(Note: The beginning of this chapter quotes a few lyrics from the song "The Little Blacksmith of Milan" written by Teacher Fang Wenshan. If there is any similarity, it is not a coincidence)

February 14, Milan.

He stood at the old newsstand on the corner of the street.

His eyes were staring at the window next door.

A guitar, enjoy it from afar.

Next to the street of the baroque building.

A smoky tavern.

In the tavern, a middle-aged man in a suit walked out.

There was a conspicuous scar on the man's face and a cold and solemn look in his eyes.

Jack lit a cigarette for himself and walked towards the man next to the newsstand holding a guitar and singing.

At first, the other party was still very natural, and when Jack stood in front of him, he played more attentively, like a real street artist, as if expecting Jack to throw money into his piano box.

But Jack raised his hand and dusted the ashes into the piano box a few times.

Just as the spy was wondering if he had been exposed...

"Do you know what's wrong with you?" Jack actually spoke to him.

The spy couldn't understand what this meant. In order to beware of the other party's fraud, he just replied: "Ah?"

"You play too badly." Jack gave the answer directly without waiting for his answer.

"Ha...I'm sorry, sir, I'm just making a living." The spy replied with a wry smile, and felt relieved in his heart, thinking, "I'm scared to death, I thought I was discovered."

Unexpectedly, the next second, Jack changed his tone: "But the money in your piano box shows that you seem to be quite popular."

"Haha, maybe everyone has a different understanding and feeling of music." The spy was shocked again when he heard this, but he still replied with a smile.

"Is that?" Jack continued to smoke and continued to dust the other party's piano box as if nothing had happened. "I have observed you for twenty minutes, and there were no passers-by who gave you money during this period; that is to say, the money in the piano box was thrown in twenty minutes ago, right?" He paused, lowered his head and glanced at the piano box. "Although there were whole and small, from the amount of these currencies, at least more than fifteen people gave money for your piano skills..." As he said, he looked up at a pillar-top clock standing in the middle of the street, "It's 7:30 in the morning, the moisture has just begun to drop, and the dew on the plants has not dried yet, and from your wool coat and hat, you have definitely not stood here for half an hour... Then I want to ask, what happened in those ten minutes at the beginning? A tour group for morning exercise?"

"o~o~ Are you a detective sir? Is this an interrogation or something?" The spy raised his hands and surrendered, and smiled, "Okay, I admit that I put some money in the piano box myself, but this is not illegal, right? All the artists know that doing this will make the business better... Haven't you ever thought about this?"

"Of course I know this." Jack replied calmly, "So... to confirm my speculation, five minutes ago, I spent some money, hired someone to come and stole some money from your piano box."

"You..." Now, the spy was caught off guard by killing.

"He passed by, pretending to bend down and invest money for you, but in fact he grabbed a handful of money and left." Jack continued, "But you didn't pay attention to him at all... Not only did you not notice what he did, you even ignored the fact that 'someone stayed in front of you'."

By the time he said this, Jack had finished smoking the cigarette in his hand and threw the whole cigarette butt into the piano box: "I just said 'I have observed you for twenty minutes, and there are not a single passerby who gave you money during this period'. He is also testing you, but you did not refute...

“As a street artist who wants to make the business better, your attention is not focused on business at all, but keeps staring at the window of the coffee shop across the street… This is a bit too much.

"In addition, the calluses on your hands and your piano skills clearly point out that although you have learned guitar, it has happened many years ago. At least you have never touched the piano for a long time before today."

Speaking of this, the spy knew that he must have been exposed, and the smile on his face had naturally turned into a fierce look.

"Hmph... you are such a long-winded guy..." The spy said, slowly retreating. Once he retreated to the right distance, he would activate the small cannon in the guitar and shoot it at the man in front of him. "Isn't it okay to tell me from the beginning? Why are you doing so much to waste?"

"Actually, I don't talk much, but... I'm making a bet with people now, so I have to say a few more words." Jack said.

"Oh? What are you gamble?" The spy was still delaying time and setting a distance.

"Betting if I can move you to this position without touching you at all." Jack replied.

The spy was stunned for a second after hearing this... At this moment, an arm stretched out from the back door of the newsstand behind him, covered his mouth, and pulled him into the guitar with his men and others.

About twenty seconds later, a hunched old man walked out of the main entrance of the newsstand.

Although the makeup was well-behaved and the waist was bent very low, the man's figure was still a bit too strong, not very compatible with his wrinkles and hunchback.

"Okay, I owe it to fifty first." As Solid spoke, he wiped his blood-stained hand with a dirty rag that was too dirty to tell.

"It sounds like you are planning to use another bet to settle the debt." Jack said, raising his foot to close the piano box on the ground, and kicking it into the counter of the newsstand with one move.

"Anyway, there will always be a chance, right?" Solid replied shrugging.

At the same time, across the street, in the cafe.

"Look, they are so bored that they have to use the 'bet' method to solve the secret whistle in a variety of ways." Zilin held his cheek with one hand, looked out the window, and said with a smile.

"I don't care about them..." Kageori, who was sitting opposite Kori, looked at him with a face that was still not awake, and said, "What are you trying to call me, a wanted criminal, to a place with cameras everywhere?" She gently tapped the table with her fingers, "We have been sitting here for nearly an hour, and you don't say anything to you... Also, the things in this 7-11 coffee shop are so unpalatable."

"Don't worry, it's coming soon." Zilin smiled, "I just want to give you a surprise."

"Ha?" Kageori thought about this several times and suddenly thought of today's date, "Hey... what does it mean? Could it be that you prepared something strange to confess to me or simply propose to me?"

"Hahaha..." Zilin was amused by her reaction, but she still laughed without saying a word.

Just at this moment...

bite

The main entrance of the coffee shop opened and a woman in casual clothes walked in.

Instead of finding a seat to sit down, she walked directly into the bar and greeted another waitress in the bar with a smile.

Zilin's eyes moved to her first. Seeing this, Yingori turned her head and looked over.

When she saw the woman, Kageori's doubts were instantly resolved, but at the same time, she was also stunned...
Chapter completed!