(Note: At the beginning of this chapter, a few lyrics from the song "The Little Blacksmith of Milan" written by Mr. Fang Wenshan are quoted, if there are similarities, it is not a coincidence)

Milan, 14 February.

He was standing at the old newsstand on the corner.

Keep your eyes on the next window.

A guitar that is appreciated from afar.

Baroque buildings next to the street.

A smoky tavern.

In the tavern, a middle-aged man in a suit walked out.

The man had a conspicuous scar on his face, and there was a cold solemnity in his eyes.

Jack lit himself a cigarette and walked over to the man singing with a guitar at the newsstand.

At first, the other party behaved very naturally, and when Jack stood in front of him, he played more diligently, like a real street performer, as if expecting Jack to throw money into his case.

But Jack raised his hand and dusted the cigarette ash into the case.

Just as the spy wondered if he had been exposed......

"Do you know what your problem is?" Jack actually accosted him.

The spy couldn't understand the meaning of this, so in order to beware that the other party was cheating on himself, he just replied: "Huh? ”

"You're playing so badly." Jack didn't wait for him to answer, and gave the answer directly.

"Huh...... I'm sorry, sir, but I'm also a mess. The spy replied with a wry smile, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, thinking, "I was scared to death, and I thought I was discovered." ”

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Jack's words changed: "But the money in your piano case shows that you seem to be quite popular." ”

"Hehe, maybe everyone understands and feels music differently." When the spy heard this, he was shocked again, but he still replied with a smile.

"Really?" Jack continued to smoke and continued to dust his cigarette into the other's case as if nothing had happened, "I've been watching you for twenty minutes, and not a single passerby has given you money during this time; In other words, all this money in the piano case was thrown in by someone twenty minutes ago, right? He paused, glanced down at the case, "Although there are whole and some zeros, but from the amount of these coins, it can be roughly inferred that at least fifteen people have given ......money for your piano skills out of their own volition," he said, and then looked up at a pillar bell standing in the middle of the street, "It's seven thirty o'clock in the morning, the humidity has just begun to drop, the dew on the plants has not yet dried, and from your woolen coat and hat, you can see that you have stood here for no more than half an hour...... So I would like to ask, what happened in those first ten minutes? Got a morning workout tour? ”

"O~O~ Are you a detective, sir? Is this an interrogation or what? When the spy heard this, he raised his hands, made a gesture of surrender, and smiled, "Okay, I'll admit, I put some money in the case myself, but it's not illegal, right?" All the artists know that doing this will make business better...... Haven't you thought about that? ”

"Of course I know that." Jack replied calmly, "So...... To confirm my suspicions, five minutes ago, I spent some money, hired someone, and came over and stole some money from your case. ”

"You ......" At this point, the spy was killed by surprise.

"He passed by and pretended to bend down to throw money at you, but in fact grabbed a handful of money and left." Jack continued, "But you didn't pay any attention to him...... Not only do you not notice what he did, but you don't even notice that someone has stopped in front of you. ”

By the time he said this, Jack had finished his cigarette and threw the entire cigarette butt into the case: "I just said, 'I've been observing you for twenty minutes, and no passers-by have given you money during this time,' and I was also tempting you, but you didn't refute it......

"As a street performer who wants to 'do better', you don't focus on business at all, you keep staring at the window of the coffee shop across the street...... That's a bit excessive.

"Also, the calluses on your hands and your piano skills make it clear that although you have learned to play the guitar, that was many years ago, at least not for a long time before today."

Speaking of which, the spy also knew that he must have been exposed, and the smile on his face had naturally turned into a fierce look.

"Hmph...... You're such a verbose guy......" The spy said as he slowly backed away, and once he had retreated to what he thought was the right distance, he would activate the small cannon in his guitar and fire at the man in front of him, "I just said I would be able to see through it at the beginning?" What are you doing with all that nonsense? ”

"Actually, I don't usually talk much, but...... Right now I'm making a bet with someone, so I have to say a few more words. Jack said.

"Oh? What are you betting on? "The spies are still stalling and distancing.

"Bet if I can get you to this position without touching you at all." Jack replied.

When the spy heard this, he was stunned for a second...... At that moment, an arm reached out from the back door of the newsstand behind him, covering his mouth and dragging him with his guitar.

About twenty seconds later, a stiff old man stepped out of the main entrance of the newsstand.

Although the makeup was well applied and the waist was bent low, the man's figure was still a little too strong, and it didn't match his wrinkles and hunchback.

"Okay, I'll owe that fifty first." As he spoke, Solid wiped his bloodied hands with a dirty rag.

"It sounds like you're planning to settle this debt with another bet." As he spoke, Jack lifted his foot and closed the piano case on the ground, and "kicked" it into the counter of the newsstand.

"There's always a chance anyway, isn't it?" Solid shrugged back.

At the same moment, across the street, inside the café.

"You see, they're so bored that they have to use the 'bet' method to solve the secret whistle in a different way." Zilin held his cheek with one hand, looked out the window, and said with a smile.

"I don't care what happens to them...... "Kageori, who was sitting opposite Zilin, looked at him with a face that hadn't woken up yet, "You're early in the morning...... What are you trying to do with me, a wanted criminal, in a place where there are cameras everywhere? She tapped her fingers lightly on the table, "We've been sitting here for almost an hour, and you don't say anything when I ask you...... Also, this kind of 7-Eleven coffee shop is so unpalatable. ”

"Don't worry, it's coming soon." Zilin smiled, "I just wanted to surprise you." ”

"Huh?" Kageori pondered these words several times, and suddenly thought of today's date, "Hey...... What do you mean? You probably have something weird to confess to me or just propose? ”

"Hahaha......" Zilin was amused by her reaction, but he still laughed and didn't say anything.

Right now......

Ding——

The main entrance of the café opened, and a woman in civilian clothes walked in.

Instead of finding a seat to sit down, she walked straight into the bar and greeted the other waitress in the bar with a smile.

Zilin's gaze moved to her first, and when Kageori saw this, she also turned her head to look over.

When she saw the woman, Kageori's doubts were instantly solved, but at the same time, she was also stunned......