At 6:28 on the same day, Kawakami reluctantly got up from the bed.
As usual, he first prepared a day's supply of lemon candies, watered the pothos he had raised, and then left the safe house.
There were not many people in the corridor at this time, and it was still dark, but the voice-activated light had been turned off, making it darker than at night.
Kawakami Tsumugi was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. Anyway, the road was remembered in his mind, so he closed his eyes, walked in vain, and drifted downstairs like a sleepwalker.
After taking to the street, he still opened his eyes and looked at the road reluctantly. Kawakami didn't want to be regarded as a vulnerable group and waste other people's sympathy.
Although the organization has no tasks, Tsumugi Kawakami has his own things to do: go to Nanyang University to talk to his mentor.
Kawakami's current identity is a PhD in social psychology.
That's right, during this year, Tsumugi Kawakami successfully applied for a PhD, without resorting to the organization's backdoor, relying solely on his own hard work and academic qualifications.
Tsumugi Kawakami's current mentor is pretty good, and he doesn't mind that he can't find anyone else. He occasionally guides Tsumugi Kawakami in publishing articles - it may be that Tsumugi Kawakami helps him share a lot of work.
However, after discovering that Kawakami Tsumugi's writing skills were extremely strong, the instructor gave Kawakami Tsumugi's contact information to a group of junior students and asked him to help guide them.
After he gained a reputation among children, even students from other tutors would come to him.
It was quite interesting to help the children write papers.
Kawakami's car was parked a little far away. In order to wake up from his nap, he ate a few lemon candies and walked slowly towards the parking lot.
Halfway there, Tsumugi Kawakami felt a double image emanating from his vision.
In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, the cement pavement shattered inch by inch and collapsed downwards. Under the influence of gravity, Kawakami fell into the abyss.
Tsk, here we go again.
Kawakamiji sighed in his heart.
The person who attacked him was the illusionist killer currently working in the winery: Spider.
Over the course of this year, Spider's illusion skills became more and more sophisticated, and each attack was like the special effects of a blockbuster movie. Whenever Spider figured out a new illusion trick, he would happily run over to "assassinate" Tsumugi Kawakami.
Because Kawakami Tsumugi was able to resist his illusions, Spider suffered repeated defeats.
After coming here a few times, Kawakami adapted to it very well. In fact, every time he saw a spider showing off illusions, he would automatically match the BGM in his mind:
"Mom - I got full marks in this exam again!"
After all, he was the one who tricked the spider into the organization. With the mentality of being responsible to the end, Kawakamiji now takes care of this illusionist with some abnormal brains as his stupid eldest son.
"This time is good, Spider." Tsuji Kawakami commented, "The feeling of falling is very real, and the scene is also good."
Before he finished speaking, Kawakamiji fell heavily to the ground. In the illusion, he burst like a balloon filled with water, flesh and blood flying everywhere.
"The pain is very real. All in all, the progress is quite big."
The hallucination was suspended, and Kawakami was still standing on the cement floor. He was not affected at all. His only regret was that he accidentally swallowed the lemon candy.
"I'm going to fight back, Spider."
The gray-haired young man took a few steps forward, feeling severe phantom pain in his limbs - but it was completely within Kawakami's tolerance range.
He took out the gun from his arms and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"—Hiss, Ghost!" Spider's voice changed its tone.
Kawakamiji fired another shot without hesitation.
The strange illusion disappeared and everything returned to normal. Spider was standing one meter away from Kawakami Tsumugi, wiping the blue ink on his face with a painful look on his face.
Not only the face, but the spider's gorgeous dress was also full of stains.
"Are you admitting defeat?" Tsumugi Kawakami blew the muzzle of his ink gun like a Western cowboy, "If you don't admit defeat, I'll give you another shot."
People who have raised cats should have experience:
When your cat lets loose and flies around the house, the best way to deal with it is to rub a handful of water on its back when the cat isn't looking.
Because of obsessive-compulsive disorder, cats will have to quiet down and lick their fur clean.
Same goes for spiders.
This illusionist killer pays great attention to his image and notices that as long as there is something dirty on his body, his mentality will explode and he will be unable to perform illusions.
What kind of killer can you be if you are so particular about hypocrisy? Kawakami Ji slandered.
After understanding the weakness of spiders, Kawakami took an ink gun with him with him and used it to infect spiders whenever he disagreed.
"This is! A! New clothes!" The blond killer was completely shocked this time.
"Sorry." Kawakami said without any sincerity.
After being frantic for a few seconds, Spider calmed down and looked serious, but his entire face was blue.
"You have to pay."
Kawakami Tsumugi couldn't hold back his laughter, hold it back, hold it back, hold it back... Pfft——
"hahahahahahahaha!!"
The gray-haired young man laughed so hard that he could hardly breathe.
The spider's face is now blue-black.
As the saying goes, don't wallow in the pen with the pigs, because you will both get dirty, but only the pigs will be happy.
Therefore, even if the spider takes an ink gun and fights tooth for tooth and eye for eye, Kawakami doesn't care.
"Uh, ha...sorry, sorry." After laughing enough, Kawakami wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Next time I won't bite you in the face. This is the fifth time, Günther - don't you have a long memory at all?"
"You have to pay for the clothes." Spider emphasized.
There is no way, according to the "Assassination Treaty" reached between Spider and Kawakami, it is not Spider's style to compete fairly and stay far away to use dirty tricks.
"Okay, but if you want to pay compensation, you have to give me this set." Kawakami said, "I can make some money by selling it in a second-hand clothing store."
Spider was shocked by Kawakami Tsumugi's little family spirit.
"According to the size of your organization, you are so poor?!"
"It's our organization." Kawakami corrected patiently, "And I'm not poor, I just don't like waste - by the way, you can take off your clothes to me now. Anyway, once the illusion is activated, no one can see you walking back naked. .”
The blond killer's illusionist self-restraint finally gave out, and he gave an international friendly gesture to Kawakami.
"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore." Kawakami said, "Is there anything else? I'll leave first, Gunter."
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Spider suddenly felt that there was no need to run all the way here.
"I'm just letting you know that the next time we meet may be in a long time, Ghost."
"Ah, isn't that nice? Do you think I really want to see you?"
"Anyway, let's call it a day." Spider said, "One day, I will develop an illusion that no one can break."
This line seems to come from the mouth of a middle school boy in an anime, but it doesn't look out of place when paired with Spider's exaggerated clothes and identity as an illusionist.
"Ah, then come on..."
The blond killer smiled and then disappeared under the sunlight like the morning mist.
"I don't know why. Tsk, something feels wrong..." Kawakami muttered.
