Master Jiu took out a plate of paper towels, wiped his hands carefully, then put them under the light and observed them over and over again.
They are a pair of hands unique to a pianist, slender, white, and with well-defined joints.
But only those who know him know that this man is not an artist, he is an out-and-out cold-blooded animal.
I don't know how many people's blood was stained on his hands.
He is an extremely dangerous person who can change his attitude every minute.
The girl hadn't recovered yet. She was still lying on the floor in a miserable state, her body twitching slightly.
Master Jiu propped his chin and looked at her coolly, but his tone was still gentle: "Do you want to stay?" he asked.
His tone was full of doubts.
How dare that girl stay? She shook her head hastily.
Then without Master Jiu's signal, she stood up, bowed to her, apologized seriously, and then hurriedly ran out.
Master Jiu looked at her background with wan interest, feeling a little regretful.
Even the backs look alike.
He carefully selected so many people, but this one was on the passing line. It's a pity that she committed suicide.
The door reopened again, and the butler walked in and asked with a surprised look on his face: "Do I need to re-select someone?"
Master Jiu has been here like this for the past few years.
The girls who appear around him are always of the same type, as if they are drawn from a template, because they are all handed over by specialized people.
Make sure that everyone has that person's shadow on them, and deliberately imitate them in their words, deeds, dress, and even makeup.
Master Jiu sighed and said, "It's boring."
The butler nodded. He also felt that it was boring. He thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you just bring that person back? You know better than anyone else that a substitute can never become a real person. It's better to just do it once and for all.
Bring that person back, and you won't have to spend so much time looking for someone similar to her."
Jiuye waved his hand and said, "She will hate me."
The housekeeper nodded again and agreed: "She will indeed hate it. If she knows that you are meddling behind this matter, she will probably hate you to death."
According to that person's temper, in a fit of anger, he would probably summon all his forces and eradicate all of Jiu Ye's forces.
Thinking of this, the housekeeper immediately changed his mind: "You'd better not bring her back, it's too dangerous."
If you are not careful, all of them will be buried with you.
Master Jiu looked at him funny: "You are so afraid of her."
His butler is a powerful person, and there are few people he can be afraid of.
The housekeeper replied seriously: "Aren't you afraid of her too?"
"I'm different from you." Jiuye said.
The housekeeper thought about it seriously, then nodded in agreement: "I'm afraid of her because her strength is too unfathomable, and you're afraid of her because there's some emotion mixed in."
Because I like it, I am careful.
Even shrinking the head and tail.
Master Jiu's slender fingers slid across a glass on the table. He smiled and joked lightly: "You dare to say that to me, you are really not afraid of death."
The housekeeper also laughed and said, "Fortunately, otherwise you wouldn't even have anyone around you who dares to speak, so you'd better keep me."
The two of them have worked hand in hand for more than twenty years through thick and thin, and have gone through the most chaotic and darkest times together.
They say they are superiors and subordinates, but they are actually friends and brothers.