"What do you want to do?" Touma said warily: "It shouldn't be an ordinary target that can make someone like you take action, right? When you leave, I'll probably be the one who takes the blame and goes to the execution ground, right? Then I will die sooner or later anyway.
Why not do it first?”
"You are overthinking, my friend." Haierrou patted the table and said sincerely, "I just want to find a magical creature wandering around the hospital to help me cure my illness."
"Do you need to steal money to treat a disease?"
"That's operational funds."
"Then why did you tie me up?"
"Your home can be my base of operations~"
"Then why did you..."
"Shut up! If you're worried, come with me. If you do it again, I'll beat you to death right now! Make your own choice!"
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"Speak? Are you mute?"
"You told me to shut up!"
"No..." "Tear..."
"No..." "Tear apart"
"Oh, it still doesn't work..."
"Tear..."
"Hey! That guy, what are you doing? Have you ever thought about the feelings of the person who cleans the room?" Emiya Touma said angrily as he looked at the pieces of paper floating in the air. What? This is what is said to be calm.
A calm robber who can rob dozens of houses by himself and still have time to leave a book for people? Ever since he promised not to report her, he started drawing pictures, then tore them into pieces and threw them in the air. Is he crazy?
"Ah?" Heerrou suddenly lay down on the armchair and looked up at Emiya Touma who was cleaning up the room. He looked at him with eyes like a dead fish and was upset for a while.
"I heard? How do you feel?" the guy said, and pulled out a handful from nowhere: "What now?"
"Well... I feel honored to be able to serve you!" Touma, who didn't want to die because of such a trivial matter, gave in decisively.
"So~ That's a really good feeling." Haerrou sighed, weakly leaned back on the table, and started drawing again.
It's so overbearing. It's as if he has just been out of the line of fire and is incompatible with the whole world. Touma sighed in relief and shook his head helplessly. He lowered his body and picked up a piece of paper that was not completely broken. He said with some doubts: "
Now, isn't your painting quite good? Why did you tear it up?"
"Hmm? Because they can't become real, right?" Haerrou, who was lying on the table, poked her cheek with the end of her pen and said thoughtfully.
"What is false will naturally become unreal, right? Are you dreaming?" Touma couldn't help but said: "If it really becomes true like you said, the world will be in chaos!"
"Well~ I know, I know!" Heerrou said impatiently and threw the pen he took from Touma's study on the table. He also lowered his hands and only put his chin on the table to support his whole head, like a rebel.
The child was scolded by his parents and said: "I'll just stop painting! Don't always be verbose like a nun, that's right."
Why is Mao like a nun? Hey! The corner of Touma's mouth twitched, and he looked at Haierrou's dead fish eyes. After all, he still didn't ask, but when cleaning up the papers on the floor, he removed some that had not been torn.
The broken images were sorted out and pressed on the table.
"Hey! Those are all useless, right? Why did you pick them up?" Haier said silently.
"Ah? It's nothing, I just think the painting is pretty good." Touma scratched his face.
"Do you like it?"
"Well, that's right. Although the strokes are very few...but it feels like the real thing." Touma nodded.
After all, I learned how to describe the target to kill. Of course it must be similar, otherwise how can I kill someone? Haierrou shrugged, looked at the fragments of rabbits, cats and dogs all over the floor, and suddenly rolled his eyes and said: "Hey, I'll give it to you.
How about you draw one?”
"Huh? Why is it so sudden?" Touma still wanted to speak, but was pressed on the shoulder and sat on the chair opposite the dining table.
"Okay, okay, there are always some surprises in life, right?" Haierrou said this, the ballpoint pen in her hand was already making a swishing sound on the paper. It was obviously a very delicate painting style, but the writing was like
Just as casual as graffiti.
Could this be the legendary master's realm of flowing clouds and flowing water? Emiya Touma, who knew nothing about painting, couldn't help but have a hint of admiration for the thug. However, he couldn't maintain this emotion for even half a second before he was brutally beaten by the guy.
Words and deeds were shattered.
"Don't move, not only your body, eyes, but also your thoughts. Do you have ADHD? Boy!" Haierrou's voice was calm and disdainful, and her eyes were as irritating as looking at garbage.
How could any art master be so rude! Emiya Touma complained in his heart, trying to hold back, but the more he could hold on, the more he felt itchy all over his body.
"Forget it... you can do whatever you want, you can't even do such a small thing as not moving, tsk." Haierrou's eyes became more and more like looking at a bunch of large incombustible and incombustible objects that should be thrown into space at a speed exceeding the speed of the third universe.
Recyclable hazardous waste.
What are you doing! It was obviously you who asked me to be a model! Emiya complained in his heart, pretending not to see or hear, and quickly scratched his itchy body, but found that he felt nothing... This is really funny
What? Speechless, he had to change the subject and said, "Have you finished painting? Why are you still writing?"
"Did your eye see that I finished the drawing? I just wrote down your appearance. If you don't hurry up and draw it, you will forget it." Haierrou frowned and said while quickly drawing on the paper.
As he writes, his slender fingers look like boneless snakes even if they are wrapped in white silk gloves.
What an amazing flexibility! Touma looked at the ballpoint pen that was constantly moving between his fingers and couldn't help but walk behind Heerrou. Then he overturned his previous conclusion: it was not only flexibility, but also a terrifying precision.
Each stroke will cover a distance of more than ten centimeters; each stroke will make at least three or more bends; each stroke will have multiple changes in strength in places where shadows need to be paid attention to.
Are you a human printing machine?! Looking at Heerrou's flawless strokes, Touma couldn't help but open his mouth, but: "Are you that hot? Your forehead is covered with sweat?"
"Nonsense, you said I'm covered in sweat, why don't you go and turn down the air conditioner? Come here and talk, don't you deserve a beating!" Haierrou said irritably, and drew the last few strokes: "It's done!
"
"No, the towel has just been washed with cold water." Emiya Touma shook his head speechlessly, but he felt that he had probably got part of this guy's character: he is violent and bad, but most of the time he is just a sharp-tongued person. Is he a tomboy?
. It's better to avoid it. Someone who can rob dozens of families doesn't look like a good person, but more like he has another set of rules of conduct that are completely different from ordinary people.
"Ah, thank you!" Heerrou casually took the towel and wiped her face, then slapped away Emiya Touma's hand that was reaching for the scroll: "Don't touch it! Wait until I play a magic trick for you!"
"Ouch! Could you please be gentler?" Touma looked at his red hands with a resentful look on his face and said, "For magic, do you need any props?"
"This painting! Look at it! 3! 2! 1! Disappear!" Haierrou said, slamming the rolled-up painting together with both hands!
"Don't! You'll get crushed!" Touma said subconsciously, grabbing Heerrou's palm and stretching it out. Then he found that there was nothing in her hand, no scroll, no paper ball, not even confetti.
None!?
"Hey!?! Where did you put it!?" Touma tried to look into her sleeves, but was slapped on the forehead and pushed away.
"I told you it's magic! Magic! Which magician will let you look at the sleeves? Wait!" Haierrou said disdainfully, crossed her hands with a solemn expression and twitched violently, leaving the scroll intact.
Ran out!
"Damn it! Where are you hiding!" Touma was completely shocked. He was not a fool. He knew that magicians used blind tricks! But if you were so close, you could see everything.
It's very clear, right? Even if you have to say that this is Haierrou's meticulous operation, Touma's eyesight is not good...
Because no matter how delicate the operation is, it's impossible to stuff a roll of paper somewhere in the clothes without it being folded at all! And that's not a magician's own prop, but the printing paper in Touma's study.
Well? Ordinary printing paper can no longer be used!
And just when Touma was amazed by Heirou's magic, Heirou, who had performed such a magical operation, wanted to tear up the painting with a look of displeasure.
"Don't tear it! Don't!!" Touma said anxiously and rushed over, took the scroll from Heerrou's hand, and looked at the half centimeter of the top that was torn open with a distressed look on his face: "What on earth are you thinking about?
!”
"Ah! Ignore me! Failed again!! It's so annoying!!!" Haerrou rubbed her hair frantically and fell down on the sofa with a bang, rolling like a bug.
"Hey, you don't really want to use magic to turn the fake into real!" Touma looked at Hairou as if he was mentally retarded and said.
"Shut up! MotherfVcker!" Haierrou sat up with a pair of dead fish eyes, wiped her hands, put a cigarette that she pulled out from nowhere into her mouth and lit it.
Touma, who was addicted to smoking, put the painting on the bookshelf as he spoke, turned around and rubbed his hands and said, "Huh? What about the brand I haven't seen before, is it foreign?"
Haierrou, who was sitting on the sofa with a lifeless expression, glanced at him sideways and suddenly smiled disdainfully: "What a useless Japanese man. If you want a cigarette, just ask, No!"
Saying this, a pure white box was thrown towards Touma.
"Hey! Don't throw away metal things!" Touma complained as his hand hurt from being hit, but he didn't get any sympathy at all.
"Aren't you a man if you can't bear this little pain? Smoke one for yourself and return the cigarette case to me!" Haierrou said while looking at the ceiling and blowing smoke rings unconsciously.
"Oh!" Touma scratched his head, smoked a cigarette, put it on his mouth, and returned the cigarette case: "Peace? Peace? The name of this cigarette is so strange, and why is it so thin?"
"Lady's cigarettes, Baga, haven't you seen them? Of course it has a strange name, special supply to the army, special supply!" Haierrou said, shaking the cigarette case in her hand, crossing her hands, and stuffing it.