Late at night, the rain fell like a curtain.

A huge manor is located in the suburbs, the garden is well repaired, from the inside to the outside all the floor tiles, landscapes, buildings are designed to be extraordinarily neat, like a sheathed sword, in the rainstorm without a blade.

If you look down from the air, you will suddenly be shocked to find that all the arrangements are interlocking, hidden murderous motives, and the secluded and angular manor can turn into a bloody crush at any time, harvesting all the lives that dare to trespass.

In the main house, the head of the house is sitting in front of the window, holding a photo of his lover in his hand, and the inside and outside of the house are filled with the sound of leaves being beaten by raindrops.

He had taken several sleeping pills, but he could not fall asleep and did not dare to fall asleep.

He was afraid of dreaming of his lover in his dreams, afraid of the warmth that had passed away, and even more afraid of the loneliness of things and people after waking up.

"I've avenged you, I shot him in the head." The head stroked the frame, his eyes full of sadness, and muttered to himself, "But no matter what I do, I can't get you back... I wish I hadn't killed him at the time, and I want to pay tribute to you with his screams in slow processing. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chief, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I suffer from CIP - Congenital Painlessness. No pain is felt in any part of the body. Without warning, a familiar voice came from behind.

At this moment, the head froze suddenly.

"Boom—" The thunder swept away, smiling faces reflected in the windows, amber pupils looming in the darkness.

The head stiffly turned his head and looked at the comer in a blank manner: "How... Possibly..."

Chino was still wearing a formal suit, he sat on the sofa, stroked his tie casually, and his tone was like chatting with a friend: "I heard that you never talk about things with people who are not well-dressed, so I specially bought this outfit, does it look good?" ”

The look of consternation on the leader's face seemed to freeze: "Impossible... You're dead..."

Chino pointed to the empty sofa opposite, smiled and said, "Let's sit down first." This is your home, you don't have to be so inhibited. ”

I have to say that the psychological quality of the head is far beyond ordinary people, even if he sees a "dead man", he is not extra panicked except for shock, slowly sat down on the sofa, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?" ”

Chino asked rhetorically, "Who do you think I am?" ”

"Impossible..."The leader subconsciously clenched his fists, "You're dead, I'll kill you with my own hands!" ”

"Actually, that's what I want to confirm." Chino picked up the phone on the coffee table and handed it over, "Please go and confirm." ”

The leader stared at Chino and blindly broadcast a number on his phone.

The phone answered: "Good evening, Mr. Chief." ”

"Check out Collector's Item 521."

"Collection No. 521. Okay, wait a minute. ”

After about half a minute of silence, a reply came from the other end of the phone: "Collector's item 521 is all right, beautiful as a jewel." ”

The leader hung up the phone silently, and the consternation in his eyes was extremely thick.

"Oh~ you have collected my eyes?" Chino applauded lightly and praised, "Very discerning." My doubts were also solved, and I was indeed dead. ”

"Who the hell are you?!"

"I'm me, the processor with the highest order fulfillment rate in the organization, Chino, who you killed with your own hands, and you all call me the "Smiling Demon". But strictly speaking, I am not me, because I am not the same body. ”

"Cloning technology?"

"You can understand it this way first. But I tend to be another force that is even more powerful than cloning. ”

"You're coming to me for revenge?"

"It's just catching up with old friends. In fact, I even want to thank you because I went to a very interesting place, far more interesting than here. ”

"Where?"

"I'm sorry, I can't say this, or I'd be dead."

The leader looked at Chino with a chilling gaze and said sarcastically, "God is blind, even a demon like you can come back from the dead, but my lover has not returned." ”

"Hmm... I'm not quite sure if she went to 'that place'. You'd better pray she didn't go, because it's not for a weak beauty. Chino added with a smile, "Of course, I agree with you - God is blind and always takes away people who shouldn't be taken." ”

The head let out a heavy sigh and calmed his mood: "What do you want?" ”

Chino looked around and landed on the classical record player in the corner of the room, "Can you allow me to listen to the music?" ”

The leader said coldly, "Whatever you want." ”

"Thank you." Chino walked over, expertly fiddling with the record player.

The leader stared at Chino's back, his gaze slowly becoming gloomy.

Now, Chino has his back to him.

And under the couch where he was sitting, there was a loaded double-barreled shotgun.

All he had to do was bend down and stretch out his hand to pull the gun out and smash the demon's head a second time.

But he didn't move.

Although he usually likes to play with guns, his marksmanship is also extremely good, not to mention that at this close range, the shotgun can be said to be a hundred shots.

However, this demon will turn his back on himself, saying only one thing - he doesn't care.

Don't use your three-legged cat kung fu to challenge other people's eating skills.

After fiddling with the record player and pressing the play button, Chino sat back on the sofa and patted his head, as if he remembered something: "By the way, Mr. Chief, can you take out the gun under your sofa and hand it to me?" ”

The leader silently took out the double-barreled shotgun and handed it to Chino in parallel.

"Thank you." Chino took the gun, opened the safe, pulled the bolt, pointed the gun at the leader, and quipped, "I'll just say that something is missing, so that there is a feeling of negotiation." ”

As soon as Chino finished speaking, the record player played brisk classical music, "Gothenburg Variations".

Chino looked at the head with admiration: "You like Bach." ”

"Yes."

"Uh... It's not a bar-raising, it's just my thoughts: I personally think that Bach's music is too emotionally simple, and he pays more attention to the technical treatment of polyphonic factors, without a lot of particularly emotional contrasts between strength and weakness. Of course! Again! Just my personal thoughts, I am not qualified to dictate these masters and absolutely respect your personal hobbies. ”

The leader snorted briefly, but did not speak.

Chino's amber eyes filled with a smile: "Do you like Beethoven?" ”

The head was silent, got up and went over to adjust the record player, and soon the melody of the Ninth Symphony in D minor echoed in the room.

Chino's eyes showed a deep sense of surprise: "Ah~ the version commanded by Karajan in 1968!" I like Karajan very much, and I learned from him that I had the habit of directing with my eyes closed. But the master also has his own problems - occasionally forgetting the score. ”

The head sat back on the couch and sneered, "You said you went to another place, so did you reproduce the classical music there?" Anyone there has a little bit of musical energy, and you can go down in history with your musical talent. ”

"It is indeed possible to do this, as it was written in a book I have read before: go to a concert, beat those third-rate musicians with Beethoven's repertoire, shock the audience, and win the favor of the princess, be appreciated by the king, become the god of music, and be admired by the world."

"But," Chino shook his head, "I won't do that." This music belongs to the greats, not to me. To keep them for yourself is to disrespect the original author. I will reproduce the music of the great masters there – in their names. And I will only be a humble relayer, a bearer. This is the most basic courtesy. ”

The leader sneered: "If you are not a little madman, you are quite likable." ”

Chino looked at the clock and changed his words: "Is it already past 1 o'clock in the morning?" Time flies. That's all for the small talk, it's time to get down to business. ”

"Ding." Chino flicked a silver object over.

The head caught it and found that it was a silver coin with a majestic king on the obverse and a laurel on the reverse.

"What is this?"

"A currency, you can call it the Silver Moon."

The leader thought for a moment, squinted his eyes and said, "I understand, you want to play a coin game with me?" ”

Chino was stunned for a moment: "No, just for you to see, it's beautiful." ”

"Bang!" The shotgun fired, shattering the head's head and spilling blood all over the ground.

"Ding." The silver moon fell from the leader's hand and fell to the ground.

Before the blood poured through the silver moon, Chino went over to pick it up, picked up the wet wipes on the table, wiped it, turned off the record player and lights, whispered "good night" to the leader's corpse, and quietly left.