Finally, the performance show at Gram Hotel, which can accommodate 100,000 people, began.

The circus headed by Moritonio stepped onto the stage they had longed for.

“This show is the biggest event in all of Gramgarrans!”

"Success here means that you will become a world-class artist..."

"This is also the stage that everyone who is engaged in performance dreams of stepping onto."

While the team members were waiting, a manager found them and said in a tone and manner full of pride.

"Today's performance will be held in front of the highest authority in Garans, the head of the Gram family..."

"His applause is the best compliment to you, and it is equivalent to being praised by the whole world."

Gram family?

When I heard this name, my heart moved.

The mafia in Ubian Continent is extremely rampant, and it is also the main operating area of ​​the Ten Old Man Industry, not far from Youkesin City. Judging from the fact that this city is named Gram, combined with the background... it is difficult not to let

He thought that the leader of the Gram clan was probably the boss of the underground forces.

"Come on everyone."

Watching the manager leave, the group leader Maulitonio smiled at the nervous members.

Whether you can ‘become famous in one battle’ is 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.

There were no empty seats in the museum... and there was a buzz of people.

In terms of performing arts alone, the Moritonio Circus still has two skills, otherwise it would be impossible to gain fame... Every time the show comes to an end, the audience does not hesitate to applaud, and the atmosphere is fiery.

And when the group leader Moritonio once again broke away from gravity, stepped into the air, and showed off his special skill of "swimming in the air", 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 dropped...

Back behind the scenes, everyone has a happy smile on their face. Presumably... it won't be long before their net worth soars, at least in Gram, they will become popular celebrities.

As for the leader, he was taken away by the manager, saying that he was going to see the boss of the Gram clan...

…

In the evening, everyone gathered together to celebrate.

“You guys are so awesome!”

"Drink to your heart's content today, and you won't come home until you're drunk!"

"Abaqi, you are a girl, just drink juice!"

The girl looked around and found no trace of Hisoka or Hajime. The leader, who had returned a long time ago, was also missing...

"Where are the two of them?"

Abaqi asked.

"Tch! Those two brats, no matter what they do!"

Fatty Bolize snorted coldly.

"I'll go look for it."

Abaqi wanted to get up.

"What are you looking for? Sit down quickly. I'm not telling you, Abachi, stay away from Hisoka and Hajime! Especially Hisoka, Hajime has changed after following him, and he is not as honest as he was at the beginning!"

"Well……"

One person reached out and grabbed the girl and tried to dissuade her.

…

In a performance venue with 100,000 people.

Moritonio sat on the steps of the hotel, looking at the empty auditorium.

At this time, a burst of footsteps came from behind.

"Yo."

A familiar way of greeting made the old man smile: "It's Hisoka...and Hazel..."

He didn't look back.

The people who came were none other than two young men with amazing talents in Moritonio's opinion.

"So many people are noisy here during the day, but at this time...it's extremely quiet here...it always gives people an unreal feeling."

Moritonio sighed.

"After everything is over, people feel deserted... There is a strong sense of gap."

"It's just like magic... On the stage, we cast magic on ourselves, and we are glamorous... When everything fades, we will be 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 can't escape..."

For no apparent reason, the old man expressed a few words of emotion.

"The performance was a great success. I was alone here quietly thinking about the future development direction of the theater company..."

"Hisoka... I want to give you a more important job. Don't you think... this is a good opportunity for us to get to know each other?"

Moritonio seemed to have a premonition and said to himself.

First of all, the origin of Hisoka has always been a topic of discussion among the members.

Secondly, Hisoka and Hajime, at this time when they should be celebrating, found their purpose alone... which is thought-provoking.

"Is that you? The serial murderer..."

However, Hisoka suddenly turned his head and smiled at him.

"..."

The group leader was silent for a moment, and then smiled: "Terrible boy."

"Come on, let's have a frank chat, and..."

"Of course, I will also tell you everything about myself."

Moritonio stood up.

"Sorry, I don't really like talking about the past."

Hisoka flipped the playing cards very casually.

"I'm not interested in other people's affairs either."

Hazy, who put his hands in his pockets, said calmly.

"Oh... By the way, how is your left eye? How do you feel... I'm very worried..." Suddenly, Hisoka stopped moving his hand, showed a teasing smile to the leader, and called in a sick tone.

:"john.doe?"

Moritonio subconsciously covered the left half of his face with his hand, looking tense.

"Don't be nervous, if you move too much...be careful, that fake face...will fall off~~"

Hisoka reminded.

"That day, you really wanted to kill Abaqi, right?"

"You shouldn't have murderous intentions towards me and Hajime, right?"

"Are the two of us too dazzling and pricking your sensitive and fragile soul with low self-esteem?"

Hisoka spoke unscrupulously, and every word was like a sharp knife, mercilessly piercing into Moritonio's heart.

"A few words made me exposed. I must have Alzheimer's disease..." The old man laughed at himself and stopped pretending. He tore off a piece of plastered skin from his face, revealing his scarred eyebrows.

Jiao Jiao, looked at Hisoka, and then at Hao: "You two... are really dangerous."

Sure enough, I posted something...

Hisoka saw him remove a layer of 'thin' from his face, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more obvious.

In fact, he had guessed Moritonio's identity very early on. When Abbacchi said that the cities where the circus visited had portraits of serial murderers... He was also sure that Hagi had figured it out a long time ago.

"I've always liked people's surprised expressions..."

"I used to perform magic tricks for my family."

"But gradually... ordinary performance methods and audience feedback can no longer satisfy me."

"Finally one day, because of the pursuit of the ultimate 'expression feedback', I killed my sister... The painful and struggling facial features and eyes seemed to be more meaningful than surprise."
To be continued...