"Oh, your clothes are pretty good. You don't look like a beggar. Why did you faint here?"
Touch and pinch.
"Number 9, what are you doing? You're not a pedophile, are you?"
"No matter what, No. 7, you see this child's bones are pretty good. We have to find one anyway. Instead of dying here and wasting it, we might as well take him back directly."
Touching and pinching again.
"It's a little bit worse, but it doesn't matter if you take him back. He looks like he's about to starve to death anyway. Just pick him up and go."
"OK."
What's the meaning?
What's the meaning?
What do they mean...
Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
With the keenness he had cultivated over a long period of time, his eyes first fell on the handle of the gun at the opponent's waist. The man leaned down, stretched out his hand suddenly, and snatched the man's gun in his hand.
For a moment, all three of them stood there.
The child lying on the ground held the pistol tightly with both hands. The man leaning down subconsciously raised his hands, and the other man in black subconsciously wanted to draw the gun. The murderous intention that broke out at that moment almost made him
They thought they were ambushed, but the next moment, the two men looked at each other in surprise and smiled in surprise.
Because the child lying on the ground was too young and looked thin, the safety of the gun was not turned on, and even his finger could barely reach the trigger.
"Oh, No. 9, the record of your first gun loss is written on this child, haha."
"Anyway... his reflexes are so sharp, like a beast. He must be very insecure. We have found a treasure."
"Hey kid, that's not how you hold a gun..."
Before No. 7 finished speaking, a sharp light flashed in the child's eyes, and the moment his finger opened the safety, the gun went off.
With a "bang" sound, the bullet passed through No. 9's chest, and blood spattered from his back. The recoil of the gun made the child's hands fly back, and No. 7 had already drawn the gun reflexively, but
The moment he aimed at the child, he still had an unbelievable feeling in his heart.
It can't be this child, who is attacking us...
This thought caused him a brief hesitation, and then gunshots rang out at the same time. A bloody hole was opened between No. 7's eyebrows, and he fell to the ground. The child's right shoulder was injured, and blood immediately soaked half of his body.
The body was trembling in a pool of blood, but the child actually struggled to get up.
I was shot in the same place as not long ago, but this time... why does it hurt so much...
However, pain is not the biggest problem he faces. The biggest problem is where he is and...
"Such small hands..."
Looking at his left hand holding the gun, he murmured that it clearly belonged to a child, and his height had obviously become that of a dwarf.
The night wind was blowing, and it was extremely cold. Looking around, he must be on the streets of a rather backward town, with extremely old-fashioned buildings and dim street lights. He felt that the energy in his body was gradually draining. Such a fragile body,
It is estimated that he will die soon...
I recalled the previous scenes in my mind, and recalled what Fire Phoenix said: "Then you will get a chance to be free."
A chance to be free…
There were many things that he had no time to sort out now. In the distance, police sirens wailed. He habitually wiped off the fingerprints on the pistol, put it back in No. 9's hand, covered his shoulders and walked out for a few steps. Then, the entire
In fact, his own memory started when he was ten years old, because Pei Luojia started training killers, usually when he was ten years old. There was no impression or clue of what happened before that.
Later, of course, he knew that every child found by Pei Luojia would directly erase his previous memories. If such brainwashing technology was lifted at the time, it was possible to save some memories, but for him when he knew about it, it was already
It has no meaning anymore, it just strengthens his determination to rebel.
From the age of ten, I watched various animals killing each other every day, and occasionally began to teach the basic knowledge of a killer. Then, starting with knives, I had a life-and-death fight with some animals, eliminated them, and then competed with each other.
He was never the best among them, but he survived later on, which was really a miracle. Of course, at that time, he may have been destined to rebel in the future, because his heart had never been at peace.
That memory had not been touched for a long time, but at this moment, it came up clearly. In the darkness, the girl who was constantly struggling showed her slightly bloated face.
"Please, don't kill me, please, don't kill me..."
Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
Subconsciously, he reached out and touched his waist. His right hand suddenly felt pain. Then he stretched out his left hand and looked at it again and again.
"I've really become a child..."
He reached for his waist and saw that the scars left by a moment of soft-heartedness were no longer there. It was the first time he killed someone in his life, and it was also the first time he was injured. Now, these scars are gone.
Looking around, he saw that this was a rather old-fashioned ward. It was probably nearing the evening. Looking out from here, the setting sun outside the window was red, and all he could see were old-fashioned buildings. There was a book on the white wall not far away.
A small wall calendar that is torn off every day, the paper is still new: November 3, 1991.
There was not much surprise. He just frowned and then showed a faint smile. After a while, the smile gradually widened. He closed his lips and his whole body trembled with laughter.
Freedom, new life...
At this moment, he really felt it.
Looking back now, when I have memories, it was November 1991. At that time, he had just started training in Peiluojia. That night, the two people named No. 7 and No. 9 were probably the ones who brought him to Peiluojia.
The killer who was sent to Pei Luojia didn't know anything at all in his previous life. In this life, he woke up early and changed everything.
There was gauze wrapped around his shoulder, and there was a dull pain, but to him at this time, these were nothing at all. He tried hard to open the cabinet next to the hospital bed, trying to find something that could confirm his current identity, but
There were only two sets of clothes, an insulated lunch box, and some fruits. After thinking about it, he crawled to the end of the bed, and sure enough, there was an information sign hanging there.
Gu Jiaming.
What a decent name. The corner of his mouth curved into a smile.
But no matter what, he finally had his name, and there was still a faint feeling of warmth in his heart. While he was feeling sentimental, the ward door opened with a creak, and in came a little girl carrying a schoolbag.
, with two pigtails and an oval face, very cute.
"Ah? Jiaming, are you awake?" As soon as the little girl saw him, she rushed to the bed with a smile and put down her schoolbag. He subconsciously wrapped his naked body with the quilt, and then the girl reached out and touched it.
, fortunately, he just touched the bandage gently: "Does it still hurt? Is it okay? Yeah, wait a minute, I'll call the nurse."
She said and ran out of the ward like the wind. The child on the bed smiled faintly and cast his eyes on the girl's big schoolbag.
There are four big characters sewn on it with red thread: Hongxing Primary School.
Then there were three small characters, which seemed to be the girl's name: Ye Lingjing.