Chapter 829: The Shadow
Sa Ling came over and Bruna sat on her shoulders.
Sabo has always been afraid of his sister, how dare he talk back, with a submissive look.
After using practical actions to keep Sabo low-key, Sa Ling suddenly looked at Bharat, who was slightly stiff, and carefully put the snacks that were about to be delivered to his mouth back on the table.
Sa Ling didn't speak, but moved her eyes towards the bookshelf.
Buhara couldn't help looking at the bookshelf area. All kinds of books were scattered in a mess, which was a very familiar scene.
Immediately, he smiled wryly, without Sa Ling explaining clearly, he walked to the bookshelf honestly, preparing to put away the scattered books.
Sa Ling's demeanor like a big sister made Wo Jin, Nobunaga, and Men Qi subconsciously restrain themselves a lot.
Bisji continued to read Boys Over Flowers magazines like no one else, and before Luo came back, he could only use such things to pass the time.
"March."
Bruna's tentacles kicked slightly, departed from Sa Ling's shoulder, and floated towards Ma Qi.
Those big black shiny eyes revealed a touch of joy of reunion.
"Bruna."
Maggie stretched out her hands and hugged Bruna gently, and then let Bruna stand on her shoulders.
"Long time no see, how are you?"
Bruna greeted in a soft voice.
"Well, your lingua franca is becoming more and more standard." Marge stroked Bruna's smooth and cool body, and smiled.
"Not only the common language, I have mastered one hundred and twenty languages at present." Bruna said softly.
After hearing Bruna's words, the expressions of Maqi, Wojin, Nobunaga, and Menqi were as follows.
(⊙o⊙)...
What is this?
Wo Jin and Nobunaga were shocked and thought silently.
Men Qi immediately made a judgment: This is not an ingredient.
After a brief silence,
The letter chief asked curiously, "March, who is she?"
"Luo's friend, named Bruna, is a resident of the rock island crab, and her hometown is in the Dark Continent." Madge replied.
"The Dark Continent, is that the place Luo mentioned before?" Wojin asked.
"Ok."
Marge nodded.
Dark Continent...
Men Qi looked at Bruna with a cute face and fell into deep thought.
As a gourmet hunter, she knows some information about the Dark Continent.
After all, for food hunters, unknown seas and unknown continents represent countless unknown ingredients.
However, the Dark Continent is taboo.
Men Qi never imagined that she would see the aborigines of the Dark Continent with her own eyes here.
From the point of view of words and deeds, it is very similar to the Warcraft family with advanced intelligence.
.........
Association Building, Office of the Vice President.
Pariston has been very busy recently, but the act of collecting intelligence has not stopped.
One thing is clear, the killer was not sent by him or Biyang De.
It's just that right now is the time when different factions in the association are fighting fiercely, and the conservatives will inevitably blame the hawks.
But no matter where the deduction is, it is the result that Pariston is happy to see.
Because, he will not be inclined to any kind of result.
Compared with the direction of the conservatives and hawks of the association, Pariston is more concerned about Luo's movements.
He has been paying attention to all the processes.
Including the three A-level wanted criminals who entered the association building just now.
"I never forgot how Porter White lost his arm."
Pariston whispered to himself, then slowly raised his head to look at the ceiling, and suddenly sighed.
"The president is going to be cured, is this what you want to see? Then, what is your original intention to see Luo in the future?"
The "you" here refers to Bi Yangde, and it is determined that the president will be cured because of his unreserved trust in Luo.
"Since the people on that side can't wait to send the killer, it means there is a reason for the can't wait."
"If the plan fails, the pressure will fall on you."
"And the worst outcome is the failure of negotiations."
"What if the people over there can find a 'substitute'?"
Pariston was talking to himself, as if speaking to the air, and as if speaking to himself.
.........
There are many high-rise buildings in the city.
The towering figure is bathed in dazzling light, and shadows are bound to be reflected.
No matter how prosperous a place is, there will always be narrow alleys shrouded in shadow.
Crash.
In the quiet and dark alley, there was the light sound of chains rubbing against each other, and after a while, the sound of steady footsteps gradually became apparent.
A handsome blond boy walked out from the corner of the alley and headed into the depths.
While walking, the pendant under the boy's earlobe shone with a little luster.
This boy is Kurapika.
"Squeak."
At this time, a few fat mice lined up and ran past Kurapika's feet, bypassing the messy boxes covered with mildew, and headed straight for the two trash cans in the corner.
On a box not far away, sat a shirtless, bald man puffing away with a cigarette in his mouth.
Beside the man, several red boxes for empty wine bottles were piled up four or five stories high.
The man looked at Kurapika approaching with extremely focused eyes.
Facing the man's gaze, Kurapika raised his hand and showed the man a small black and white card between his fingers.
After seeing the small card, the man silently looked away.
Kurapika just passed through where the man was, and walked towards a place where the shadows were deeper.
Soon, he came to a wooden door, and an old-fashioned street lamp hung beside it, illuminating the ground in front of the door, but it was so clean that one could see everything at a glance.
Kurapika raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but the wooden door made a soft sound and opened automatically, revealing a section of stairs going down.
To this, Kurapika didn't respond at all, just withdrew his hand and walked in.
Stepping down the stairs, you come to the first floor, which is a duplex bar with slightly dim lights.
A middle-aged man wearing a bartender uniform stood at the bar counter, and the bar's business was quite deserted at this time, with only two customers, a man and a woman.
The man has a conspicuous afro, while the woman looks very young, dressed stylishly and wearing a peaked cap.
These two are the killers of the Heiyan family - Blackhead and Candy.
After Kurapika entered, he immediately glanced at the layout of the bar, remembering the environment and characters in his head.
This is a habit he has gradually developed. Whenever he comes to an unfamiliar environment, he must collect information as soon as possible.
Those two guests are people with the ability to read.
Kurapika didn't pay too much attention to the two guests, and directly focused on the bartender.
"I'm starting to wonder if this is the off-season."
The bartender looked at Kurapika with a half-smile.
Kurapika walked straight over and pressed the card he had shown to the bald man on the table.
The bartender put down the wine glass that was being wiped, took a look at the card under the bar, and said with a smile, "Please wait a moment, before that, would you like something to drink?"
"No thanks."
Kurapika sat directly on the chair in front of the bar.
The bartender stopped talking and put the card into a hidden compartment.
Kurapika moved his ears slightly, and heard the slight sound of the card sliding into the pipe.
At this time, a woman with several scars on her face came out of a small door, holding a tray in her hand, and walked straight towards the first batch of customers in the bar.
When he came to the table, he put down the folded paper on the tray along with the cocktail, then turned and left, leaving behind a burst of aroma.
Heitou took the cocktail and drank it down, then put the paper in his pocket, and followed the candy to the stairs.
“Welcome to visit again.”
The bartender sent off two guests politely.
After a while, the bartender apologized to Kurapika: "Your commission cannot be completed. Due to the consumption of manpower and material resources, we still need to collect 5% of your commission."
Disappointment flashed in Kurapika's eyes, he nodded, took out enough kimonos from his pocket, and walked towards the door.
He is currently trying his best to find information about the whereabouts of Red Eye.
In fact, he didn't have too much expectation when he came here this time. Compared with the other two things, this matter was considered a drop in the road.
The bartender accepted the ring without psychological pressure, looked at Kurapika's back and said, "If there is definite news, as long as you are still willing, you will be exempted from 5% of the amount at that time."
"it is good."
Kurapika didn't stop.