"Mr. Chief." A soft voice came from the shadows, "Do you have a gun?"

The conference room was dark and depressing, with a long table spread across it and figures scattered about it.

On one side of the long table, the leader in a black suit heard the sound and replied indifferently: "Since you requested an interview, it is inevitable to have a gun, Kino."

The light focused, illuminating the person opposite the head.

Kino, an extremely handsome young man, with an appearance so delicate that one can almost confuse gender. His hair reflects a faint luster under the light, the skin on his neck is as delicate as white porcelain, and his pair of amber eyes are as beautiful as the sky under the setting sun.

With lips as thin as cherry blossoms in April.

Most of the muscles and veins in Kino's body have been artificially severed, and the chair is covered with blood. He is restrained by a thick straitjacket, with chains, tape, and plastic ties wrapped around him. Only his hands and head can move slightly.

, so that he can drink water by himself.

Even though he had no wings to fly, he was still smiling and looked harmless. But every committee member, including the leader, knew that he was a smiling devil.

There is no such thing as "killer" in the underground world.

If you want to kill, the target must be a human being.

But in the eyes of "processors", they never regard the target as a person, but as a by-product, which is processed according to the needs of the employer.

For ordinary processors, it is enough to learn "quick processing". The description in the textbook is also very simple: one gun head, two gun chests.

Carbon-based organisms are so fragile.

Even if there are really a few chosen ones, the bullets cannot completely destroy the brain and heart. At most, they will still die if they are shot a few more times.

Quick machining is a skill that most processors can do.

Slow processing is an art.

Read Shakespeare's poems, watch Buryman's art of using the human body, indulge in literature, and be intoxicated by music... Process those earthen pots filled with scarlet liquid into porcelain that has been washed away.

If you want to learn slow processing, learn art first.

Chino is such an artist.

The leader looked at the artist in front of him, loosened his clasped hands, stretched out his fingers and tapped on the table: "I don't understand what you did last week. Without any instructions, you attacked and killed three people without warning.

Commissioner, it has been processed slowly for 72 hours. You should know that I will not allow blood to rise from anywhere inside, including myself."

"This is your code, right? Maintain order and don't let any fools who cause chaos within live." Kino's amber eyes were filled with a smile, "Like you, I also have my own code - I don't like it.

Disrespectful people."

"You killed three of my most capable committee members because of this trivial matter?"

"This is a very serious matter."

"Think you are elegant? In my opinion, a person who does not know how to restrain is just a beast, or even a mad dog."

"Everyone is a beast. You or I are just wearing human clothes."

The leader sneered and spread his hands: "I know how to exercise restraint and will never violate my own rules."

Kino's smile was like a mask, always hanging on his face: "I doubt it."

Beside the long table, a figure on the right asked: "Kino, according to the timeline, you could have fled the country. There is always a pure land in the world that the organization cannot touch. Why did you take the initiative to enter the organization's territory?

Captured by us?"

This is a question for this member, as well as for other members and the leader.

Kino did not answer, but asked an unrelated question: "Mr. Chief, what time is it now?"

The leader shrugged: "Is this a necessary inquiry?"

Kino nodded: "Of course."

The leader glanced at his watch: "It is 19:23 local time."

Kino smiled and said: "Your lover is already home and cooking in the kitchen waiting for you to come back, right?"

A sharp chill appeared in the leader's eyes. No matter how careless his business was about human life, he never let his lover know about it. In her eyes, he was just a gentle and good husband, nothing more.

Lover, this is the existence in his heart that he will never allow others to violate.

The leader's voice began to turn cold: "You shouldn't mention her. Betraying the organization, attacking the committee members, and mentioning my lover, these three points combined will make you suffer from slow processing that measures months at a time."

Kino ignored the warning, with some expectation in his eyes: "Try?"

If you beg for mercy, you can kill it with just one bullet. This is a reward for the hard work of the processor.

Provocation can only result in torture.

The leader issues instructions at the operating terminal, representing the irrevocable supreme will.

The slow processing command takes effect.

Chino was sentenced to six months of slow processing.

During these 6 months, any processor involved in the execution should ensure that he will not die easily so that he can fully withstand all processing methods.

The leader has seen many traitors. No matter how cold and bloodthirsty they are, once they are captured by the organization and hear the slow processing instructions, their legs will become weak, and they will even cry bitterly.

These processors understand better than anyone what a gorgeous and cruel art slow processing is.

However, Kino didn't seem to care about what happened next. His hands were cuffed on the table, and his fingertips were beating rhythmically.

If you are a person who studies music, you will find that this is Ludwig van Beethoven's highest symphonic masterpiece - the fourth movement of the "Ninth Symphony".

"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta..."

For some reason, the leader became more and more irritable as he listened. This melody seemed to have a magical power that made his heart beat faster unconsciously.

"Bang." The door was suddenly pushed open, and several men in black appeared next to the leader, their faces pale, and they whispered something.

The leader's eyes quickly became distracted, and his whole person suddenly collapsed. He grabbed his collar with all his strength and cried, "No, no, no... no!!... My home... no!!!"

The scene fell into commotion, and a man in black reported to the crowd: "Dear members, the leader has received very bad news. There was a fire of unknown origin in his residence, and there were no survivors in the house. We are saddened by this."

"Hehe, hehehe..." The sneer brought the entire atmosphere to a freezing point. Kino's amber eyes slowly moved up, looking at the sobbing leader, and said with a smile, "I'll give you a suggestion, the natural gas in the mountain villa

Pipes are prone to rust and should be repaired regularly. Otherwise, as long as there are some minor problems with the circuit board, it may lead to catastrophe."

The leader rushed over like crazy, his eyes were all broken, and he didn't look aloof like before. He grabbed Kino's hair and screamed: "Murderer!!! Murderer!!!!"

"Mr. Chief, do you like to read novels? I like Chekhov's books very much." Kino let the Chief pull his hair, his eyes were deep and his voice was as deep as the sea, "He once said: If the drama is

If there is a gun in the first act, then in the third act, the gun must go off."

Before anyone could react, the irrational leader had already taken out his gun and aimed it at Kino while roaring.

The committee member hissed: "The slow processing order has been issued and cannot be violated! If you shoot and break the organization's guidelines, he will win!"

The leader's face was filled with tears, and the hand holding the gun began to tremble. The warm memories of spending time with his lover lingered in his heart, and finally defeated his reason.

"Look, I said, everyone is a beast." Kino raised his handcuffed hands, put his fingers to the corners of his lips, and raised them, "Don't be so serious, smile at me~"

"Bang!" The gunshot rang out and blood spattered.

...

dark.

There is no light at all.

[Body data transmission...]

[Fatal damage detected, repairing...]

In the darkness, Kino slowly opened his eyes. He touched his eyebrows with his hand, but found no bullet holes and no blood on his hands.

The amber pupils moved sideways, and there was darkness as far as the eye could see, but inexplicably, lines of shining words emerged:

[Special talent detected, growth qualification: SSS]

[The exclusive reincarnation ability is awakened and can be unlocked after completing the first mission]

Kino moved his eyes and found that the words did not disappear due to the movement of his sight. From this, he determined that these words were not floating in the air, but were presented directly through the optic nerve.

Kino: "Where is this?"

Two words came to mind:

【High-dimensional】

Kino asked casually: "What do you want from me?"

【Are you willing to become a reincarnation? 】

"Reincarnator? Oh~ you mean, like what is written in those books on the Internet, what kind of contract will be signed with you? Enter the world of film and television, travel through all the worlds, complete tasks to obtain rewards, continuously strengthen yourself, and then conquer one plane after another.

, and finally become the master of the world?" Kino's lips raised a sarcastic arc, and his tone was very playful, "What? Isn't there a more novel routine?"

【Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live?】

[Your body has died, you can be reborn after signing a contract and become a reincarnator]

【Do you want to sign a contract? 】

Kino couldn't help but smile: "You seem to have misunderstood something. The reason why I was captured by them was not because I failed, but because I wanted to."

"I find that the world I live in is getting worse and worse, and everyone is very rude. Sometimes, I help others process skin bags into more exquisite porcelain, hoping that they will express their gratitude to me, but what I get in exchange is crying.

and swearing.”

"A world without manners makes me feel very boring. So, I decided to call it a day in an interesting way and start a long sleep."

"Courtesy is very important to me. If you want me to do something, be polite and give me your reward, I will consider it."

【Do you want to sign a contract? 】

A sly smile appeared in Kino's eyes, as if he was looking at the mastermind behind writing these words: "I don't care if you are a human, a ghost, the Lord of Reincarnation, or some so-called supreme existence. You woke me up from my long sleep,

Not only did you not apologize, but you also made some strange requests. I don’t even know who you are. It’s the most basic courtesy to say your name before greeting people, isn’t it?”

"So, rude person, you ask me if I want to live again and sign a contract? OK, I'll give you the answer."
Chapter completed!