[Izzy] Career

Sheba, you know what, everyone needs security.

The night melts.

At the end of the darkness, a transparent azure blue is revealed, and the sunlight is scattered.

Shiba ran towards the dazzling blue lake.He heard laughter, his own laughter, the laughter of childhood.

Oh... Shiba frowned in his sleep.

He was running fast, and suddenly, someone stopped him.Those hands were warm, and he missed them, but the cold wet touch between the fingers, the young Xiba turned his head, and the black-haired boy was looking at him with a smile, blood dripping from his fingertips, black blood , patter.

elder brother……!

The young silver-haired child's eyes widened.

The black-haired boy raised his hand to his lips, licking the blood on his hand.He narrowed his eyes, and his beautiful black pupils showed a quivering smile, as if he was planning a little prank.He held out his hand to Sheba.You also eat and watch.

Oh, the smell of death.

Shiba stuck out his tongue, and Yisha watched narrowly as his younger brother sucked his finger, as if enjoying the moment in front of him very much.

Unappetizing.Shiba said.He snorted in disgust.

I looked at the family tree.The black-haired boy raised his hand and carefully observed his blood-stained finger, as if there was some amazing secret on it.

You know what, Sheba, our family--the Beatles are a strange family.The history of this family is like a history of morbid mental illness.The dark-haired boy smiled, his smile was sincere, he just smiled brightly while talking about the dark side of the family, as if it was an interesting story that had nothing to do with him. Fifty years ago, there was a guy nicknamed Count Dracula in the family, Yisha said.Because his ability to kill is the same as that of a vampire, he likes to suck blood, like a bat.

Shiba tilted his head and listened curiously.

Others like to make beautiful corpses into statue-like collectibles.Shiba, your room used to house those statues.Seeing his younger brother's startled look, Yisha became even happier.He went on to add that he liked to sleep with his collection every day, so after the guy died, he was made into a statue and placed with his collection.This is what he requested in his will.

Why?Shiba's eyes widened.

Because... Yisha tilted his head, still looking a little malicious.

Shiba smiled in his sleep, and he saw that wicked brother again, teasing himself seemed to be his inexhaustible pleasure, he saw that nostalgic smile slightly raised on the corners of the black-haired boy's lips, with a sweet smile on his face. Another playful arc.

Because that can give him a sense of security.Isha said.

A sense of security... the young Sheba repeated.

Everyone needs a sense of security, and the source of each person's sense of security is different.Isha said.Generally speaking, familiar things give people a sense of security.We are a family of killers, so many killers rely on things related to killing to find a sense of security.

Yisha leaned closer to his younger brother, his obsidian-like pupils gleamed faintly.Will you too, Sheba, become a murderer?demon?

Shiba pouted a little depressed.What about you, brother, why do I think you made up a bunch of stories to lie to me?You have become a murderer, you have been on missions recently...

Yisha raised his hand and tried to put on a cold expression, but he still failed.I kid you not, Ishaan said solemnly, every killer needs a strange sense of security.

What is your sense of security?Shiba asked reluctantly.He felt that Yisha had been waiting for him to ask this question, and sure enough, the black-haired boy's smile became stronger.

My sense of security is you.Yisha picked up his younger brother and kissed Xiba on the face.My dear brother, the person I love the most is you.

Although Shiba was used to Yisha's sudden passionate confession, he still blushed.

We are boys, brother.Shiba said.

I just want to have you.Yisha said as if no one was there.We will never be apart.Shiba, together forever.

There was a smile in the big black eyes.

Shiba woke up.

Those eyes, which looked like holes in the pharaoh's mask, still lingered in his mind.

Isha is a bad boy.

In the history of beating the enemy's family, the passionate and unrestrained Yisha is the one who is out of place.

He likes to bully his younger brother.

In Shiba's memory, Yisha would always take away the best toys, his beloved jigsaw puzzles, the first to occupy the best weapons, and by the way, also take away the most dangerous tasks.

The young Shiba often stood behind Ishaan and heard his brother's shout.Shiba, don't go too far from me.Shiba, run.Sheba, get to safety.Shiba, don't be brave...

Thirty years later, he still often dreams of Ishaan, and the image of the black-haired boy has never faded in his mind.But for some reason, the dream tonight made him feel a little bit uneasy.

He looked at Kiqiu beside him, her eyes were tightly closed, she was fast asleep as if she was afraid of something.

The moonlight shone on her bandage-covered face, revealing a strange paleness.

Shiba put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

Kukulu Mountain shrouded in night is extremely quiet.

He walked out of the house and unexpectedly saw Jeno at the door.

Jeno was wearing a coat, standing in the yard looking at the starry sky in a daze.

"You also dreamed of him?" Jeno said leisurely without turning his head.

Shiba walked up to the old man and stood still. "right."

Jeno snorted coldly. "It's kind of weird."

"..." Sheba recalled the dream. "We miss him so much."

"How's Kijo?" Geno said.

"Still the same," Shiba said. "I can't wake her up at night."

"She will, too," Geno said. "Everyone has been having some strange dreams recently." He paused, "Illumi should be called back. We need to find out what he's doing outside."

"Dad," Sheba said. "It's just a dream. It has nothing to do with Illumi."

"It's just a dream?" Jeno squinted at Sheba. "Have you forgotten that person's ability?"

"How could it be?" Shiba stared at the pool in front of him, "Dreams are the reflection of human subconsciousness, through the ability to invade and interfere with the thinking waves in sleep, so as to modify people's dreams and subconsciousness. The most covert assassination technique. My brother Yisha...was the top hypnotist when he was alive."

"Terrible ability." The old man commented coldly. "Are you sure Illumi doesn't have this kind of ability? He and that person have the same genes."

Shiba shook his head. "The system of telekinetic ability does not depend entirely on genes, acquired experience and personal personality factors are also very important. Although Illumi's ability is also of the mental control type, he is a manipulator with the ability to release the telekinetic power through a medium. , is very different from Yisha. You know, Yisha is a trait type. They are very different, they are completely two people. And, the most important point is that the brother...is dead, even if he is still alive, he will A staunch guardian of the family, Illumi is the same, I never doubted that."

Jeno twirled his beard, Shiba looked at his father, the beard trembled slightly in the night wind, it used to be gray, but now it is snow white, the old man raised his eyes, those eyes were still shining brightly, only the corners around the eye sockets Wrinkles can no longer hide the years he has gone through.

"Shiba, you have been inheriting the family business for so many years. I think you have done a great job," Jeno stared at the dark night ahead, "but you have a big weakness in handling family affairs."

Shiba folded his arms, and the moonlight cast his shadow on the ground. It was stretched extremely huge, like the demigods of those tragic heroes in ancient Greek mythology. "Compared to you, I am indeed a bit emotional." Shiba said calmly.

"It seems that you don't realize your problem." Jeno turned his head and looked directly at his son. "It's right to show affection to your family, but you are too superstitious about one thing. Too superstitious about bloodlines!"

"..." Shiba was silent.

"Do you still remember the reason why Qiya ran away from home for the first time and was brought back by Illumi? You believed that he was your son. This time you insisted on agreeing to Ilumi's departure, but ask What he does in the outside world is to believe that he shed the blood of that person. And even if that person is dead, you still believe that the blood of the family flows in his tomb. But you have to understand that these are just superstitions."

Shiba was shocked.

Superstition—often an obsession born out of good wishes.

Because of his brother?The one who can be absolutely trusted, the one who pours all his affection into him, the one who dies for him.It made him believe in the magic of blood, almost obsessed.

"Xiba, you have read the history of this family, you should understand that blood is a nonsensical reason, the people who beat the enemy family all shed the blood of killers, the blood of this family, but those who betrayed the family business, and even betrayed the family itself, There are plenty of people. Blood is the bond that binds the family together, through which the parent and head of the family can instill the principles, beliefs and spirit of the family in all members, but one day they will grow up and have their own beliefs, if They have accepted the principles and beliefs of the family, and they will guard the family, if they cannot accept it, they may abandon it, even if they shed the purest blood of beating the enemy!"

Shiba silently looked at the swaying shadows of the branches on the ground, Jeno turned his head to stare at him, and said.

"Remember, people are fickle."

"Especially for members who leave the family's influence and protection, they may encounter a dilemma. In that case, not everyone will choose to maintain the family. Use your mind to make judgments and control the overall situation, trust trustworthy Strength, cut off the fetters that should be cut off, don't be obsessed with anything, don't be obsessed with the blood of the beater. This family is strong because of the calm and fearless killers, not because of the name beater."

Shiba looked at his father, eyes met, Shiba sighed in his heart, this old man is old, but at certain moments he still makes him feel in awe, time has taken away part of his agility and energy, but gradually Walking to the graveyard, he finally became a perfect enemy beater.Can completely separate emotion and reason, and never confuse them.

"Let Illumi come back," Xiba took out his phone, "I still won't ask him about his actions outside, but he should understand that after Qiya officially inherits the family business, he still has responsibilities to the family."

The night wind came.

Di-

Jeno-Beating the Enemy, this killer who has been walking between life and death for nearly a hundred years, his white hair is ups and downs in the faint moon shadow, he listens to the melodious ringtone of his mobile phone, his extremely quiet posture is like a cheetah lurking in the forest, keenly Capture every trace of information that is dangerous to this family.