When he sat in the back seat of Ley's motorcycle again, Columbeth looked like he wanted nothing more than to curse.

Because of the sentence 'Do you want to see the whole thing?', in order to catch up with the sunset that has not yet ended, the two of them didn't even have time to change their clothes, so they casually put on a coat and left the room.

This time it wasn't the hotel they were coming from, so Ley's motorcycle was parked downstairs, and before he could sit down, the man in the front seat twisted the handlebars and sped out.

A sunset of more than two minutes is considered a long one, Columbai thought that what the other party had to do was to rush to the nearby suburbs to the mountains This kind of useless work, but he didn't expect that he turned the car and drove on the sea-crossing bridge not far away in less than a minute.

"Look over there."

The man's deep voice came from the front, and the man in the back seat was frowning and holding the former's wind-blown hair to keep it from being covered by the long black hair.

Hearing this, he subconsciously raised his head and walked away, and when he saw the scenery in the distance, he quickly let out an inaudible exclamation.

The sea is sandwiched between the buildings on both sides, but it is still wide, and there are only a few high-rise buildings in the distance, and the red sun shuttles and falls between the buildings that can only be seen as motorcycles speed across the bridge deck.

In the flowing sunset, Columbai's originally constricted eyebrows gradually relaxed, and even the hand that had been pressing the other party's hair stopped moving.

Halfway up the bridge, there was only a remnant of red in the distance, and it wouldn't be long before the sky darkened.

The motorcycle finally stopped on the shore across the bridge, and he didn't care about himself wearing a black nightgown, and he leaned against the car and looked into the distance, and when the last bit of warm light was gone, he said, "I thought you were the kind of guy who would stay in a safe house or in a bar when he had nothing to do."

"I prefer to ride it through the city rather than stay in that kind of place."

Ley patted the motorcycle behind him, took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, took one out and put it in his mouth, and after seeing the other party stretch out his hand to him, he threw the cigarette case in his hand directly, "It's better than the bar, or the air outside is more comfortable." Also more free. ”

Looking at the people in the distance, his expression moved.

He played with the slender pipe in his hand, bit the tip of the cigarette and leaned over a little, and motioned for the other party to help him light it, who knew that the man directly put away the lighter, approached, and used the cigarette butt he had lit to lead the spark to his one.

Columbeth quickly tilted his head, staggering the breathing of the two of them that were staggered together because they were too close.

"The bridge here is not long enough, and the time is late." Ley exhaled a puff of cigarette, his voice hoarse from tobacco, "It's even more beautiful to look at on the Irabe Bridge in Okinawa." ”

After thinking about the name of this place in his mind, the man next to him leaned on the fuselage and looked at the sea for a while, and then replied softly as if he had taken the time to perfunctory him, "It's too far." ”

After saying this, Columbai turned his head to look at the other party, and suddenly changed the topic a little inexplicably, "Have you ever had a pet?" Dogs, cats, hamsters... Or something. ”

"If it's you, how many days will you accept not being able to see them at most?"

The subject changed so abruptly that Ley didn't figure out what it meant.

He prefers to vague the question rather than being unsuspecting to give an answer that he doesn't know if it's right or what he's going to decide.

"I don't raise this kind of thing, I'm more curious about your answer than this."

“...... Then my answer is three days. Tilting his head, he motioned to the other party to restart the motorcycle, and the young master, who had answered this somewhat strange question by himself, withdrew his gaze into the distance, "You can go back." ”

As he spoke, he still held the cigarette in his hand, which was only a third of the light, and in the dark night, the scarlet flame at the front was the only bright color, and the light fell into his eyes, flickering slightly.

The smell of liquor suddenly poured into his nostrils, mixed with gunsmoke and blood.

Under Ley's gaze, Columbai stretched out his hand, and the scenery around him changed again, his black nightgown replaced by a black kimono with a blood-stained hem, and the hand holding the slender pipe fell, pressing the unburned cigarette in his hand into the glass jar.

Motorcycles, nightfall, and bridges across the sea are gone, replaced by dim lights

In the dark bar, a man in a kimono sits in front of the only intact bar in the room, with a glass of sake in front of him that looks like he has only taken a sip.

Most of the blood in the bar has already been washed away, and Ley, who is dressed in black, stands on the stage and wipes the □□ in his hand, and the musical instruments used in the bar performance next to him have been affected and most of them have been emptied.

A good killer or member of the Order shouldn't have paid any attention to the task just now, so he set his eyes on the blood-splattered electric guitar and reached for it.

"You can play the electric guitar?" Scottish, who hadn't spoken much since the end of the mission, spoke with the usual cold and depressed voice in his voice.

Perhaps in order to get out of the scene of the mission just now, the two chatted a few words on this topic, and during the conversation, Ley glanced down at the electric guitar in his hand, suddenly thought of something, and turned to the man who was still drinking at the bar, "Do you want to listen?" ”

Columbai raised his eyebrows, he

The deep depression in his eyes was well concealed when he made eye contact with others, and when he looked at the pile of strange instruments, there was not a strong curiosity in his eyes.

So the man on the stage reached out and played a little melody that didn't make sense, and the music trickled out of the electric guitar that had not yet dried up and dangled around the bar a few times.

Combined, these instruments create a very different feeling from those pianos and the like, which is a fierce and hot float, and when the last note is gone, Columbeth taps his fingers on the wine glass a few times, "Come here." ”

Ray raised an eyebrow and took a few steps down the instrument in his hand.

When he got closer, he reached out and hooked the strap between the other party's clothes, and he spoke with a smell of alcohol, "Don't go back for a while, go to the hotel with me, huh?" ”

"Of course." The man paused and added, "Extremely happy." ”

Behind him, the expressions of the two people who could have left directly after work, and who were left behind and forced to watch the performance of the 'band', were very indescribable.

Bourbon's face was so dark that he looked like he wanted to smash the drumstick right on the head of the long-haired guy with black hair.

This guy ...... It's like working hard and working overtime, only to find out that your colleague didn't do anything, patronizing the boss to plan a birthday party, and getting a promotion and a raise.

Influenced by his older brother Zhufu Gaoming's fondness for the culture next door, Scotland squinted his eyes and had another strange sense of déjà vu, and he turned to his friend in a low tone, "... Bourbon, did you know that there is a story next door called the Princes of the Beacon Theater? ”

After speaking, his gaze moved not far away, and the two people who moved together affectionately and ambiguously showed a kind smile with a black gas, "The two of us are those unlucky princes now. ”

He shouldn't have stirred up a conversation about musical instruments just now.

Bourbon replied with a disdainful 'sigh', but with years of experience as a friend, Scotland felt that this was definitely a scolding for those two people.

In the eyes of other people, the script of going back to the hotel day and night to fight around, the person who walked in front of him when he pushed the door open immediately locked himself in the bedroom, and the two lived like a fake couple who had been divorced for several years on the surface.

As he was accustomed to, Rey's blood-stained coat was taken off and hung on a shelf.

He had sensed that Columbeth's mood was very bad from the beginning of this mission, although the man hid it well, and the usual smile on his face was no different from usual, but the depths of his eyes were a little deeper, and he suppressed something stronger.

With the toiletries and bathrobes that had been prepared in the hotel for a long time, he took off his clothes full of blood and gunsmoke, and was about to go to the bathroom when he heard a knock on the door.

At this point in time, either the hotel attendant or assistant came to the room service, and the former usually knocked on the door to inform him of his intention, so it should be the Katori assistant who came now.

He put on his bathrobe and opened the door, where the professionally dressed woman looked like she could stare herself out.

"It's a change of clothes." Handing over the large bag of things in her hand, she picked up a few bags from her feet that were not easy to hold because she knocked on the door, and handed them over, "This is the young master's book, and there are other things." ”

The assistant's eyes were still red and swollen, of course he knew what the reason was, in the morning he had just seen a familiar figure under the instructions of the young master, who rescued the other party's only brother from the gun, and let him grit his teeth and hold back tears

、The woman who had palpitations took it away。

Whether it was genuinely well-intentioned or a means of maximizing profits, Columbeth was, as Rum sarcastically described him, 'a good hand at winning the hearts and minds of the people'.

...... With this kind of rare help in the organization and the exchange that seemed to be his more loss, he consolidated his power again and again.

At least now, this assistant's gaze at him is more fierce like a tiger protecting his son, and I am afraid that he has reached the point of loyalty to that young master.

After she finished what she had just said, she narrowed her eyes and showed a fierce expression, "I warn you, the young master's injuries are not healed yet, don't mess around with him, stop at the point." ”

Ley:......

You know that even if something happens, he'll be the first to mess around.

Picking up the large bags and placing them in the room, he found something in a bag that had never been seen in Columbeth before, and looking at the colorful box on the cover, he got up and knocked on the bedroom door.

The moment the door opened, the person lying on the chaise longue quickly frowned and looked at this side alertly.

Because of this position, Columbai's head was tilted up a little, and the gauze around his neck was loosened.

Through the gaps above, Rye could easily see the large number of fingerprints on the inside, not even the lengthening caused by any struggle, as if he was choked by the neck, he endured obediently with his eyes down, without the slightest resistance.

Ley's hand on his lap moved slightly.

He probably knew the source of the tiredness on the other party's body today, and I am afraid that this could only be the handiwork of the gentleman who had never shown up.

Remembering the rumors in the organization about the gentleman's extreme preference for Columbeth, he put down his hand noncommittally and placed the thing in his hand on the table next to him.