The Monster I Was Redeemed

As the distance between the two continued to shorten, Ai Liang could almost see the negative emotions condensed into reality when he was still a few steps away from the bench.

This feels like an important branch option in galgame that affects the direction of the plot. The difference between Yue Qihua and the heroine is that there is a golden exclamation mark on the top of her head.

"Why are you sitting here alone?"

Ai Liang decisively used the fixed universal sentence in the game to open the topic.

"...Ai Liang, the tutoring is over?"

"Just finished, spent the whole afternoon here? Isn't it hot?"

Ai Liang asked after sitting down on the other side of the bench.

"It's really strange, you actually take the initiative to care about people?" Yue Qihua's smile was a little reluctant, "It should be that girl Xingyue who asked you to come here."

"Part of it, I'm also a little curious about what troubles made you become like this. This dejected look doesn't look like you at all." Ai Liang turned her head and gave her a glance.

"Then tell me what I look like in your heart?"

"The bloody female president who scolded the wrong subordinates or the Sanda champion who "accidentally" broke the bones of the gangster for the sake of righteousness." Ai Liang immediately gave two examples.

"Although I'm not as gentle as Xingyue, I'll be very angry if I say that. In your heart, am I a violent woman?"

"I mean if you have any troubles, just say it directly as usual, keep it in your heart, and the people around you will be very worried."

"That girl is very sensitive in this kind of place every time." Yue Qihua couldn't help rubbing her temples and sighed, "Don't worry, try to return to her usual appearance so that she won't worry about it..."

"I'd be worried too."

"Eh?"

Yue Qihua's movements suddenly froze, her mind went blank, "What do you mean by this..."

Ai Liang didn't look at Yue Qihua's face, she looked directly at the lake and said, "Literally, you were the first person to talk to me when you first arrived at this junior high school, and you have taken care of you a lot, so we should be considered friends. Bar?"

Yue Qihua looked at Ai Liang's face, her heartbeat began to speed up, and her cheeks soon stained with a hint of crimson.

But she quickly reacted and said, "Yes, yes, but what happened to you today, it feels like a different person. You didn't say such things before."

Ai Liang leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the sunset in the sky, "I have figured out some things in the past two days, and the whole person has relaxed a lot, and naturally I will not be as cold as before."

Yue Qihua secretly observed Ai Liang's profile with some hesitation in her heart, but under the influence of her inner pressure, she finally chose to tell the secret she discovered yesterday.

"I secretly used Uncle Yang's computer access to check relevant information yesterday... It's true that a perverted serial killer appeared in Nevada City, so Grandpa hired a lot of bodyguards."

Yue Qihua chose to tell Ai Liang the truth.

"Um."

On the surface, Ai Liang pretended to wait for the following, but in his heart he had actually started to think about whether to find a chance to solve this problem. He originally planned to ignore this kind of thing, but Yue Qihua was his friend anyway, since she was troubled by it, she should solve it easily.

"That killer only kills the worst and likes to slit his victim's throat."

Speaking of which, Yue Qihua recalled the photos she saw yesterday, and her stomach was churning for a while, but she resisted and didn't spit it out.

Violent vigilantes like me?

Ai Liang had some doubts in her heart, but she didn't think too much about it. Maybe someone who was influenced by the Hermit decided to inherit his mantle to hunt criminals after the Hermit disappeared.

If that's the case, it's no problem to hunt down those scumbags who are enough to be sentenced to death ten times, as long as they don't shoot at ordinary people, they can let him go.

"That extrajudicial sanctioner started ten years ago..."

(ー_ー)! !

"Wait? What did you say the killer was called?" Ai Liang interrupted Yue Qihua.

"Extrajudicial Sanctioners...that's the code name taken by the police internally."

Looking at Yue Qihua's gaze, Ai Liang could only fool her with a haha: "It's nothing, I just feel that the name is like acting in a movie."

The perverted killer is me?

However, after learning the source of Yue Qihua's worries, Ai Liang's dangling heart was relieved. It was all a misunderstanding. After all, the master of the hermit is still here.

Yue Qihua spent a long time, intermittently speaking out what she saw.

"Dad Xingyue is still a policeman. If you only kill the most heinous people, it should have nothing to do with your family. Don't worry." Ai Liang just thought Yue Qihua was frightened by the internal information, and put her hand on top of her head and patted it lightly.

However, Yue Qihua's next sentence made his movements froze.

"...The information on the police shows that the killer made my house his next target."

Thinking of the photos in the archives, Yue Qihua's body began to tremble, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Why, why, why is my grandfather being targeted by that kind of person! He is obviously a good person!"

Yue Qihua bit her lip tightly, two hot tears slid down her fair cheeks, and the big tears fell on her shorts, "My grandfather is definitely not a bad person, absolutely not! Why is he considered a target!"

Fear and anxiety all burst out at this moment.

Yue Qihua was worried about attracting bodyguards, so she grabbed Ai Liang's clothes and forcibly suppressed her crying.

In addition to being a little smart, she is only a fifteen-year-old girl, and she suddenly saw the photos of the killer when he committed the crime, and also found that her relatives were being targeted by the killer. This kind of performance is natural.

Ai Liang didn't speak, just gently stroked her hair, which was all she could do. After all, Ai Liang was just a middle school student who could be seen everywhere.

"Ai Liang, what should I do?"

With tears in her eyes, Yue Qihua asked this question with a sense of panic. Now she is not the central figure in school, she is just a restless and ordinary little girl.

"The police will definitely do a good job of security, don't worry too much." Ai Liang rubbed Yue Qihua's head like a dog. Touching her head can promote the secretion of endorphins in the brain and relieve tension and anxiety, provided that the other party not against.

"But......"

"The police are not sure that this news was released by the killer himself? After all, he has been silent for five years."

Ai Liang looked at the sunset that was about to fall into the horizon, forced Yue Qihua to get up, and then took her hand and walked towards the villa: "Don't worry, I promise that this matter will be resolved soon."

Yue Qihua shook her head with a wry smile: "Your personality has changed too much, how can you guarantee this kind of thing..."

"Trust me, it will be over soon."

Ai Liang didn't explain, just repeated what he just said.

Seeing Ai Liang's confident smile, Yue Qihua froze for a moment, then nodded with a blushing face.

After Ai Liang left, Yue Qihua returned to her room, lay on her back on the bed and covered her flushed cheeks with her arms, thinking back to the conversation just now.

Ten minutes later, she suddenly stood up and said to herself with some doubts: "How did Ai Liang know that the killer had been silent for five years, I didn't seem to say..."

......

the other side.

Ai Liang walked out of Qiushui Manor with a kind smile and took a taxi back home. The moment the security door was closed, his face instantly turned gloomy.

Ai Liang took the old man's phone and went to a park. After confirming that no one was around, she dialed Moose's number.

"Is something wrong?"

"Have you sold the news of my comeback?"

"Uh, it has been sold, and the share is still hit on your card as usual. Is there any problem?"

Moose came with an instant answer.

"Give me the list of people who bought intelligence." Ai Liang said, turning on the computer.

"Hey, although we are partners, selling customer information in this way is against professional ethics..."

Are you an intelligence monger telling me about professional ethics?

It's as funny as a 40kg girl saying she's slim, and another 1.5m dwarf looking at 80kg and saying she's twice as slim.

"Thirty thousand per person."

"The list will be sent to your mailbox, remember to receive it."

The so-called professional ethics was decisively betrayed before ten seconds.

"By the way, people on the road have been spreading rumors that you are going to attack Yue Chongshan. Is this news true or false?"

"That's why I asked you for the list."

Although Ai Liang deliberately spreads information about his next target before every action, and uses fear to torture the group of scumbags, is Yue Chongshan regarded as the next target?

Ai Liang couldn't remember when he spread the news.

That old man is the last conscience of the black zone, Ai Liang never thought of attacking him, although the words black zone and conscience together have a sense of humor.

"The group of people who looked for you last time blew up my bar directly. As you said, these people are unscrupulous in their actions, they are a group of stubborn people, be careful, the news this time is likely to be deliberately spread by them. ."

Mu Si rarely cared about Ai Liang, and his tone did not seem to be fake, but his next sentence completely destroyed the emotion: "In case you die, the special information package about the hermit will not be sold. out."

So the last sentence is the point, right?

Faced with this impure concern, Ai Liang was too lazy to pay attention to him and hung up the phone.

This fellow used to rely on selling hermit information to scrape a layer of oil and water from the group of desperadoes. If the hermit died, his income would definitely be reduced.

Not only that, he also brought marketing methods to the black market, and the environment of the entire underground market was polluted by this guy.

The intelligence transaction was a package sale. The underground intelligence system in Niehua City was trading like a big deal for the opening of a supermarket, with various discounts for card applications.

Not only that, in the past few years, due to the existence of hermits, the crime rate in Nevada plummeted, and the police seized the opportunity to carry out public security rectification, which undoubtedly made things worse for the intelligence mongers.

Ninety percent of the intelligence mongers couldn’t get along. Those who could run away would have gone to another city to start a new business, and those who couldn’t have chosen to find a side business to support themselves.

It is precisely because the tigers are gone, that an iron rooster like Moose can get the title of the number one intelligence agent in China.

Not to mention those old things, Ai Liang received the list sent by Mu Si, and the people who recently purchased the hermit intelligence are as follows: Yang Xingguo, Xia Qinian, Yue Chongshan, Mask No. 3.

The moment he opened it, he felt that the money was completely wasted.

Except for the weird mask No. 3, the rest are all acquaintances, and the relevant information is a briefing that you don't need to send.

As for Ai Liang's only interested mask, No. 3 asked three questions, the introduction was blank, and the only information was that he led someone to blow up Moose's speakeasy.

Yang Xingguo is the son of Yue Chongshan, Xia Qinian's uncle used to wear a pair of pants with Yang Xingguo, these three can be regarded as the same force, there is no need to direct and act.

Although the source of the rumors cannot be determined, there is a high probability that it is the mask number three with a third-rate villain accent.

"It happens to be this guy of unknown origin."

Ai Liang was speechless.

But seeing Xia Qinian's name, Ai Liang suddenly remembered, he seemed to be looking for him all the time.

Ai Liang took out the note with the contact information given by Moss from the pocket of the windbreaker, walked to the gazebo and dialed the number.

Xia Qinian was quickly connected.

"eagle?"

Beep, beep, beep.

Ai Liang hung up the phone without hesitation.

A minute later, Ai Liang dialed the number again.

Except for the marked person, the work mobile phone can only make one-way contact, and the opposite side cannot call back according to the incoming call.

"old......"

"We're not that familiar with each other. If you keep calling that nickname, we'll contact you from the bottle."

Ai Liang interrupted Xia Qinian directly.

When Ai Liang and Xia Qiyuan cooperated ten years ago, they called themselves a hermit, and then Xia Qiyuan was referred to as Laoyin for short. In a chance encounter, Xia Qinian heard him as an eagle, so the title that belonged to the two uncles and nephews was fixed like this. down.

Xia Qinian, who had not seen him for nearly ten years on the bright side, pondered for a while, and then asked: "...After cleaning up the cat's eye gang, the world disappeared. Where have you been in the past five years? Or are you seriously injured? Have you been recovering all these years?"

"The meaningless courtesies are omitted. You should not ask me about my recent life when you inquire about my news."

When Ai Liang turned into a butcher and started his activities, Xia Qinian kept asking around for his contact information. At that time, Ai Liang's mind was full of venting his anger, and he never communicated with anyone except the intelligence dealer.

Therefore, he turned a blind eye to Xia Qinian's pursuit, and after retiring, he directly cut off contact with the black zone, which led to the spread of all kinds of outrageous rumors.

"I want to ask about my uncle Xia Qiyuan." The other side of the phone was a little excited: "Why did Xia Qiyuan disappear during the arrest, why did you suddenly start killing and slaughtering the underground forces, and what happened back then?"

"Does this have anything to do with you?" Ai Liang said unceremoniously.

"Xia Qiyuan is my uncle!" His voice increased a lot, "I just want to know what happened back then, why everyone, including Shi Feng, kept silent about it? Why is my uncle now alive and dead? !"

"I'm not interested in these things, Xia Qiyuan's apprentices don't know, why do you think I would know?" Ai Liang said, lying on the guardrail of the pavilion in the park: "After all, Xia Qiyuan and I are just a cooperative relationship, and the cooperation time In less than a year, our friendship is not as deep as you think."