The crowd of people under the neon lights is surging, compared to the traffic on the main street, a Japanese restaurant huddled in the alley looks out of place, even the electronic lantern at the door seems so dim, there is no loud atmosphere, there is no hotly dressed girl at the door, the only attraction is the simple paper sign at the door, the fresh sushi set is 79 servings.

There are two strong men sitting, sipping sushi, and the sake on the table is out of place compared to their muscular size.

The electronic parrot in the hallway, as usual, shouted "Welcome", which brought the chef to his senses after a long day of idleness.

"Hello! What is the point? The bald chef asked softly to the visitor.

The person who came looked to be a teenager, about twenty-two years old, his fair skin was still bright in the dim light, and the black back did not look like a teenager's age.

"A signature course, a glass of sake." The boy whispered to the cook, pulling out a gold coin from his bosom.

Unlike other coins, this coin depicts an angel with half of the six wings on the back covered in feathers and the other half covered in bone.

The chef, who saw the gold coin, suddenly changed his face, and the beads of sweat on his forehead dripped down the smooth bald head.

It was only then that the bald cook saw the boy still carrying a violin case in his hand.

"You're here after all." The bald man spat out the words word by word, and then slumped in his chair, as if the words had used up all his strength.

The boy didn't care, tasted the sushi in a big gulp, and commented with interest: "The rice is good, and the seaweed is crispy enough, but the cucumber is a little old, which affects the crispiness." ”

The bald chef paused and said, "Can you tell me how you found this place?" ”

The young man took a sip of sake and said, "It's not so difficult for the Seraphs to find someone. ”

"I'm going to die, right?" The bald chef said blandly.

The young man nodded: "Well, according to your punishment, I will cut you seven times, are you resisting?" Still is? ”

"People who offend the organization, even if they resist, are just eggs hitting stones, but you must know that when people are trapped and fighting, they have the strongest desire to live." The bald chef waved his hand, and the two-meter man who had been sitting idly in his seat got up instantly.

The young man smiled contemptuously: "As the last person you met, I can fulfill one of your requests, which can be regarded as a blessing before death." ”

The bald chef snorted coldly and said, "There are no more than six killers who can use gold coins in the Seraph, which one are you?" ”

"Cyra." The boy slowly raised his head, and through the pair of black contacts, the bald chef saw the shining red in the boy's pupils.

"S-class...."The bald chef's courage that he had finally gathered dissipated without a trace.

Five minutes later, the boy walked out of the hotel door casually, and hung the sign that the store was closed and closed in the voice of the electronic parrot.

“1”

The teenager pulled out his phone and sent only one digit to an unfamiliar phone number.

Three days later, in a music equipment store in Columgo, Canada, a teenager was wiping a violin on the table.

"Looks like you've been in a pretty good shape lately, and even A-'s chef has been disposed of." An old man in a black tweed coat slowly pushed the door open.

When the boy heard the voice, he didn't look back and said, "There's wine in the window." ”

"Whisky is always not to my taste, and I still prefer to drink gongfu tea." The old man took off his black tweed coat and hung it on the hanger, the black two-button suit set off the old man's figure very abnormally, and the pair of leather shoes were even shinier, showing off a British gentleman's style.

"There's something you can just say." The boy interrupted.

The old man shook his head, as if he was not satisfied with the young man's attitude: "Cyra, you should be sunny!" You're only twenty-one years old, and you look older than I am. ”

"If it's a settlement reward, you can put it directly on the coffee table, and if it's a task, you can point it out directly." The boy slowly put the violin into the case and said.

The old man pulled out a photograph and a brown paper bag from his bosom.

"It's an A-level mission with the aim of finding a photographic person, then lurking around and returning after three years." The old man introduced it simply and clearly.

The teenager was a little reluctant: "In three years, I can do a lot of A-level tasks, and according to the requirements, I can choose to give up." ”

The old man was relieved: "I knew you would say that!" ”

As he spoke, the old man pulled out a yellowed piece of brown paper from his bosom, and the red circles of paper and ancient ink seemed to be making a silent roar.

"That's what that person meant, and when you complete this single task, your soul is completely liberated. When you're ready for retirement, remember to treat me to tea. The old man said expressionlessly: "All the information of the mission is here, and your new name is Mr. Chu." ”

The boy glanced at the photo, which showed a girl's smiling face.

"You have three days to prepare, and someone will contact you then, wishing you a nice trip."

Looking at the old man's disappearing back, the young man didn't say a word.

The night in Canada is always unexpected, and as a person who lives in this extremely cold land all year round, it seems that I am already familiar with this kind of life.

The smell of hot coffee on the stove filled the room, the fireplace burned with firewood that seemed to render the room, the hot hot water dripped down the ends of the boy's hair, and the tattoo of the seraphim on the back of the boy seemed to be being baptized.

A white long-sleeved shirt with gray sports shorts, and the teenager stepped barefoot on a woolen carpet.

"My name is Mr. Chu, I found Lu Yueyue, the task difficulty is level A, the mission location is Pingnan International College of Music, the mission time is three years, the mission identity is a freshman in the piano department, and the identity is a first-year freshman in the violin department."

"Mr. Chu's family environment is fatherless and motherless, and he was sponsored by well-wishers, so he rented an eight-square-meter cottage outside the school because he couldn't afford to pay the accommodation fee of the private conservatory."

The young man had words in his mouth, but when he flipped through Lu Yueyue's family situation, he found that it was a blank piece of paper.

"Interesting, it looks like the last three years should be a very interesting time travel." The young man looked at the mirror on the table and said, "Hello, Mr. Chu." ”

However, those scorching red pupils were so unruly.