When the fake Marysu wears Kurolo

"Be quiet." Kuroro turned around, and the words seemed to have special magic power: "Grey."

Arnold stopped screaming for a moment, he put down his waving hands, took off his monocle, stared at Kuroro with his dark red left eye, and said in a frivolous tone: "Oh, look who is this?"

"I'm so glad to see you again instead of that impostor!" As if he was a different person, the madness and nervousness just faded away, Arnold turned sideways gracefully, his whole body was full of grace, like a gentleman: "No more You, I don’t even have time to come out~”

"Maybe you pampered him too much, Gray." Kuroro looked over lightly.

"No, you should know. He was created by me to cope with this boring world. Oh~" Arnold said with a distressed expression: "He is a personality born from my body. I shaped him with my own hands. A little pampering is nothing .”

"I thought you would be disappointed with him." Kuroro blinked in surprise: "After all, you wanted to have a gentle and wise second personality from the beginning."

"Like you?" Arnold, no, it should be said that Gray spread his hands: "Sorry, I was too naive at that time, and I never understood the cruelty of people's hearts."

"Hidden under the skin of your lamb is a self-willed and cruel heart." Gray lowered his head, took off his right eyeball, looked at the empty eye socket, very permeating: "I guess you don't want to let yourself go back Was it known to others?"

"You even want everyone to see you as the imposter?" Gray rolled his eyes, "You're so cautious, Kurolo, who are you deceiving?"

"You must have thought about killing me just like that." Gray smiled lightly, mocking Joy: "It's a pity that you don't even have the slightest chance of making him look here. You are trying to avoid abnormalities in Meteor Street, especially those like My network of connections spreads over all intelligence dealers."

"Maybe I think I already know your opponent." Gray's voice was soft and silky: "President Nitero of the Hunter Association, vice-chairman Gian Andre, son Pariston who failed to compete for the vice-chairman, or It's Kim Fraser..."

After a while, he turned his eyes away from Kuroro's face dejectedly: "You really never, never leave a flaw."

"You haven't changed either. Gray, you've always tried to be omniscient." Kuroro raised his eyebrows: "Maybe this is another real reason why you are obsessed with gossip."

Gray raised his right index finger, and his right eye stood out on his fingertips: "Information dealers are always neutral, as long as whoever pays the starting price, I can give him any information."

"This is what I saw and heard today. You know, I already have three eyeballs from the storage room." Gray carefully looked at the eyeball that had just been removed from the socket, and said with some regret: "Really Unfortunately, it will be absent today.”

He took a breath, his eyeballs melted, and passed away with the wind.

Facing Kuroro's gaze, he shrugged and showed a playful smile: "Sometimes people die because they know too much, and there are many ways to replace a person, just like you..."

He curled his lips and motioned to Kurolo: "And as an information dealer, I have a deep understanding of the way of balance, so I came out to talk to you in person."

"Kurolo, no one knows your methods better than me." He was silent for a while: "I have always been terrified and terrified."

"I really want to know what you have done." Aihara Ryoko walked behind Kuroro. She changed into a long dress covered with flowers, her long hair was tied into a bun, and she smiled showing two shallow dimples. The person is pure and sweet: "Look at him, I'm afraid he was woken up several times by you at night."

"You said that he would go to create a second personality by himself, so it's your credit, right?" Aihara Ryoko muttered, guessing maliciously.

Kuroro glanced at Ryoko Aihara's completely inappropriate appearance on Meteor Street: "Did you change clothes on purpose?"

"Meeting you for the first time~" Aihara Ryoko smiled slyly: "As the new number four in the brigade, I very much hope to collect the expressions on their faces when I introduce myself."

Hisoka sang his own Apple song, stepped on high heels, and wandered on Meteor Street. He came to Arnold's intelligence room, stopped the flipping trump card in his hand, and whistled: "I found you~"

"Today is really a special day, Hisoka." Arnold turned the seat, revealed the front, and looked at Hisoka who pushed the door in. He took a deep breath with the cigarette in his hand, with an intoxicated expression.

"Oh~" Hisoka sat sideways on the table familiarly: "What's the good thing?"

"You must be very interested!" Arnold blinked mysteriously: "You just missed it, Hisoka. A quarter of an hour ago, Kurolo Rushiru just left here, and he didn't bring his team members with him."

"Oh~" Hisoka elongated his tone indifferently, and asked casually, "So what? Arnold."

"It's so strange, Hisoka!" Arnold's eyes glowed: "Something must have happened to you! I never imagined that you gave up chasing Kurolo!"

"Did you take the wrong medicine?" Arnold pressed with gusto, though it was more like sarcasm.

"I threw a kitten named Neil into Meteor Street three days ago." Hisoka chuckled indifferently: "Maybe he got lost and couldn't find his way home, so I I had no choice but to come and meet him in person.”

"Tell me where he is, Arnold." Hisoka opened his eyes, the golden pupils were like a beast staring at its prey.

"No, I've never heard of such a person." Arnold thought for a moment and replied with certainty.

"This is difficult." Hisoka frowned, and he looked straight at Arnold: "Maybe you should call Gray out, let's have a good chat."

"There's no need for this at all!" Arnold said in horror, like a threatened chick, "You know, I use the same brain as him, and we store all the information in categories, so I never I don’t need any paper or U disk to store information, my brain is the only information repository, and it is never locked for me and him, so if you ask him again, you will only get the same answer!”

"You are different." Hisoka licked his lips, and he said a sentence in a cadence: "It's completely different!"

"Grey?" Hisoka threw away the cards in his hand and pounced on it, like a cheetah looking for food, his every move was full of swift and explosive power, his right hand clenched Arnold's neck, and moved close to his body, like a lover: "Tell me, my sweet Neil, where is it?"

Gray, who came out twice a day, was a little helpless. He rolled his eyes, and failed to find that his limbs had already been fixed by four playing cards, cutting off the meridians in his hands and feet. He glanced at him, signaling Hisoka to let go of the restraint on his neck .

"What a troubled time!" After being free, Gray yawned lazily. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, rubbed his temples, and asked feebly, "Neil?"

Hisoka raised the corners of his eyes and said meaningfully: "Hmm~"

"There has never been any Neil." Gray tilted his head: "You know, Hisoka."

"Ah~" Hisoka exclaimed, his expression was a little surprised, and his tone was innocent: "I don't know."

"Every newcomer who comes to Meteor Street will leave an image with me." Gray pointed to his head: "That's why you came here to ask me, Hisoka."

"But I can tell you with certainty." Gray said word by word: "In the past three days, there hasn't been a single newcomer."

"How do you want me to believe you, cunning intelligence dealer?" Hisoka persisted, "How about letting you die once?"

His voice was creamy and viscous, full of malice.

"Are you sure you haven't been tricked by others?" Gray sneered, "Like a real clown?"

Hisoka laughed grinningly, marked the symbol, and raged murderously, freezing the air like substance.

"Oh, are you angry?" Gray opened his eyes wide, and continued to tease: "Fried hair is not a good habit, Hisoka."

"Hmph~" Hisoka suddenly restrained his momentum, he turned around and waved his hands: "Goodbye, Gray~"

"It's really beautiful, isn't it?" Gray watched Hisoka leave, he rubbed his brow bone, his sickly face was full of fanatic fascination: "That kind of powerful gesture."

"But I still prefer Kuroro." He changed his tone, his expression changed instantly, and amidst wild laughter, another personality spoke: "I like his coldness, it makes me tremble like an electric shock, like The cool sea water cleanses from body to heart..."

"Arnold, what I appreciate most about Kuroro is his rationality, the kind of calmness that resembles a monster." Gray narrowed his eyes, and his eyes flashed with thick greed: "The more he is like this, the more I can't stop. "

In this room with only one person, the dialogue between the two personalities seems so weird.

Arnold's cheeks flushed like a tide: "He will be my most precious collection!"

"Don't be delusional, Arnold!" Gray sneered mercilessly: "You know it's impossible!"

"Why not!" Arnold smashed everything in front of him like an enraged lion: "I want him. Compared with him, all our collections are like a pile of shit!"

"Your Excellency will not allow it." Gray said coldly: "He knows that we love human beings and have an outstanding collection of human beings."

"However, except for the head of the Phantom Brigade." Gray was more like warning.

"Kulolo Lucilu, it belongs to him!"