[Izzy] Career

Flower petals are falling in the sky.The bloodshot petals are fluttering.

Qi Ya's eyes were hazy, the colorful lenses were covered with mist, and he couldn't see the world clearly. The silhouette of the black-haired killer was vague and lingering.What is he saying?

Nothing.

The shadow just approached him directly, there was no anger or sadness in his breath, only a frightening coldness.

Qi Ya couldn't see Illumi's expression clearly, he could only feel those black eyes staring straight at him, like the mud soaked in the dark corner of the River Styx, like an altar covered with ancient blood, Full of corrupted bones and pungent blood.Countless transparent undead screamed in terror behind it. They floated, crashed, and wailed miserably. The darkness was still cold, soaked in blood, and turned pitch black.Opaque.

Oh... there is still a glimmer of light left.That hopeless, silvery cold light that ends all temperature.

Death is coming.

With its scythe and its hard heart.

"..." Qi Ya stood in place, motionless, allowing himself to be surrounded by the dark haze.

He no longer wanted to run away, and he no longer wanted to submit immediately in fear. He felt that he had a sudden awakening and wanted to completely end this protracted brotherly rivalry.

To end with death?Qi Ya smiled self-deprecatingly.It sounds weaker than before.He looked up at Illumi, who was so close to him, with cold hands on top of his head.

"Do you want to kill me, big brother? That way you won't be against you anymore..." Qi Ya murmured.The voice was so low that he couldn't even hear himself.

He didn't know if Ilumi heard it, he didn't know what Ilumi was thinking, he looked up at the black-haired killer, still couldn't stop the trembling all over his body.

Illumi's lips curved like a smile.

"You are very brave, Qiya," Illumi said, his inorganic voice piercing the silence in the air. "Brother is very relieved, you have also begun to learn to use psychological tactics and know how to anger your opponent."

Qi Ya opened his eyes wide.

"I was about to get angry," Illumi raised his right hand and glanced at the sharp nails on his middle finger. "It's a good tactic."

Qi Ya frowned.The heart felt like a heavy weight for a moment.This feeling that he tried his best, but was still completely incomprehensible, almost made him cry.

"You're wrong, big brother." Qi Ya said. "you…"

"Qi Ya," Illumi brushed Qi Ya's eyes with his finger, a few drops of salty water stained the killer's slender fingers, he interrupted his younger brother's words, and concluded coldly. "Although you have made progress, it is still far from enough."

"It's not a tactic," Qi Ya laughed softly, with a hint of nervousness. "Why can't you understand? These are very simple human feelings. My friendship with Xiaojie, do you understand why I value Xiaojie very much, because he made me understand what love is, and we are not just companions , even if we are not together, I still miss him and I am willing to give for him. But you don't understand, you don't understand what a relationship is, oh no, you understand, you know exactly what a relationship is, because you can be merciless You are too cold-blooded, big brother, ruthless, you have completely abandoned what humans should have, for your career," Qiya pressed his temple in distress, "Why are you like this, only you— —Even grandpa and papa, they're all killers, but they all make me feel human feelings, but you, why, why are you like this?"

It even makes me feel that you are not a "person", but a knife, a gun, a cold killing machine-why?

"Have you never resisted... the fate of being a killer from birth?"

Illumi seemed to be thinking, but he didn't seem to be thinking about Qi Ya's painful questioning, but thinking about his brother himself. "Qi Ya, you think too much, and your nerves are weak, so you can't face reality directly," he said for a moment, as if thinking of something. "I'm worried that your mental system will go wrong if this continues. Well, this is indeed a problem." Illumi thought for a few more seconds. "So, you should forget those things that bother you, so that you can become an excellent killer and take on the responsibility of being the head of the family. That guy named Xiaojie is the source of your troubles, and you should forget about him."

"Forgot...Xiaojie?" Qi Ya smiled.

"That's right," Illumi said. "This is the best way so far. If you can't do it, I will help you."

"Help me?" Qi Ya laughed loudly, the more he laughed, the more he laughed, but his expression looked painful. Two expressions of crying and laughing were intertwined richly on his face, making him look like a smile who was suffering from torture. Face people.

help me--

"Use your disgusting chanting needle?" Qi Ya stopped laughing suddenly, and said coldly.

"It works very well." Illumi said expressionlessly.

"Illumi, you really are not a normal person." Qi Ya's expression also became cold, throwing away the title of brother, and the darkness instantly armed him from head to toe. "It's so vicious to want to take away other people's precious things so easily."

"It's useless to you," Illumi said.

"Don't be so self-righteous!" Qi Ya said bitterly. "Stop blaspheming...others...I don't care, I don't care anymore. But Xiaojie, the memories with Xiaojie, that is my most precious thing, my treasure, don't even think about it , touch it. If you dare touch it..."

"How?" Illumi's expression changed slightly, and Qiya's extremely serious look caught his attention.

"You are a killer, you are very strong." Qi Ya glanced at Illumi, and a gleam of cold light flashed in his ice-blue eyes.A dark shadow crept over his forehead, he said grimly. "But don't forget, I'm also a killer. If you dare to do that kind of thing, I will definitely kill you."

"Oh?" Illumi slightly raised his eyebrows.

"I will become stronger than you, and then use the vicious things you taught me..." Qi Ya quickly made a gesture, "Dug out your heart and crush it into pieces." A cruel smile appeared on his face lips. "At that time, even you will feel my pain, right?!"

Snowflakes, fragrant snowflakes fell quietly between them.

It fell on Qiya's silver hair.

It landed on Illumi's eyelashes.

It looked as if it was about to melt.

It falls to the ground.The petals have bloodshot bright textures.Like snow once stained with blood.

Warm and sharp.

And pure, and gorgeous.

Yilumi looked at Qiya, who was also smiling, and even in those empty black pupils, there was a hint of admiration.

"If I'm against Xiaojie, will you become stronger than me?" Illumi said lightly. "Although family members are forbidden to kill each other, if you can kill me, it means that you have become stronger, become stronger than me, and become a better killer than me..."

"Then he should kill you now, Illumi."

A gentle and humble voice came from the flower rain.

When did he come, no one noticed.

Qiya and Illumi quickly leaped backwards together.

They hid in the darkness of the wind, and saw a figure appearing in the convergence of light and light, which seemed to be transmitted from afar.A slim suit, an exquisite bow tie, clean blond hair, a handsome face, and a friendly smile on his face.

"Considering that Mr. Illumi here may not necessarily know me, please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Pariston, from the Hunter Association—" Pariston said.

No one answered.

Qiya lurks in the darkness, watching this famous hunter of both reputation and reputation.Pallistone seemed completely unconcerned about the silence of Brother Beaten Ke's refusal to show up, and he glanced at Qiya with a wide smile.That's right, Qi Ya felt that that gaze pierced through the darkness and his concealment, and directly met his gaze.

"Qi Ya, you have a good brother." Pariston looked at Qi Ya's direction and said with a smile. "He is very considerate for you, perhaps, a little too considerate. I think with your character, there are some things you don't want to be kept in the dark. You should want to decide your own destiny and make it yourself. judgment and choice."

Qiya was silent.

"You don't need to believe me, after all, we are not familiar with each other." Pariston continued. "I just want to remind you a few small details, and you will think of something..." Pariston rolled his eyes.Rolling like glass beads in ink. "Why did you suddenly decide to inherit the family business? Ah, you said it, because you wanted to take responsibility. So, don't you think it's a little strange?"

"Why did your friend Xiaojie, who is my good friend, Jin's son, a hunter who takes adventure as his greatest pleasure, suddenly disappear from the world of hunters? You tell everyone, because he missed college, so he went to the exam Yes. Hehe, Qiya, if you think about it carefully, don’t you think this is strange?”

"Or, you haven't thought about it at all?"

Pariston took a deep look in Qiya's direction.

Qi Ya heard his heart thump, thump.

Jay...he does love adventure.Is it strange to go to school?

Strange?

Strange?

Why haven't I thought about it?

I don't seem to care about him as much as before?

why?

"You don't seem to care about Xiaojie as much as before," Pariston said with a smile. "Back then, you were willing to give everything for him, an incomparably touching friendship. But now, you only need to call him once in a while, and Xiaojie has never come to you, right? These things, Don't you find it strange?"

Qiya looked at the petals on the dirt.

Stained with black dirt.Deep, like crimson soil.

His heart trembled involuntarily.

Strange?

he was thinking.

He forced himself to think.

But when he thought of the name Xiaojie, it seemed that there was an invisible but powerful barrier in his mind, preventing him from thinking deeply.

He still remembered the name.He still remembers Xiaojie as his best friend.He also remembered that he would give everything for him.

Strange?

Why didn't he come to play with him?

Strange?

Qi Ya's heart sank down, he became breathless, and his heart suddenly shrank into a ball again, making him shiver non-stop like a high fever.

"Also, you hardly hear from him anymore," Pariston said. "He seems to be blocked from your world, your friend Xiaojie, where is he? Do you remember him? Or is he just a person from the past? Someone who will haunt you, a period that should be cleaned up memory."

Do not……

Do not!

Qi Ya's hands and feet were icy cold.

He tried hard to recall everything after he returned to Kukulu Mountain, and everything before that.The memory seemed to be shrouded in fog, and he could only see the white outline, and the pain and despair slowly emerging from the bottom of his heart, which made him unable to move.

Xiaojie.

Unknowingly, this name has become alienated.

It has become a noun in the name of a friend.

Like when he forgot about Alluka.

Xiaojie...

Qi Ya stood stiffly in place, his blood became as heavy as quicksilver, making him tremble all over.

He still doesn't feel guilty.

Thinking about Xiaojie is in chaos.Like buttons dropped all over the place, messy.

Qi Ya searched hard, rummaging through the cabinet of memories in vain.

Ah... what did he find?

He finds a portrait.The black-haired boy named Xiaojie smiled brightly at him.

Like the brightest sunshine in the world.

He smiled without a trace of reproach.

A drop of water fell on the portrait and spread down the thin dust.

Qiya's fingers were deeply embedded in the soil.He held the portrait tightly, desperately wanting to catch the fading sunshine in his memory.

a long time.

He raised his head and subconsciously looked at the darkness opposite.

Find traces of Illumi.He felt his hands tremble, and his eyes became sharp as knives.

"Qi Ya, you really have a good brother," Pariston sighed softly, "He thinks about everything for you."

"Where is Xiaojie?" Qi Ya came out from the darkness, his face was frozen by the severe cold, he said in an extremely cold voice. "What's up with him?"

"I'm sorry..." Pariston turned around without a trace of surprise, and said to Qi Ya. "he died."

Qi Ya didn't respond.

"Oh? He's dead?" Illumi also came out, he glanced at Qi Ya, and said. "You said a lot of nonsense just now, does that mean that Qi Ya has been concealed?"

"Hehe, Illumi, this is not like your style. You have always been frank and bold," Pariston said with a smile. "Why don't you admit it? Oh, right, you're just a memory, not your body. Then I'll tell Qi Ya, the one who hides it from him is you, so that my younger brother won't kill his best friend because of his elder brother And falling into a state of mental breakdown, use your superb ability of reading needles to gradually erase the traces of Xiaojie's existence."

Illumi looked at Pariston indifferently.

Four eyes facing each other.

Pariston said. "Do you want to kill me? It's a pity that I am just an illusion now."

"Killing people is not for silence." Illumi smiled coldly. "A person can be killed because of self-inflicted, or hubris."

"Sounds like an oracle, Illumi," Pariston smiled. "But you are just a mortal, not a real god of death. No matter how you judge the fate of others, your fate will be judged by your brother. I wish you to be found innocent."

"What he said is true?"

Illumi glanced at Qi Ya, Qi Ya lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, only heard a slight voice.

It seems that the sound is too loud, and it will break a treasure as thin as a cicada's wing.

But although it is slight, it is inexplicably stubborn.

"Let me ask you, would you kill Xiaojie?" Qi Ya said. "Answer me, brother, answer truthfully."

He thought Illumi would hesitate.

But the black-haired killer replied without hesitation. "If it makes you stronger."

"Oh..." Qi Ya raised his head, revealing a beautiful smile.

It's so beautiful, the ice blue eyes that have been dried from tears are as intoxicating as the last touch of blue sky before the setting sun enters the sea.

"As you wish." Qi Ya said.

"Qi Ya, you are too emotional, you tend to lose your composure when confronting enemies..." Ilumi said.

Qiya took a step forward without hearing anything, and pointed to the passage of Paris. "You, answer a few questions for me."

"No problem." Pariston smiled. "Please say."

"When did Xiaojie die?" Qi Ya said.There was no emotion in his voice.

"You go back to beating the enemy's Hakka before." Parisstone replied.

"Why did Illumi kill him?" Qi Ya asked.

"Perhaps for your inheritance?" Pariston said. "You should know this better than me."

"Why didn't anyone tell me the truth?" Qi Ya asked.

"Not many people know about it," Pariston said. "For the Beating Enemy Family, it is not difficult to block such news. In fact, the association has long known that Xiaojie is missing."

"Finally, why do you know? Why did you tell me?" Qi Ya stared at Pallistone and asked viciously.

"How do I know?" Pariston smiled. "Because Jay himself told me. Why should I tell you? Because you're his friend."

"Xiaojie told you?" Qi Ya raised his eyebrows in surprise.After a while, he murmured. "Didn't you say he was dead?"

Pariston looked at Qiya with some sympathy. "That's a very pitiful thing... I'm the only one in the world who sees it."

"Are you a psychic?" Illumi asked suddenly.

"The killer family really knows a lot," Pariston said. "My mind ability-can open the door to that world-this is a popular saying, I can communicate with the dead's mind."

"The thoughts of the dead..." Qi Ya repeated softly, his eyes misty. "Let me see him, let me see Xiaojie."

Pariston seemed a little embarrassed.

"Can't you?" Qi Ya said with a gloomy expression.

"Okay," Pariston said. "But you're coming to my world. Go west, across your graveyard, and that's my world."

The optoelectronic imaging gradually dimmed, and Pariston disappeared.

Qiya stared at the place where he disappeared.Turn around and head west.

"Qi Ya, that's the wrong direction." After a moment of distraction, Illumi's voice sounded.

Qi Ya turned his head, and the black-haired killer was standing behind him, with those same pair of empty eyes that were still pitch black.

Reflecting the blood cherry blossoms floating in the air.

Almost dead silence.

"Take the needle in my head." Qi Ya said without expression.

Illumi was silent.

"Then," Qi Ya said coldly. "Get away from me. Get as far away as possible."

Illumi stretched out her hand wordlessly, and her slender fingers approached Qiya's shoulder inexplicably.

A sting.

The faint blue lightning sizzled, instantly enveloping Qi Ya's whole body.

"I told you to go away." Qi Ya said calmly. "I will prove whether what he said is true. If it is true, we will no longer be brothers in the future, so that we don't have to worry about family rules." Qi Ya smiled lightly. "Really, big brother, maybe this is the last time I will call you big brother. I once thought that being an enemy is actually the most suitable way for us to get along. That way, we don't have to persuade each other, just use knives and blood to solve the problem. gone."

He turned around and walked west.

He could see nothing, not even the portrait he had just clutched in his hand.

Ha... But he still has instincts.

He still walks so lightly, so steadily, with soundless perfect steps and sense of smell.

Killer instinct?Qi Ya thought mockingly in his heart.

The breath of someone chasing after him.

As I said, go away.Qi Ya said silently.Gritting teeth.

The faint blue radio waves shot out to the surroundings in an instant.Submerge the two shadows in bright electric light.

It was a beautiful blue.

Brilliant purple.

With a sharp sound like metal knocking, it broke through the air.

Illumi covered his eyes.

He seemed to see a bunch of bright fireworks blooming in the endless darkness.

Di-

Di-

The piercing alarm pierced the tranquility of Kukulu Mountain at night.

Sheba woke up from her sleep.

Amidst the sirens, his cell phone rang loudly.

Shiba glanced quickly, it was Illumi.

He connected the phone, and Illumi's voice came from the radio.

"...Get Qiya back immediately... Um... The system I set up in the cemetery...is under attack..."

The sound was intermittent and sounded very vague.

"Illumi, are you injured?" Shiba asked.

"No...I heard sirens...what happened...what happened?" Illumi asked.

"The enchantment of the cemetery has been severely damaged." Shiba said calmly. "The exact circumstances are unclear."

"Bring Qiya back...immediately...bring him back..." the other end of the phone said in a hurry.

"You don't have to worry," Sheba said. "I'll take care of it."

With a beep, Illumi has hung up the phone.

The sound of dripping rain in the night sky faintly remained on the airwaves.

The mobile phone fell into a small puddle on the ground. The killer half-kneeled in the rain, holding his head with both hands desperately. He pressed his lips tightly, and his rapid breathing leaked from the gap between his teeth. His eyes were still wide open. , The needle-like pain from deep in his head made his black pupils so dark that they were about to bleed.The raindrops in the air poured down on him, flowing down the strands of black hair, coldly stroking this man who had lost his former elegance.

He was no longer Death at this moment.

Just a mortal man struggling in the rain trying to get up and move on.

He has a splitting headache.

Can't move.

The bone-piercing rain kissed him mockingly.

He became a hideous wandering spirit trapped in the mud of hell.

Just struggling so alone.

Show your teeth and claws.Limbs twisted.

Accompanied by the darkness and cold that he is most familiar with.

But he didn't lie down.become a useless corpse.

He still wants to move forward, he still wants to jump from building to building, and he wants to fly to his destination in an instant, as powerful as he should be.

Heh...the god of death.

He redeemed, he was punished.

But he still seems to have some obsession, it seems that there is something that he can't let go of, and what he holds in his hand makes him still not to be underestimated, as if the thing he can't let go of can make him block and kill God, Buddha Block and kill Buddha.

A card was shot straight at it and pinned to the ground.

"Hey, you seem to be dying, do you need me to help you to go to bliss quickly?" Hisoka sat on a high platform not far away and said with great interest.

Illumi barely stood up and said. "Shut up."

Hisoka jumped down from the high platform. He put his hands in front of his eyes and pinched his fingers into a frame, as if he was watching some interesting performance.The black-haired killer's hair was covered with a trace of thought power, as if they were sucking blood, they gradually turned crimson like blood. "I just found out today that your hair is full of needles. It's terrible, Illumi, your hair is bleeding."

"It's just that the memory has been attacked." Illumi looked at his hair, they had changed from crimson to as deep as charcoal black, and the killer also returned to his expressionless face. "it's good now."

"Oh~" Hisoka rubbed his chin. "What happened to your baby brother? Has he been abducted again?"

The killer gave the magician a cold, sideways look, like a warning.

He turned around.

Hidden in the rain of night.

Even if it's hundreds of miles away.He could still tell that the attack just now came from Qi Ya.

He could tell the difference between anger and hatred.

the truth?

love and hate?

Take off.

leap.

A building was left behind him.

Illumi's heart doesn't throb, and the killer doesn't feel pain.He is the god of death, he is insane, he is convicted, and he deserves to die.

He has never repented, he has not repented, the world is indifferent to him, and he is cruel to the world.He is a killing machine. He divides the instrument into two halves. One half of the instrument reads "Killer Gets Money" and the other half engraves "Guardian Qiya".It's all his bounden duty. When the instrument is turned on, he will go to precise operation.Cut the thorns and thorns.

He lived for it, and he will die for it.

He is selfish.He does not repent.

He doesn't know how to miss his brother, he just thinks of Qi Ya.Think of his eyes, his eyebrows, his gestures, his voice and his smile, think of the danger he's in now, think of him losing his cool, think of his inability to defend himself.The killer thought calmly, without affection.

Blood dripped from Reaper's black hair.

L.

Endless.

With the names of thousands of odd teeth in the needle, mixed into the dark rainwater that no one knows.

Snapped.

Illumi jumped up.

leap.

Leave the reinforced concrete jungle behind.

He walked so fast, as if he had forgotten the weakness that the killer should not have.

He leaped high, as if defying the barrier of distance, and then fell hard into the abyss engraved with silver-haired blue-eyed smiles.

To pieces?

Heh...to pieces.