[Tutor] Kongyu name

Seats clustered towards the stage in layers like a grand theater.At this time, there were already many people inside, so I had to pick an empty seat in the back row and sit down.

A brochure had been placed on the seat in advance, and I picked it up and opened it. There are several pages in total, and each page has a product printed on it.I don't know what kind of materials were used for printing. Even in such a dark environment, the above pictures and English and Italian text descriptions are still clearly visible.

These are the commodities that will be auctioned today, and this theater is the famous underground weapons auction in Rome.

It's really strange to think about it, the more invisible the place, the stricter the rules, the more it can attract rich and powerful people.

I glanced at the man sitting not far to the right. Although he didn't have any items on his hands that could identify him, the cufflinks on his cuffs were the anniversary editions of the famous Italian luxury brand recently. Not everyone can have it.

He was turning his head and whispering something to the person beside him, but the other person didn't respond, and sat there motionless with his chest folded.

The man sat back after he finished speaking, and I hurriedly turned my gaze elsewhere. At this moment, a man who looked like a host walked onto the stage.

Sure enough, it's all Italian...

I didn't even bother to listen, and concentrated on studying the pamphlet in my hand. The first item was the file that was said to have assassinated Princess Sissi, and the second item was a B-rank Arashi ring.

I don't know if the competition in the first auction was too fierce. When the ring came up, the venue was quiet. After the auctioneer finished speaking, there was still no sign for a long time.

But thinking about it, the ring is not something that most people can use, and although B-level is easier to use than C-level and D-level, it is not as precious as A-level.

I loosened my stiff shoulders and slowly raised the number plate in my hand.

The auctioneer's eyes immediately shot to this side, and even the cuff button man next to me glanced at me.I pretended not to notice and continued to stare at the booklet in my hand.

On the stage, the auctioneer shouted the price three times excitedly, and finally made a final decision.A member of staff came to record the number for me, and asked me to pay for the goods after the whole auction was over.

I completed these procedures in silence, and focused on the last auction item - an A-level cloud attribute ring and matching box weapon.

Unlike before, this time the auctioneer had just called out the reserve price, and immediately saw the bidding plates stand up one after another, and the price rose again and again.As expected of Italy, the hometown of the Mafia, even if the auction was not specifically for box weapons, there were still so many knowledgeable people sitting in the auction.

I don't know how far the price has soared. The number of bidders finally gradually decreased. After the last person finished bidding, there was a silence for three seconds. The auctioneer shouted a number on the stage, and when he was about to shout a second time, a nice voice A male voice came from the right.

This voice... have you heard it somewhere?

I was stunned, and subconsciously turned my head to look.The man with cufflinks who couldn't see his face clearly was holding the number plate in his hand, and the corner of his mouth under the mask showed a confident arc.

I didn't understand the numbers because the numbers were too complicated, but the atmosphere in the venue froze all of a sudden, and even the auctioneer choked for a moment before slamming the hammer on the stage unusually and calling out a new bid.

No one raised the sign again, and the ring and weapon box were put into the cufflinks man's bag.

The entire auction ended smoothly, because the handover procedures for each commodity were carried out independently, so I didn't see the man with the cufflinks and his companions.By the time I came out along the exit-only passage, I was already standing on the square directly in front of the Pantheon, and as far as I could see, there was only a bar with dim lights on.

I took off my camouflage wig in the shadows in the corner, changed into a coat, and walked out into the street with my hands in my pockets.

But who were those two men just now?Where did you hear the voice that called the price at the end?

I couldn't remember it all the time, and in a trance, I didn't even notice someone approaching from behind until the two dark shadows covered the light above my head.

I froze, and when I realized it, I was surrounded by left and right.

Is it simple robbery?Still know that I have a box on me?

I quickly observed the movements of these two people, and at the same time looked at the surrounding environment.It was a long street, and I just passed an intersection, but the back road was blocked, and the nearest intersection in front was at least 50 meters away. It was obviously not feasible to race two men for 50 meters.

However, no rings were found on them, only one of them put his hand in his pocket, and something pressed against the fabric of the pocket, revealing a sharp arc.

The two whispered to me in a low voice, but they didn't respond to me for a long time, and they probably understood that I didn't understand, so they just reached out and grabbed my bag.

Immediately, I became anxious, hugged my backpack desperately, and at the same time kicked the man closest to me with a kick.He was obviously caught off guard, and was kicked to the ground in an instant. The other person's expression immediately became ferocious, and he raised his knife and was about to charge towards me.

Just at this moment, a strong wind mixed with purple light howled, hit the face of the man holding the dagger without warning, and threw him flying.

And that person happened to bump into the companion who was just about to get up, and the two of them hit the ground together, with a muffled bang, and soon there was no movement.The airflow gradually subsided, and what appeared behind the purple light was a hedgehog floating in mid-air.

The box weapon of the cloud attribute, could it be the one that was auctioned off just now?

I turned my head reflexively, and there were two young men standing in the shadows.The black-haired one slowly withdrew his right hand that was pressed against the mouth of the box, and purple flames could still be seen on the middle finger ring.

"Wow, not bad."

The other one with blond hair was maintaining a strange posture in the middle of running, turning around and complaining in a very speechless way: "Gongmi..."

It turned out to be Japanese? !

I opened my eyes wide in an instant, and subconsciously blurted out: "You..."

I recognize them, and although the black-haired man only met once three years ago, the looks of these two people cannot be completely forgotten.

"Mr. Dino?"

The blond man running towards me was stunned for a moment, and then showed a sudden realization expression: "Isn't this Akutagawa!" He helped me up, looked at me seriously, and after confirming that I was not injured, he was relieved and hearty He smiled and said, "It's really a coincidence, but why are you still outside so late?"

Before I could answer, the black-haired young man he called "Gongmi" strode forward past us: "I'm going back first."

"Hello Gongmi!" Dino called out, but the other party didn't stop walking, so he sighed habitually, and turned to me again, "Let's go, where do you live? I'll take you back."

I told Dino that I was traveling in Italy because I ended my exchange program in Switzerland, and he didn't think too much about it. Both of them deliberately avoided the topic of the box weapon until I returned to the hotel smoothly.

I don't know whether I should ask questions about Sawada Tsunayoshi, but after so long, I finally met someone related to him, and those silent thoughts are about to move again.

How is he?What is he doing now?

I looked at the brightly lit hotel lobby and then back at Dino.He seemed to be thinking about something too, frowned slightly, and finally looked at me solemnly and said: "There is something... Although Ah Gang asked me to keep it secret, since I met you, I think I should tell you."

I didn't react for a while, so I subconsciously asked him: "What's the matter?"

"The murderer from a year ago...has been found." Dino pondered for a while, and said in a low voice, "It's an illusionist, but it's neither from Fontana nor from Vongola."

Who is behind him?

Looking at the young man's eyes, I guess he knows something, but he doesn't intend to tell me.

In fact, when I was just discharged from the hospital, I also thought about finding out the truth, but considering that I couldn't reveal the agreement with Gangji, and I didn't know who was trustworthy, I finally let it go.

My strength alone is too weak. Until now, all I can do is help Uncle Chuanping run errands while inquiring about the news I want. After all, the channel through which I go is not my own.

However, that person has already been investigated secretly. After all, he has a companion he can rely on.

When the night wind blew, I shivered uncontrollably, but the corners of my mouth curled up involuntarily.I stared at the shadow under my feet, and after a while, I let out a deep breath: "Sorry, Mr. Dino."

Dino smiled, and his voice was a little heavy when he said: "Thank you for your hard work, too."

I didn't answer, I bowed slightly to thank him, then swiped open the hotel door and walked in.

Dino waved at me from outside, and didn't turn to leave until he watched me enter the lobby.The hem of the man's coat drew a chic arc under the night light, but the next second, he staggered and fell to the ground.

I:"……"

The solemn atmosphere dissipated in an instant, and I couldn't help laughing out loud.There is a feeling of relief in my heart, probably seeing that some people and things have not changed, so I feel that I can still grasp a little bit of the past.

But I understand that time has changed us after all, just like Tsuna Akutagawa on the day he met Tsunayoshi Sawada five years ago, he never expected that he would have the courage to stand here five years later.

The next morning, I boarded the train to Florence, wanting to catch a glimpse of the Three-Hole Bridge in a photo from three years ago before wrapping up the trip.

At that time, I still firmly believed that everything would be fine, but when I stood on the dome of Santa Maria del Fiore, the phone call from Masaito announced a very different future than I had imagined.