[Comprehensive] Judging people by their appearance

"In this business, who doesn't bet on their lives, once they have something to do with their lives, what morality and promises..."

"You didn't sign the contract, you have nothing to lose..."

"It's not just me, most of them don't want to trade with you anymore."

"Vongola? So you're not stupid. If you offended Pengoli, even if they don't pursue it, no one will dare to take care of your business anymore..."

"They are all doing things for others, you should understand, little girl."

The afterglow of the evening faded, and the darkness shrouded.

The feasting lights, the confused colors and the smell of alcohol in the air make people dizzy, the cramped backstreets of bars, cursing drunks hooking up with scantily clad street girls wandering past, the day has just passed It was raining, the street was damp with a stuffy smell, the door with the yellow light opened softly, as if the prosperity and decay in another world had passed through the shady street in an instant, and when the door was closed again, you could only hear the noise from the other side of the street. Occasional passing cars honking.

It took only a week from the time when the business received soft hands to when no one cared about it.

For a killer who made a living out of this, he was undoubtedly pushed into a corner.

The difference is that ordinary killers are for money, while Chiba is for information.

But if the so-called information is nothing more than a hopeless goal, Chiba, who has been searching for months in this last stop in Italy, should also understand that in this world, her trip is probably fruitless again.

But before the last day, Chiba didn't want to simply give up.

Those people are not the only ones who are willing to do business with Chiba.

The mafia is not all Vengley's forces.

Warm blood dripped down the fingers onto the wet bluestone slab, wiped it off carefully, and threw the facial tissue into the trash can beside the door.

There is nothing unusual about infighting between mafias.

"The rest of the commission has been deposited into your account, and there is another surprise."

What else can surprise Chiba now?

Leaving that street, Chiba put on a coat and hat, her long hair was gathered in the hat, leaving only a pale and delicate chin, and tight light-colored lips.

She was carrying a big easel behind her shoulders, and it was after eight o'clock in the evening, and the commercial street was full of couples or friends who came out for a walk. The first time the door was opened and closed, the sweet scent gradually rushed into the noses of passers-by.

Chiba also stopped, watching the waiter put the freshly made cheese buns in the display cabinet through the window.

"Welcome~ Does the guest need anything?"

Qianye stretched out her fingers seriously, quickly clicked on this, this and that, and said in a brisk tone, "Two of each!"

"Your cheese bag, welcome to visit next time~"

The baked yellowish skin, the soft and delicate inner layer, and the light yellow cheese that glows in the moonlight slowly flow out from the interlayer.

Holding an oversized cheese bun in both hands, the girl resting alone on a chair in the park whimpered in contentment, her delicate eyebrows faded from condensation and stretched out, her eyes half-closed, the blue eyes that seemed to flow under the moonlight Hitomi, a girl exuding a pleasant aura all over her body, came from just an ordinary cheese bun.

When Tsunayoshi Zetian found Chiba, what he saw was a quiet girl like a little squirrel eating sweets. The quiet night slowly stroked the delicate face of the chestnut-haired girl. Her appearance was not familiar, but Zetian Tsuna can always find in her the little habits hidden under this body and belonging to that soul.

Countless dreams, countless memories belonging to another self, every detail, every word is as clear and natural as the dew in the morning and the sunshine in the day.

Sawada Tsunayoshi did not hide himself, so Chiba quickly found him. She slowly licked her lips stained with cheese, subconsciously stuffed the remaining sweets into the painting box, and then looked at Yue Yue as if nothing had happened. Tsunayoshi Sawada getting closer.

Pretending not to see Qianye's small movements, Tsuna came to Qianye's side and sat down, "Why didn't you go back so late?"

She still smelled of cheese, Qianye said: "There is a mission."

"I thought it was because I was at your house that you didn't want to go back."

Tsuna said with a chuckle, a few people walking by occasionally in the park, a mature man in a black suit on the seat, and a delicate and pretty girl, it is easy to think of a less pure relationship.

In particular, the man's brown eyes are full of exploration and concern that cannot be ignored.

Chiba is not the ignorant child at the beginning, Sawada Tsunayoshi did not suppress and hide, Chiba can easily see.

But he was different from the mafia leader in Qianye's memory.

He was the boy who was angered innocently by Qianye, and Qianye could almost imagine how that cowardly boy spent those dreams full of despair and terror after her revenge.

Even Bai Lan and Chiba in the parallel space can be treated separately, why is he always angry with Sawada Tsunayoshi in the parallel space.

When time has wiped away the initial fear, Chiba occasionally feels that she was too restless when she thinks back.

Chiba also couldn't figure out how her current appearance reminded Tsunayoshi Sawada of that fragile and poor Enid, even her appearance was different.

"It's a temporary mission." Chiba didn't want to explain too much, because she really didn't want to go back because she had Tsunayoshi Sawada at home.

Why does a mafia leader always like to run to that crappy house?

Does he still want to use power to control her like another Sawada Tsunayoshi?Thinking of those rubbish perfunctory words in the bar, Qianye's originally gloomy expression because the sweets were still bright, suddenly got up, picked up the painting box, turned around and left.

She was angry.

Although Tsunayoshi Sawada was surprised, it was also expected.

Chiba walked in front, and Tsunayoshi Sawada followed her at a distance of half a meter.

Chiba frowned, ignoring the two people's respectful greetings to Sawada Tsunayoshi, and put the painting box on the ground.

"Mr. Zetian is not afraid that I will kill you again?"

"I don't think there is any grievance between us. Could it be that you, Qianye, have received a mission about me?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi said softly, not annoyed by Chiba's rude attitude.

Qianye's expression became even more strange, with a childish face, no matter how coldly he spoke, the soft voice always gave people a sense of sight that a cat was talking.

"An hour ago, I killed an important member of Pengelie's subordinate family."

The little girl looked like a little animal with fried fur, eagerly chasing the human out.

Tsunayoshi Sawada was very clear about Chiba's movements, but to prevent the little girl from misunderstanding something, Tsunayoshi Sawada still made a surprised expression, and then frowned.

"You should be able to feel the smell of blood on my body, no matter how many times I wash it, no matter how many clothes I change, it's like the smell soaked in blood, the breath soaked in bones, the breath that even the soul can't get rid of,"

Chiba's gaze was calm, the dim lights of the old house turned into a fragile bright color imprinted in those green pupils, flickering on and off, like candles flickering in the wind.

She is not exactly the same as Enid. In addition to the breathtaking clear light in her eyes, there is also a dark shadow behind the light. Tsunayoshi Sawada realizes this at this moment.

But no matter how it changes, the essence remains the same.

Without exception, Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart becomes more like an ordinary person, soft, compassionate, guilty, and unspeakable feelings.

It's like Stockholm syndrome, and I have an undue affection for the heroine in the dream that has tortured me for several years.

Tsunayoshi Sawada sighed softly, "I know, you are just a knife for killing people, and Peng Lie will only pursue the person who uses that knife, Chiba, you don't have to reject me so much."

The little girl pursed her lips and looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi without speaking.

What a pity.

Sawada Tsunayoshi wanted to touch her, but he could avoid being hated even more, and forced himself not to touch her.

"Rest well, I'll come see you tomorrow."

"I will not join Vengley."

Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled, "You will."

After leaving the house, Tsunayoshi Sawada closed the door intimately, and walked down the street, feeling an unprecedentedly gloomy and heavy mood.

But on the bright side, at least he is better than his other self.

He avoided fate and did not get along with Qianye with such a tragic beginning.

As long as Chiba is still in Italy, Tsunayoshi Sawada will always have a chance.

In the early morning of the second day, someone knocked on the door, but when the door was opened, there was no one else except a document on the ground.

Chiba opened the file, and the content of the file was a surprise specially given to her by Chiba's employer last night.

The person Chiba is looking for is very simple. He has white hair, is good at swords, and is very strong.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that Chiba's employer happened to know a white-haired man who was also good at using swords and was known as a swordsman.

"Hey! What time is this, do you still have the mind to have a big meal here?!"

The waiter who was serving food snarled violently and slid his hand, watching in horror that the bottle of wine was about to fall to the ground, but was finally caught firmly by a hand, and the owner of that hand bit off the mouth of the bottle simply and neatly. With a distorted expression, he grabbed a man by his collar and poured wine on his head.

"Squalo, you are too exaggerated. Isn't it just a family of shrimps? Is it necessary to mobilize so many people?"

"Hahaha, I can destroy them all by myself!"

"I was tortured by boos yesterday and didn't eat all day. Now I finally came out. If I don't eat anymore, I won't have the energy to fight!"

Lusilia twirled the knife with her fingers, her strange gaze passed over the panicked waiter, and she snorted softly: "I hope this time's goal can surprise me a bit, don't end the curtain before lunch is digested~~"

The people on the side were "lively" bickering, and Fran was eating intently, with a blank expression on his face, and his movements were fast and steady. After a while, several plates were empty in front of him.

As soon as Bell turned around, he found that Fran had forked away the things on his plate, and the veins on his forehead were bulging: "Damn frog! Eat your own food!"

"Hey? Senior idiot found out?"

"What the hell is your surprised tone! Spit it out! That's the meat I managed to snatch from Levi!!"

Levi stared at his plate and said seriously, "My meat!"

"asshole!"

"Obviously it was the idiot senior who was immersed in the cartoon and couldn't extricate himself from giving me the opportunity..."

"That's not a cartoon! It's not a cartoon!"

"Oh."

"Asshole! Asshole!"

Squalo suddenly covered his face, and the background of his whole person turned into a rainy haze. Ignoring the people who suddenly started fighting for food, he pushed open the door with difficulty and went out. He wanted to stay away from this group of retarded people.

He was afraid of staying any longer, and he couldn't help sharpening his knife and raving at the cattle and sheep.

Those pigs!

Squalo leaned against the wall of the corridor, the bright and gorgeous lights illuminated that depressed face, the black Balian costume wrapped his explosive body, and the long white hair covered half of Squalo's eyes.

In addition to the noise of the group of pigs behind the door, gradually, light footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Squalo is an excellent swordsman.

The sound of a person's footsteps can tell a lot.

The person who came was a killer, and the target was him.

Squalo became alert for a moment, subconsciously pressed his fingers on the scabbard, his sharp eyes swept over, and unexpectedly, even unsuspectingly, slammed into a pair of curious and immature eyes.

It was a child.

Judging by Squalo's limited eyesight.

Probably no older than 14.

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The author is happy to receive a deep water torpedo for the first time qaq~!Thank you little angel!Manual comparison~