There was nothing in the fridge - it should have been like this, right. But Pierce found not only some eggs and vegetables inside, but even fruit and milk, as well as meat and ice cream in the freezer underneath. Although the pile is not too full, it can be seen that the person who stuffed them into it is at least an ordinary person with normal physiological needs and knows some normal enjoyment. Pierce didn't know who the guy was, but he knew the guy had made a mistake. How can ice cream and meat be stacked together so casually? I'm really not afraid of the skewers.

"It's possible to prevent cross-smells...... It's possible. ”

Pierce felt that something might be wrong with his thoughts, and he had always lacked common sense in this area, and he knew it. But luckily, like the amazing detective Ed, he is also a heartless guy who loves himself very much. He knows very well where he falls, where he lies on his stomach, and he never gets too entangled in some things that don't need to be overly entangled, and he has to let go when he should put it down.

There is never trouble in the world of fools, and there is a fool in everyone's heart, and you have to let him go when you need him, because sometimes only he can solve your problems.

Pierce's eyebrows furrowed and fell, his brow furrowed and loosened, and he pulled out an ice cream from the freezer. He hadn't had that plan, but the cute cantaloupe on the top of the bag made him change his mind on the fly. God knows why, he loves cantaloupe anyway.

Deftly tearing the gap, Pierce pushed half of the ice cream out of it, stuck out his tongue and licked it. He tilted the corners of his mouth and nodded, as if he had tasted a good taste.

Then he walked back from the kitchen to the living room, which was still a mess, as if five or six people had fought here, and the fight was so fierce that one of the hapless participants might have died pitifully.

Of course, the fact is that the unfortunate corpse is still on the sidelines, in the corner next to the fish tank. His head was drooping forward, and his neck was twisted in a strange arc, as if there were no bones. The necks of people with broken neck bones are almost the same.

Pierce's men are very well trained, with high physical strength and durability, but that doesn't mean they're immortal. No one is truly immortal, and this is one of the things in the world to celebrate.

And all but the only unlucky ghost, the rest of the three have now woken up. One of them was armed with a pistol pointed at the girl Susan sitting on the couch, while the other two were guarding the last two remaining gasping creatures in the room—by watching, standing on their left and right, like the stone statues guarding the altar.

The two men on the ground were Ed and Shiro—of course, they must have been, and there would be no one else—sitting under the windowsill of shattered glass, their hands tied behind their backs, their ankles tied together, completely incapacitated to resist. At least it seems.

But when it comes to sitting, it's actually only tithes. As for Ed next to him, he was basically lying down, no different from the urban nomad lying down against the wall of a certain building on the street, probably all that was his tattered clothes and the empty wine bottle that fell under the steps.

Whatever the hell, it's time to take a break.

Wobbly, Pierce pulled over a chair and sat in front of the two of them like a swinger, not immediately looking at the incredible loot in front of him, but staring at the clear sky in the city center outside the window, licking the ice cream with his tongue.

"I used to think I knew killers well, and I knew the unsociable professional executioners who formed their own circle even in the dark world. I used to think that I could do what they could do, and I could do it better. I used to think that there was a lot of overlap in our work, and that their necessity was limited to a very small area. It wasn't until later that I had real and practical contact with some of my friends at the Black Table, some of the people I knew had some visits they didn't like in the silence and deep darkness, and I followed my husband to the 'Empty Court' ball when I was on shift, and met the five giants who stood on the twelve tables of the Empty Court, the five true masters of the underground kingdom on the throne of power—"

Looking down, Pierce looked at Tithe.

"I saw him—the head of the Black Table, the president of the killers, and the master of your teacher, the Silver of the Empty Hour." He blinked, "Ms. Sora is your teacher, right?" I didn't take a good look at your file at the time...... No, no, of course I looked at it carefully, but I didn't look at this part carefully. You know, I'm more interested in some of the other sections. ”

“……”

Tithes did not speak. Even in this terrible situation, she is still a dead face with endocrine disorders. She doesn't do anything other than occasionally squint at Susan, the girl on the couch, and you don't know what's going on in her heart.

Of course, Pierce didn't particularly care about that. He had expected this to happen, and he was not surprised at all.

"I would love to see you, Miss Shilo." Pierce said in a sincere tone, looking at Tiro, "That's the only reason I'll take this task." To be honest, I'm not interested in any of the plans that the people in the organization are up to, but you've got me a little interested. ”

“…… Why didn't you bring guns? Tiji asked, finally ending the silence.

"What?"

"Why didn't you bring weapons?"

"Oh, about that—" Pierce shrugged his shoulders and smiled pleasantly, "I might have been prepared if it were someone else, but I wouldn't, and neither would my kids." We like some ...... Not the same kind of stimulus. ”

"Like looking for death?"

"It's worth it if you can have fun. Fun is everything. "And now we're not dead, are we?" At least most of them didn't die. And this excitement ...... It's like a drug, a drug that doesn't spoil the body. I mean, it's not a very good business for life, but life itself is for this, life itself is for enjoyment, and everybody has a different way of enjoying it. You have yours, I have mine, and he has his. ”

At the end, Pierce turned his gaze to Ed. Ed lay there bored, still squinting at him talking to Tiro, but already feeling like he was about to fall asleep.

"Oh, detective." Pierce's voice was full of sympathy, "Poor detective. Are you really tired? ”

"You may not know, but I did have a very hard day. Should I drink some milk to supplement my calcium – is there milk in the fridge? ”

"I'm sorry, no."

"Then you really need to be sorry, don't you?" Ed scoffed, "I got a fight in a bar today, a fight in the hospital, and then a fight here - I didn't fight well at all, and it's a miracle to survive." But now that the miracle time seems to have passed, I seem to be about to die, and with this, this woman I don't like at all. Do you know how I feel? ”

"I'm not sure I really know. But I'd love to hear it. ”

"Shame, shame on grandma's house." Ed straightened his tongue and made a gesture of glaring and vomiting, "Especially in the end, I didn't accomplish anything I wanted to do." I'm sure someone who knows my story will have a joke carved into my tombstone as an epitaph to commemorate my amazing life...... I'm going to jump out of the window in a moment, right in this window. I seem to miss the feeling of hanging outside. ”

“…… Sinful Stuttgar," Pierce looked at Ed with some sadness, "twist every normal person so that everyone ends up not even recognizing themselves - tell me, detective, what's the name of your office?" 'House of Madness'? ”

"Good name. I love the name. Ed said dryly, "Your ice cream is about to melt." ”

"Oops." Pierce exclaimed, and hurriedly stuffed his precious jackfruit into his mouth, and by the time he pulled it out again, there was only a stick left. He smacked his mouth, "I love the taste — I love pineapple ice cream." He smiled happily and lowered his eyebrows at Shilo, "But I don't think you like it, do you?" ”

“……”

"I'm sure you're liking something. I mean, even though you don't know what it is, you definitely like something, even if you never show it – the cliché that 'love' is the answer to all problems, the root of all power...... Do you agree with this point of view? ”

"I agree that I'm more than happy to screw your head off now." Tilo was unmoved, his silver-black pupils staring at Pierce indifferently.

"I think you love more than that." Pierce bit the ice cream stick, "The registered killers of the Black Table are free to use various resources within the organization for their own use by paying some reasonable price according to their rank in the organization. If the target is a high-level killer like you, then the resources that can be called upon by you will be a terrifying force - but only if you are still a killer of the Black Table, and now that you have retired, your name has been canceled from the Black Table. But even so, you can still easily find a hideaway like this - a house that has been empty for a long time will attract attention, but someone living in it is not the same - it is perfect. You're talented, the best talent, and even though you've been away for so long, you're still carrying the shadow of your past that has been completely distorted. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say - there's no way you can get rid of your past." Pierce leaned down and leaned closer to Shiro, "You used to be from this world, you will always be from this world, why do you think you can escape?" ”