When the fake Marysu wears Kurolo

Neil woke up from the darkness, and the sudden bright light cast down, he squinted uncomfortably, his foggy eyes looked upwards, and a dirty little face was looking at him in astonishment.

The other party was holding a wooden stick in his hand, the top was sharpened, and it was stained with a little dark red. It was obvious that it had been stabbed into another person's body not long ago.

Disappointment flashed in his eyes, he looked at this pretty little boy who seemed to have not reacted, licked his lips, and greeted his companion: "Hey, here, see what I found?"

As the footsteps approached, another head poked over, looked at Neil's clothes, and his eyeballs rolled around: "It looks like he just came in from the outside."

"You said we can sell him to Old Jack, how many days' worth of food and water can we get?" The former child was a little excited: "That's what he does, we can send him to those big shots and get good rewards! "

"Who knows, maybe we can try?" another kid eagerly tried.

"Where is this place? Who are you?" Neil asked with a vigilant face, crying.

"This is Meteor Street." The child standing in front of Neil put the tip of the stick on Neil's neck: "You are my property now, so be obedient."

"Then... which area is this?" Neil seemed even more afraid.

"This is the Ninth District...how do you know the division of Meteor Street?" The child's complacent face froze, Neil looked at him silently, reached out and grabbed the wooden stick, restraining his movements, and A hand hooked his neck, pulled it closer, and gave the opponent a knee bump on his soft abdomen. When he was convulsed with pain, he pulled it hard with his hand, and with a "click", his fragile body was broken. neck, no sound.

Neil stood up from the rubbish, picked up the wooden stick next to the corpse, and glanced at another child who had already seen the situation and abandoned his companions. He swung it hard, and the wooden stick flew forward like an arrow leaving , inserted | into the chest of the other party.

"Amount..." The escaped man lowered his head to see the murder weapon protruding from his body, made an unintelligible sound, and fell down.

Neil was very calm. He scanned his surroundings, chose a direction, stepped forward, and his figure gradually faded away.

"Hey, I heard Hisoka call you Xiaoyi, can I call you that too?" Wendy moved closer, ignoring the strange aura on Yiermi, trying to put her close, looking at the other party's dull eyes When he came, he had a big smile on his face.

"Yilmi beat the enemy." Yiermi's voice was steady and unwavering. He turned his face away, sat quietly again, and stared at the front, as if he had entered another world that only he knew.

Wendy, who received the meaning revealed in the other party's words, changed her name resentfully: "So, Il fan?"

He persisted in interrupting the other party: "Are you a detective? It's like the picture on TV that helps your wife secretly take photos of her cheating husband. As long as you have money, you can talk about anything?"

Il looked at him faintly, and Wendy felt a chill rise up his spine. He touched his arm covered with goosebumps and smirked.

"No, I'm a killer." Yi Er said succinctly.

Wendy's eyes lit up: "A professional killer like Leon?"

"Who is that?" Yi Ermi tilted his head.

"That killer is not too cold, haven't you seen it? In the new movie that came out recently, the male protagonist Leon has a potted friend who saved the female protagonist Matilda, and finally fell in love with her~" Wendy said briefly with interest. Introduced the classic movie in which the transmigrated person moved from the real world to the screen of the hunter world.

"Killers have no friends and no love." Yier Fan seemed to be telling a truth.

"Hey, how could this be!" Wendy complained with her eyes wide open.

Yi Ermi looked over as if he was looking at a vexatious snake.Even Wendy couldn't help wondering if she really said something wrong.

"Ahaha, it's okay~" Wendy felt that she should correct the mistaken killer view of Yier fans: "Friends can be cultivated, just like you and Hisoka, love can also come from friendship. , just like you and Hisoka~"

Oops, it seems that something terrible has happened.Wendy blinked, turned around and fled in the stagnant atmosphere: "Well, I'm going to the bathroom!"

"Hello, Arnold!" Neil stepped into the cabin, and smiled shyly at the man sitting behind the table, like an introverted boy who met a stranger for the first time.

A man named Arnold has long, smooth silver hair. He rests his right hand on the table, rests his chin, and holds a lighted cigarette between the fingers of his left hand. He glances at Neil, picks up the cigarette, and deeply He took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

He turned his face, the monocle on the left eye reflected light, the thin gold chain around the ear dangled, his right eye was lifeless like a cheap glass bead, but the left eye through the lens was sharp like a spatula.

"It's really a familiar opening line. Your name, boy, and recommender." The abbot of Shaolin, born in the 21s, covered every area in Meteor Street. According to the information revealed, his idol is Rinya Orihara, a forever [-]-year-old Shinjuku intelligence dealer.

Neil smiled sheepishly: "My name is Neil, and the recommender is Kurolo Lucilu."

The cigarette in Arnold's hand dropped, he twitched the corner of his mouth, and looked at the little boy in front of him carefully again, trying not to miss any detail, Neil smiled obediently at him.

Arnold shuddered abruptly: "I just said, why does it feel so strange? Didn't that kid walk into my store for the first time with such a harmless appearance like you, and his pretentious skills have already broken through the sky. "

He jumped out from behind the table, sat on the table, crossed his legs, and said hastily: "This is really good information, tell me, boy, what is your relationship with Kuroro, look at your appearance... "

He stretched out his hand, stroked Neil's chin, and lingered on Neil's face.

Arnold smiled evilly, and countless scripts were constructed in his mind in an instant.

"Is this..." Neil's eyes wandered for a while, and he thought for a while with some tangled thoughts: "It's really hard to say about my relationship with him... Maybe you can ask him in person?"

"Hey, that's not okay, what if you lied to me?" Arnold restrained his expression: "I have never heard from him before, and I am also very distressed if you come to the door so rashly, okay? good?"

"Then how can I prove it?" Neil pursed his lower lip, a little uneasy.

Arnold was silent for a while, and suddenly chuckled: "Is this really good? You look like a newcomer who just came to Meteor Street not long ago."

Neil raised his head and looked at him with some surprise.

"You can come to my house safe and sound, and there is no trace of a fight on your body." Arnold lit a cigarette again, and he seemed to relax a little amidst the smoke: "You really are with that guy Kurolo. In other words, pretending to be pure is simply a skill that comes with you from birth.”

"Hmph~ You don't have to hide it anymore!" Arnold cast a cold and noble glance at Neil, who was full of question marks: "You are the son of Chrollo Rusilu! Was it accidentally left behind by that guy? Seed? Well, come to find Dad?"

Neil smiled quietly and steadily.

"I don't know why I have a bad premonition." Arnold looked around, and the warning lights lit up in his mind.

"Then can I ask the handsome and wise Mr. Arnold to bring my romantic and ruthless father, Kurolo Roussillo, to see me?" Neil spit out each word gently.

"Of course!" Arnold put his hands on the table and jumped off the ground. With a flushed face, he walked up to Neil with big strides, rubbed his smooth black hair, and his voice trembled with excitement. , Comfortingly said: "Ah, Neil-chan will rest here for a while."

He slid his right hand to the back of Neil's head, and pressed hard on a specific acupuncture point. Before Neil could react, he fell into the arms of the person in front of him.

"Sure enough, those people's gossip is the most interesting!" Arnold put away all abnormal reactions. He took off the monocle on his left eye, wiped the lens, and raised his head. The deep red left eye was dark and gloomy. Thick blood and blood rolled in it, like a suffocating sea.

"Take care of him until I come back." Arnold stepped out of the room for the first time in half a year, instructing his subordinates who appeared in the room at some point.

Yi Ermi sat quietly on the chair, his posture was correct, and his eyes were closed.

It had been 5 minutes since Wendy left his sight, and Ilmi stood up. He had planted a "nail" on Wendy quietly when he was talking to him, and it was manifested by the power of thought. It can not only locate the opponent, but even confuse the opponent in an instant, or even bring down the opponent, his latest invention.

But now "Nail" told himself that Wendy was inside, but his intuition felt something was wrong.

He strode forward and slammed the door open.

"Lingling~" The bell rang loudly, and a beautifully crafted straw man was tied to the wide open window, and a big smiling face was painted on its tender green face, with just three strokes, simple and pure.Under its body is tied a large copper-yellow bell and a long card that flutters in the wind.

Yi Ermi reached out to grab the card, the handwriting on it was sharp and chic, with a demeanor completely different from Wendy's.

"When we meet for the first time, you can call me Jiang Ziya!"