Chapter 107: The truth is in front of the teacher, it is best to be an honest child...

Chaomu didn't die in Reborn's bed after all.

She rolled and crawled for her life, and the bullet grazed her body from behind.

As expected of the world's number one assassin, his marksmanship was terrifyingly accurate. Even though Chaomu's dodging skills had improved rapidly over the past few days, he still felt like the mouse in Tom and Jerry, caught in a hail of bullets and hopping around.

Though it didn't hurt, the smell of burning on her tail's ears told her she'd been shot multiple times. Reborn, playing with the mouse, had clearly been deliberately slashing his edge. Just when she relaxed, his attack suddenly became precise, smacking her head with a snap. "It's time to end, stupid Mu."

...He actually meant it!

His vision suddenly became blurry. The little raccoon, who had not expected to be hit in a fatal position, fell headfirst onto the bed, and clicked the load button with trembling paws.

Before she could reach the panel, the blood-red debuff filled her field of vision. The next second, footsteps stopped behind her, and the killer's shoe tip grazed her ear lightly.

"I hope you've realized your mistake," he said slowly. Looking up from below, the chest was still dazzlingly white. "Tell me, what are you thinking now?"

Should he apologize now... or just lash out? Can he still be saved after being shot in the head?

Thoughts were swirling around in his head like a revolving lantern. Chaomu decided to try to give in first and see if he could save himself. He opened his mouth and said, "Although your bullet is very white...but I'm really not an M."

The man smiled meaningfully. "Excellent speech."

Asami realized what he had said: "......?"

No! Didn't she want to apologize?

With trembling paws, she struggled to roll over, intending to argue, to make excuses, to explain. Her mentor, with rare kindness, gave her another chance, his tone surprisingly kind: "Besides that, is there anything else you want to tell me? For example, about your future plans?"

At this time, of course she should answer sincerely, "I have deeply realized my mistake and will never do it again next time," even though everyone knows that she will definitely do it again next time.

This question was indeed very simple. Chaomu confidently wrote the answer on the test paper: "It was your trash can that seduced me first, teacher. I'll come again next time... Okay?"

For the second time tonight, she once again reversed her inner thoughts and her sophistry - under normal circumstances, even if the author is really a poor writer with no ideas, he would not use the same joke twice in a row.

She blinked in confusion, shifted her gaze to the scarlet warning on the screen, and then discovered that the warning was not the near-death warning she thought it was, but... a social death warning?

This red debuff is hung below the character's portrait.

[You have obtained the negative status: Mantra Bullet (effective for 72 hours)]

[Special Bullet - Truth Bullet: Forces the target to tell the truth after hitting it - It's best to be an honest child in front of the teacher.]

The figure above chuckled softly, then reached out and scooped up the little raccoon, unsurprisingly. "It seems the Truth Bullet is indeed well-suited to that liar, hypocritical little raccoon... Finally, do you have anything else to say?"

Chaomu was held in his hand with her tail wagging, and she felt that she was really in trouble this time - if it was a famous tower defense game, she would be the doctor in Kal'tsit's hand, and the next step would be to be hung on the mast.

"So, Reborn-sensei, you can't really read my mind," she said, considering her current state meant she couldn't argue. She looked up at him, determined to finally verify the information she had risked her life to obtain. "If you could truly read my mind accurately, you wouldn't need this special bullet at all."

"Observation is a crucial skill for a killer." Reborn casually lifted the raccoon's neck, brushing his fingertips across the tips of her trembling, furry ears. He didn't directly admit it, but he didn't deny it either. "And you're just as easy to understand as your senior. Most of your emotions are written on your face."

Chaomu had no idea how he caught the raccoon's micro-expressions—but considering that Mr. R could also communicate with insects, this incredible observation ability seemed unremarkable and more in line with common sense.

The young-looking killer adjusted the collar of her nightgown and carried her across the soft wool carpet, patiently teaching her, "Your observation skills are good, but you're a bit too reliant on your intuition, which leads to a single approach. You should expand your thinking and approach things from multiple angles."

"For example, you speculated that I couldn't read minds, basing your assumption on the existence of 'truth bullets.'" At such moments, he was once again a considerate mentor, holding her close and meticulously helping her sort out the mess. "But in reality, reading minds often isn't enough evidence. Even if I could read minds, using truth bullets to get the other person to speak their mind is more effective from the perspective of establishing evidence."

"Oh, right." He produced a brush from nowhere and combed the raccoon's fur. The raccoon involuntarily raised its chin and offered its neck and chest to him, wanting him to pay special attention to the area below its chin. "This thing feels like a divine tool used for interrogation... Vongola's black technology is so terrifying."

But speaking of solidifying evidence...

She exchanged glances with the black-haired boy above her and blinked slowly: "Teacher, you wouldn't..."

Reborn raised the corner of his lips slightly and pulled out a recorder: "Hmm?"

Chaomu: “…………”

#Force# #Recording# #Interrogation#

A few rather unpleasant key words flashed through her mind, and she instinctively covered her three-lobed mouth with her claws, but still failed to stop the inner complaints from blurting out: "I always feel like you are one of those super scary sadistic people. You force people to say something even if they don't want to, and then record it on video and as evidence for the next time you settle the score... It's so scary."

No wonder her senior brother had such a subtle expression when he learned the news after she became Reborn's disciple... Now that I think about it, everything has been foreshadowed long ago. Could it be that her senior brother also has some embarrassing video in Teacher R's hands?

"Now you have it too." Reborn pinched her ear, put the recorder back, picked up the phone from the bedside, and turned on the recording function. "Seventy-two hours is still a long time. Considering that you interrupted my sleep, we still have a lot of time tonight."

At this moment, his tone was quite kind: "After all, I'm not a devil, so I won't ask any tough questions... The following questions are easy to answer, and you can choose your responses."

Chaomu unconsciously glanced at the gun beside him: "......"

To be honest, I don't see where the choice lies.

"First question," the killer's slender fingertips scratched her chin, "given that you're quite skilled at night raids...how many people's homes have you invaded like this?"

The effect of the truth bullet was clearly not just to force the truth; it also caused people to blurt out their true feelings. Chaomu had initially intended to just talk about the number of people, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he began to list the dishes: "Not many, mainly a few neighbors... Hagiwara-kun and Matsuda-kun..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she realized that something was wrong. If she continued to name the dishes, she would definitely mention Skylark. She had successfully dealt with the existence of Jin'er by saying "a few neighbors", but if she mentioned Skylark and the teacher asked her in detail and found out that the thing the Vongola wanted was intercepted by her, wouldn't that be the end of her?

At this moment, the player's reflexes were amazing, and he abruptly changed the subject: "Although I wanted to attack several Guardians, I actually only successfully invaded one Guardian... I didn't touch Mukudera-kun's trash can."

This was indeed the absolute truth, but it concealed another part of her failure, which ultimately allowed her to successfully control the suicide truck without revealing her secret.

The tutor's obsidian eyes gazed at her thoughtfully, and her voice rose slightly at the end: "It's a little more than I expected."

He didn't expand on the question of "invasion" but instead grasped another key point: "Who are your neighbors...who live on the same floor as you?"

Eh?

This question was beyond Chaomu's expectations.

Although neither Sawada Tsunayoshi nor Reborn had directly asked her about her background, but judging from their usual attitudes, she didn't need to think too hard to guess that the Vongola must have investigated her information... Was there any need to ask her about who lived around her?

"The apartment you're renting is a good place... The owner has the ability to protect the privacy of the residents." As if seeing through her confusion, Reborn answered calmly, "Even the Vongola intelligence agency can't get involved - after all, it's Japan, and the family's control is not strong."

Since Chaomu didn't have a clear understanding of the various factions, he didn't elaborate on the organization behind the apartment: the SPW Foundation. The owner, Jotaro Kujo, while not a gangster, was certainly not to be trifled with.

He offered her another option: "If you can't name them, just tell me what skills they can produce for you. You have limited skill slots, and I need to control the range of skills you can acquire."

Reborn didn't mind students keeping their little secrets, but Chaomu was obviously a greedy and willful student. In order to prevent her from learning too much and too messy things, he needed to know clearly what she usually touched - there was no need to ask about her known police friends, and she could also learn skills such as bomb disposal.

"Um……"

Chaomu hesitated for two seconds and controlled his words: After all, if he directly said the name of Shi'er's skills, he would most likely be recognized, so it would be better to answer with summary words.

"There's SSR-level Killer Combat Skills, Hot Weapon Expertise, Disguise, the Art of Language, and a part-time job skill that increases stamina?" She tried to summarize. "There are a few more I don't know what they are—but don't worry, teacher. I'm very unlucky, and it's hard to get those skills by just drawing cards."

These words are quite sad, and those who hear them will cry and those who see them will feel sad.

But Reborn had another guess when he heard it.

Having formed a master-disciple relationship with Chaomu, he was naturally aware of the system's existence and had a certain understanding of how it judged skill levels. These neighbors gathered around her were clearly no ordinary people. On closer inspection, the inability to find their names wasn't necessarily due to the SPW consortium's tight security; there was another possibility...

...Those people of different identities lived around Chaomu originally to provide her with supplies...Behind this, a certain kind of irresistible "fate" dominated everything and eliminated all unexpected factors that might prevent her from having an excellent life experience.

For those favored by fate, this was probably just an ordinary gift from nature. Reborn had seen many people blessed with extraordinary luck, and Chaomu was one of the best among them.

Fate has prepared many gifts for her.

"It looks like you have a good supply of food." After confirming that what she had collected was of good quality, Reborn did not interfere. "These skills are all basic applications and will be very useful to you. Once you have a solid foundation, you can learn those ultimate moves if you want. I won't stop you."

Although he was aware of the peculiarities of his student and her ability to cheat, according to his teaching philosophy, a solid foundation was clearly the top priority.

Most people who have experienced supernatural powers find it difficult to lower their status and improve their basic qualities. In his opinion, Chaomu's current state is just right, with excellent qualities in all aspects and good plasticity. She is a student who will be very rewarding to guide... He can't help but look forward to her future.

"Great." The raccoon, having received his promise, pricked up its ears and cautiously and tentatively nudged him with its paw. "Then can I go back..."

She has said everything she can say, so shouldn't the interrogation phase be over?

The little raccoon is quite skilled at acting cute and coquettish, and it's obvious that he does this a lot. If it was Sawada Tsunayoshi who was there, he would probably soften his heart immediately.

It's just that Reborn is more resistant to this kind of attack.

"That's not the case."

The tutor, who was only gentle for two seconds, patted her head. He watched her ears perk up and then curled back in alertness at his voice, his lips slightly raised. "The questioning session can indeed end here... but you haven't received the punishment you deserve yet."

Chaomu: Not good.

She tried to escape by wagging her tail and kicking her legs, but Reborn caught her mercilessly and held her in his arms.

"From a psychological perspective, the more someone emphasizes their orientation, the more they tend to be drawn to it." He pulled out a length of rope from somewhere, wrapped the jet-black rope around his slender fingertips, and spun it around twice. "Since you always say you don't have masochistic tendencies..."

"As a considerate teacher, I don't mind guiding students to discover their true selves. Don't worry, I'm very skilled and it won't hurt... Where do you prefer to be hung?"

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The author has something to say: Strange plays have increased.

You wouldn't believe it, right? Special bullets don't refer to death bullets!

Doesn't this seem like a natural fit for tsunderes? Using it on Matsuda or Gokudera would be incredibly exciting. I initially wanted to be tough, but it felt so good the moment I opened my mouth. It's a bit of a bummer.