Late at night, the rain fell like a curtain.

A huge manor is located in the suburbs. The gardens are well-maintained. All floor tiles, landscapes, and buildings from the inside to the outside are designed to be extremely neat and regular, like a sheathed sword, holding its blade silently in the heavy rain.

If you look down from the air, you will suddenly realize that all the arrangements are interlocking and contain hidden murderous intentions. The quiet and angular beauty of the alien manor can turn into a bloody mill at any time, harvesting all lives that dare to trespass.

In the main house, the leader is sitting in front of the window, holding a photo of his lover in his hand. The sound of leaves being beaten by raindrops is heard inside and outside the house. After listening to it for a long time, it feels quiet.

He had taken several sleeping pills, but he still couldn't fall asleep and didn't dare to fall asleep.

He is afraid of dreaming about his lover, afraid of the lost tenderness, and even more afraid of the loneliness and pity when he wakes up.

"I have avenged you. I shot his head in pieces." The leader stroked the photo frame, his eyes full of sadness, and murmured to himself, "But no matter what I do, I can't get you back...I

I really hope I didn’t kill him at that time, I want to use his screams during slow processing to commemorate you.”

"Sorry, Mr. Leader, I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. I suffer from CIP - congenital inpainlessness. I can't feel pain in any part of my body." Without any warning, a familiar voice came from behind.

At this moment, the head suddenly froze.

"Boom-" The thunder light washed away, and a smiling face was reflected on the window, with amber eyes looming in the darkness.

The leader turned back stiffly and looked at the visitor blankly: "How...is it possible..."

Kino was still wearing formal clothes. He sat on the sofa and stroked his tie casually. His tone was as if he was chatting with a friend: "I heard that you never talk to disheveled people, so I bought this set of clothes. It looks good."

?"

The shocked expression on the leader's face seemed to freeze: "It's impossible... you're already dead..."

Kino pointed to the empty sofa opposite and said with a smile: "Sit down first. This is your home, you don't have to be so formal."

It has to be said that the leader's psychological quality is far beyond that of ordinary people. Even when he saw a "dead person", he was not only shocked but also panicked. He slowly sat down on the sofa and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

Kino asked, "Who do you think I am?"

"Impossible..." The leader subconsciously clenched his fists, "You are already dead, I will kill you with my own hands!"

"Actually, this is something I want to confirm." Chino picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table and handed it over, "Please go and confirm it."

The leader stared at Chino and blindly dialed a number on his mobile phone.

The call was answered: "Good evening, Mr. Leader."

"Confirm collection number 521."

"Collection No. 521. Okay, please wait."

After about half a minute of silence, a reply came from the other end of the phone: "Collection No. 521 is in good condition and is as beautiful as a gem."

The leader silently hung up the phone, the shock in his eyes was extremely intense.

"Oh~ you collected my eyes?" Kino clapped softly and praised, "You are very discerning. My doubts are also solved, I am indeed dead."

"who are you?!"

"I am me, the processor with the highest order fulfillment rate in the organization. Chino was killed by you personally. You all call me the "Smiling Devil". But strictly speaking, I am not me, because I am not the same body.

."

"Cloning technology?"

"You can understand it this way first. But I tend to be another force more powerful than cloning."

"You come to me for revenge?"

"Just catching up with old friends. In fact, I even want to thank you, because I went to a very interesting place, far more interesting than here."

"Where?"

"Sorry, I can't say this, otherwise I will really die."

The leader looked at Kino with a frightening look and said sarcastically: "God is so blind that even a devil like you can come back from the dead, but my lover has not come back."

"Well... I'm not sure if she went to 'that place'. You'd better pray that she didn't go, because it's not suitable for a weak beauty." Kino smiled and added, "Of course, I agree with you. Point of view - God is blind and always takes away some people who shouldn't be taken away."

The leader let out a heavy breath and calmed down his mood: "What do you want?"

Kino looked around and his eyes fell on the classical record player in the corner of the room: "Can you allow me to listen to some music?"

The leader said coldly: "It's up to you."

"Thank you." Chino walked over and played with the record player skillfully.

The leader stared at Kino's back, his eyes slowly turning gloomy.

Now, Kino's back was turned to him.

Under the sofa where he was sitting, there was a loaded double-barreled shotgun.

All he had to do was bend down and stretch out his hand to pull out the gun and blast the demon's head to pieces for the second time.

But he didn't move.

Although he usually likes to play with guns, his shooting skills are also very good, not to mention that at such a close range, the shotgun can be said to be perfect.

However, the fact that this demon would turn its back on him only meant one thing - he didn't care.

Don't use your three-legged cat kung fu to challenge others' eating skills.

After playing with the record player and pressing the play button, Chino sat back on the sofa, patted his head, and seemed to remember something: "By the way, Mr. Leader, could you please take out the gun under your sofa and hand it to me?"

The leader silently took out the double-barreled shotgun and handed it to Chino in parallel.

"Thank you." Chino took the gun, opened the safety, pulled the bolt, pointed the gun at the leader, and joked, "I just said something is missing, so that it feels like a negotiation."

As soon as Kino finished speaking, the record player played brisk classical music, "Gothenburg Variations".

Kino looked at the leader with admiration: "You like Bach."

"Yes."

"Um... This is not an argument, it's just my opinion: I personally feel that the emotions of Bach's music are too simple. He pays more attention to the technical processing of repetitive elements and does not have many particularly emotional contrasts of strength and weakness. Of course! I emphasize it again! It’s just my personal opinion. I’m not qualified to point fingers at these masters, and I absolutely respect your personal preferences.”

The leader snorted briefly and said nothing.

Kino's amber eyes were filled with a smile: "Do you like Beethoven?"

The leader said nothing, got up and went over to adjust the record player. Soon, the melody of "Symphony No. 9 in D minor" was echoing in the room.

There was deep surprise in Chino's eyes: "Ah ~ the 1968 version conducted by Karajan! I like Karajan very much, and I learned the habit of conducting with my eyes closed from him. But this master also has his own problems - occasionally Forgot the score."

The leader sat back on the sofa and sneered: "You said you went to another place, but did you reproduce these classical music there? As long as the people there have some musical talent, you can go down in history with your musical talent."

"You can indeed do this, just like it was written in the book I read before: go to a concert, beat those third-rate musicians with Beethoven's music, shock the audience, win the favor of the princess, be appreciated by the king, and become a

The God of Music is respected by the world."

"But," Kino shook his head, "I won't do that. These music belong to the great men, not to me. If you take them as your own, it would be disrespectful to the original author. I will copy the masters there.

music - in their names. And I will only be a humble translator and inheritor. This is the most basic courtesy."

The leader sneered: "If you weren't a little lunatic, you would be quite lovable."

Chino looked at the clock and changed the topic: "Is it already past 1 o'clock in the morning? Time flies so fast. Let's stop chatting here. It's time to get down to business."

"Ding." Kino flicked a silver object over.

The leader caught it and found that it was a silver coin with a majestic king on the front and a laurel flower on the back.

"What's this?"

"A currency, you can call it Silver Moon."

The leader thought for a moment, narrowed his eyes and said, "I understand, you want to play a coin game with me?"

Kino was stunned for a moment: "No, I just want you to see it, it is very beautiful."

"Bang!" The shotgun fired, shattering the leader's head and splattering blood on the ground.

"Ding." Silver Moon fell from the leader's hand and fell to the ground.

Before the blood surged through the silver moon, Kino went over to pick it up, wiped it with the wet wipes on the table, turned off the record player and lights, whispered "good night" to the leader's body, and left quietly.
Chapter completed!