168. The voice is the naked soul(2/2)
The horizontal sliding door was opened, and Leon walked in shamelessly carrying the little thing named Shukaku or something.
"Hey hey hey..."
"What the hell are you?"
Leon didn't care and sat cross-legged in the air: "I saw it all!"
Uncle Wolf raised his eyebrows and thought carefully about everything that happened last night...
Nothing happened! Then he stiffened up again and asked loudly: "What did you see?! Where were you last night? There won't be any police coming to investigate the murder case soon!"
Except for what Leon insisted on: "performing surgery" on people, Uncle Wolf couldn't think of anything else that Leon could do that normal people could do.
Visiting Kyoto’s moonlit night view?
The blood moon killing scene is more reliable.
Going to Kabuki for fun?
It is more reliable to control the gangs that listen to kabuki and exterminate them.
Go to a otaku sanctuary to see plastic figures? A maid cafe? Try local specialties?
Uncle Wolf swore to God: He simply could not imagine how Leon could do such a thing.
Uncle Wolf still remembered Leon's dismissive tone when he felt guilty and regretted because he had killed too many people and his hands were full of blood: Logan, you really should see how I kill people.
A person who can stabilize Hell's Kitchen with his clones comes to a place where gangs are rampant and rushes out impatiently in the middle of the night. What else can he do?
"Where did you clean again?"
After getting up and walking to the next room to change clothes, Uncle Wolf's tone was like asking Leon what he had eaten for breakfast today.
Uncle Wolf doesn't care about killing people now, or in other words, he does care, but when that time comes, he will still do it. And he will show no mercy.
"I didn't clean anywhere."
Leon's answer was beyond Uncle Wolf's expectation: "I went to do art creation last night."
A head stuck out from the next room. Uncle Wolf's face was full of disbelief: "...the art you are talking about doesn't mean writing names somewhere with blood, right?"
Uncle Wolf bared his teeth and said, "Tower of human heads? Vacuum bags? Hydrosol? Cement walls... how disgusting!"
Leon couldn't help but shook his head and high-fived: "You still have that big face to say I'm disgusting! You look so familiar with everything, it's hard for me to believe that you saw it in a fantasy novel!"
Uncle Wolf ignored the topic, got dressed, and walked out of the next room. Looking at Leon who was glaring at him with contempt, he pretended that nothing happened and asked, "Then where did you go and what did you do last night?"
I plan to return to China today. If you don't want to get entangled in those worldly things, I advise you to restrain yourself.
To be honest, even if the word artistic creation comes from the mouth of a five-year-old child, I have no reason to believe that it is a good crayon drawing... You are not using wax..."
"Do you have anything else on your mind besides whips and candles?" Leon felt that his previous understanding of Uncle Wolf was somewhat inadequate.
"That's the kind of person you are!" Uncle Wolf pointed at Leon, his eyes squinting with contempt on his face.
"Bah! You are the one! Disgusting!"
"You're disgusting!"
"Bounce! You're disgusting!"
"you……"
…
The fight between the two three-year-old children was interrupted by Yukio who came in a hurry. Yukio looked confused and confused as soon as he entered the yard and looked confused for a few seconds.
The image of Lord Wolverine...
collapsed.
…
"You mean..."
"Yes." Yukio took the initiative to repeat what he had just said: "This morning, the assistant doctor in charge of examining the ward reported the death of the family head to Lord Shingen."
Uncle Wolf was a little surprised.
It would not be a surprise if a ninety-year-old patient suffering from serious illness died at any time. This is nothing.
But it happened that Uncle Wolf just heard the old ghost talk about his son's wolfish ambitions last night, and this happened today.
This is hard not to make people suspicious.
After asking about the specific time of death, the time Yukio told him made Uncle Lang even more concerned.
That should have happened just ten minutes after he left.
Suddenly thinking of something, Uncle Wolf turned his head slightly and looked at Leon.
Although there was no sadness in his expression, but more of amusement, as if he clearly knew something, but Leon still shook his head slightly at himself.
If Leon said he didn't do it, then it definitely wasn't.
To him, it's just killing someone.
Is there anything that cannot be admitted?
Uncle Wolf felt that he already knew who did it.
After saying some other things, Yukio left with a solemn expression.
Uncle Wolf sighed: It seems that we can't leave today.
Turning back to look at Leon, who was no longer hiding his smile at this time, Uncle Wolf asked: "You know what's going on. Tell me."
Uncle Wolf thought he would hear Leon say the name he guessed. Unexpectedly, Leon's reaction was: shaking his head with a smile.
Uncle Wolf:?
"What else is there..."
"There aren't that many conspiracies, but it's really interesting. Hehehehe..."
Leon's laughter made Uncle Wolf feel a little embarrassed. He always felt that there was something of his own going on here!
"So, you saw it?"
"yes!"
"But you don't want to tell me now?"
"yes!"
"So, I'll know soon?"
"yes!"
"That's me... Why don't you change the word!"
For some reason, Uncle Wolf felt that there was some conspiracy going on against him when he saw Leon's naughty nod.
Leon wasn't angry either. He still smiled and patted Uncle Wolf on the shoulder: "It does have something to do with you, but... it shouldn't be... not a bad thing, right? Anyway, I don't think it's a bad thing."
After saying that, Leon greeted: "Shukaku, let's go!"
The little thing climbed onto Leon's shoulder nimbly and waved to himself.
Seeing Leon leaving with his hands behind his back in a good mood, Uncle Wolf could only helplessly wait for the follow-up.
"This time, I can't leave even if I want to."
You have to wait until that "good thing" happens.
Chapter completed!