[Eighth story]
[Mu Ye Extra Story]
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Walk in the dark.
The killer is born with a ruthless aura, and he never likes to be approached by people. It's not that people who hide in the dark can't get close to the light, but—
Don't want to be near the light at all.
He threw down the gun and took off the black gloves on his hands. The young man's beautiful and delicate cheeks were hidden under the shadow of the wide hat, outlining the indifference of strangers.
The heartbeat was steady and never fluttered.
Over the years, I have seen many things and killed many people. I have always lived alone, never felt bad, and never thought of breaking up.
Both black and white are trying their best to solicit. Every time a criminal is assassinated, someone will deal with the aftermath. Some people in the underworld will gnash their teeth at him, and some will send money, beauties, and status by any means, just for a cooperation.
One time, he silently turned into the villa of a gangster and stood quietly in the corridor. Through a door, he heard the plan against him inside.
"A is still young..."
"That's right, young people are the least able to resist lust. The few I picked are all beauties, all of which are clean, and I'm not even willing to use them myself."
"Will you accept it? A is not so easy to fool."
"It's always a young man, but he hasn't tasted the ecstasy. When the meat is opened..."
The young man lowered his slender eyelashes, listened in silence for a while, then quietly raised the gun, across a door, without using his eyes to distinguish the position, he pulled the trigger indifferently, one shot followed by another.
There was no sound in the room.
He retracted the gun, propped his fingers on the window, jumped down lightly, took off the gloves flatly, and threw them away.
The light-colored eyes were calm.
The overly calm and calm mind, the killer's and the cold texture of the gun, made him never think that what those two people said would become a reality.
It all started in an alley at night.
Obviously just killed someone indifferently just now, but in the next second he paradoxically saved a person.
A little dumb.
The moment she rushed over and grabbed his sleeve, the boy didn't even have the slightest intention to avoid it.
He let her hold.
Why
His calm and thoughtful mind could not give an answer.
He even accepted the Band-Aid she offered her.
Small, childish Band-Aids that don't fit in with his dark life.
But there is no way, even if it is a machine, there are times when the program goes wrong.
Just encounter enough invading viruses.
Virus.
It's too apt.
He walked in the darkness silently, his heartbeat was still steady during the killing, but he would be distracted and think about other things. He would think of that night, and the indescribable feeling when the girl's hand was on her.
Ecstasy. The calm mind went blank at that moment, unable to resist, the comfortable feeling made the waist slightly numb, and every nerve seemed to be tense, unable to cope with the never-before-experienced pleasure.
Because of his inexperience, he became powerless at that moment, as if he was being bullied wantonly, but he could only let the bullying in silence, his eyes glistened with water, and he couldn't control the panting between his thin lips.
It turned out to be this feeling.
At the moment when he finally possessed it, the usually calm boy understood what it meant to hear those words from others outside the door.
Ecstasy? Sure enough, ecstasy.
The calm beating heart was filled with a kind of madness at a certain moment.
This person is his.
It can only be his.