looked super scary, and he always felt that he would be killed if he talked casually."

"..." I felt a little guilty.

Abaki didn't pay attention to your expression, and gently rubbed the injured area, and said with a bitter face, "I'll go find some ointment..."

Da Mi watched her grin her teeth and stood up reluctantly, and asked with concern: "Do you need my help to carry the daily necessities back to the room?"

"Wonderful! Great help! Thank you Dami!"

"It's okay, such a small thing."

Damie waved his hand honestly, and then said to you: "Martha, your room seems to be very close to Abaki, right? Need help..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the troupe was pushed open from the outside again.Hisoka walked in holding a blood-stained poker card, with a gloomy expression, staring at the poker in deep thought.

Although he didn't smile, you inexplicably feel that he should be in a good mood.However, you just thought this way one second, and met his eyes the next second.

The pair of golden pupils that were originally calm immediately darkened, occupying them coldly, and the corners of the mouth also stretched into a straight line.The sense of relaxation that was still lingering around him just now disappeared in an instant, and he stared at you coldly.

Dami raised his hand to say hello, but he hesitated after seeing Hisoka's eyes, and then quietly put his hand down again.

But you are not affected at all: "Hisso?"

He also shook the candy toy box in his hand, and said enthusiastically, "I found a sticker on the face of the clown doll inside."

"..." The red-haired boy didn't say anything.

It is actually very strange for Hisoka to be silent. During his time in the troupe, he never had any negative emotions, as if he didn’t care about anything he encountered.

Even when he was guarded and rejected by the rest of the troupe, he didn't care what the people around him thought.

If you want to strike up a conversation, strike up a conversation, and when you don't want to strike up a conversation, just glance at the other person and walk away with a half-smile.

It was the first time that he was silent and stood still like this.

But the only member of the team present is Dami, and he has a character that doesn't think much at all, and even looks at you with the eyes of a hero.

The left eye reads "His expression looks scary", and the right eye is not to be outdone, "How dare you talk to him".

You ignored Da Mi's Yan Yi, opened the box with a click, and popped out the dangling clown doll.

The stickers of stars and water droplets are clearly reflected in Hisoka's line of sight.

He glanced at the sticker, wondering what he was thinking.

A few seconds later, he shifted his gaze to your face, and the tight lip line suddenly lifted slightly, and he pulled out a sarcasm smile, without any fluctuation in tone.

"yes……"

Ah, this tone...

You sighed softly in your heart, and you didn't even say "hehe", it seems that you are very angry this time.

How to do it?He is no longer a child now, and can no longer be coaxed with hugs and chewing gum like he used to be.

While you were still thinking, Hisoka turned and left.

Dami stared at his back and murmured doubtfully: "Hisoka still speaks in that tone--is there a festival between you, Martha?"

holiday?You thought about it for a while and replied: "It doesn't count..."

When Damis let out a sigh of relief, you added, "After all, he didn't really want to kill me at that time."

Da Mi almost suffocated in one breath: "At that time——this was already a big festival!"

You deny: "No, I'm still standing here properly."

"..." He was at a loss for words for a while, and finally said helplessly, "Forget it, as long as you are fine now... By the way, do you need me to help you move things up?"

You were looking at Hisoka's figure as he spoke.

As soon as Dami finished speaking, Hisoka suddenly turned his head and gave the former a cold look, only to find that you were staring at him.The expression on his face collapsed, and he turned his head back again.

So cute……

You couldn't help but rolled your eyes and smiled.

Dami trembled inexplicably, and then touched his arm in doubt: "Strange...why did you suddenly feel cold just now?"

You burst out laughing, then stopped smiling at Dami's blank eyes, and said to him, "Probably because of the sudden drop in temperature... Thank you Dami, I'd better move it up by myself."

"Oh that's fine."

He turned around to help Abaki move things, muttering in his mouth: "Why did the temperature drop suddenly... It seems that I have to wear thick clothes tomorrow."

Hisoka's reaction to Dami gave you a lot of confidence, and you thought it was still possible to coax him well.

You ended up not seeing him for days.

One or two days is a coincidence.

But three or four days is definitely not the case.

"Where's Hisoka?"

The companion was stunned for a moment, as if he was stopped by your question, and shook his head after careful consideration: "I don't really know... Isn't he often absent?"

no.

Usually he would sit in the corner and play cards.

It's just because he basically doesn't participate in the topic, and because there are few familiar people, the members think that he is often away.

You probably guessed what was going on in your heart, and you didn't show it on your face, and you didn't plan to ask other people. Facing the curious eyes of your companions around you, you just smiled and said, "Okay, I see."

In the evening, come out of the shower.

You are standing in the hallway with your wet hair blowing your hair, resting your chin with one hand, and holding the toy box with the other hand.

The water drops from the tail of your hair flowed down your neck into the collar, but you didn't even bother to wipe it off. You just kept opening and closing the box in boredom, making the rattling sound, which was especially noticeable at night.

The clown figure keeps popping out and retracting.

It looked like a funny theater show.

As you play, a strange feeling suddenly arises in your heart.

Subconsciously looked towards the platform above.

You will look at this place every night, because the last time I saw Hisoka playing cards here-you also looked at it before taking a shower today, and there was nothing at that time.

But now, the red-haired boy is sitting cross-legged on the open platform, holding a poker card in his hand, looking at you with no expression on his face.

In front of him was a pile of scattered playing cards.

You blinked and asked, "Did I disturb you?"

He turned his face away and didn't answer, you put away the toy box, and simply walked up to the platform and sat down beside him.

There are no obstacles around the platform, and the night wind rushes into the collar of the collar, and will never stop until it makes people shiver.

The winter in Moligu City is bitingly wet and cold. When you were an ordinary person, you always liked to wrap yourself in heavy clothes, and Hisoka would look at you like a joke, as if saying "it's useless".

He also likes to hang around in front of you from time to time in autumn clothes. When you ask him what he is doing, he will raise the corner of his mouth and say to you: "Lucia, you are too weak..."

But when you warm his hand, he won't refuse.Fortunately, you still have one of the few consciences to know that he is a child.

Flipping through the memories of the past, you subconsciously smile.

But in reality, Hisoka didn't even give you a look. He reached out and waved away the scattered playing cards on the ground, and rebuilt the poker tower.

You quietly watched his movements without speaking.

In the dark night, the fragile poker tower stood tremblingly in the wind, as if it would be blown down at any time.Hisoka wasn't nervous at all, and every card he placed was steady and precise.

- He has been like this since he was a child.

You have been silent for a long time, and the poker stack is slowly getting higher and higher.

It wasn't until the moisture seeped into the clothes from the ends of the hair, and the clothes were blown dry by the wind, that he was about to build a whole poker tower, that you slowly said, "Bijima planned the attack."

Hisoka paused slightly, then continued to pick up the playing cards.

You closed your eyes slightly, and said softly: "I can't run away, otherwise he will definitely follow the trail. He wants to use me to threaten the Moro family, and it is absolutely impossible for me to let me run away."

"Everyone will die by then."

This sentence is like a switch, and he overturns most of the stacked poker towers, and those dark golden pupils suddenly meet your eyes.Even the dullest person can feel the anger in his eyes.

"that's it?"

You can't help but look away, looking into the distance, there are clusters of orange lights flickering in the center of the city: "I know you are not afraid of death."

Pausing slightly, he added, "But I'm afraid."

He stared at you without speaking.

"When you almost died in the trial forest before, I told the maid that no matter what the result is, it is your own choice."

You still vaguely remember the cold mood at that time.

Only then never again.

"But then I want you to live."

You finally moved your gaze back and looked into his eyes, those eyes that used to look at you quietly before are now as cold as ice.

The breeze lingering around seemed to disappear quietly, and the moon also turned out from the thick clouds at some point. You looked up at him slightly, and the eyes seemed to reflect the fine moonlight.

"I'm sorry..."

The fingers placed beside you curled up slightly, your voice was light and ethereal, as if floating in the clouds: "Your life will be decided without authorization."

His eyes suddenly sank.

There was the sound of hard poker cards being vigorously crumpled in his hand.