I don't know how many knives it took until he said the last words of his life 'I have my mother at home...she...', at which point I couldn't control myself and cut his throat.
Witnessing the moment he died, I felt like I was reborn.
In the past, I was like a walking dead, living in this world like garbage for nothing. Since that day, I have felt that the world is colorful and moving. I started to love life.
After all, if there is no life, there is no need to talk about killing.
The job I'm doing now pays a lot and satisfies my interests, and I'm surrounded by talented people, so I love this job to death.
There are some bad ones though.
To be honest, although my title is a thief, I haven't actually stolen anything. Such as national treasures, millions of gold, precious gems, I have no interest at all, how could I steal them, those are all done by the master. I'm so wronged that these accounts are all on my shoulders.
So sometimes when people are called spooky thieves, my heart skips a beat. Isn't this slander! Do you know what righteousness is? Can you slander someone's innocence like this
If it weren't for the fact that my wanted price was only a little lower than the owner's, I would have gone to the police.
What annoyed me the most was the time before the year before, when the owner saw a treasured sword, and it was said that what kind of blade was there, he was going to grab it.
As a result, our gang of ghosts and monsters started to attack together, and things were of course captured, but after the incident, the government actually put on a name and said that I was notorious, a robber, and the crime could not be punished.
How can there be such a thing? I didn't even take half of the things the master stole, let alone one. It didn't even touch me. During the whole action of taking the knife, I was more than just following the rules, I was simply imitating a gentleman. I use knives myself, but I like knives very much. I didn't even touch the scabbard of the knife, I was only responsible for killing those who came to stop it!
Why doesn't this work? Call me a thief too
I simply cannot understand this naming thinking. Can you tell me what I stole from your house? He also said he was a government official.
That's right, maybe it's because it's an official government that's so overbearing. It's fine for us high-ranking people to accept it. Alas, the matter of oppressing the common people really exists everywhere.
Therefore, the names I put on the Northern Xinjiang court, and the ones written on the wanted orders, are also robbers, or sometimes it is better, I am not so depressed, and it is written about murderers. This makes me feel more comfortable, after all, I really killed people.
Speaking of which, if you call me a murderer, I can barely accept it. But the magic word is a bit unpleasant, like it's talking about a bad person, if you call me Killer Little Love, or Killer Little Love.
I do think I've helped them a lot by killing them. Anyway, even I can't match the martial arts, but I want to chase my master, and I don't want to live anyway. So if you want to die, it's better to let me have a good time, why bother the master, don't you think
Killer love! out! So they beheaded them all.
By the way, my favorite way to kill is beheading. After all, compared to the long and boring torture process, what I like most is the moment when a person's life ends, which is like the moment when the fire is being extinguished. From birth to death, from a living creature that can walk, talk, run and jump, to a dead creature that will be silent forever and ever, from a radiant life to a cold and dead corpse, this transformation It's like watching the greatest trick between heaven and earth, every time I can't breathe, there is no exception.
I once heard a Buddhist group in northern Xinjiang say that death is like a lamp extinguishing, and only by upholding his Buddhist concept can one enter the six realms of reincarnation. Even if a person dies, there is still an afterlife.
I can't understand why this is
When a person dies, he dies, so how can they be reincarnated again? So I asked one by one, but every monk's answer was the same, too boring.
It's boring to ask, and it's boring to kill.
The person I hate the most in this world is the one who is not afraid of death. Those monks are not afraid of death.
Killing these people is as boring as life in their temples. Killing them didn't see the fire at all, and couldn't find that kind of palpitating boiling feeling. These people are just like the noisy century-old bronze bell they hang in the temple bell tower, rusted and rusted, but the sound is still loud and boring.
Fortunately, when I took the knife and killed the last of them, only a little novice's panicked voice changed, rushing to say that there are no six realms of reincarnation in this world. .
Great, finally asked the truth.
I shouted so, and then I sent him to see the Buddha with all my heart.
When I saw the little novices separated, I saw the fire go out again. It was only then that I figured out that it turned out that only people who are greedy for life and fear of death can bring me throbbing.
My favorite is hearing people say their dying wishes to decide who to kill next.
When a person is dying, the biggest wish in his heart is often the most important thing in his heart.
Ever since the first person I killed automatically said that he missed his mother, I seem to have unconsciously developed a habit of listening to people's thoughts before they die.
I have heard all kinds of strange answers. Some people will keep talking about their own affairs, some people will keep swearing, some people will keep mentioning their relatives, and some people will keep bemoaning the regret that they have not been able to complete the past. Any story you've ever heard has to be good.
And I, according to the clues provided by the deceased, will find the next person to kill. Because people who are missed by others should also be thinking about others in their hearts, and those who have thoughts in their hearts are definitely afraid of death.
How about it
Now I think killing people is a very interesting thing.
Sometimes I wonder, after I resign from here, should I go and try to kill the union. Killers like me should want me. I don't want money, I just want to be able to kill people. I heard that the Killing Federation is responsible for cultivating a killer organization. If you can assign me an organization dedicated to killing people, I will wake up laughing from a dream! Killing is so much fun!
So actually I don't really like our host very much. Ah, of course it doesn't mean that he is a bad person.
Speaking of temper, it's actually quite right with me. A lot of times he hates people I hate too. So kill very simply. We also have a lot in common, we both love weapons, that's one point. Especially love to drink, which is the same as me. So we usually get along very well.
But what I don't like about him the most is that he is too hard to kill.
Ah, don't get me wrong, it's not that I really want to kill him.
After all, we are a cooperative relationship at work, and he is my boss, how could I do such a thing, hehe.
Let's just say last time, he slept so soundly that I couldn't wake him up, so I bought a thousand kilograms of gunpowder, sent it to his room, and wanted to wake him up.
But when I lit the fire, I found out, oh, it is said that gunpowder will kill people. I'm a little confused, hehe~(>3