The dilapidated boat did not fall apart halfway, and under the impetus of the recovered Dawn's spirit, it reached the shore smoothly.

Jack saw that Don was in a mess, so naturally he wouldn't say anything more, so as soon as he left behind a scene like a good-bye, he hurriedly left.

After seeing Jack off, Dawn shuddered excitedly. The winter night breeze was no joke, blowing on the wet body, which was not much different from the knife.

Fortunately, although Dawn looked embarrassed, he was actually not hurt, and the most serious thing on his body was the penetrating spirit of the hidden sword. However, after the sword gas invaded the body, it was neutralized by the blood gas, and the rest were only skin wounds.

Dawn did not take a taxi, but chose to walk home. His mind is a little confused now.

Scary Face turned out to be his dead neighbor Beth. Dawn remembered the horrible paintings of flesh and blood he had seen when he first saw Beth. And Beth said at that time, "I can't draw, because I've never seen them before." if he said that, didn't he see them all the time? I didn't expect it at that time.

And that time when I came out of Austen Castle, I was inexplicably lectured by Scary Face, saying that I had done something too much. Think of myself kissing and stunning Becky before, this is for my sister.

Dawn touched his nose and thought that he was living under the eyelids of the number one assassin in Laiyan City.

Half an hour later, Dawn came to his attic.

Standing still for a moment, Dawn went to Beth's house first, pushed the door, and squeaked.

The door was unlocked and opened with a push. There was no light in the room and it was dark.

But you can see vaguely that the structure of the house is similar to Dawn's attic, with halls, stairs and guest rooms. The difference is that there are a lot of easels in this hall.

A few steps forward, Dawn suddenly felt something on his toes.

My heart was suddenly startled and spun back.

"there you are." An extremely faint sound came, and then an oil lamp came on.

Dawn squinted and saw Beth reclining on the stairs with a pool of blood beside him.

On the floor of the hall lay a figure dressed in black, a black scarf and a dagger in hand. It was obviously an assassin, but he had been dead for some time.

"it's you, Scary Face!" Dawn dug out the dagger and murmured. In the face of this famous assassin, anyone will be nervous, although he is not far from death, but Dawn believes that if he breaks out, there are not many people who can avoid it in Laiyan City.

"Oh, don't be nervous, call me Beth. Or. Well, what do you call it, an otaku who plays art. " Beth chuckled.

"well." Dawn touched his nose awkwardly and was an art otaku, as he used to say when he and Lena made fun of their neighbors, "you knew I was coming?"

"well, you seem to be interested in me lately." Beth replied casually, then pointed to the side and said, "how about taking a look at this picture for me?"

Uh. Dawn looked away inexplicably, and there was a piece of paper fixed to a drawing board about two feet long, depicting a large group of people walking down the street. Some cry out in anger, some show sadness in their eyes, some raise their arms and roar angrily. Everyone's image and manner are lifelike, standing in front of the painting as if you can hear their cries.

Walking in the center of the crowd and the center of the drawing board are two women. Oh, that's Joshua and Lena. Beth's painter was really good, and the other people Don didn't know, but the appearance, clothes and expressions of the two men matched his impression, which was perfect.

Of course, the most precious thing about this painting is not the authenticity of the painter, but the spirit that can be conveyed through the paper through the painter.

"very well! It's great! " Dawn said sincerely.

", that's good!" Beth seemed very contented.

Dawn licked his lips and couldn't help asking, "are you the one who asked Alan to give me that letter?"

"not bad!"

"Why?"

"ahem." Beth trembled violently, then wiped the blood off his mouth and said, "I've observed you. Your camouflage is the best I've ever seen. You can help me get the ledger." Ahem, don't say that. I don't have much time. I'm waiting for you to come to ask for your help. "

"help?" Dawn said in surprise.

"mm-hmm." Beth took out a colorful dagger and said, "what I want you to do is simply use it to give me the last ride."

"what?" Dawn was so surprised that he envisioned all kinds of answers, but he didn't think that Beth was asking for himself to kill him.

As if expecting Dawn's surprise, Beth pointed to the assassin on the ground and explained, "I had to die of assassination, and it really defiled me to let these assassins do it." Doing it yourself may reveal flaws. After thinking about it, you are the only one who is still an acquaintance, and it is best for you to do it. "

Nima, you're looking for an acquaintance pit. "I'm not a homicidal maniac, you're not my mission target, and I don't have a grudge against you. I can't help you," Tang said with a break and spread his hand: "I'm not a homicidal maniac. You're not my mission target. I can't help you with this."

"ahem." Beth took a sip of blood and frowned. "you don't want to?" Don't worry, you won't be allowed to do it in vain. I left you something on the desk on the second floor, even if you helped me with the ledger last time and the reward for killing me this time. "

"er. It's not a question of remuneration. "

"do you want me to do it myself." Beth bowed his head and murmured, then looked up and said, "if you have time, take care of Becky for me." Well, Bevan. "

"well, what do you want to do?" Dawn said warily.

"Ha ha." Beth gave a long smile, and his face suddenly flushed like a flush, "death!"

The figure flashed wildly, and a bit of awesome gold stabbed Dawn in the heart.

Nima. Dawn subconsciously shook his wrist and the red line was pulled out in an instant.

Ding.

not good! Dawn only felt a huge shock in his wrist, and his right hand could not help but be knocked open, and then something seemed to be stuffed into his left hand.

Poof!

Beth looked up, grinned, closed his eyes contentedly and fell back.

Dawn intended to release the colorful dagger and hugged Beth.

Beth, who had been in a state where the lamp had run out of oil, had just forced a force, and now he had inserted another dagger into his heart, and naturally he could not live.

As if relieved, there was no pain on his face, but a look of serenity.

Dawn looked at it with a complicated look for a moment, then shook his head and said foul-mouthed, "Falk, what is this?". "

Picking up Beth and putting it on a chair on one side, Dawn was silent for a moment, and Dawn began to clear his tracks and get ready to withdraw from the attic.

But then he stopped and went upstairs.

Beth had apparently been cleaned before, and there was little left in his bedroom, a simple bed and a wooden table.

There is a yellowed book on the table, with a shimmering oil lamp beside it.

Dawn went up to open the book.