[Izzy] Career

It was a great sunshine.

It comes from all directions, comes with the wind, comes with the rain, sprinkles from the blue sky, and rises lightly from the greenness of the treetops and branches.The sun meets the window of a small wooden house. It is purely handmade, with iron nails that have just been replaced, vines covering the roof, beams exuding the smell of fresh wood, and some rusty wind chimes fluttering in the wind, as if you can hear the owner talking The scene of working outside the hut is full of laughter.

There are birds singing on the chimney.

There are butterflies flying.

Everything is alive and well.It seems that the owner has been away for the weekend and will be back tomorrow morning.

Walking in the summer sun.sweat.

bright.

Shiba reached out to pull out some newly grown weeds, turned around and walked into the cabin, took out the broom at the door, and cleaned the dust accumulated on the walls and the door.

Long time no see.He silently swept the dust aside.Putting down the broom, walking to the back of the house, looking around, you can have a panoramic view of the entire Kululu Mountain Range. The grand sun shines on Xiba's silver hair, eyebrows, and bridge of nose. A clean tombstone.

The ashes are so thick.Sheba thought.There have been too many things recently.

It might be a bit lonely to be here alone, right?But this place is very sunny, you can't go wrong with the location you choose, because you are very cunning and always take the best toys and weapons, right, haha...

Shiba smiled slightly and stopped thinking.

Entering the hut, the furnishings in the room are simple, the beams are very old, but the floor and furniture are still [-]% new. It seems that the owner of this room suddenly left the door halfway through the construction, and did not come back until a long time later, hiding this place. In the mountains, a toy house with unique scenery is built.

The translucent glass windows filled the cabin with sunlight, and Shiba sat down at the table.

He looked up and stared at the pictures on the wall.

In the photo are two boys of similar age, the older one is about seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and tall, with thick black hair and a pair of big black eyes embedded in his pale face. Lumi is exactly the same.

But the black-haired boy in the photo is smiling happily, his clear black eyes are staring at something unknown in the distance, and beside him is a huge canine beast, its eyes are cold and open The mouth opened to reveal sharp teeth, but the huge body was lying docilely beside the black-haired boy. The boy grabbed the big dog's fur with one hand, and put his arm around a silver-haired boy who was a few years younger than himself.His strength seemed to be great, the silver-haired boy's face was a little reddened, but he had a happy expression on his face, and his fluffy hair brushed against the black-haired boy's bright and wicked smile.

Everyone who walks into the photo assumes, almost without a second thought, that this is a pair of close brothers.

The grand sunshine illuminated the frame, and the black-haired boy hugged his younger brother and smiled brightly. The smile had already turned yellow in the photo, but it was still swaying freely in the golden sunlight.

There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of Shiba's mouth.

A few obvious coughs came from the door, interrupting the contemplation of beating the enemy Hakka master.

"Here it is again," Jeno pushed open the door and walked in. "I knew you'd probably be here."

The old man is already old, but years of hard training and professional career make him still walk lightly.

"Oh, Dad," Sheba stood up. "I haven't been here for a long time before I know it, there are almost spider webs."

Jeno glanced around the room. "You've cleaned it all. Why don't you ask the housekeeper to arrange for someone to come over every day?"

Shiba glanced at the old man and said. "Yisha doesn't like a bunch of servants around him." He smiled. "My brother is a naturalist, and he also likes to do carpentry. If people come to wander around his territory, he will only find it troublesome."

"Hi..." Jano said, approaching the photo on the wall. "How can there be so much particularity. He has never been a particular person, let alone when he is dead."

"I'll ask someone to arrange it," the old man said. "Don't worry, the children will not know."

"Dad," Sheba said. "Let me do it myself, I think Yisha will be happy." After a pause, he said again. "I can do that for him, too."

Jeno didn't look back. "It's up to you..." He said as if he had expected it.

The sun hits the floor.

on the wall.

Gives off a metallic warm glow.

Together they turned to the pair of young brothers on the wall.The dark-haired boy laughed and watched them in silence.

Jeno was in a daze for a while.opened the mouth.

"resembles."

He squinted his eyes, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were crowded together, as if he wanted to see more clearly. "so similar…"

Shiba didn't speak, and after a while, nodded his head in agreement.

"Hey... Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for a long time." Jeno murmured. "But somehow, ever since Illumi left home, I keep dreaming about him."

"Dad, you miss your elder brother too." Xiba whispered.

Geno neither denied nor admitted.

"I think, Sheba," Geno said. "I used to think that way, but I didn't say it. I know that people in our family are all stubborn, and it's useless to reason about what we believe."

Shiba smiled. "Dad, what do you want to say?"

"This time Illumi left home to develop on his own, and I was a little worried about him, but to be honest, I am happy." Jeno said.He looked at the photos, but his eyes through the vicissitudes of life penetrated the glass and wooden boards, looking at the long past or the unknown future.

"It's been almost 30 years, but I still feel that this incident was a bit too cruel for you... I shouldn't have promised Yisha at that time, that child's thinking is always a bit weird."

"When a person dies, he should die. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature. This kind of thing should probably not be forced by manpower. We are in this business, and life and death should be taken lightly." Jie Nuo looked at the photo and laughed brunette boy, said. "But I was too young at that time, he begged me like that..."

Jeno paused suddenly.The sunlight reflected on the glass was too glaring, making him dazed for a moment.

The dimple of the dark-haired boy.There was blood, there was sweat, blood and sweat mixed together.

dad.

I think that's fine.

Brother... Shiba is fine.

I think that's fine.

He spoke like that, as if he felt no pain, no sense of emptiness.He was dying, but still with a tinge of undisturbed joy that a killer shouldn't deserve.

But I feel sorry...

that's too regretful.

You must not understand my regret.

I died so early.I will never see you again.

Never see my brother again.

I can't see my brother getting stronger.

Inherit the family business.

Shiba...I don't trust him, he's too young, I don't trust him.

I will die like this, and I will die with regret.

Brother, you will also blame yourself.

dad.

I'm so sorry...

You promised me to find a way to use my cells to let me live again.

Although I won't remember my brother, I can still be with him.

I can still see my brother's son.

It must be very similar to Shiba... a silver-haired, willful guy.

Haha...I want to see that day.

dad.

give me a hand.

Please.

The black-haired boy was covered with blood-oozing bandages, his voice was very low, very low, but his beautiful black eyes were still smiling, as if he saw the future he expected.

Please.

……

"Dad, don't think about it." Sheba said. "There's nothing to regret."

Jeno sighed. "There's really no way to regret it."

"It's fine now," Sheba said. "Every time I see Illumi, I have the illusion that Yisha is still alive. Although their personalities are completely different, Yisha loves to laugh and is a bad boy, hehe," Shiba looked up at the photo with a sly look on his face. Smiling brunette boy. "At first I thought Illumi would be the same, but I didn't expect it to be completely different."

"This feeling is amazing." Shiba said in a daze. "It seems to be watching Yisha grow up. Although it's not him, he probably wants to be like this."

So you can never forget him.

Never forget that he died for you.

For the rest of my life, I will only remember his kindness.

Reminds you of his presence every moment.

No one can make you really leave the memory.

Jeno thought silently.

The black-haired boy lay in a pool of blood and looked at him slyly, as if sad, but with a kind of complacency.He looked at the world like that, as if he could see it through, and it seemed that there was too much worldly world that could not be let go and could not be freed.He was holding Sheba's hand as he was dying.

The black eyes gradually froze.

Into a pair of empty, godless dark holes.

Selfish child.Jano thought.But when I think about it this way, it feels a little unspeakably painful.It was as if the dark-haired shadow in the photo was looking at him.He held his younger brother's hand tightly, stubbornly, unwillingly, and shouted to the world that he would not let go even if he died.

Reminds Geno of his last look.Let him believe that if he does not agree, the child will turn into a ghost and cannot rest in peace.

The old man finally said nothing.

He glanced at Shiba, his son in his prime was calm.

"I didn't think Illumi resembled your brother before," Jeno said after a moment. "It wasn't like that at all from the start."

"That's right, they look exactly the same. From a biological point of view, they are almost the same person. It can be seen how accidental a person's character and fate are. Illumi is not only different from Yisha, but completely opposite."

I was very relieved at that time, actually.Jano thought.The family motto since ancient times made him warn himself not to put his feelings for the dead over the living. The dead will return his soul to the ancient family, and the continuation of the blood depends on the living, the living, and the living. down people.

They are a family that lives with death, but too many lessons and history warn the successors of this family: don't be obsessed with the dead, and don't be obsessed with everything that has passed away.Because they are so familiar with the smell of death, this dangerous obsession can lead to the destruction of the whole family.

So Jano was relieved when he found out that Illumi was nothing like the dead black-haired boy, he thought he was a ruthless father, but that's what had to be, as an old fashioned beater, to guard the family, He was willing to bury one of his sons forever.

"But then I don't think so." Jeno said calmly. "Ever since Qiya was born, I've been seeing the shadow of that child in Ilumi."

"Qi Ya..." Xi Ba looked at the old man thoughtfully.

"You didn't find out? You should have found out too." Jeno said. "Although there are several younger brothers, Illumi's feelings for Qiya are very special. He has always been a calm child, but he cares too much about Qiya, and pays too much attention to this younger brother, from the beginning. You should remember that Qiya was born That night, Illumi's expression, the look in his eyes after he came back after finishing the intruder." Jeno sighed. "It's so similar. I can't forget that the way he looked at Qi Ya was the same as that time...that time..."

"It's the same as the way my brother looked at me at that time." Shiba said.

Totally forget me.

Willing to die for it.or more.

Jeno looked tired.

"I've been keeping an eye on the kid since then," he said.

Shiba nodded, seeming to understand clearly.

They were silent for a while.

Jeno said. "Did you ever plan to tell them about it? Illumi or Chiya?"

"No." Shiba said.He turned his head to look at the old man, Jeno's silver hair had faded even lighter, maybe it should be called white hair, Shiba stared at him with an almost gentle expression. "Father, you are also like me. You feel sorry for your brother. Don't deny it. I didn't know it back then, but after I became a father, I understood. At that time, you sacrificed your brother for me and for this family. You must also It hurts so much, that's why I agreed to his request."

"Hi..." Jeno shook his head, signaling Sheba to stop talking.

"I've wanted to say these words for a long time," Shiba said stubbornly. "But I was always afraid that mentioning my brother would make you sad, so I didn't say it."

Jeno was silent.

"Frankly, I used to resent you for doing that," Sheba said. "That was a long time ago. Not long after my brother died. Whenever I see Illumi, I think of Ishaan's death. It keeps reminding me that I can't forgive myself for a second .It was indeed a painful past... I thought that I would live with a sense of guilt for the rest of my life, and it would be difficult for me to shoulder the responsibilities of my family."

"But I don't know when, probably when Qi Ya was born. I no longer feel suffering."

"Don't be obsessed with the past. This is what you taught me. I still miss my brother, and I will never forget him," Shiba smiled easily, as if smiling at the black-haired boy who had been dead for a long time. "Otherwise he will be angry and hit me."

"But none of this has anything to do with Illumi. Although the DNA is the same, he is a completely different person. He doesn't need to know Ishaan's wishes, let alone follow Ishaya's path. Maybe I have thought selfishly , let him protect Qiya all the time, maybe it's good. Dad, you think so too, let Illumi stay by Qiya's side, just like my brother was by my side back then, then the family will have a barrier. Are you Do you think so?"

Jie Nuo didn't speak, it was his tacit consent.

Shiba sighed.

"That's pathetic."

Jeno's shoulders trembled slightly.

"Let Illumi go his own way," Sheba said. "He has the idea of ​​leaving home, very good... If he stays at home, maybe he and Qiya will repeat the fate of my brother and me."

"Let Illumi go, Dad."

"Is this your decision?" Geno said.

"Yes." Shiba said.

"You are the head of the house, you can make decisions." Jeno smiled.

If fate can be changed.He took one last look at the laughing black-haired boy in the frame, who watched him silently in the cold light of the sun reflected off the glass.

The hotel rooms are brightly lit.

A blond man in casual clothes with a relaxed expression was looking outside the glass curtain wall, fascinated by the patterns on the corridor.He smiled when he saw a dark-haired figure quietly appearing at the end of the corridor.

"Stand back." He said to the burly bodyguards on both sides.Immediately stood up.

"Mr. Illumi, you haven't changed at all."

The blond-haired youth greeted the black-haired killer who approached blankly with a wide smile.

"Have we met?" Illumi nodded and sat down on the chair. "The last time you were in the Sky Arena?"

"Ah-ha, that time counts," Pariston also sat down gracefully. "I'm talking long ago—when we weren't even hunters."

"..." Ilumi searched his memory, but found no relevant information.

"I visited the noble house when I was a child," Pariston looked at the man across from him with interest, "I was lucky enough to get elbowed by you."

Illumi's dark eyes looked up alertly.

"Aha, don't get me wrong," Parisstone laughed. "I mean that we don't know each other. Speaking of which, you are still a beacon in my life. If I hadn't seen your skills at that time, I might be a university professor now."

After finishing speaking, he showed a harmless smile.

Too much nonsense.Illumi thought. "Is there anything I can do for you today?" He said simply. "For raising money, I remember that the deadline has not yet come."

"Huh," Pariston smiled. "Where did you go? I just want to show my respect. But if you are in a hurry, let's make a long story short. I invite you here, maybe to provide you with some useful information."

"Information?" Illumi raised his eyebrows.

Pariston nodded with a smile. "I have three pieces of information. But I don't know which one you need, so it's up to you to choose."

"The first is the investigation report on the attack on the Sky Arena."

"The second is the whereabouts of the person who released your pigeons—Mr. Hisoka."

"The third one is about you—a secret."

After speaking, Pariston looked at the black-haired killer leisurely. "Honestly, I wish you had chosen the third."

"Why?" Illumi raised the teacup and sniffed it, it was not poisonous.He took a slow sip.

"Because of the first information, you must be investigating it yourself, and the Beating Enemy family will also be investigating it. It will be a matter of time before you get the information." Pariston said.

"What about the second copy?" Illumi asked calmly.

"For the second information, you must be investigating it yourself. Given your familiarity with Mr. Hisoka, he may come to you on his own initiative, so it will be a matter of time before you get it." Pariston said with a smile.

Illumi laughed too.

"I think you're very interesting." He said directly what was in his heart.

"It's an honor," Pariston said. "Therefore, there is only the third piece of information that is really valuable to you."

The black-haired killer stared at the man in front of him coldly.

half an hour. "But I know myself pretty well," Illumi said. "I don't need anyone to tell me."

"Mr. Illumi," said Pariston. "The ancient philosophers said, people, know yourself. None of us can say that we fully understand ourselves."

"I'm not interested," Illumi said.

Pariston laughed. "As expected of a killer, he can withstand temptation."

Illumi shrugged. "There is one thing that interests me a little bit," said the killer. "Why do you want to sell me the third intelligence so much?"

"That's because..." Pariston said with a smile. "I would very much like to get to know you and be your friend."

"Friend?" Illumi said blankly. "I do not need."

"That's a shame," Pariston said, not looking disappointed. "But I will not give up. Therefore, I will always prepare the three pieces of information for you, and you can come and get them at any time."

"Oh?" Illumi glanced at the blond man. "The transaction price?"

"There's no price," said Pariston, smiling. "It's just that you owe me a favor."