29

In a villa in New York, USA, a teenager wearing a Hawaiian shirt came to the boy excitedly, holding a thick stack of drawings.

"Xiao Guang, what do you think of my drawing?" This is Noel, who has been in the United States for some time. Now he has adapted well to the environment, learned various slacking techniques, and successfully created his own comics.

Morobushi Kagemitsu took the drawing. He knew that the boy was preparing to draw a comic and had been drawing it, but he didn't expect that he would produce results so early.

Just looking at the cover was enough to surprise him. The simple and accurate lines outlined a boy in a coat walking on a colorful road. The gentle light colors and the gorgeous light and shadow were cleverly combined to give the whole picture a warm atmosphere. Even though he had never studied painting professionally, Morobushi Kagemitsu still realized that what Noel said about being able to paint was not just talk.

"It's a great painting," he exclaimed, and turned the page to the story.

After all, he was also very curious about what kind of story Noel would tell.

Ten minutes later, Morofushi Jingguang put down the draft and first praised the painting skills.

"I have to say that the storyboards you draw are very mature. The level of this comic is at least better than the comic books I bought when I was a student."

"Hahaha, is it really that good?" Noel smiled and scratched his head, answering modestly, but the meaning in his eyes was about to overflow if he said a few more compliments. Of course, Morofushi Jingguang also received this point very well and complimented a few more times.

Noel was enjoying the listening very much, like a cat being stroked, in a completely harmless state with his belly exposed.

"I have drawn part of the story and plan to submit it in Japan," he added. "After all, we still have to go back, and it would be beneficial for my plan to make a name for myself there."

Morobushi Kagemitsu didn't ask the boy what his plan was. He just suddenly thought of his classmate and said with a smile, "That's good. After all, you said you were a manga artist in your second year of graduate school."

"I shall soon be worthy of the name."

Noel immediately said that after all, in Xia Tian’s last memory, he was already a mature cartoonist, and this was naturally the reason why he was able to master drawing so quickly.

"As for the story, I wasted a lot of time on it."

Noel looked at Morobushi Kagemitsu expectantly, but found that he was silent.

The story is not complicated. Compared with the currently popular adventure boys' comics, it is more like an exquisite picture album. It tells the story of a young traveler who has lost his memory and is looking for his own memories. During this period, he meets various people and various things happen.

The sketch briefly introduces the traveler's amnesia and then begins the first story.

The traveler met a couple. As he was short of money at the time, he was taken in by the couple for a night and listened to a story told by the couple.

Their son was friends with another boy. One day, they were in danger. The boy died, but their son survived.

"He saved our son, so we are always grateful to him."

The deceased boy's family was not wealthy, and the couple paid off his family's debts, even using up their own savings.

"But the boy's parents still committed suicide out of excessive grief. After all, they were elderly bereaved. If our child had died at that time, I'm afraid we would have made the same choice."

The lady sighed, saying that she was not surprised by the death of the other parents. Her eyes were filled with tears as she shed tears for this painful fact. Their son also walked out of the room, looking not in good spirits. After all, it was too sad that his friend died to save him. He could only pat his mother's shoulder and comfort each other.

“Children are so important to the family.”

The traveler was deeply moved by the story, but he had lost his memory and didn't know where his home was or what his parents looked like.

Do they love me as much?

The traveler felt the love was a little heavy, but he still longed for his family. He said goodbye to the couple and their son and set out on his journey again.

The story ends uneventfully, but every corner of the room is clearly depicted with delicate brushstrokes. Even the expressions of the couple and their son are so real. The man's raised eyebrows when he speaks and the fine lines at the corners of the woman's eyes are all clearly visible.

At the end, when the three people saw off the travelers, they had faint smiles on their faces. The soft and fresh color scheme created a faint sense of happiness, which will definitely make the viewers feel happy.

"How about my story?"

Noel asked again.

Morofushi Kagemitsu still did not answer, but just read the story again. The warm painting style and the cuteness of the characters, all of whom were 5-head-tall, made it look like a collection of illustrations that healed people's hearts.

"Noel, this story... doesn't feel right."

Zhu Fu Jingguang kept turning the pages, his eyes scanning every detail in the painting.

The couple's body movements and facial expressions when they told this story showed obvious signs of lying.

There were always mosquitoes in the couple's house. Through their description, it was learned that the source was the kitchen. The traveler once wanted to go in but was stopped.

When the couple's son first appeared, his eyes became evasive and he looked obviously guilty.

The layout of the whole room is very neat, and it is obvious that it has been carefully cleaned recently, but the occasional dark color and scratches on the wall, and the paintings that are out of tune with the layout and hung in discordant places seem to be hiding something...

Continuing to flip forward, when the traveler just arrived at the street, there were newspapers flashing by, some praising the friendship between the two teenagers, and some suggesting that the surviving child should support the other's parents in their old age...

The only thing that was not mentioned was that the dead child's parents were also dead.

There is a slight sense of disharmony in all this.

"Noel, did you make up this story?" Morobushi Jingguang thought for a moment and asked.

"No," Noel would not hide such a small matter from Morobu Jingguang, he said:

"I met him when I was a kid, what's wrong?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this couple killed the parents of the dead boy." Morobushi Kagemitsu expressed his guess. As a professional, he could not ignore the inconsistency.

"How did you know that?!"

Noel asked in surprise.

"You replicated the scene very well." Morobushi Kagemitsu said with a complicated expression. Even if it was not mentioned in the dialogue, the scene itself was telling a story.

Noel's painting skills were good enough to show all the details, and the evidence was laid bare.

"I even deliberately changed it..." Noel muttered as he took the sketch, turned to one of the pages and pointed at it:

"I went into the kitchen and saw human remains. It was definitely that couple's."

"They cut the bodies of the two men into pieces and told me the whole process."

"It's weird, right? The child was saved by the other child, so we should be grateful."

This incident confused him and he simply couldn't figure it out. After all, under normal circumstances, people would be grateful when they were rescued. Even in criminal organizations, this rule was sometimes followed. However, the couple in this story were not poor and vicious people, and they even had a good reputation among their neighbors.

"Has the story of these two children been widely reported by the media?" Morofushi Jingguang asked as he looked at the opening newspaper.

"Indeed, I couldn't read at the time, but I knew about it because people were talking about it everywhere." Noel thought for a moment and answered, but this still didn't make him understand the reason.

"Because, great favors are followed by great hatred." Zhufu Jingguang said in a complicated tone. Seeing Noel's confused look, he did not explain further, but changed the subject.

"You said you experienced it?"

"It happened a long time ago. I wanted to draw a story but couldn't seem to come up with anything, so I could only use it as material. I originally changed it to make it look better, but you could tell at a glance that something was wrong."

Noel said that he thought the story looked perfect after his adaptation.

"You said you went into the kitchen and they found out?" Zhu Fu Jingguang immediately grasped the point. Even though he knew the boy should be fine, he was still a little worried.

"Yes, they wanted to kill me. Actually, they let me in to frame me, but I escaped quickly."

Noel thought back to the situation back then. The ferocious expressions of the couple made him feel that his comics were already filtered through a lot of filters.

"But I've already sent the comics, and with such an obvious bug, it will probably be returned." For the first time, Noel regretted acting too quickly. If the comics publishing house saw this, it would probably not pass review.

Surprisingly, the comic was not only not returned, but was quickly signed by a publishing house.

———

"So, Rye is an undercover agent?"

Vodka, who was driving, was shocked after listening to his elder brother's call. He had seen Rye Whiskey before. He had been promoted very quickly since he joined the organization, and his strength was beyond doubt. But he turned out to be an undercover agent? !

"Little rat of the FBI." Gin snorted coldly and said.

"So, brother, are we going to America now?" Vodka asked cautiously. He was keenly aware that his brother was not in a good mood at the moment.

Generally speaking, the work of cleaning up undercover agents has always been done by Gin, who is powerful enough and absolutely trustworthy, which is why his reputation in the organization is so terrifying.

"No need, there are more suitable candidates in the United States now."

"Who?" Vodka asked subconsciously, wondering which bastard dared to steal his big brother's job, but then he reacted with a shocked look on his face and said, "That Grappa kid?"

"The boss gave the order." Gin closed his eyes and rested, obviously not going to say anything else. Vodka had to shut his mouth subconsciously.

Just like even if he was unhappy, he thought of Grappa first. Grappa was the only powerful and absolutely loyal person in the organization still in the United States.