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"..."
hazy.
His 'Absolute' was neither perfect nor mature. Theory and practice were two different things. As long as there was a trace of his aura leaking out... Hisoka could sense it.
This shows that the latter's alertness is also terrifying.
"How is it? Are you satisfied with my performance?"
Hisoka looked at Long.
boom!
However, what responded to him was the sound of Long closing the door.
Chapter 8: Tearing Off the Disguise
Finally, the show at the Gram Hotel, a venue that can accommodate 100,000 people, began.
The circus led by Mauritonio stepped onto the stage they had longed for.
“This show is the biggest event in all of Gramgarans!”
"Success here means you will become a world-class artist..."
“This is also the stage that all those who work in the performing arts industry dream of stepping onto.”
While the group members were waiting, a manager found them and said in a tone and expression full of pride.
"Today's performance will be held in front of the highest authority in Garance, the head of the Gram family..."
"His applause is the best compliment for you, which is equivalent to being praised by the whole world."
The Gram family?
Hearing this name, Long's heart moved.
The mafia in the Yubian continent is extremely rampant, and it is also the main operating area of the Ten Old Men's industry, not far from Youkexin City. Judging from the fact that this city is named Gram, combined with the background... it is hard not to think that the patriarch of the Gram family is most likely the boss of the underground forces.
"Come on, everybody."
After watching the manager leave, leader Mauritonio smiled at the nervous members.
Whether you can become famous in one battle or not, it all depends on today!
Then, with the music and the opening of the curtain, the performance began.
The members took the stage one by one as they had rehearsed at the beginning.
The hall was packed with people and the noise was deafening.
From the perspective of performing arts alone, the Mauritonio Circus is quite good, otherwise it would not have become famous... After each show, the audience applauded generously and the atmosphere was very heated.
When the leader, Mauritonio, once again escaped the gravity, stepped into the air, and demonstrated his special skill of "air swimming", his graceful and elegant figure completely made people excited...
He is worthy of his reputation as an artist.
The performance was undoubtedly a success.
No chain drops...
Backstage, everyone had a happy smile on their face. Presumably... it wouldn't be long before their net worth would skyrocket, or at least they would become popular celebrities in Gram.
As for the leader, he was taken away by the manager, saying that he was going to meet the leader of the Gram clan...
……
In the evening, everyone gathered together to celebrate.
“You guys are just awesome!”
"Let's drink to our heart's content today, and don't leave until we're drunk!"
"Abbachi, you are a girl, so just drink juice!"
The girl looked around, but didn't see Hisoka and Oboro. The leader who had returned a long time ago was also gone...
"Where are the two of them?"
Abach asked.
"Tsk! Those two little brats, why bother with them!"
Fatty Bolize snorted coldly.
"I'll go look for it."
Abbachi tried to get up.
"What are you looking for? Sit down quickly. I'm not saying anything bad to you, Abachi, but stay away from Hisoka and Oboro! Especially Hisoka. Oboro has changed since he followed him. He's not as obedient as he was at the beginning!"
"Uh……"
One of them reached out and grabbed the girl, trying to dissuade her.
……
In a performance venue that can accommodate 100,000 people.
Mauritonio sat on the steps inside the hotel, looking at the audience seats which had long been empty.
At this moment, footsteps were heard from behind.
"Yo."
A familiar way of greeting made the old man smile: "It's Hisoka... and Oboro..."
He didn't look back.
The people who came were two young men who, in Moritonio's opinion, were incredibly talented.
"There are so many people here making a lot of noise during the day, but now... it's unusually quiet here... It always gives people a sense of unreality."
Moritonio sighed.
"After everything is over, it feels a bit lonely... There's a strong sense of loss."
"It's just like magic... On the stage, we cast a spell on ourselves, glamorous and beautiful... When everything fades away, we are no different from these audiences, just ordinary... mortals."
"Just like magic itself, it doesn't really exist after all... Perhaps this feeling is the emptiness that every magician cannot escape..."
For no reason, the old man uttered a few words of emotion.
"The performance was a great success, and I sat here alone to think about the future development direction of the troupe..."
"Hisoka... I want to give you a more important task. Don't you think... this is a good opportunity for us to get to know each other?"
Moritonio seemed to have a premonition and spoke to himself.
First of all, regarding Hisoka’s origins, this has always been a topic of discussion among the members.
Secondly, Hisoka and Oboro found him alone at this time when they should have been celebrating... their purpose is intriguing.
"It's you, isn't it? The serial killer..."
However, Hisoka suddenly turned his head and smiled at him.
"..."
The leader was silent for a moment, then he also laughed: "Terrible boy."
"Come on, let's talk openly, and Long..."
"Of course, I will tell you all about myself."
Moritonio stood up.
"I'm sorry, I don't really like talking about the past."
Hisoka flipped the playing cards casually.
"I am not interested in other people's affairs."
Long, who had his hands in his pockets, said lightly.
"Oh... By the way, how is your left eye? How does it feel... I'm worried..." Suddenly, Hisoka stopped what he was doing, gave the captain a playful smile, and called out in a sick tone: "John Doe?"
Moritonio subconsciously covered the left half of his face with his hand, his expression tense.
"Don't be nervous. If you move too much... be careful, the fake face... will fall off~~"
Xi Suo reminded.
"That day, you really wanted to kill Abachi, right?"
"You're not going to kill me and Long, are you?"
"Is it because the two of us are too dazzling and have poked your sensitive, fragile, and inferior soul?"
Hisoka spoke recklessly, and every word he said was like a sharp knife, ruthlessly stabbing into Moritonio's heart.
"Just a few words revealed my true colors. Could it be that I have Alzheimer's disease..." The old man laughed at himself and stopped pretending. He tore off a piece of skin from his face, revealing his scarred eyebrows. He glanced at Hisoka and then at Long: "You two...are really dangerous."
Sure enough, something was posted...
Hisoka saw him remove a thin layer of makeup from his face, and the curve of his mouth became more obvious.
In fact, he had guessed Moritonio's identity a long time ago, when Abbachi said that every city the circus had visited had portraits of serial killers posted... He was also sure that Long had also seen through it a long time ago.
"I've always liked people showing surprised expressions..."
“I used to perform magic tricks for my family.”
"But gradually... ordinary performances and audience feedback could no longer satisfy me."
"Finally one day, in pursuit of the ultimate 'expression feedback', I killed my own sister... The painful and struggling facial features and eyes seemed to have more meaning than surprise."
"I want to be a hunter or a traveling artist, just to elevate and transform my performance style... to pursue a completely new method. But... as time goes by, I find that after each performance, my heart is very empty, and this emotion is difficult to heal. Only after killing someone and seeing their face before death can I calm down..."
Long saw Moritonio telling his past, with an expressionless face, and silently backed away.
He knew what was going to happen next...
The venue was left to the two of them.