【Xiyi】Ten times Hisoka tried to kill Illumi, but once he didn't

Chapter 1 1

The man's bright red blood and brains splashed out, and there was still confusion in the protruding eyeballs, and he couldn't see the true appearance of the short figure in front of him at the last second of his life.The movement of that figure was too fast, and the bodyguard he hired at a high price was accurately pierced by four bullets in just one breath, and the white smoke from the silencer became the last scene in their sight.

In the middle of the night, there were no people on the streets of the high-end residential area, and even the lights were as dim as in the mansion of the beating enemy. The five corpses lying in a pool of blood were like insignificant discarded parts. The gears were still turning, and nothing was affected. Influence.

It was only when Illumi returned to the roof where he was hiding that his black eyes regained their brilliance, and the relief of completing the task almost made him fall to the ground.Yilumi could feel the warm sticky liquid on his face, and a drop was sliding down his cheek to the corner of his lips. He subconsciously pursed his lips, and the bloody smell rushed into his throat. Finally, Yilumi couldn't hold back, covering his mouth Started to retch on stomach.

Illumi let the nausea writhe for a few seconds, and immediately suppressed the struggling beast in his stomach, regaining his familiar indifference, took off his blood-stained black cloak, wiped his face, took out his phone and sent his father a message A "mission accomplished".

Before leaving, Illumi looked around cautiously to make sure that there was no light from any window, and he didn't feel any bad breath nearby, so he jumped between the roofs and stayed away from this tall building, completely oblivious to the hidden A figure in the cracks of a building.

"call--"

Hisoka finally regained his heartbeat and breath 5 minutes after the black-haired boy disappeared.

He thought he would always remember the ugly appearance of the man called his father a few days ago before he died, and the terrified eyes that looked at him at the end. There are still bruises left by the man on his body, and the smell of blood has always lingered in his mouth and nose , but apart from these, he couldn't remember any details.

How did he kill that man?How did he leave after that?Not impressed at all.

Now Hisoka only had the black-haired boy in his mind, his graceful posture like a lynx, and his unscrupulous killing movements.He recalled the boy's actions over and over again, from the moment the boy jumped down, to the ghostly shuttle among the five adults twice his size, every time a bullet passed by a person would take away a life.Hisoka could only see the afterimage of every movement of the boy, maybe even the legendary elf could not have such a brisk and smooth dance.

"Ah, I really want to meet him formally."

Hisoka subconsciously licked his chapped lips due to being open for a long time, his golden pupils stayed in the direction where the boy disappeared, and a stream of heat rushed to his head along his excited and trembling limbs, disturbing everything and removing him from the war. All the other desires in his mind were squeezed away, and his vision seemed to become better in the dark night, as if he saw the black hair fluttering with the wind brought by his fast movement.

In the past, Hisoka never had a clear definition of the future.

In his rare fantasies, he would probably get rich overnight, buy a mansion, and spend his whole life idling away.How to live a prosperous life is not in his consideration. His only obsession is not to be so poor that he can't even eat snacks, and not to be like his father.

After his mother died, Hisoka finally seemed to have a purpose.He wanted to kill the man he had called his father for five years.This kind of thinking grew bigger and bigger after the man threw the job of squeezing his mother onto himself.

Living in the yells of "Go do this!" Nothing lethal.

At that time, Hisoka could use any object in the house as a tool for exercise. Under repeated oppression, Hisoka learned to hide his emotions, spread all his anger on the tools, and used housework to hone his physical strength and willpower. force.He swallowed his anger until he was ten years old, and finally, taking advantage of the man not paying attention, he inserted the kitchen knife his mother used for cooking into the man's chest. To ensure that the man would not be rescued, he stabbed more than a dozen times in a row.

No one noticed Hisoka when he escaped from the small village covered in blood.Maybe they noticed it, but they still pretended not to see it, pointing at his back, laughing at him for bleeding so much that he would be arrested soon, and even started to close the windows and doors, for the sticks they often had at home. Out of sight is in the eye.

This is understandable, after all, Hisoka has fled many times, and most of them were captured and beaten by men, disturbing the whole village, but Hisoka still regrets that he can't appreciate the expressions of the people in the village when they saw the man's body .

It must be very exciting.

It can be said that Hisoka has no feelings for the village where he has lived since he was a child.He can't reach the hatred of wanting to slaughter the whole village, but if someone asks him for help, he will definitely make things worse.This cannot be blamed on him, the adults in the village think that his father is a murderer from Meteor Street, and he is the murderer's devil son.All the children in the village don’t play with him. Hisoka can only watch them come to him every time to show off the chewing gum or chocolate brought by their parents inside the city wall. Whole snacks up to the expiration date will keep him happy for a long time.Later, he just snatched the snacks from the children who caused trouble, until no one of his peers dared to appear in front of him anymore.

So when Hisoka hid in the corner by the gate of Serkas, he had already left his life in the village behind.

Thanks to the physical strength and concealment ability honed by years of beatings and escapes, Hisoka soon followed a group of people into the city.

Even though they are all on the same piece of land, a city wall can also cause such a gap.If the buildings here could be moved, one building could easily crush all the mud houses in their village, not to mention their thatched huts.Hisoka had never seen so many people in strange costumes. They all wore bulging jackets that looked funny like rusty buckets at home, and their shoes had pointed ends, which were smooth and could reflect the sun's light. Suo had only seen such a sight in a well.

Hisoka was out of place with this place, and was quickly discovered by the guards. During the pursuit, Hisoka took some delicious-looking red apples from the shop, and went into a small shop to snatch away a few packs of snacks , he almost cheered when he saw "BungeeGum".

Hisoka's malnourished, emaciated body easily escaped the armored guards as he hid behind a cardboard box to enjoy his spoils.

This hiding is three days.

On the first day, Hisoka figured out the patrol route of the guards, on the second day he started his sightseeing tour, and on the third day he held a one-man party with the food and toys he collected.

Until today's fourth day, Hisoka felt a little bored. He curled up in his "new home" and observed the people walking around. Compared with the men who were already blurred in his mind, he saw some people who felt stronger than that man. to simulate the process that might kill them.

Oops, he seems like he really wants to try.

Hisoka sat in a daze all afternoon. There were eight people who could be his targets, five of them were soldiers in armor. He also thought about the possibility of being caught deliberately.

As a result, now, in the middle of the night on the fourth day, Hisoka gave up his thoughts about those men after the killing show just staged.

Compared with the eight adults with simple minds and well-developed limbs at first sight, Hisoka looked forward to the black-haired boy standing opposite him, staring at him with his cold black eyes, and read out the invitation letter from the god of death.Hisoka would talk to the boy and hear his voice as clear as bullet casings.Then they will have a fight, and Hisoka will probably die at the hands of the other party, but the boy's enlarged face can be seen clearly at the moment of death-what a bargain.

Of course, if one day, Hisoka is enough to defeat the opponent, then the bright red blood blooming on the boy's body must be more beautiful than anything in the world, and it will be more irresistible than the most beloved artwork in the museum that he just admired the day before yesterday.At that time, Hisoka may think carefully about the ranking of "BungeeGum" in his heart.

Hisoka threw the last piece of chewing gum into his mouth, and the empty box was casually discarded in the corner beside him, along with other snack boxes and prank cards he had saved for memory.His hiding place would be revealed after daybreak, and the pile of garbage would attract attention, but that was okay, Hisoka would be around the dark-haired boy then.

He swears by his familiarity with the city, the boy's destination must be the airport, the only square that can leave here from the air according to his observation.Hisoka remembered that it was used to dock the spaceship.

Circas City has only one airport.

The spaceship that Illumi came on was still parked in place, waiting for the return journey.It's the return trip at [-] o'clock this morning.

"Dididi" "Dididi" "Dididi"

It took a long time for Ilumi to answer the phone. It was the old housekeeper Pro.

"Master, is everything going well?"

"Yeah." As soon as he spoke, Illumi felt nauseated again. "The spaceship at seven o'clock can arrive home at noon."

"Actually, you don't have to hurry. The master said that he just finished the work nearby and will pick you up in person and let you wait in the airport."

Oh, great, picking him up "in person" is nothing more than checking his status and then deciding on the way to live in the future, which is said to be like a gift.

Illumi didn't want to say more, he needed to adjust himself before his father came, "Oh, is there anything else?"

"That's it, young master. Thank you for your hard work." Proper probably sensed Illumi's discomfort, and quickly ended the call.

Illumi put down the phone and rushed to the bathroom, choked her throat, strangled the desire to retch, and tried to blast the too clear dynamic picture out of memory, just like what her mother said, take a deep breath, and then think about the things in the villa's collection room. Human organs are just works of art.

Killing someone with his own hands was completely different from his previous training.Illumi can concentrate on the killing process, and all actions can be done like an implanted fixed program, jumping, sprinting, dodging, and pulling the trigger, all of which can be done perfectly without the intervention of the brain.It can be said that at the moment when he started to move, Illumi was a precise machine. His soul was taken away, leaving only a transformed body that was different from ordinary people, to complete the content that had been rehearsed in the brain beforehand. .It wasn't until he left the scene and regained his consciousness that Illumi suddenly remembered that this was not training, and that five people really died by his hands just now.

Even though this is the first time, Illumi has only completed the lowest assassination mission, the target is only the most common Serkas nobles, and the weapon he uses is also the simplest pistol, Illumi still cannot erase the most direct experience , life can be so simple that it slips away in an instant.

The advice of my father and mother has always been in my ears, "Give up your humanity and soul", "Killers don't need emotions", Illumi still thought it was funny before this mission, after going through so many hellish killer training, can you still expect So he can keep those?Can they help him avoid when he is surrounded by hundreds of back arrows?Or to protect him from his father's endless whipping?Or can it fly him away from the sea of ​​​​fire on all sides?absurd.Even if there was one, it must have been drowned in a water tank tens of meters deep, crushed under a voltage of several thousand volts, and buried in tens of billions of poisonous insects.

But at the moment when the target died, Illumi's internal organs returned to his body with all the discarded senses and stirred. shell.

Ah, that's not okay.

My father will come before dawn, and he will definitely see the abnormality. It is not known what level of "special training" is waiting for him then.But maybe that's better, Illumi is eager to enhance his ability, he wants to become a real enemy beater, an excellent assassin, he is only allowed to be confused this time, and there will be more complicated and difficult tasks in the future , At that time, a microsecond of distraction can kill your life.

Illumi didn't even know why his grandfather and father just stood there without doing anything, even their eyes didn't change, which made him feel like being thrown into a cage full of ferocious beasts.

In short, Illumi stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the airport hall, and the distant sun gradually emerged from the tall buildings. This was his last vulnerability.

Facing the glare of the sun, Illumi squinted his cat's eyes with rare laziness. His black body was covered with a layer of gold, and even his pale face was slightly flushed. Hisoka, who was hiding behind the pillar, stared at the layer. I can't take my eyes off pink.

Hisoka suddenly felt that the picture of this murderous boy bathing in the rising sun was surprisingly harmonious, as quiet as a cute porcelain doll, and it made people have the desire to break this beautiful illusion.

The beautiful illusion was indeed broken, but not in the way Hisoka expected.Before he got close to the boy, a man who was as tall as the city wall of Sirkas passed by the stone pillar where he was. Hisoka could only see the man's forearm thicker than his own thigh, obviously not fast, but passing by him There was a gust of wind.

"Father."

Hisoka felt that if he added a sound effect to his heart now, it would definitely be "噗—噗噗", just like when he used chewing gum to blow bubbles before, it burst and exhaled into his face.

This cannot be blamed on him, since he was a child, there were few people who communicated with him, and the few were those whom he hated and resented so that he would not listen to their voices carefully. Hisoka concluded that the boy's voice was definitely the best.

If he had to describe it, Hisoka would say without hesitation that the sound was like that of a lark.In fact, he has only heard it once, and he has never even seen it.The little girl next door suddenly raised it one day. It is said that she picked it up from the wilderness outside the village, but died the next day due to injuries.After that, Hisoka never heard the cry of the lark again, and occasionally reached the wasteland when he ran away, but he was unlucky and never encountered it.

"Ilu, you did a good job."

ilu.Hisoka muttered silently.Excited to know the boy's name, Hisoka took a closer look at the strong man. The only thing worth noting was the long silver curly hair, which was not at all like the relatives of the porcelain doll Ilu.

The man touched Iru's hair with his big hand, Hisoka looked terrified, that hand looked enough to grab that cute little head like a toy ball.

"How do you feel? Do you have the confidence to challenge a higher level of mission next time?"

"Compared to that," Yilu tilted his head to avoid the man's hand, "I want to go to the Sky Arena."

Hisoka swore he saw the man pause for a moment before replying, "Okay, but it will take a while. It's good that you want to go back to training, and I think you still need to improve. How about playing the maze again?"

"what."

Hisoka inexplicably heard the loss from this syllable, and it was the same as the reaction of those children when he snatched candy from other children, and there might be some subtle anger.

"I'll add a few hundred 'toys' to you, and then I'll take on the next mission." The man's tone was unquestionable, as if he was sure that he would not be refuted.

Yilu did remain silent, and seemed not to be ready to speak anymore, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a slit.

Hisoka felt sorry for him, but he was even more curious about what this "toy" was, could it be the dolls he saw in the shop in Sirkas City?Plush toys?No, it's impossible.Hisoka couldn't imagine the scene of Iru playing with those toys, and he didn't know why he thought so, but it felt like seeing the guards of Sirkas City patrolling in bright red jackets and bright yellow pants.

Hisoka even felt that Yilu would not have friends of the same age, as he would be an unacceptable existence.It's just that the other party is a doll who has been cared and cared to the extreme, while she is a clown who has been cast aside and ridiculed by everyone.Yilu will be placed in a handmade box tailored for him, which is covered with lace yarn stained with poison, killing all creatures that come close, dangerous but beautiful.He himself could only huddle in the desolate abandoned site, surrounded by thorny weeds, piercing his own flesh.

Yilu and his father walked past Hisoka, and Hisoka met those dark eyes as he wished, only for a moment, but Hisoka had the urge to make ripples on the calm lake, if—— Hisoka recalled Yilu's words - if he goes to the Sky Arena, will he be able to see him again?

-TBC-