The night is as cool as water, and the moonlight is gentle, which is especially suitable for assassination.

Qiao Xiaobai sat in front of the window and stared at the building opposite, his expression was serious, he had rehearsed what he was going to do tonight in his brain 179 times.

As of today, Qiao Xiaobai has been quietly ambushed in room A1507 of this hotel called "Alva" for a month, and he must solve the target tonight, otherwise his wallet will lose too much blood first. As soon as he thought of this, Qiao Xiaobai couldn't help but think in pieces: "Ah, what was I thinking when I took this order! I only received a 30% deposit first, and this 30% deposit is not enough for me to live in this five-star hotel for a month!"

By the way, Qiao Xiaobai is a killer, and he is one of the top ten killers in the world, although he is only tenth, he is also a big man in the killer world, and this time the target of Qiao Xiaobai's assassination is a gringo who lives in room B1507 of the building next door.

As a professional killer, in addition to the information given by the client, Qiao Xiaobai did not ask too much about the target's information, and after a month of his observation, he only knew that this gringo was quite handsome, with blonde hair and purple eyes, an evil aura between his eyebrows, but his demeanor was very elegant.

"Tsk. Qiao Xiaobai was softly speechless, and there was a trace of sadness in his heart because he would not be able to see this goal tomorrow. He set up his usual sniper rifle, the Swiss Sauer SSG3000, behind the windowsill and closed the curtains on both sides, leaving only the muzzle of the gun aimed at the target.

The distance between the two buildings is only 20 meters, and at Qiao Xiaobai's level, one bullet is enough to complete the task. During this month's ambush period, Qiao Xiaobai carefully observed the target's living habits, and the target would definitely get up at half past two in the middle of the night every day, and at this time, Qiao Xiaobai would end his life, so that he would die in his sleep without pain.

The current time is 2:29:31 midnight, and there are still 29 seconds before the target will get up and pass through the window, Qiao Xiaobai calmed down, rubbed his slightly sweaty hands, and slowly pressed the trigger with his right hand, waiting quietly.

There are still 5 seconds, 4 seconds, 3 seconds, 2 seconds, and 1 second, Qiao Xiaobai saw that the target had sat up, and then stood up and passed by the bed, just as he pulled the trigger, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang, and Qiao Xiaobai's hands trembled in fright, "Bang!" The bullet did not penetrate the target's head as Qiao Xiaobai expected, but directly hit the outer wall of the hotel!

Thankfully, the subject didn't seem to hear the sound, "Who's calling in the middle of the night." Qiao Xiaobai muttered in a low voice, took the mobile phone on the ground and glanced at the notes, quickly picked it up, and said with a smile on his face: "Hey, Miss Editor-in-Chief~"

"Teacher Qiao Xiaobai, tomorrow is the deadline!Where's your original manuscript!" The female voice on the other end of the phone was simply hysterical, which shocked Qiao Xiaobai's brain and almost scared off his mobile phone.

That's right, Qiao Xiaobai is barely a cartoonist, and he can't change his name or surname, and his pen name is also his real name, isn't it cool? He also thinks he's cool, because Qiao Xiaobai's sniper rifle is still piled up with his unfinished manuscripts, who has ever seen a killer who assassinates while drawing comics?

"Little sister, your voice is quieter, it's not good to make noise to the neighbors in the middle of the night. Qiao Xiaobai grabbed his mobile phone and said flatteringly, "There is no post left in the original manuscript, and I will definitely fax it to you before ten o'clock tomorrow morning!"

"Ten o'clock! Remember, it was the ten o'clock you promised yourself! If I don't receive the original manuscript at ten o'clock tomorrow, I will do it at my own risk. The editor-in-chief's voice became cold.

"Yes, yes, I will definitely pass it on to you, good night, young lady. Only a minute had passed, and Qiao Xiaobai felt that he still had time to complete the task, so he quickly hung up the phone.

When Qiao Xiaobai wanted to use the sight to aim again, a scene that made the cold hairs stand on end on his back appeared! He saw the gringo standing in front of the window, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the gringo's beautiful thin lips moved, as if to say, "I see you." Qiao Xiaobai's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he quickly put away the gun, closed the window, and drew the curtains, all in one go!

"It's over, it's over, the assassination was discovered by the target, the mission may fail, and the month's accommodation fee has been wasted. Qiao Xiaobai threw himself on the bed in despair, rolling and wailing, "Ah, I haven't finished the original manuscript, why am I so miserable......"

"No, even if I bet on the dignity of the killer, I have to solve the target. Qiao Xiaobai frowned, muttered on the corner of the pillow with a resentful expression, then walked to the window and picked up the original manuscript scattered on the ground and put it on the desk, and then picked up the pen and began to draw the remaining pages of the original manuscript.

At half past nine the next morning, Qiao Xiaobai walked out of the room with heavy dark circles under his eyes, found the staff of the Alva Hotel and asked them to send the completed manuscript to the editorial department. Seeing the last page of the original manuscript put into the fax machine, Qiao Xiaobai couldn't help but stretch his waist with peace of mind, "This week's 25-page original manuscript is finally completed, now there is only that goal left to be solved, and then I can go home!"

Qiao Xiaobai put the original manuscript into the file bag, then returned to the room to pack his luggage, and went to the front desk of the Alva Hotel to check out. Qiao Xiaobai has always worked at night as a killer, but this time he can't wait for the night, last night's mistake has been shocked, and when he went back to the room to pack his luggage, he had confirmed that the target was still in the room, so Qiao Xiaobai decided to solve it quickly and went directly to the target's room to complete the task.

"Ah, cartoonists are really working with their lives, staying up late and feeling like they're going to hang. Qiao Xiaobai rubbed his eyes and sighed, thinking in his heart whether it was better to cut the target's artery with a dagger or poison, after thinking about it, Qiao Xiaobai still decided to poison, after all, cutting his throat or something, blood would stain the room, and Qiao Xiaobai couldn't bear it as a patient with a slight cleanliness habit.

In the blink of an eye, Qiao Xiaobai changed into the uniform of the Alva Hotel staff, pushed the dining cart to the door of room B1507, knocked on the door, and said, "Hotel service, Mr. Brando." ”

"Hmm, please come in. The man in the room answered and opened the door, without the slightest suspicion.

The moment Qiao Xiaobai met the target's gaze, he subconsciously pressed the brim of his hat, he cleared his throat, and said, "Mr. Brando, today is the hotel's membership day, prepare snacks for the guests in each room, I will put them on the coffee table, please use it slowly." ”

"Ah, thank you so much, I can't finish all the snacks by myself, why don't you stay and eat them together?" the man smiled quietly.

"What? This person can't have discovered my true identity, right? No, I've already disguised myself and changed my appearance! Normal people shouldn't be able to see it!" Qiao Xiaobai shouted in his heart, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he replied with a dry smile: "You're welcome, Mr. Brando, I still have a job." ”

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, but I guess a snack won't take you long. "Men still don't give up.

"That'...... All right. Qiao Xiaobai felt that pushing back would show his feet, so he agreed and sat down at the coffee table.

"Thank you for being with me. The man smiled lightly and sat opposite Qiao Xiaobai, picked up an egg waffle with his bony fingers and put it in his mouth, "This is delicious, Chinese dim sum is very special." ”

"Oh, yes, what nationality is Mr. Brando?Chinese put it so well. Qiao Xiaobai took a sip of a cup of green tea, watching in horror as the man ate the poisonous egg waffle.

The man then picked up the second egg waffle and put it in his mouth, swallowed the food gracefully, and replied, "I'm British, so you don't have to call me Brando, just call me DIO, by the way, what should I call you?"

"My name is Qiao Xiaobai. Qiao Xiaobai responded, his heart had already begun to beat the drum, and he began to complain in his heart, ", my poison should work in half a minute, it's been 3 minutes now, why is this man okay, and why is his name the same as the name of the first and third bosses in "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", I don't know where to complain!"

"Then I'll call you Jojo. "DIO has already started to eat the xiaolongbao that Qiao Xiaobai brought.

"Wait a minute, hey, why do you call me Qiaoqiao! I can't ripple and I won't be a stand-in!" Qiao Xiaobai complained in his heart, and then something seemed to flash in his brain, and he was shocked in his heart, "Could it be ...... Does this call DIO imply something to me? Am I already exposed?"

"Just call me Xiaobai. Qiao Xiaobai couldn't help but wipe the sweat oozing from his forehead with his cuffs.

"Oh, by the way, your name is Qiao Xiaobai, I remember, you can't be the cartoonist Qiao Xiaobai, right?

"Hmm...... It's me. Qiao Xiaobai nodded.

"I've seen your comics, I'm your fan, Mr. Xiaobai!" After speaking, DIO took out a notebook and pen from his coat pocket and handed them to Qiao Xiaobai, "Can you sign for me?"

"Ahh Hahaha, thanks for the support. Qiao Xiaobai quickly signed his name and handed back the notebook and pen.

"Why do I have to sign for him!And why hasn't he been poisoned yet!Besides, it feels so cruel to poison a fan!" Qiao Xiaobai's heart began to shake because of a signature.

When he took the notebook, DIO's hand inadvertently touched Qiao Xiaobai's, and he could obviously feel that Qiao Xiaobai's hands were sweaty, and they were still trembling, the man held Qiao Xiaobai's wrist, and wiped Qiao Xiaobai's palm with a tissue on the coffee table, "What's the matter, Teacher Xiaobai, the palms are sweaty, are you so excited to see me up close? ”