Lord God Investigator

Meng Xinghun lay on a big rock and looked up at the bright starry sky.

A shooting star passed by.

He remembered what the man who taught him how to use a sword said long ago:

“When a shooting star appears, even the eternal constellations cannot take away its light.

The life of a butterfly is fragile, even more fragile than a bright flower.

But it always lives in spring.

It's beautiful, it's free, it's flying.

Its life is short but fragrant.

Only the sword is closer to eternity.

…”

Tonight, he saw shooting stars, so where were the butterflies?

You can't see butterflies at night, especially in such a remote place.

If you want to look, you can only see ugly bats.

Sure enough, a bat flapped its fleshy wings and flew crookedly over his head.

Meng Xinghun is a killer, but he doesn't like his identity and even hates killing.

Whenever he killed someone, he would run back to his lonely cabin and vomit and cry.

Up to now, he has no tears left to shed, but every time he sees the sticky blood on the killing sword, he still has to hide, unable to suppress the disgust and nausea that surges from the bottom of his heart, and he vomits Non-stop.

Does such a person deserve to enjoy eternal spring? Is it also worthy of being a beautiful and free-flying butterfly? Can it shine like a shooting star? This kind of fantasy is simply shameful for someone like him.

Maybe the ugly bats in the dark night are worthy of him. They either eat insects like flies or dogs, or bite innocent lives and suck their blood.

It should be his fate to never see the light and to hide in the darkness and feel ashamed of himself.

A person who doesn't like killing has to be a killer. For a person who pierces the heart of others with a sword and cannot feel the blood flowing, but only feels extreme loss and self-denial, living is a kind of torture.

But people live not to enjoy happiness, but to endure pain, because living is just a responsibility, and no one can escape it.

Just like a bat, it can't escape eating disgusting bugs, nor can it escape sucking blood.

Nor can he get away with murder.

He held a note in his hand, and that note contained the name of the next person he wanted to kill.

He didn't want to kill that person, but he couldn't escape. He could only hide himself temporarily in the shadow of the night, just like a child who is afraid of taking bitter medicine hiding himself in the quilt.

Dawn gradually appears in the east, and the sky breaks. As the night passes, the pain of reality in the light also follows the footsteps of the dawn, like a shadow.

The morning mist enveloped the big stone, and the moist air with the scent of grass in the morning moistened Meng Xinghun's cheeks, soothing his hangover headache a little. He cheered up, mustered up his courage, and gritted his teeth to face the face. To a new day.

Meng Xinghun slowly stood up from the big stone and shuffled down the mountain.

The cabin is located next to the maple forest at the foot of the mountain. It is already dark, but the lights in the cabin have not yet been extinguished. The dim light shines on the pale window paper, and occasionally sporadic laughter can be heard.

The people in the room obviously didn't know that joy also passed with the night, and the pain of reality came with the dawn, and they were still enjoying themselves in drunken dreams.

Meng Xinghun opened the door and stood looking.

There were only four or five people left in the room, four or five people who were almost completely naked. They were a few beautiful young girls.

When the girl saw Meng Xinghun push the door open and come in, she stood up and greeted him with a sweet smile, not caring at all.

They smiled happily, completely unaware of how terrible it was to betray themselves. These girls were too young and too young to think about the future.

"Where did you sneak away? We can't even drink anymore."

Yu Xinghun looked at them coldly. These girls were all found by him. For them, the money in his bag flowed out like water.

Half a day ago, he would lie in their arms at night, saying sweet words that even he himself did not believe as if reading.

Now he only wants to say one word:

"roll!"

"Alas, happy times are always short-lived."

A voice sighed regretfully.

Lying on the soft couch was a young man. His naked upper body muscles were as sharp as black iron. His clothes had long been thrown away.

Meng Xinghun's memory was a little fuzzy after being hungover. He vaguely remembered that the man he drank with last night was not that young, and that the man also had a knife, a purple gold fish scale knife.

Even though he could no longer remember the man's face, Meng Xinghun still remembered the knife. The knife was much more outstanding than the person.

That man never leaves his hand with the knife, just like he can do without clothes but cannot leave the knife.

But the young man in front of him didn't have a knife.

Meng Xinghun glanced at him warily and said, "Who are you?"

The man smiled: "It seems that you haven't finished drinking yet, and the guests you invited have already been sent away by me."

Meng Xinghun didn't understand what the man meant by "fragment", and his face darkened. Those who come uninvited are usually not kind!

"You get out too!"

The man's face changed, he jumped up and said coldly: "You'd better control that mouth. The last person who spoke to me like this, Luo Feng, had his face flattened by me. Even the King of Hell wouldn't recognize him when he got to the underworld." !”

Meng Xinghun smelled a trace of blood. He was very sensitive to the smell of blood. He looked in the direction of the smell. He saw a faceless corpse lying in the corner. The mouth of the corpse had turned into a soft piece of meat. Lips, no teeth, no nose.

The purple-gold fish scale knife was held in the faceless corpse's hand.

Meng Xinghun said: "Did you kill him?"

The man said: "Of course."

Meng Xinghun suppressed his anger and said, "Why kill him?"

The man said: "Because he has a mouth just like you, and that's all. He wanted to chop me with a knife after saying a few words to him, which violated my taboo, so I smashed his troublesome mouth."

Meng Xinghun asked: "How many people have you killed?"

He hates such people as he hates poisonous snakes!

But the young man laughed: "Today I don't want to kill anyone anymore. Instead, I want to give you a great blessing."

He suddenly realized that Meng Xinghun had rushed towards him, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all.

A cold, hard fist hit his face. He didn't wait for the second, more violent punch, and he didn't even feel the pain or fear because the fist had already been blocked.

Being given a finger.

Middle finger.

The middle finger stood up for a while, shook it at Meng Xinghun, then bent it slightly and flicked it slightly.

With just such a move, Meng Xinghun lost all his strength, staggered, and accidentally sat on the couch next to the person he hated the most, as if the two were good friends arm in arm.

The man put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Don't be impulsive. You still don't understand the principle of killing to save the world. I won't argue with you. I just want you to listen to a story I tell you."

Meng Xinghun didn't want to hear a story, but he had to listen to a story told by someone who could block his fist with one finger. No matter how boring it was, he had to listen to it.

"It seems like you don't like killing people?"

The man received only Meng Xinghun's indifferent gaze in response. He didn't take it seriously: "Actually, I don't like killing people either, so I'll tell you a story about the 'Oath not to Kill'."

The man continued talking to himself: "Once upon a time, there was a rich young master. His family was very rich. His father's surname was Wei, and he was known as 'Wei Bancheng'. But something unexpected happened, and one day his parents died. Killed by a robber in front of him, you must know that the city they live in is not a peaceful and happy place, there are more such robbers than rats in the gutter."

Meng Xinghun couldn't help but said: "This is really a boring story. Later, did the rich young man become a martial arts apprentice to take revenge?"

"This rich young man did learn martial arts under his apprenticeship. He also found the enemy who killed his parents back then, but he didn't kill him."

"Why?"

Meng Xinghun couldn't figure out why someone would let go of the person who killed his father. Even if he hated killing, if someone killed Boss Gao in front of him, he would never let that person go.

"Because the rich young man swore an oath not to kill. He later became a hero. I don't know how many criminal thieves fell into his hands and asked him to tie them up and send them to prison, but none of them were killed by him."

Meng Xinghun said: "In this world, what's the difference between sending someone to an official position and letting him go?"

"That's right, those criminal thieves came out of prison not long after. They either escaped, hired a lawyer, or bribed the county magistrate to be released directly. Then they went together to find the heroes to avenge themselves. He was put to death."

Meng Xinghun sighed and said, "That hero must have died miserably in the end."

The man chuckled, shook his head and said, "He is not dead. The gangsters who sought revenge on him were defeated by him again and sent back to prison."

Meng Xinghun said: "So that hero's martial arts is very high."

The man shook his head: "That hero's martial arts is probably not as good as yours."

Meng Xinghun said: "This is impossible!"

The man said: "That's what people in the martial arts community said when they heard that Xiao Li Tanhua defeated Shangguan Jinhong."

Meng Xinghun suddenly said: "That means the Jiangyang thieves are very poor in martial arts."

"That hero's enemies are all top players in the world. Among them is a madman known as 'Beichou'. He is good at using hidden weapons and traps. His attacks are extremely vicious and difficult to guard against. He is also full of tricks and omissions. He will The government is at the mercy of all the world; there is also a madman known as the "Poison King", who has superb poison skills. By relying on poison to activate his skills, he can reach the realm of innate and acquired peaks, invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire. , infinitely powerful!"

Meng Xinghun shook his head repeatedly: "I will definitely die if I fight against such a person. How can people who are worse than me in martial arts capture them repeatedly? This is even harder than killing them!"

"Are these villains considered characters? They are just ants! The strongest enemy this hero has ever faced was a martial arts legend known as the 'God on Earth'!"

Meng Xinghun was stunned. He had chosen the wrong name but not the wrong nickname. If a person could be called the "god on earth", then how superb should his martial arts be?

"The 'god on earth' has mastered martial arts. He can fly in the sky with light skills. He has mastered hard skills to the point where, let alone bows and crossbows, even trebuchets hitting big rocks are like mosquito bites. His shooting speed is faster than light. You haven't seen it yet. , has already been attacked, with one punch the city wall collapsed, the towers were destroyed, and with one step, the earth trembled, and the earth and rocks surged!"

Meng Xinghun was shocked when he heard this, but he still didn't believe it. Is there anyone in the world with such high martial arts skills? This person is no longer a human being. He is probably even more powerful than a true immortal on land. No wonder he is called the "God on Earth".

He couldn't help but ask: "How can the 'Wei' hero you mentioned who is worse than me in martial arts defeat the 'God on Earth'?"

"He didn't win, but he didn't lose either. After 300 rounds of battle between the two, heroes cherish heroes and no deal can be made without fighting. They have become close friends who can depend on each other for life and death."

The man said: "In addition, the hero's surname is Bu, not Wei."

"Isn't his father's surname Wei?"

"Don't pay attention to these details. The hero's surname is Bu and his first name is Ruth. People in the world gave him a nickname - Batman."

Batman?

A vow not to kill?

Meng Xinghun's heart moved, as if he felt his fate line trembling slightly, sliding to another unknown direction. Could it be that the bat he saw last night was a sign from the sky?