Hidden Assassin

In the dark, someone spoke.

"It's so cold, huh? There's a kid here."

"Oh, the clothes you're wearing are not bad, you don't look like a beggar, why did you faint here?"

Touch and pinch.

"Number 9 what are you doing? No pedophiles?"

"No matter what, Number Seven, you see that the child's bones are not bad. Anyway, we have to find one. Instead of dying here and wasting it, why don't we just take it back."

Touching and pinching again.

"It's a little bit close, but it doesn't matter if you take it back. Anyway, he looks like he's about to starve to death. 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 cultivated for a long time, his eyes first fell on the handle of the gun at the waist of the opponent. The man bent down, and his hand suddenly stretched out, grabbing the man's gun in his hand.

Suddenly, all three of them settled there.

The child lying on the ground held the pistol tightly with both hands, the man bent down subconsciously raised his hands, and the other man in black subconsciously wanted to draw the gun, the killing intent that erupted at that moment almost made him They thought they had been ambushed, but the next moment, the two men looked at each other in surprise and smiled suspiciously.

Because the child lying on the ground was too old and looked thin, the safety of the gun was not turned on, and even his fingers were a little reluctant to reach the trigger.

"Oh, Nine, your first missing gun record was written on this kid, haha."

"Anyway... such a sharp reaction, like a beast, he must be very insecure, we found a treasure."

"Hey boy, that's not how you hold a gun..."

Before Number Seven finished speaking, the child's eyes flashed sharply, and the moment he opened the safety with his fingers, the gun went off.

With a "bang--", the bullet passed through No. 9's chest, and blood spattered from behind. The recoil of the gun caused the child to throw his hands back, and Number Seven had already drawn the gun reflexively, but the moment he pointed it at the child, he still had an unbelievable feeling in his heart.

It can't be this child, who is sneaking up on us...

This thought caused him a brief moment of hesitation, and then, gunshots rang out at the same time, a blood hole was opened between No. a body. Trembling in a pool of blood, the child actually struggled to get up.

I was shot in the same place as not long ago, but this time...how could it hurt so much...

However, pain is not the biggest problem he faces, the biggest problem is, where is he, and...

"Good hands..."

Looking at his left hand holding the gun, he murmured, this clearly belongs to the child's hand, and his height has obviously become a dwarf.

The night wind was blowing, and it was extremely cold. Looking around, it was in a rather backward town street, with extremely old-fashioned buildings and dim street lights. He felt that the energy in his body was gradually draining. Such a fragile body would probably die soon...

I remembered the previous scenes in my mind, and I remembered what Huo Fenghuang said: "Then you will have a chance to be free."

Chance to be free...

There are many things that I have no time to sort out now. In the distance, the police siren blared. He habitually wiped off the fingerprints on the pistol, put it back in the hands of No. 9, walked a few steps with his hands on his shoulders, and then, the whole The world began to spin...

***************************************************** *

In the haze, when I think of it.

In fact, the memories about himself started when he was ten years old, because Pei Luojia started training killers, usually when he was ten years old. Before this, there is neither impression nor clue.

Later, of course he knew that every child who was found by Pei Luojia would directly wash away his previous memories. If such a brainwashing technique was removed at the time, it was possible to restore some memories, but for him when he knew about it, it was already It doesn't make much sense anymore, it just strengthens his determination to rebel.

From the age of ten, I watched all kinds of animals kill each other every day, and occasionally taught the basic knowledge of a killer, and then started with knives, fought with some animals to the death and eliminated them, and then competed with each other. He had never been the best of them all, but it was a miracle that he survived. Of course, at that time, he may also be doomed to rebel in the future, because his heart has never been peaceful.

I haven't touched that memory for a long time, but at this moment, it clearly surfaced. In the darkness, the girl who was struggling constantly had a 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 a pain, and then he stretched out his left hand to look and look.

"I really became a child..."

Stretching out his hand to his waist, the scar left by the momentary soft-heartedness is gone. It was the first time in his life that he killed someone and was injured. Now, the scar is gone.

Looking around, this is an old-fashioned ward for him, and the time is probably approaching evening. Looking out from here, the sunset outside the window is red, and all the old-fashioned buildings can be seen. On the white wall not far away, there is a wall calendar that is torn up every day, and the paper is still new: November 3, 1991.

Not too surprised, 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 a little.

freedom, rebirth...

At this moment, he really felt it.

Looking back now, when I can remember, it was also November 1991, when he had just started training in Pei Luojia. The two people named No. 7 and No. 9 that night should be the killers who sent him to Pei Luojia, but in the last life, he didn't know anything at all. In this life, his early awakening changed everything come over.

There was still gauze wrapped around his shoulder, and there was a faint pain, but to him at this moment, these were nothing at all. I tried hard to open the cabinet next to the hospital bed, trying to find something that could confirm my current identity, but there were only two sets of clothes, an insulated lunch box, and a few fruits inside. After thinking about it, he crawled to the end of the bed, and sure enough, there was a data card hanging there.

Gu Jiaming.

Such a decent name. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

But no matter what, he finally got his own name, and there was still a faint sense of warmth in his heart. While feeling sentimental, the door of the ward opened with a "squeak", and a girl with a schoolbag in her back walked in, with two braids and an oval face, very cute.

"Ah? Jiaming, are you awake?" When the girl saw him, she rushed to the bed with a smile and put down her schoolbag. He wrapped the quilt subconsciously around the naked body, and then the girl reached out and touched the bandage, but she just touched the bandage lightly: "Does it still hurt? Are you okay? Oh, wait, I'll call the nurse aunt come over."

As she spoke, she ran out of the ward like the wind. The child on the bed smiled faintly, and cast her eyes on the girl's big schoolbag.

Four large characters were stitched on it with red thread: Hongxingxue.

There were three words after that, which seemed to be the girl's name: Ye Lingjing.

.