Black Butterfly's fingers shuttled through Song Ying's hair, and her long black hair poured down like a waterfall.
"Uncle." Song Ying asked again: "What is your occupation? If it's not convenient to say, you don't have to say it."
Black Butterfly hesitated for a moment and found an ambiguous answer: "A killer hired by an organization."
"Killer, so cool." Song Ying smiled like a flower: "I never thought I could get to know a living killer."
Black Butterfly asked: "Aren't you afraid?"[
"Don't be afraid." Song Ying said, "Uncle is a good person."
Black Butterfly said word by word: "I am a killer, a killer who kills people like crazy."
"That's a good person too." Song Ying closed her eyes and smiled slightly: "I believe that uncle never kills innocent people."
"You are wrong." Black Butterfly sighed: "I only kill people who the organization tells me to kill."
"organize?"
"I can't say any more."
"Okay, then I won't ask anymore." After a while, Song Ying asked again: "When are we going to rescue Chu Tingting?"
"Wait until your hair is completely dry." Black Butterfly said, "You will catch a cold if you go out with wet hair."
"Okay, I will listen to uncle in everything." Song Ying couldn't see anything, her eyes were dark. She should have felt scared and frightened, but she had never felt so safe and secure.
When Song Ying's hair was almost completely dry, Black Butterfly answered the phone. After learning Ma Liang's location, he took Song Ying away from here. When he got in the car, Black Butterfly thought for a moment and said seriously: "
Song Ying, I must tell you again, be sure to open your eyes and look at me. Otherwise, I must kill you."
"I understand, I understand." Song Ying smiled: "Uncle is a killer, and others cannot see his face."
Song Ying closed her eyes and felt the car start. After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped again. The black butterfly carried Song Ying out of the car and walked as fast as flying. Although Song Ying closed her eyes, she could feel the desolation here.
There were no lights, and the surroundings were covered with weeds. It seemed to be in an open area in the suburbs.
"Hold tight." Black Butterfly whispered; "Now I have to climb over a wall."
After hearing this, Song Ying hugged Black Butterfly's neck tightly. She heard Black Butterfly grunt, and seemed to have climbed over some wall, then moved forward lightly for a while, and then carefully put Song Ying down.