【Group Cool】Dis Aliter Visum

Kuroro was awakened by a sound, he immediately became more alert, lay motionless on the bed, pretending to be asleep.After a second or two, he finally relaxed. It was just the sound of Kurapika getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. The boy came back soon, his hand seemed to be turning on the coffee machine, and then he walked gently to Kuroro's bed side.

Kurapika stood where he was, and Kuroro wondered what was going on in the boy's mind.The aroma of coffee began to spread, and Kurapika turned his back on his enemy and walked back to the coffee machine.

"Ah, is this cup for me?" Kuroro asked, he didn't open his eyes, but a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are so kind, thank you!"

He heard Kurapika pause, then took two steps forward.

"If you wake up, you should say something." Kurapika said angrily.

He didn't sound angry, but he was a little embarrassed, for no other reason than Kuroro caught his gaze.

"I wanted to see if you would wake me up with a good morning kiss." Kuroro lied.

"Okay." Kurapika said with feigned seriousness, "If I want my first cup of coffee, then I'll give you a good morning kiss first, right? It's really inconvenient."

"I guess since I brought it up, I should kiss you good morning."

"I don't need it." Kurapika retorted immediately.

Kuroro smiled slightly, and he said, "What if I insist?"

"Then I'll insist on pouring the first cup of coffee in the morning over your head." Kurapika said, and the spider boss could hear the smile from his tone.

"Okay," Kuroro said as Kurapika walked back to the bed with a cup of coffee, "I guess you don't need it today."

"There is still tomorrow, the day after tomorrow." Kurapika said, he put Kuroro's coffee on the bedside table, and when he was about to leave, the man on the bed suddenly grabbed his hand, Kurapika hesitated for a while, but He ended up staying and sitting on the edge of the bed.

They looked at each other, Kurapika's gaze seemed to contain a lot of unspeakable words, Kuroro looked impenetrable as usual.In the end, Kurapika couldn't bear the silence in the room, he asked hesitantly, "What's wrong?"

"We should rest today." Kurolo said, "I've been on the road for several months, and I hardly have time to stop. After all, I want to make people in this town feel that my face is familiar, so as not to arouse suspicion. But I wanted to be here most of the day."

"On the bed?" Kurapika asked, he didn't seem to know what he was talking about, the words were innocent and innocent.

Kuroro smiled softly, and Kurapika looked at him suspiciously at first, but a blush stained his cheeks immediately.

"Ah," said Kurapika, looking increasingly embarrassed, "I didn't mean----I didn't----this----"

"In bed," Kuroro repeated, "and read some books, what do you think?"

Covering his face, Kurapika responded softly, "Sounds good." The boy's voice became muffled under his hands.

"Okay." Kuroro said, "If it's decided," he said as he sat up, "Thank you for the coffee, I think your cup has been brewed in the coffee machine."

Kurapika glanced at Kuroro between his fingers and said, "Sometimes, I really, really hate you."

Ah, this feeling is so good, the "hate" that Kurapika refers to is different from the past, it doesn't happen because of hatred, but because of the impatience and embarrassment of being teased by relatives and friends.Kuroro's plan is slowly working, even better than expected, but he won't confess to Kurapika, and Kurapika will only shrink back into his shell when he realizes the meaning behind it.

"I know." Kuroro said lightly.

Kuroro said as he took a sip of coffee, still looking at the boy.Kurapika sighed, got up and poured himself a cup of coffee, they didn't speak after that, Kuroro took a shower while Kurapika drank his second cup of coffee ----- what the suite provided was simply not enough , but they bought some ground coffee, and it worked in the coffee machine ----- and then Kurapika went into the bathroom to freshen up.

Kuroro took out books from the luggage, some for him and some for Kurapika, when Kurapika came out of the bathroom, he picked up the unfinished book and sat on the bed to continue reading.

The morning passed slowly and quietly, and the only sound in the room was the sound of the two turning pages.When Kurapika finished the book in his hands, he picked up the book that the spider leader had left on the table, and went back to the bed and sat down.Kuroro went out around noon, and since Kurapika couldn't go out, he had bought lunch while buying breakfast.

Now Kuroro wanted to make the town aware of him, so he walked over to a hotel restaurant for lunch.He chatted with the waiter, questioned him about the town's collector, Rizzoli, and tricked him into thinking he was an art dealer.He got a lot of information from the waitress. It turned out that she was the housekeeper hired by the collector.

Kuroro had dinner at the same restaurant, hoping to run into the waitress again, but he couldn't see the waitress, who was probably already on her shift.Kuroro ordered a delicious dinner. The price will not be too cheap or expensive. Details are always the most important element to achieve perfection. The success of this theft depends on Kuroro's perfect every step.

After Kurolo finished eating, he walked into an upscale bar, hoping to learn more information from there.He meets some people who will make his plan perfect, Kuroro stays in the bar until 10 o'clock, while lying about his alias to deal with the target mafia.

Kurorobi expected to return to the room at noon, he opened the door quietly, and the lights in the room were turned off, he didn't want to wake Kurapika up if he was sleeping.Kuroro's eyes looked inside the bedroom, and he found that there was no one on the two beds, and the beds disappeared.The spider leader frowned slightly, and scanned the room with his eyes to find anything suspicious, but everything was as it was before he left, except that he couldn't feel Kurapika's presence.

Kuroro unfolded the "circle", but because the bondage he attached to Kurapika made the boy enter a state of extremes, he also couldn't find him, but Kuroro was sure that there was no one else in the room, so he walked in, Turn on the lights after closing the door.

He heard a sound coming from the bathroom, Kurolo turned to the door of the bathroom, his eyes quickly caught something moving in the gap of the door, something was moved behind the door, and then a thin beam of light came through the gap leaked between.The door lock was twisted, and Kurapika glanced at the outside environment from behind the door. After seeing Kuroro, the boy visibly relaxed, and opened the door after placing his things on the counter.

"You came back late," said Kurapika, without blaming him. "I didn't want people to see the light in the room, so I read in the bathroom."

Kuroro looked inside the bathroom, and found that several beds were wrapped into a small nest, and there was a pillow brought in by Kurapika on it, and a few books were stacked beside it.

"It looks so warm." Kuroro said, "Maybe I should sit in with you."

"We need more beds," Kurapika said, walking back to the bathroom. "Even with these sheets and pillows, the bathroom floor is cold and hard."

Kuroro walked in, he glanced at the counter and saw the knife bought for the boy as expected, he found himself happy that the knife was on the counter, Kuroro didn't know where this feeling came from, so He chose to ignore it, and decided to wait until later before continuing to think.

"I met someone after dinner who wanted to introduce Rizzoli to me," Kuroro said to the boy. "Tomorrow afternoon, I'll be at Rizzoli's holiday home. Can I count on you to answer the phone?"

"Of course." Kurapika said reflexively, he picked up the pillow, even if it wasn't directly on the ground, he still patted the dust on it: "I just need to change my voice, right?"

"Yes," Kuroro replied, picking up the bed and dusting it off as well: "And, you know, tell them what a perfect person I am, and how well I know art, and I can even Help Rizzoli sell or buy collectibles."

"It should be easy," Kurapika said. "You do know art and old collectibles, so I don't need to lie."

"And I'm a perfect man." Kuroro added, "Don't forget."

Kurapika snorted at this, "Okay, please move this perfect man aside, you're blocking the door."

Kuroro grinned. He pushed the bed over his shoulders and put his hands on his hips, making sure that Kurapika wouldn't have room to walk out of the bathroom.Kurapika got annoyed, he pouted with a "Are you an idiot?" expression on his face.

"You didn't say 'please,'" teased the spider leader.

"Please move away or I'm going to punch you in this smug, annoying, perfect face."

"So you admit that I look good?" Kuroro couldn't help asking, and he felt endless fun.

"I won't admit anything, move away, or you're going to stand here like an idiot all night?"

"Ah, I want to do other things tonight," Kuroro commented, sounding a bit crude, but it was all worth it to see Kurapika blushing.

"Stupid," the boy said angrily.

The amused Kuroro finally walked out of the tiny bathroom. He walked to Kurapika's bed, randomly folded the bed on top of the bed, and then went back to the luggage bag to take out his clothes, put on his pajamas before taking them The book sat on his bed.Even though he was just teasing the boy, Kuroro really wanted to read and relax.

Kuroro did more spying than planned, and he missed his life alone before Kurapika was caught.Kurapika wasn't a bad traveling companion, he just wanted to be alone for a while, and Kuroro believed the boy thought the same.The two read quietly at night. Although they shared the same room, they both stayed in their own small private space.Kuroro was the first to turn off the lights and go to bed.

He wakes up the next morning to the smell of coffee and Kuroro finds a mug on the bedside table with Kurapika standing next to the coffee machine.It was a nice surprise, and one that Kuroro could surely get used to.He sat up and took the disposable cup from the bedside table.

"Thank you," Kuroro said.

Kurapika glanced at the other person, said, "Don't mention it." Then he pressed the button to turn on the coffee machine: "Good morning."

"Good morning."

Kuroro took a sip, took his book, and he quickly turned to the page he hadn't finished reading.After turning off the coffee machine, Kurapika picked up the cup, walked back to the bed, and was as intoxicated by the content of the book as Kuroro.

At about 10 o'clock, the spider boss and Kurapika finally woke up, he took a shower, ate melon bread and coffee for breakfast, it felt good not to have to rush to do anything.At noon, Kurolo went out to have lunch, and then met with the businessman who promised to meet with their target—Rizzoli. Everything was fine and everything was according to plan.

Rizzoli is an old, grizzled man who looks like a shriveled sour apple.He came in accompanied by four bodyguards. His short stature could not deceive Crollo. Rizzoli was a powerful old man, not to say that he had a strong mind ability, but that he had a relationship with politics and crime. Connection made him scary.

Rizzoli lived a long time, and he definitely didn't grow up in a life of comfort and leisure, and Kuroro knew it would be very difficult to trick the old man, but, if Kurapika did his job well, they should be able to do it.

They chatted all afternoon, discussing collections that were being sold, and buying ancient artifacts that had recently appeared in the world.Youkexin City was not his only goal. Kuroro had made full preparations, talking about the value of different collections, until he saw Rizzoli and felt at ease, then the most difficult part to deal with.

"I heard that you have several treasures, Mr. Rizzoli." Kurolo was invited by the host to have dinner, and he said after dinner: "I am particularly curious about Rimbault paintings and Thundro vases. Bought these two collections 20 years ago, do you still own them?"

"They're not for sale," Rizzoli said.

"Oh, I know." Kurolo assured him: "I just want to see them. I don't have the relative financial resources to own them, but I love these collections from the bottom of my heart. If you are willing to let me see them with my own eyes, I will Would be very grateful. I just wanted to take a look and I'm sure you know the feeling."

"Ah." Rizzoli leaned on the back of the chair, he lit a cigar, and the smell of nicotine being ignited filled the whole room: "Yes, I do know this feeling, even if I can't own those collections, it's still depressing I can’t control my heart. Sometimes I travel far just to stay in the museum and look at the paintings and sculptures.”

As he spoke, he took a puff on his cigar, and Rizzoli opened his eyes half-closed, watching Kuroro's face carefully.After a while, someone walked into the room, and he said "sorry," before leaning over to whisper in Rizzoli's ear.Kuroro folded his hands subconsciously, and if Kurapika went well, Rizzoli would agree to take him into his basement, where his most valuable collection was stored.

Rizzoli nodded slowly three times, and after listening for a while, motioned for the man to leave. He nodded to the guard closest to him, and then looked back at the spider leader.

"Fine," he said, "I'll take you into my vault, but you know I won't leave you alone."

"Of course." Kuroro nodded and replied, "Thank you very much."

With another nod, Rizzoli's assistant helped him to his feet.They led Kuroro through a gorgeous corridor until they reached a large elevator comparable to a sky-high hotel elevator.The elevator took them down, and after passing through a wide lobby, Kuroro finally arrived at a place that looked like an exhibition hall.

Then, a group of guards with cold appearance surrounded Kuroro. He stood in the crowd and looked at the guards in front of him.Ah, well, it would be nice if Kuroro's plan would go well, but none of the bodyguards here seem to be as strong as the spider leader.

Rizzoli started laughing, his back turned to Kurolo, his laughter sounded soft and dry, with an ominous tinge in it.Rizzoli turned and looked up at the spider leader.

"You're younger than I thought," he commented.

Kurolo looked at Rizzoli, but his attention was still on the bodyguard hired by the old man.They were still surrounding Kuroro, and the reason those people were still breathing was that Kurapika would smell blood from the leader of the spider, and he didn't want to disappoint the boy when Kurapika started to open himself up completely.This group of bodyguards looked formidable, but only two of them could barely use their telekinetic abilities, and it was very easy to defeat them.

"I don't understand you, Monsieur Rizzoli," Kurolo said, still maintaining his role.

Rizzoli's cane thumped on the wooden floor, clearly disapproving of Kuroro's feigned stupidity: "Whether you're young or not, you've still invaded my place, and I'll teach you how to get out of here I will end up stealing things here.”

Rizzoli's words were interrupted by the ringing of the phone. He clicked his tongue impatiently, took out the phone from his pocket and looked at the screen. Rizzoli answered the phone and said, "What's the matter?"

Kuroro looked around the room again, and he saw the pair of fiery red eyes, just in front of the far wall, and around him were surrounded by fourteen guards with weapons, those people would be there the moment they opened their eyes. Killed by Kuroro, but he still has to abide by the stupid agreement with Kurapika.

Kuroro has a way to defend himself. He can knock everyone out here, then take out the convenience wrap, steal the red eye and run away immediately.

"Humph..." Rizzoli finally spoke, and he looked at Kurolo again. "Hey, that blond boy." He said, "Is he important to you?"

Kuroro's blood instantly turned cold, and then boiled. He narrowed his eyes as dark as midnight, his face became very gloomy, and he stared closely at Rizzoli in front of him.

Rizzoli grinned, but there was nothing in it: "He is, huh?" Then he picked up the phone and said, "Do it." Then hung up.

However, he never had the chance to take the phone away.

TBC

Kurapika: Hey...you've already tried hard to persuade me, Lao Gong, not to kill people, why are you guys so skinny?

Kurolo: (on the way to rescue his wife)