In his previous life, Lu Wen hated traveling during the morning rush hour.
This life too.
He was stuck on the road between District 14 and District 15. This was the road with the best road condition according to the system analysis.
It's still some way from District 16.
"I hope I can make it in time."
…
District 16.
Life in the slums continues as usual.
In worse places, children played in the garbage, trying to find interesting things with their dirty little hands.
In the better places, from the rows of bungalows, two or three wisps of smoke occasionally come out.
The world will not change just because one person dies.
The rich stay rich.
The poor continue to be poor... Of course, it cannot continue without descendants.
"Why didn't you go out today? Are all those people dead?" Duan Tiannan sat on the old sofa.
I wanted to have a bottle of beer to wake up from my drowsiness, but Duan Hongye took it away forcefully.
Now lying on the sofa, this middle-aged man's boredom is almost etched on his face.
None of the Western heroes on TV could cheer him up.
"One more to go."
Duan Hongye's calm voice came from the small kitchen full of oil.
There were several other sounds in the kitchen.
Gas stove, crock pot, spoon, pots and bowls.
"You have to eat in the morning. This is what you told me. Go to the kitchen and get a bowl by yourself."
She walked into the living room carrying a pot of mung bean porridge and placed it on the coffee table.
Without the dining table, this small living room is everything.
"It's simply more sophisticated than when I was younger." Duan Tiannan muttered, stood up and walked into the kitchen.
The fragrance of mung bean porridge is very light, floating in this bungalow.
Sitting on the sofa, drinking mung bean porridge side by side.
On TV there are still those boring western movies with touching pictures.
Neither of them spoke.
A long time passed, or maybe just a while.
Duan Hongye put the empty bowl on the coffee table and looked calmly at the middle-aged man who was still drinking porridge.
"Actually, I've been having a problem."
"Wait until I finish the porridge."
Duan Tiannan's voice was also very calm.
He drank slowly, unlike his usual drinking style.
Too slow.
It seems that the porridge in the bowl can never be finished.
"It smells good. I've been cooking better and better recently... I can support myself in the future."
Duan Tiannan put down the empty bowl in his hand.
The Westerns on television are coming to an end.
The ending this time is very special, not a traditional happy ending.
The protagonist bid farewell to his beloved and rushed to the destined duel. Two gunshots were heard in the yellow sand. People in the town failed to wait for the man to come back. The villain never appeared again. Years later, only a few people remember , the figure riding a horse and disappearing into the yellow sand...
"You tell me." Duan Tiannan was very calm. In the past, he would lament the fate and regrets of the protagonist.
"Do you prefer the title of Night Walker or the title of King of Killers?" Duan Hongye asked.
"Kill... what?" Duan Tiannan was stunned, "What kind of bullshit title is this? Have you read too many urban novels?"
"That's what it says in the information." Duan Hongye said.
"The King of Such and Such, in this slum, I can pick out twenty or thirty people with this title for you." Duan Tiannan seemed to find it hard to believe that he had been given such a stupid title.
"Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, you people who like to walk around in the dark, haven't you ever decided the winner?"
"This is modern times, not ancient times. Nowadays, to decide the winner is to kill someone. Who has nothing better to do than squat in a corner all day long and target his peers? The rules of killing are all messed up. Making money is more important."
"Too."
After that stupid title thing, the conversation between the two opened up a little bit.
"I have one more question." Duan Hongye said softly, "The last question..."
"Say it."
"Since you have already retired, why do you still want to take on that task? I know it's not because of the 50,000 yuan. Even 5 million yuan can't hire you to retire."
Duan Tiannan was silent.
Finally the question was asked.
"People are always down and out, and who doesn't owe a few favors?"
He sighed.
The middle-aged man looked at the old glass window and seemed to remember something from long ago.
"When I was young... when I was very young, I just escaped from the training camp. I hid all the way and fled to this slum. That person took me in."
"That was the first favor I owed, and the last favor I repaid."
"Later, I wanted to wash my hands of myself, come to this place, and live my whole life easily. He found me and asked me to do something for him... kill the family of his rival gang."
"In those novels, they always like to write that the killer will get into trouble on the last mission. In fact, it is very inaccurate. Many guys have successfully retired, got married, had children, and lived a happy life. I originally thought so."
"There were more than a dozen people in that family, and there were a few gangsters working with me. I was worried that their shooting skills were inaccurate. After the incident was over, I went back to check the scene."
"Their marksmanship is indeed inaccurate..." Duan Tiannan looked at Duan Hongye, "There is a little girl who was not hit vitally."
"I'm done, here's the story."
He heaved a sigh of relief, wanting to take a sip of beer to soothe his throat out of habit.
But there was only mung bean porridge on the table.
"Where to go?" He looked at Duan Hongye,
"On the roof, any way you like."
Duan Hongye spoke calmly, stood up, and threw him a gun.
A very traditional revolver.
A very emotional duel.
The one who draws the gun first will lose honor, but gain the upper hand.
If the person who draws the gun last survives, the honor and the opponent's life will be his.
The roof of this bungalow has not been cleaned for many years, and weeds have grown wildly under the influence of rain.
"Oh, if these grasses continue to grow like this, our house will be gone." Duan Tiannan casually pulled out two weeds and threw them down, "Remember to take care of them more in the future."
Duan Hongye stood opposite him with an indifferent expression.
Both men had revolvers at their waists.
"Suddenly I want to drink beer." Duan Tiannan scratched his head.
"Alcohol will kill you." Duan Hongye said from the opposite side.
"I don't know if I will have another chance to drink."
Not as chilling as the old westerns.
Nervousness didn't rise either.
Maybe it's just that normal.
Duan Hongye was the first to draw his gun, and the exquisite revolver drew an elegant arc in the air.
But Duan Tiannan is faster.
This middle-aged man who likes to drink beer is incredibly fast. In just a moment, the gun is pointed at Duan Hongye.
"Bang-bang-"
Two gunshots were fired.
The people in the slum were stunned for a moment, and soon returned to normal.
Gunshots are frequent in this place.
No one fell.
"Crack!"
The two revolvers were knocked away one after another and fell to the ground.
Both of them were a little surprised and looked at the roof of another bungalow not far away.
The two black muzzles were slowly retracting Lu Wen's arms.
Machines can be faster than people.
He jumped between several rooftops, and his powerful strength made his jumping ability far beyond that of ordinary people.
After a while, he arrived in front of the two people.
"Is this what is called falling in love and killing each other?" Lu Wen marveled, "I have learned a lot today."
"You dare to come alone? Where is Xia Chuluo?" Duan Hongye frowned, seeming a little unhappy.
"She's been busy lately. Just to correct you, I'm not a person, I'm a machine." Lu Wen smiled lightly and held Duan Tiannan's shoulders.
"Come on, let's go down and drink first. I'm tired from running all the way and I'm still a little thirsty."
…
Good night, all book friends.
By the way, the light in the bathroom suddenly started to flicker today.
Do all suspense authors encounter certain situations
I'm obviously not in any doubt...
Thanks to book friends Zhou Zhoushang, book friend Dugu Weixin, and book friend October Changsheng for their rewards. I also want to thank the book friends who have always insisted on voting for recommendations. Everyone goes to bed early. Staying up late is easy to encounter strange events.
(End of chapter)