Hidden Assassin

Turning the corner of the street, he saw the little girl again.

It was on the way back to Huang's villa from the Ye family martial arts school. Every day after finishing homework at Ye's house, watching TV, and getting ready to go back to bed, it was already around ten o'clock in the evening. Under the street lights, a black-haired mixed-race little girl was wearing tattered clothes , looking over tentatively and hesitantly.

I saw this little girl again three days ago, at the same night.

After all, Jianghai City is a big city, and it is almost midnight. Although it is already close to the outskirts of the city, this street is not considered to be depressed. Some shops are still open, and there is a fried rice cart that closes its stalls very late and always stops on this road. Because there are construction teams living on the other side of the street all year round, workers in twos and threes will gather here for supper at night. It was also in front of the fried rice cart that he accidentally saw the little mixed-race girl, and the little girl also saw him at the same time.

Different from the pink and jade-like doll image more than a month ago, the little girl at this time is wearing a ragged and sloppy dress—Jiaming can still recognize that it is the clothes that Shasha gave the little girl—the face There were stains everywhere, and she still didn't wear shoes under her feet. She looked at the road under her feet, opened her hands, and walked up and down carefully in front of the fried noodle cart, not raising her face to look at the cart, twitching it was dirty With a small nose, when she saw Jia Ming, she was obviously puzzled, and then watched Jia Ming go away.

Only those eyes were still as sparkling and flawless as before.

Jiaming didn't know why the little girl turned into what she is now. Judging from the first time I saw the mother and daughter, their family should be quite wealthy, with good clothes and so many Bodyguards, even if they are in a foreign country, if they want to ask for help, they can go directly to the embassy. Besides, although Shasha gave them not much money at the beginning, it is always more than enough to make an overseas call. Why is it like this? And... where is her mother?

Jianghai City has developed rapidly in the past few years. Beyond that street, there are several construction sites, but there is also a dangerous building in one place, which is said to be demolished and rebuilt, but due to many reasons, no action has been taken so far. Now there are often homeless people Han or beggars go in to live, look at the little girl's dress, is she and her mother currently living in that building?

He is not a person with a lot of sympathy. During the years of being a killer, he has long understood that the world lacks everyone, but there is no shortage of people who need help. Even if he sacrifices his life, how many people can he help? However, when he saw the little girl's eyes, Jia Ming still couldn't help feeling a little bit of pity. At the age of nine or ten, he was taken away by someone, and he was at this age when he became a killer.

On the second and third days, the two of them just looked at each other every night. The little girl always watched Jiaming go away timidly. The fourth and fifth days were weekends, and he spent the night at the Liu family’s villa. On the Monday night of the second week, it was too late to play at Ye's house. When passing by that street, it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening, and there were basically no pedestrians on the street. Standing in front of the fried rice cart, he raised his hands and said something to the boss with great difficulty.

Even if you are a genius, it is impossible to learn a foreign language a month, especially Chinese, which is recognized as one of the most difficult languages ​​to learn. The little girl faltered, and the owner of the fried noodle cart was pestered impatiently by her. , said loudly: "You girl, go away, stay here every day, I am not doing good deeds, go away..."

The two entangled for a while, and the little girl finally realized that there was no result. She turned around and squatted in front of the ditch beside her, weeping softly. She hugged her knees with her hands and curled up tightly. Ming hid in the shadows, and she couldn't find it at all. Although it was already summer at this time, the weather had not completely turned hot, and it was still cold at midnight, and the little girl's feet rubbed together carefully.

After watching this for a while, Jia Ming finally sighed and walked over helplessly.

Seeing Jiaming's sudden appearance, the little girl suddenly raised her head, as if she wanted to run over, but she didn't move. She thought that Jiaming was the one who saved their mother and daughter that night, but after all, Jiaming always denied it.

Walking to the fried noodle stall, Jia Ming said, "Master, do you still have fried noodle for sale?"

"Ah, and, and, you sit down, it will be ready soon, hey, you came at the right time, and the stall will be closed soon."

"Oh." Jia Ming nodded, "I want three copies, one is packed, thank you."

As he spoke, he waved to the little girl. Immediately, the little girl's eyes lit up, and she ran towards him, saying in English: "Brother..."

"Sit." Also speaking English, Jia Ming asked the little girl to sit aside, then took off his coat and put it on the little girl, gently wiped the stains on her face, but did not speak.

After a while, the first plate of fried noodles was brought up. Jia Ming pushed it in front of the little girl, watching her wolfing down, Jia Ming stroked her back, and asked the fried noodle boss: "Master, what's the price?" Does the little girl come here every day?"

"Oh, I just came here in the past few days. She looks like a foreigner. She seems to be waiting for someone here every day. She didn't wait for someone the night before yesterday. She stayed here until I closed the stall and refused to leave. She squatted next to her and cried. Well, alas, it’s pitiful, but I’m also a small business, and I can’t help if I want to, kid, do you know her?”

"Oh, it's a distant relative of mine who just came back from the United States and got separated a few days ago. I just found her now and took her back right away."

"Ah, the United States, what a great place..." The boss kept talking about the benefits of the United States. Jia Ming didn't care to listen. He poured a glass of water to the choked little girl's mouth and said softly, "Slow down!" eat."

"Well...thank you...brother..."

"Eat slowly... what's your name?"

"I... Heidi, my name is Heidi. Don."

"Heidi. Don..." Jia Ming repeated, and it turned out he was of mixed race.

After a while, another plate of fried noodles was brought up, and Jia Ming managed to get it done. Heidi ate it desperately, but there was still some left over. Later, under the leadership of Heidi, Jia Ming took the packaged fried noodles to the dangerous building at the other end of the street. As Jia Ming expected, the mother and daughter lived there.

What Jiaming didn't know was that there were still many homeless people or beggars living in that dilapidated building two years ago, but at the end of the year, a small half collapsed without warning, and since then the number of people who dared to live here has decreased day by day. The two of them went up to the third floor, and there was a little fire light at the end. The little girl was about to turn her head and talk to Jia Ming, but Jia Ming, who could see things in the dark, suddenly covered her mouth.

At the end of the passage, a woman's weak struggle and cries for help can be heard...

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