"Blinky, suck out the substance in Uvogin's body that caused him to pass out."
"Ha yo ha yo."
The vacuum cleaner worked very hard, sucking out all the harmful substances through the wound on Uvogin's shoulder that had not yet healed.
It also includes some broken leech.
"It seems that the leech problem has indeed been solved."
When several people saw this scene, they almost knew that Uvogin did not have any problem.
Well, there is no restriction on the physical level.
As for whether he himself was bound or restricted by the other party's strange Nen ability, they will have to wait and see.
"It's even possible that he gives us Uvogin so that we would feel like we had saved Uvogin, and then he would remotely launch some hidden trick on Uvogin, and Uvogin would die in front of our eyes…"
Feitan stood aside, looking at the other party with the utmost malice.
This possibility is not impossible.
But Machi felt that judging from her interactions with Lan, he didn't seem like a guy with such bad taste.
"Hayo!"
After Blinky shuck out the last of the harmful substances.
Uvogin made a muffled sound from his mouth and then slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing that caught my eye was Phinks' extremely stinky mouth.
"Hey, you woke up…"
Phinks continued: "We almost thought you were dead and were planning to bury you right there."
"… Where is this?"
Uvogin sat up cross-legged and looked around at the first moment.
"This is the Cemetery Building in Yorknew City."
Feitan said in a low voice: "Where were you taken before, and what happened to you?"
This is also what the Phantom Troupe wants to know most.
Then the result…
"I can't answer that."
Uvogin refused directly, and after seeing the familiar figures of his companions, he patted his butt and got up from the ground.
"I'm hungry, I want to eat."
His tone was very calm.
"Um?"
Feitan frowned when he didn't get the answer he wanted.
"Are you being brainwashed or controlled by the other party?"
"No, I'm not."
The expression on Uvogin's face and his tone of voice all showed that he was very rational: "I know that Shalnark and Nobunaga were captured by the enemy, but they should be safe for now."
"I was released only after I negotiated terms with the other party."
"As for the content of the conditions, I am not in a position to say more."
"Anyway, I'm going to have a good meal first, and then…"
Uvogin's eyes were bulging, and he opened his mouth, showing bright white teeth, and clenched it fiercely: "I'm going to tear the guy who killed Sarasa into pieces!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the suppressed emotions in his heart were released a little.
Instantly, it transformed into an extremely powerful bloodlust that surged and impacted the entire venue.
"Such power… as expected of him."
Phinks made his judgment immediately.
"But he said Shalnark… Was captured with whom?"
Phinks tilted his head and asked puzzledly.
"He's talking about Nobunaga…"
Feitan said sullenly: "Why does he think so?"
The others also looked at Machi, who brought Uvogin back.
Machi shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand either.
On the other hand, Uvogin.
After releasing that vast bloodlust, he couldn't help but feel even hungrier.
"I have to eat quickly and then find the murderer…"
Uvogin didn't care at all about the puzzled expressions on the faces of the members around him, but he didn't even take two steps when…
"Is it you, Uvogin?!!"
He heard a loud roar from mid-air, which seemed to be a voice of great surprise and was also very familiar to him.
Moreover, the sound came from far away and seemed to be approaching quickly.
"Nobunaga?!!"
For the first time since he came back, Uvogin's face showed an expression of confusion and doubt.
Nobunaga… Wasn't he captured by that guy?!
Meanwhile, in the underground prison room of the Nostrade family, the platform where Uvogin was originally imprisoned now had a new person on it.
"It looks like you're awake."
Lan looked at Chrollo, who opened his eyes.
"You are in much better physical condition than I thought."
Chrollo was still recalling the previous battle.
It can't be said to be a battle; it should be said that he was toyed with and played with.
"You shouldn't be an Emission type."
Chrollo's face was calm, and his tone was equally certain.
Even though Lan had been using the aura beam emitted from his fingertips to deal with him.
But when he kept dodging while narrowing the distance between them.
The opponent started with a peculiar posture.
Zen Seal!
Then Chrollo lost consciousness.
"It should be using abilities like time freeze to stop my body and even my mind."
"The ability to release aura beams and manipulate time-like ability…"
Chrollo is still analyzing: "Apart from being a Specialist type, there is no other possibility."
"Moreover, to use that ability, it requires the specific hand gesture of putting both hands together at the waist…"
Chrollo muttered to himself.
He was a specialist, so he felt this most deeply.
"Your guess is pretty much right."
Lan didn't hide it. It was not difficult for a person with a high IQ and rich experience to guess this kind of thing.
The main thing is that they will never have the opportunity to deal with this kind of ability again in the future.
"What are you going to do with me?"
Chrollo's eyes were still as deep as a pool of water.
"To deal with you, I should use the information from other people."
Lan looked at him and said: "I just did the work of a Blacklist Hunter, which is considered enacting."
Lan didn't want to say anything more to a guy like Chrollo.
Such a guy can get a lot of useful information he wants from the clues in a few words.
"This is the iron bed that Uvogin was on before. Next, you should feel how he felt before."
The lights suddenly dimmed.
Endless darkness enveloped the room.
Chrollo was lying on the iron bed, staring at the dark ceiling with his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"His heartbeat was, as usual, unwavering…"
Melody outside the door timely conveys Chrollo's reaction and mood.
"There's nothing like the anxiety of dying, fear, or hypocritical dissonance."
"The sound of a heartbeat like that means … He has accepted his own death."
"Death is with him side by side at every moment, and he enjoys it…"
Enjoy it?!
Kurapika couldn't imagine that state of mind.
In other words, it was precisely because of this completely unconventional concept that he committed the act of exterminating his own race.
Lan, who came out from the side, could understand a little bit.
When Sarasa was murdered, she was out looking for new videotapes in order to help the Troupe perform better.
So this happened.
From the moment he witnessed Sarasa's tragic death, Chrollo had made up his mind to bear the original sin and embark on the path of self-destruction.
In other words, the young Chrollo died at that time.
In the following ten years, he just used the extreme experiential method to play the villain he imagined in my mind.
The longer he lives, the more sinful he becomes. Death may not be salvation for Chrollo, but he has already prepared himself to accept whatever happens.
Just like when Killua and Gon were caught by the Phantom Troupe, Gon asked again: "Why would you kill someone who has nothing to do with you?"
In Chrollo's words: "Maybe it's because we don't know each other."
"Is it just because I don't know the other party? I don't know how to answer you when you ask me this out of the blue, but I have vowed to play the role of a good villain. It would be easier if I put myself in the shoes of a murderer. Maybe it will become easier if I abandon myself and stop thinking about those disgusting things…"
That was the first time Chrollo showed hesitation when faced with a question.
However, no matter whether he is really ready to die, at least at this time, he has no right or room to choose.
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