[Comprehensive] After leaving Yokohama, I joined Xiongying

After a long time, Itachi almost forgot about this childhood experience.

Although he seems to be born different from most children, the boy who can even remember clearly the words of his mother who was still in his infancy, when recalling this indiscriminate disaster when he was about ten years old, what he thinks of is that even in [outside] Illusionists are extremely rare in this world, and there is nothing left of the rest.

After all, a person's life is very long. Occasionally he would comfort himself like this, just like the memory of eating Baijiafan when he was young is gradually becoming blurred with the passage of time, and the experience of growing up will become blurred Not a big deal either.

But for the current Itachi, the man he is facing is indeed a very important thing that deserves to be treated with caution.

Finding a place worthy of their peace of mind is obviously easy for mesmers.

Whether it is a magnificent mansion or a deserted deserted garden, as long as it is under their control, it is enough to make people feel at ease.

This is not alarmist. A first-class illusionist can even raise tall buildings, deserted volcanoes out of thin air with just a wave of his hand.

Maejima Eagle is not a first-class illusionist as in the legend, but he can cover up the activities of a small organization by himself, so he cannot be said to be a low-level illusionist.

Not to mention that there is also a saying in the other world, which says "there are no poor illusionists."

Mr. Illusionist, whose strength can only be regarded as medium, maintained the usual delicate and frail character of the illusionist. After walking a few steps with Itachi on his back, he stopped panting. Rest in an absolutely safe environment.

Normally, he would have given up carrying himself and turned to controlling others to let him enter the tiger's mouth, but he was concerned that the boy named "Itachi" was still half an illusionist—well, he just had illusion powers. Ability, or personality, but this also means that the boy's spiritual strength must be far beyond ordinary people.If you use illusion, you may break through his confinement at any time.

Although it made him seem to be cheap, Maejima Eagle chose to carry it by himself in line with the principle of being cautious if not afraid of ten thousand.

Although the two men who had to cast aside their companions during the transportation were so weak that they overturned the car halfway.

If he hadn't planned to have his companion knock himself down in the middle of the vehicle where he could grasp the dynamics of the entire vehicle, he would not have seen the scene where the kid in his hand used his eyes to see through his illusion.

——This is probably a blessing in disguise.

Talking in his heart all the way down, Maejima Eagle found that he seemed to be lost in the woods, which was not too big, it was already more than ten minutes later.

After realizing this, he stopped in doubt, and the silence around him became more apparent because of his stillness.

It was dusk at this time, and the dim sunlight left only a glimmer of light in the sky, and there was only less light shining into the forest.

Wisps of light shone in from between the forest leaves, and the dim sunlight produced a cool dark green color. Maejima vulture suddenly forgot how he came to this grassland.

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, but he seems to have heard a crow chirping.

He took a step back hastily, but the movement in his ears clearly showed that this was not his illusion. The crows that were accustomed to living in the woods were getting closer and closer, so he only had to take a look deep into the woods , you can see that these blacks bring out a phantom.

Then the black phantoms entangled together, whistling out from the dark depths like a storm.

"Go-go-"

Maejima Eagle didn't know when he dropped the little devil in his hand, he waved his hands to drive away the crows that rushed towards him when he saw him, and finally drove them away after being pecked several times.

He sat down on a rock.

Then the scene in front of him changed, and he carried a kid on his back and ran among the endless trees.

He stopped, panting heavily.

He heard the crow's voice.

He began to fend off the crows that were flying towards him.

He started running again.

He felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar, but he didn't know where it was.

But subconsciously, he wanted to confirm that the important cargo——whether the little devil he was carrying really existed on his shoulders.

So the man turned his head, and met the black-haired boy's pair of red eyes that opened at some time.

——Eh, wait a minute.

Losing the ability to think, the man formerly known as Maejima Eagle suddenly thought, didn't he stop because he couldn't walk a long time ago?

"The so-called illusionists are a group of scary guys."

The young man who said this sat on the container, stretched out a finger and said solemnly, "The so-called imaginary is both real and imaginary, which is the principle these guys believe in."

Leaning on the container with his hands in his pockets, the boy who was so bored kicking the ground let out a haha.

"That is to say, when dealing with this group of people, it is difficult for most people to distinguish whether what they show is real or fake. show it to the audience.”

"... Isn't this just like you." Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but said after thinking about it.

These words seemed to greatly please the young man sitting above him, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Zhong Yuan also frowned: "Hey!"

"You really think highly of me," the boy who lost his head laughing waved his hands, hahaha for some reason.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt the familiar feeling of depression even though he didn't do anything.

Without even thinking about it, he kicked the container beside him.

The laughter stopped.

Depression also disappeared.

Well, sure enough, no matter how something goes wrong, just give Dazai a meal first.

The young man who was nominally the partner of the boy named Dazai thought contentedly, not forgetting to destroy the residual value of the poor partner: "When will we start working, Dazai."

"Come on, come on," the boy sitting on the container put his hand on his forehead and made a gazing gesture. When he saw something, his eyes lit up, and even the corners of his lips curled up.

"Isn't this here?" He turned his face sideways, the golden sunlight cast a thin twilight on the young man's face, even this guy who was so dark to the bone forcibly exaggerated a gentle temperament.

Gentle but dangerous.

At the end of this line of sight, a red tram came staggeringly and stopped not far from the abandoned port.

Itachi rearranged himself before looking at the man who snatched him away.

His original disguise was completely gone, only the colored tattoos on his hands were left with a slight resemblance to the disguised man.

Itachi paused when he saw this tattoo, as a person who tried to sneak into Hong Kong gangsters and took their written test (the ghost knows why there is such a thing in a mafia organization, just like the ghost knows why they still have interviews) Man, Itachi thinks he knows something about [tattoos].

For example, the tattoo on this man's body, although only the two parts of his arms are exposed, but under the cover of the clothes, there must be a quite beautiful and complete pattern.

It's good workmanship.

He thought silently, and suddenly squatted down following the instructions of his subconscious mind.

The man who should theoretically be trapped by his illusion stood behind him grinning, and laughed condescendingly when Itachi turned his head.

"It's pretty." The man named Maeshima Whistle laughed.

He looked about 50 or [-] years old without the camouflage. He was wearing a suit that was not considered elegant, with long sleeves covering his body, and the green was winding all the way to the back of his fingers.

He was standing right behind Itachi, he didn't catch the Itachi who was out of control, and he didn't get angry, his whole person was in a state of tranquility.

Itachi stood up silently, "It's an excellent skill."

He answered cautiously.

Maejima laughed out loud at this answer.

"I feel so too."

While saying this, the [Maejima Vulture] who had closed his eyes and fell into a hallucination turned into dust and slowly disappeared, and Maejima here lifted up his sleeves, revealing more colors.

"This is the work of my 15-year-old daughter." He said, "It can be called a good work only after the work has been repaired after the craftsmanship has improved."

The blue, red and black tattoos hovered on the man's strong arms, winding out a strange color.

Itachi tilted his head, quietly waiting for the man's next words.

"Maybe it's because she's dissatisfied with leaving such a clumsy work on her father's body. That child keeps saying that she wants to re-tattoo me."

"But things are impermanent, and now she can't do it."

Itachi lowered his hands and closed his eyes, "Is this why you are involved in human trafficking?"

"Hahaha, you guessed it," Maejima smiled innocently, "I can't help it, I'm a poor tattooed person and I don't have any spare money, so I can only borrow some money to pay for my daughter's medical bills."

Although it is to borrow the lives of those innocent lambs who have nothing to do with him.

But Maeshima didn't feel any discomfort about it. He laughed, and there was even a hint of innocence on the face of a man in his 40s.

"I have a question." Itachi tilted his head and asked, "Why did you take me away alone?"

Even if he likes his characteristics as an illusionist, it doesn't matter as long as he takes all the people in that tram away.But in fact it was the man who gave up dozens of people only to take him away.

The man's face was gloomy for a moment, but he returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

He squatted down, but he didn't look directly at Itachi.

"My daughter, what is lacking is organs." He said, "What I am doing now actually involves organ trafficking."

"I once heard a rumor that there was an illusionist who lost most of the internal organs of his body, and finally used illusion to make his body 'think' that those organs still existed and functioned normally." The innocence emerged again, "So I thought, maybe if I take you back, I won't have to let other girls lose their organs, and my daughter can wake up again."

He sincerely extended his hand to Itachi, "How about it, do you want to come?"

The answer to him was silence.

But the man never looked up.

"Then I can't help it," he scratched his head, "but I won't look up... Am I an idiot if I know that your way of using your personality is to look at it with your eyes?"

The man who said this stretched out his hand and rushed towards him, stabbing the boy who couldn't avoid it firmly.

And at this very second, the figure of the black-haired boy in his arms turned into countless crows and flew away.Maeshima staggered and stood up in a panic, the sound of crows echoed in his ears from nowhere.

Illusions have been around since a long time ago.

——This is the only answer.

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