5 April 1999, 17:59 p.m.

Diablo appeared one minute early in the square in front of the Toomachi tram stop.

Before that, he had actually been quietly wandering in the shadows for a long time, and after confirming that there was no trace of Li Qing and others nearby, he carefully stuck the time and walked into the sun.

The tram stop is crowded with people during the rush hour.

Diablo doesn't really like to go to crowded places, but this meeting place is the best option he has carefully chosen.

The crowd of people coming and going just enough to provide him with shelter, making his unusual and exotic appearance seem inconspicuous.

Once Li Qing was halfway out, he could quickly use the Time Cutter to blend in with the crowd, using the disturbing crowd to interfere with Li Qing's hearing.

Even if he is too unlucky to escape, he can still take these ordinary citizens hostage, and tie the hands of those righteous people who are obsessed with morality and humanity.

Diablo has everything ready.

But his mood was still a little nervous:

"Kira Yoshikage..."

"Let's hope that guy doesn't play any tricks."

No matter how cautious he is, he can't grasp all the variables.

Diablo could only try to raise his vigilance to the highest level, and then walked quietly and cautiously towards the agreed final location:

It was the square in front of the tram station, the public bench closest to the exit of the station.

He and Kira Yoshikage are both cautious people by nature, and they not only agreed to meet here, but also set an alarm code in advance:

Diablo must be on this bench by 18:00 punctually.

If Diablo is not seen near this chair, it means that the situation has changed, and the meeting will be canceled, and Kira Yoshikage will leave directly and will not appear again.

So, at this moment, Diablo approached the bench with a purpose.

However, his brow quickly furrowed slightly:

"Anyone?"

There were already people sitting on the benches.

It was a young man with a gentle temperament, full of energy, dressed fashionably, and looking quite artistic.

The "artistic atmosphere" on him is the easiest to see:

For he had a paintbrush in his hand and a sketchbook on his lap, and he was drawing intently on the paper.

And beside this young man, there were several uniformed and childish elementary school students chattering:

"It's a great manga artist, Mr. Kishibe Ryoban!"

"Your 'Red and Black Boy' is our favorite comic book!"

"I didn't expect to meet you in a place like this... It's incredible, it's really. ”

The eyes of several schoolchildren were full of idolatry.

They surrounded the great cartoonist with enthusiasm on their faces, their immature faces full of excitement and fanaticism.

And the shore dew companion seems to have long been accustomed to such enthusiastic onlookers from young fans.

He stopped his brush and smiled at the schoolchildren:

"It's nice to meet everyone. However, I'm a little sorry..."

"I'm sketching here right now, so it's not convenient to talk to everyone."

"If you can, can you let me concentrate on finishing this painting?"

Although it is actually a rejection of people thousands of miles away, the tone of the shore lubei at the moment is very gentle and calm, and it does not make people feel uncomfortable at all.

Feeling the meaning of the request from the mouth of the shore dew companion, several fanatical little fans immediately nodded obediently in response:

"Okay, Mr. Kishibe, we won't bother you with your ideas."

"Thank you for your understanding."

"I usually sketch here, and everyone will see you again when they have a chance in the future."

The shore dew smiled and soothed the emotions of these children, and watched a few young fans go away with a calm expression.

As soon as the little fans left, he immediately lowered his head and focused on painting the unfinished painting.

"A cartoonist who goes out sketching?"

"Seems to be fine..."

Diablo carefully observed the shore dew, and the vigilance in his heart relaxed slightly:

The enthusiasm and admiration of those elementary school students just now are very sincere, unless they are all natural actors, otherwise the young man in front of them should be the cartoonist in their mouths.

And Diablo also observed carefully, when the elementary school students made a commotion just now, many passers-by nearby also cast inquiring glances here.

Judging from those eyes with surprise and excitement, the identity of this young man's well-known cartoonist is even more certain.

"It's just a cartoonist who happens to be sitting here sketching."

"He shouldn't be a threat to me... But..."

As alert as a cheetah, Diablo soon discovered another suspicious place:

The station is heavily trafficked, and it's not surprising that there are other people on the benches.

But... A cartoonist, running to such a noisy and noisy place to sketch?

Can you draw in such a noisy place?

He did it on purpose.

He was actually with Li Qing, so he was ambushed here one step in advance?

Because of the psychological shadow caused by Li Qing these days, Diablo almost has persecution paranoia.

When you calm down, think about it:

Li Qing's side obviously has an overwhelming advantage in combat power, if they can know their whereabouts, they can just push it flat, there is no need to risk this kind of redundant drama.

Diablo was in a quandary, while the shore companion on the bench was already finishing the painting.

He breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his hand and put down his brush, and then looked up and said to Diablo:

"This gentleman... You seem to have been watching me for almost half a minute. ”

"Are you interested in my paintings?"

"If that's the case, I'd like to have someone taste it."

Holding the undried painting, the shore dew said to Diablo very seriously.

"Hmm..."

Diablo hesitated slightly, then replied without revealing any flaws:

"Yes, I'm really interested in the art of painting."

"But there's one thing that makes me weird..."

"It's so noisy, why are you here to paint."

He quietly probed.

"It's kind of a hobby of mine."

"I like to sketch in crowded places, so that I can observe all kinds of passers-by and get in touch with the real world."

"All of these can provide inspiration for my creation, and the noisy environment can also temper my mood for painting."

Artists have their own quirks, and the reason for showing companionship on the shore is also very normal.

"Oh... I see. ”

"It seems that you are really a very accomplished painter."

Diablo said two unhurried words, as if to stop the question.

However, the moment his expression relaxed, his spiritual energy surged up like a huge wave:

"The Crimson King!"

Suddenly, the crimson king with a hideous appearance appeared out of thin air.

As soon as it appeared, it slashed a sharp knife in front of it with all its might, as if it was about to split the brains of the dew companions on the shore with a single blow.

But the shore is motionless.

It was as if he couldn't see the Crimson King at all, and his eyes didn't wave.

Eventually, the Scarlet King's hand knife came to a near-sighted halt an inch from his forehead, his hair fluttering in front of his companion on the shore.

"Why is it so windy all of a sudden..."

The shore dew companion frowned in confusion.

Then, without changing his face, he handed Diablo the painting:

"This is the painting I just finished."

"Do you want to see it, sir?"

“......”

Diablo fell into a brief silence:

This guy didn't react at all to the crimson king's temptation, and it seems that the other party is not a stand-in messenger.

Am I suspicious? No...

Thinking about it another way, if the other party is a stand-in messenger and can still turn a blind eye to the Crimson King, that is the real terrible trouble.

Diablo's suspicious personality has been strengthened to the extreme by the deteriorating situation.

Although there have been countless performances that prove that the shore dew companion is just an ordinary person who happens to appear, he still can't let go of the lingering suspicion.

Faced with the painting handed by Lu Companion on the shore, Diablo has been hesitating in a daze.

"Let's take a look at the future."

"Today's meeting must not be chaotic, and all hidden dangers must be eliminated."

In the end, Diablo still couldn't hold back and took out his insurance measures at the bottom of the box:

"The Crimson King - Epitaph!"

The ability of the epitaph was quietly activated, and the vision of the next ten seconds instantly appeared in my mind.

Diablo's expression suddenly became a little subtle:

Not because he saw any danger, but because the future he saw this time was surprisingly unexpected.

In the past, he could always see his strange death in the future of the epitaph, but this time...

In the first second, the shore dew companion handed over the painting.

In the second second, Diablo began to admire.

The painting was indeed very exquisite, and even an amateur who knew only a little about the art of painting could see the artist's profound painting skills.

In the third second, Diablo began to politely compliment.

Fourth, five, six, seven, eight, nine seconds....

Shore Luban and Diablo have been talking about the painting in one sentence and one sentence at a time.

In the tenth second, Diablo finally barely got rid of the shore partner who was overly enthusiastic about art, and the great cartoonist calmly shut his mouth.

The shore dew immediately raised the pen and lowered his head, as if to continue sketching and painting.

"Looks like I'm thinking too much."

"I didn't expect that I, Diablo, would be forced to the point where I am all soldiers."

Diablo sighed slightly, very melancholy in his heart.

But he quickly calmed down again, and according to the foreseen future, he took the painting from the hand of the shore and began to admire:

"It's really a painting that makes people shine."

"This is supposed to be..."

Diablo began to make small talk with a flat expression.

Time passed as it was scheduled, and the seconds passed.

In the ninth second, the brief small talk between the two was about to end.

In the tenth second, the shore dew companion closed his mouth and lowered his head with a pen, as if he wanted to continue creating.

"Sure enough, there is no problem."

"My whereabouts haven't been revealed yet, so I just have to wait for Kira Yoshikage to come over."

Diablo thought reassuringly.

However, at this moment, in the 11th second that the epitaph did not foresee...

"You're the first person to see this painting."

"The conditions have been met, then, Diablo..."

Shore Rei, the cartoonist who Diablo regarded as a harmless passerby, suddenly called out his real name in a cold tone.

A chill suddenly welled up from his body, and Diablo sensed that something was wrong, and instinctively wanted to cut through time and escape.

However, it was already a little late for him to act.

"Let me see your story—"

Lu Ban on the shore lifted the paintbrush, and a humanoid phantom appeared on his body:

"Heaven's Door!"