Hunter Doujin - Rainy Day Secret

About ten minutes ago, Vino's residence on Jinyu Street.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Miss Volta, I just sorted out some things for Mr. Vino in the attic, and I didn't hear your knock on the door." It was Eisen who came through the teleportation array to open the door.

"I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but I have something urgent to find Mr. Vino." Volta was anxious. "It's very important." She emphasized again.

"Ah, this is not easy." Eisen scratched his hair, "To tell you the truth, Mr. Wei Nuo is not feeling well these days, and he went to another place to recuperate."

Volta was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect this result. "Ah, that's right." She murmured.

"Then, please, if Mr. Vino comes back, please notify me as soon as possible." She was slightly relieved, but felt vaguely that something was wrong.

"Okay, sure, Mr. Vino will recover early because of Miss Volta's concern."

"Oh, and," Volta scolded himself for his carelessness, "if, I mean, if you meet that man in the bookstore in the morning to visit Mr. Vino, please be sure not to meet him."

Prior to this, Hisoka had completely concealed his aura. Hiding in the dark, he found that when Volta mentioned "the man I met in the bookstore", Eisen's pupils suddenly constricted.It seems that Volta's actions are likely to be in vain.

"Ah, good, good."

"Thank you very much!"

"No, I should be the one thanking you for Mr. Vino."

Just as Volta was about to turn around and leave, Hisoka stepped forward.Suddenly, a powerful and malicious pressure emanated from his body, rushing towards Eisen.

Eisen's face suddenly turned pale, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his limbs began to tremble.It's not that he has never seen a strong man, but he seems to have never seen someone like the man in front of him.

Volta was about to say something, but closed his mouth after meeting Hisoka's eyes.

"From now on, I'll ask you to answer, if the answer is wrong..." Hisoka licked the card lightly, "I'll kill you~"

"First question, isn't that man named Vino in the house?"

Eisen opened his mouth, but made no sound.He was in a dilemma, if he didn't say it, it would mean death, if he said it, he would be betrayed.Although he has not been with Mr. Wei Nuo for a short time, he is very clear about Wei Nuo's methods and the fate of the betrayer. When the time comes, not only will he be decapitated, but his family members may also lose their lives.

If he is clear-headed, he may choose to sacrifice himself to save his family.But obviously, God was not giving him a choice.The thought pressure exerted by Hisoka suddenly increased, and a "yes" came out of his mouth.

"He went to see Kuroro, um~ is that the man you met in the bookstore?"

"To be precise, no. Mr. Vino invited Mr. Berg, and Mr. Berg has already gone to the appointment." Once the betrayal begins, there is no turning back, so it seems that it is not so difficult to answer the following questions .He answered cautiously, for fear that he might make a wrong word.

"Very well, then, one last question. Where did you come from just now?"

Eisen's eyes began to dodge, even if he betrayed Mr. Wei Nuo, but so far, Wei Nuo didn't know about it.Facing the strength gap with the man in front of him, that teleportation array became his only escape route.He gritted his teeth, not daring to say a word, fearing that once he opened his mouth, the hard breath he had held back would be gone.

"Hmm ~ let me guess ~" For Hisoka, this seemed to be a somewhat simple question, he flipped the poker in his hand in boredom, "Just now there was no popularity in the room, after Volta twisted the doorknob, , the thought force attached to the handle dissipated, and then there was a wave of thought power in the basement. If the thought power on the doorknob was to activate a certain transmission mechanism, it would involve the sporadic nature of the event, which is obviously unreasonable. Hmm~ If it is separated ..."

Hisoka didn't go any further, Eisen's expression said everything. "No, how could you..."

Nothing is impossible, and the pace of the hour hand is gradually approaching the trajectory of fate.

The author has something to say: It seems that my west and my group are about to meet~ Think about it, is it a little bit of anticipation~