[Izzy] Career

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A row of sharp steel nails shot out towards the sleeping Hisoka.

The magician was caught off guard, and jumped up from the bed. The steel nails nailed a three-pointed wedge on the bed. Hisoka was secretly startled. Faster, without waiting for Hisoka to catch the move, he jumped into the air, and the storm-like steel nails were driven down from the sky, as if to beat the magician into a hedgehog.

"Hi——Illumi?" Hisoka uttered a voice, and his hands kept on stretching freely. Ai stretched out a large translucent umbrella in an instant, and confiscated all the steel nails.

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"Hey, your phone keeps ringing, maybe it's an important customer and you don't answer it? The loss is worth billions. Hey..." Hisoka didn't finish his sentence, only Illumi snorted softly, and the steel nails came from all directions, In an instant, the magician was shrouded in a dense net of silver light.

"Good guy, really—" The smile on Hisoka's face did not fade, his eyes became a little more serious, and the stretchable love suddenly inflated into a large balloon, covering Hisoka in it, and the steel nail hit it On the thin thought wall, there is a tendency to penetrate.

The space is too small, the light is too dim, the killer's figure is completely hidden in the darkness, and he has become a living target for Illumi to throw darts.

Hisoka yelled that it was not good, and then he thought about it, and there was a circus spinning wheel show, holding the balloon with both hands, rolling it on the ground, the balloon flew straight towards the window, and half a second later, it had already broken through the window!

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Hisoka only heard another ringing of the mobile phone, and Illumi's cold snort, the black-haired killer leaped out of the window like lightning, and was behind him in an instant.

"Love that stretches freely, balloons always have air holes, and magicians also need to breathe. Next time, remember to cover up better, if you are alive." The killer's voice came coldly.The stretchable love was pierced by a blow, and Hisoka only felt a sharp piercing metal piercing through the vest.

Blood bloomed a beautiful circle on Hisoka's back.

The smile on the magician's face was still there, but his eyes were cold. "Don't be too cruel."

"You said this as a joke." Illumi replied blankly, and was about to withdraw his hand when the flexible love suddenly turned around and stuck his arm tightly.

"The balloon does have an air intake, but the one you saw may be fake." It turned out that Hisoka had covered up the real air intake with a thin illusion, and made a fake air intake to lure the enemy to take the bait.The magician had an extra poker card in his hand, and the kid grinned at Illumi with his teeth open, and the sharp blade suddenly reached Illumi's carotid artery.

"Fight close to me, you're looking for death." Illumi raised his right hand, and Hisoka's card happened to be stuck on the phone.

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The phone is still ringing.

"If you don't answer, I will." Hisoka suddenly threw away the card, and snatched the phone from Illumi with a smile.

"Hey, who is it?" The magician Nian disappeared, and the flexible love disappeared in a second. Hisoka walked down the street with his mobile phone as if nothing had happened, as if the life-and-death battle just now had never happened.

"..." Shiba on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment, "Who are you? Where's Illumi?"

"Ah—" Hisoka said suddenly. "So it's... hello uncle, I'm Illumi's friend, my name is Hisoka, that's right, that's the one, the customer's credit record is AAA, no debts... I'm no longer in the Phantom Troupe... hahahaha , Uncle, you are too polite... Illumi is buying balloons, yes, maybe for his son..."

Illumi didn't expect Hisoka to utter so much nonsense in a few seconds, so he rushed forward and stabbed Hisoka's arm with a knife.Hisoka had expected it a long time ago, and with a wave of his hand, he threw the phone back into Illumi's hand, and watched the play with his hands folded and a bright smile on his face.

"Dad, it's me. I just had something to do." The black-haired killer said briefly, without any intention of explaining Hisoka's remarks just now.

"Oh," Xiba didn't ask Illumi what kind of balloons he bought in the middle of the night, but just said. "How is it going?"

"Yeah." Illumi replied. "What's up?"

"Go home when you have time," Shiba said.

"..." Illumi was silent for a moment, then repeated. "What's up?"

"I told you to go home," Shiba's voice came calmly from the phone, "I'll talk about it when I have something to say."

"I'm busy," Illumi said.There was a hint of refusal in his tone.

Hisoka next to him made an exaggerated surprised expression, stretched out a finger, and the words "unfilial son" appeared on the finger.

The black-haired Grim Reaper was unmoved, his eyes darker than the night stared indifferently at the road ahead, and the night wind rolled a few pages of old newspapers around him quietly, turning and turning, following his thinning His shoulders fell to the ground.

quietly.

Illumi's gaze fell on the newspaper, and he froze, as if those tiny bits and pieces of words could bring him some important information.

Moonlight pours.

Breathing.

Father and Son.

The radio waves transmitted the brief silence and alienation during it.

"...Are you in trouble, Illumi?" The voice that came through the night wind was a bit bleak. "Why didn't you call us?"

Hisoka whistled, standing on the deserted street in the early morning, watching the black-haired killer leaning under the street lamp, the pale yellow light mixed with the moonlight, rubbing the shadow of the electric pole and the figure together vigorously, making it no longer It seems to be crumbling, and the black shadow is deeply projected on the road, as if chiseled on every inch of asphalt. Cars come and go, they are tossed and scalded, and they will not shake.

"I will contact you if necessary," Illumi said.

Hisoka stared at the killer, the killer's face was pale, expressionless as always, but he could see the different confusion in it.

Hisoka has known Illumi for a long time, and he knows their differences well.Just like every child has a unique face of death in their minds, some are smiling and bizarre, while others are stern and unsmiling, only the breath of death that penetrates into the bone marrow makes children feel happy when they see them. Scream the same.Illumi is a professional killer who makes a living by killing. Hisoka heard that he is a murderer and kills people for fun. Sometimes Hisoka feels that Illumi is nobler than himself, even though it is so strange to use this word for professional killers, because that The black-haired killer is so focused, dedicated, ruthless, and efficient. He can be called a model of a killing machine. He is also the god of death. He wants to call him the incarnation of the god of death.

No, you are merciful, Hisoka.

Yes, as strange as Illumi's benevolent description of him.

But his benevolence is not to save life, but only for himself, just like Illumi, the more efficient the flesh and blood body performing the duties of the god of death, the more evil it is.

Their backgrounds are different, but in the end they all walked on the road of ignoring and trampling on life, so they met in the dark world, and they both thought they were strong and disdained to be alone, but they still looked for and observed each other's movement from time to time, just like walking through glass The people on the curtain wall will subconsciously look in the mirror. Hisoka is not afraid of death. He is very familiar with the cold scythe after too many battles and is often accompanied by the god of death. Embracing the Grim Reaper, with a smile on his face, he took off his hat to the audience.

He believed it would be so, but every time Illumi appeared, Hisoka would still unconsciously look at his companion's face, as if he could glimpse his future ending from there.Therefore, sometimes he thinks that he is more aware of his changes and loopholes than Illumi, just like the strange confusion in the killer's eyes at this moment - he is indeed in trouble, but he is stubbornly unwilling to ask the family for help, then...

Hisoka was thinking.

"I understand." The black-haired youth said. "I'll come back sometime."

Looks like the conversation is over.

Illumi coughed lightly suddenly and said. "Is Qiya at home?"

The answer seemed to disappoint the Killer a little, he pressed. "Oh, what did he do?"

After getting the answer, the expression of the black-haired young man didn't change at all, but the sudden acceleration of his speech revealed the speaker's special concern for Qiya. "The cemetery...he went by himself?...safety?...I don't agree with...letting him come back...I don't want it to go wrong this time..."

Hisoka watched with interest as Illumi argued with his father in a low voice on the phone, and finally, the killer spoke decisively.

"I'll go home immediately to deal with this matter. I'll talk about the situation when I get back. Well, I see. Goodbye."

He hung up the phone.

His eyes turned to Hisoka, as if he had just discovered the existence of this person.Hisoka brought the corner of the card to his lips and smiled. "What a good brother, what's wrong with your restless brother?"

Illumi didn't answer, as if he didn't hear it, and looked at Hisoka blankly. "Why create terror in Sky Arena?"

Hisoka showed a surprised expression. "So you came here to seek revenge."

"Don't be pretentious, your method is useless to me." Illumi said simply. "Tell your reason and purpose, if you lie, kill you."

"Sounds like he's threatening me," Hisoka laughed. "But you can't kill me, Illumi." The magician blinked mysteriously. "Just like I can't kill you."

"Don't compare me with you." The killer said coldly. "There is no one I can't kill, only the one I don't want to kill."

"Hehe, the confidence of a professional killer..." Hisoka said with a smile. "I've told you before that you've lived too long as a killer."

"Answer my question." Illumi slowly approached the magician, "Why use me, what are your plans?"

Hisoka raised his finger, and the cards flew to the ground, one corner of which fell into the asphalt in front of Illumi. "Stop," said the magician, holding back his smile. "Illumi, as a friend I have a piece of advice for you."

"I have no friends." The black-haired killer said indifferently.

"Okay," Hisoka didn't care, "then as a client, I'll give you a suggestion."

Illumi raised his eyes.

"If you keep losing your cool," Hisoka said. "The next entrustment is your death date."

Illumi laughed, his smile was a little unclear, he stared at Hisoka, the eyes in his black pupils suddenly became extremely sharp.

"It seems that you do consider me a friend," said the black-haired killer. "Then answer my question."

"Don't be so arrogant, Illumi," Hisoka said.He raised his voice, almost looking annoyed.

"I'm calm," Illumi said coldly. "You should calm down too."

Hisoka snorted.

"None of my business." He shrugged. "That matter has nothing to do with me."

"You weren't there—" Illumi said.

"I was late and absent a lot," Hisoka said. "I can apologize for letting you go—if you mind."

The killer stared at him.

"Okay," Hisoka said. "I promised to never miss a fight date, except for that one time. As compensation, I should tell you: I was notified of certain things in advance and managed to make me choose not to go to the date, so I didn't show up. In fact, at the last moment I wanted to Calling you to put your attention."

"Who informed you? What did you inform? Why didn't you come to the appointment? What should I pay attention to?" Illumi said.

"You have too many questions." Hisoka spread his hands. "And I can't answer any of those questions."

"What do you mean?" Illumi asked forcefully.

"That means I don't know the answer, or I know the answer, but I can't tell you." Hisoka said.

"It seems that you are going to fight with me." Illumi said.

"No." Hisoka waved his hand. "Illumi, I've apologized to you. I never ask questions you don't want to answer. Besides, you have nothing to lose from that incident. The conversation should be over."

"I lost a lot of money," Illumi said.

"Speaking of which," Hisoka said. "I have an intel you'd be willing to buy for that money."

"Let's hear it." Illumi said.

Hisoka pursed his lips. "About Qiya."

The black-haired killer waited silently, and the moonlight on the zenith poured down pale plaster-like light, solidifying him into a statue.

Your expression changes, albeit very slightly.Hisoka thought.It seems that Qiya is really your weakness, which makes you unable to maintain that kind of strong and absolute calm.Everyone has someone they care about, even cold-blooded like you.Hisoka was almost sad, he felt that he could clearly see the end of Illumi and his own doom reflected in the glimpse of this moment.

There is only one weakness.only one.He meditated in his mind.Like blood drops in the snow, it is hard to see from a distance, but it is particularly dazzling when it is close.

In fact, there is no god of death in this world, only mortals.Hisoka smiled secretly, a little self-deprecating.

"What happened to Qiya?" Illumi said.

"He was with the spider," Hisoka said. "To be precise, the spider can see him, but he can't see the spider." The magician smiled, with a wonderful arc on his lips, making it impossible to tell whether he likes him or hates him.

"Spider? Phantom Troupe?" Illumi repeated coldly.

"Maybe there are more terrifying creatures." Hisoka said. "But they're moody monsters."

So, it's going to be a fun game too, right?