"Kulapika!" Melody walked to the boy, gave him a look, and turned to walk towards the balcony of the living room.

Kurapika looked up at the door and followed her companion thoughtfully, "Melody, is there anything wrong with that person?"

"Kulapika, the heartbeat of every normal person has its own rhythm, like a symphony about the soul. And that person..." The melody said hesitantly, "I can't say it very clearly. The heartbeat of that person seems to be a pendulum that never changes. I have never heard such a melody."

"Is it possible that he is a soldier and has very self-disciplined behavior?" Kurapika put his finger on his lips and thought carefully, "or he was manipulated by others, so that he could explain why he was freed from Fei Jie's ability."

"No, the melody of the heartbeat is only related to emotions and personality. The manipulated doll will have the same melody as the master. No one in the room is the same as him." The melody suddenly said with some fear, "At that moment Fei Jie used the 'slave of love' on him..., I heard a completely different voice from before."

A hint of fear appeared in the melody's eyes, and he recalled: "It was an extremely crazy and violent voice, full of the most negative emotions of human beings. Kurapika, if that person comes to you, you must be careful, he... is very dangerous!"

"Thank you, melody, I'll be careful." Kurapika looked up at the distance, and slowly clenched his fist on the balcony guardrail.

The melody sighed softly, and she could see that Kurapika did not put her reminder in her heart. The boy's heart was filled with hatred and could no longer accommodate other things.

...

"Arisha, is the boss awake?" Dazoni asked softly to the maid who spoke.

"Miss Niweng is awake and is trying to go out to play!" The waitress Arisa, who came out to open the door, was wearing a kimono and long red hair shawl, and looked like a quiet girl.

"Oh, here it's again!" Dazoni covered his face in distress, as if he was helpless about the willful boss.

"No, no, I don't want it..." When Qin Lun and the other two entered the suite, the bedroom door was open, and there was a girl rolling around on the ground holding a doll, looking like she was stinging tricks.

The girl was wearing a light red shirt and a white long skirt, her long purple hair was tied into a cloud bun, and a headscarf. The floor of the room was filled with all kinds of dolls, and there was a mess everywhere.

"Ahem!" Dazonie's face turned red and he looked at Qin Lun and the other two awkwardly, "Let's wait in the living room first."

After a while, Arisha came to the living room with Nion Nostella who had cleaned up his emotions. When everyone saw the willful side, the girl's face was not shy, her eyes were clear and quiet, but there was a hint of loneliness between her eyebrows.

"Dazoni, when will my father come?" Neon asked as he looked at Dazoni.

"This... the boss has some matters to deal with, but he has already moved on and will soon come to Yorkson City." Dazoni said with a flash of eyes. This answer is mostly perfunctory, and even Qin Lun and the other two could feel it.

"Are you three divination?" Niweng sighed, turned his head and asked Qin Lun and the other two calmly, seemingly getting used to this perfunctory answer.

"Miss Niweng, we are the organizers of the auction. I hope to get your help on the safety of the auction." Yin leaned over gracefully to signal.

"I cannot divine specific events." Nieon shook his head calmly, "and can only make prophecy poems against someone. If the three guests want to divine, please write down your names, birthdays and blood types."

Qin Lun and the other two looked at each other, Lisa nodded at Yin, and said with a smile: "Okay, if Miss Niweng doesn't mind, please give me some divination."

With a sweet smile, Lisa sat opposite Nyon, wrote down her own information on the paper and handed it to the girl.

Nieon nodded and looked at Lisa's information. When she grabbed a pen, her eyes lost their focal length instantly, as if she was under some control, she quickly wrote on a piece of letter paper.

Qin Lun narrowed his eyes slightly, and his right pupil turned into a clock-shaped shape. As the three pointers were slowly pounding, he looked at Niweng cautiously. Yin, who was beside him, also had a mist-shaped thought qi lit up in his eyes, staring at the girl's movements.

The ability to recite in Yin now is an application technique of the four major industries. It belongs to the advanced change of "practice", called "condensing".

"Condensation" can concentrate qi especially on a certain body part. If you concentrate your thoughts on the eyes, you can see the opponent's thoughts. "Condensation" with high concentration can see through the opponent's "hidden" and "desperity", and is the most basic combat skill.

Qin Lun belongs to the body of law, and the incomplete conscious ability that drives the transformation of the killing aura depends on energy value. He cannot use "practice", so he naturally cannot learn "condensation". This is the limit of the law.

However, in fact, young people do not need the skill of "condensing". When the third pointer appears in the clock eye, the perception formed line of time and space is equivalent to the effect of "condensing", and you can also see the other person's thoughts.

Niweng, who was writing a prophecy poem, was covered with a layer of green thoughts all over his body. A strange beast of thought appeared above his right hand, which was connected to a pen. The green thoughts formed lines of beautiful handwriting on the letter paper as the girl wrote.

"Ah, it's done!" After writing the last word, Niweng's pupils re-focused, and the beast of thought above his right hand disappeared at the same time. The girl put down the pen a little tiredly, and didn't look at the prophecy poem she wrote, and pushed the letter to Lisa.

"Miss Niweng, don't you need to take a look?" Yin asked softly in confusion.

"No, I never tell fortunes to myself, nor do I read the prophecy poems I wrote, so that the prophecy will be accurate." Niweng shook his head and looked at Qin Lun and Yin, "Do you two still need divination?"

"Yin, you can go and divinate, and see if the divination results of you two are the same. If they are similar, I don't need to divine anymore, so Miss Niweng doesn't have to work too hard."

Qin Lun's eyes flashed and he greeted Yin with a smile. He was a little afraid of Ni Weng's prophetic ability. Although he was very confident in the identity of the broken starry sky, judging from the main content that has been revealed on the death list, he is very likely to act separately from Yin and Lisa.

If this is true, Qin Lun would rather give up divination than let others know about his future action plan.

After divining Yin and Lisa, Niweng finally couldn't hide his fatigue on his face and yawned.

"Thank you, Miss Niweng, please go back to your room to rest." Lisa said with concern, winked at Arisha behind Niweng, and asked the waitress to take the girl back to rest.

After Niweng left, Yin and Lisa's faces immediately became solemn. Yin handed Qin Lun the content of his divination to watch, "Lisa's divination content is the same! Qin Lun, you are right. There will be big problems in this auction, and we must report it to the organization immediately."

Guard patrol place

Welcome to the spider's attack

The basement will become a cold coffin

Responsibilities become the shackles of guards

The spider's net cannot escape

Only follow the darkness

Only then can you find the exit of light

"If the 'guard patrol place' refers to Yorkson City, then the 'basement' must refer to the underground auction." Silver said with a serious expression. "The prophetic poem seems to indicate that as long as we are loyal to our duties, we will die."

"Well, literally, it should be like this. Being able to make a prediction of inevitable death ignoring our ability means that our opponents are simply unable to compete with each other." Lisa looked at Silver solemnly, as if she wanted to get an answer from her companion's eyes, "Then the spider referred to in the prophecy poem..."

"It should be them...the Phantom Brigade!" Yin nodded affirmatively, looking worried.

Qin Lun suddenly felt aroused in his heart. When Yin mentioned the Phantom Brigade, the main task on the death list again showed a prompt message. This time the prompt message finally showed all the contents of the main task related to the camp selection.

"Phantom Brigade?" Looking at the information on the death list, Qin Lun's pupils shrank into pinholes, and an almost irrepressible excitement surged into his heart, making his face look a little abnormally red.

"Well, this is a gang of thieves active all over the world. It is said that there are 13 members, most of whom are from Meteor Street. They are almost scruples and have no sympathy for people who have nothing to do with them. As long as they have something they want, they will start killing and directly seize them. All members are S-class criminals."

Yin smiled bitterly and explained, Lisa also came to her senses and added: "The people who have seen the brigade are basically dead, and there is very little information about the Phantom Brigade. Even the Hunter Association does not have their intelligence on their comprehension."

"Did you come from Meteor Street like me?" Qin Lun's eyes flashed, and he began to understand why Broken Star Sky specially gave him the identity of a Meteor Street thug. Broken Star Sky looked like Broken Star Sky hoped that he would join the camp of the Phantom Brigade.

At the same time, from the arrangement of the broken starry sky, it seems that the Phantom Brigade has good intentions to the thugs born in Meteor Street, and should not have regarded Qin Lun as an enemy for no reason as soon as they meet.

The tasks given to Qin Lun by the Yin Beast Organization are actually not binding on him. In other words, as long as Qin Lun does not stand opposite to the brigade, he will not have any life danger in this incident.

"The first part of this prophecy poem is very clear, and only the last two sentences are a little confused." Lisa frowned and pointed at the prophecy poem and said, "The prophecy poem allows us to follow the darkness closely so that we can avoid the disaster of death. But what exactly does this 'dark' mean?"
Chapter completed!