The sound soon became dense and intense. I heard that there are more than one helicopters, surrounding the top of the mountain. At the same time, several searchlights illuminated the sky and quickly shot towards the top of the mountain.
"You're right." T suddenly spoke again, "Your skills are indeed better than five years ago."
Just as Han Chen was about to speak, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Jin Xi stagger, her face pale and shaky. His heart was tense, he held the gun in one hand and didn't move, the other arm stretched out, pulled her over, and directly clasped her in his arms.
Perhaps the fight with T just now caused the wound in his body. After Jin Xi said what she said just now, she felt her blood surging even more than before, and the pain in her chest and abdomen felt like it was about to split. Feeling Han Chen's hands tightly wrapping around her waist, she was lying on his chest, smelling the breath on his body, and her consciousness was lost for a moment. She bit her lower lip hard and woke herself up again.
"Internal bleeding." T said again, "She blocked Ke Fan's blow for you."
Han Chen didn't speak.
However, Jin Xi suddenly felt his hand around her waist tighten even tighter. As soon as she looked up, she met his eyes.
Those dark eyes made Jin Xi's heart tremble, she smiled at him, and said softly, "I'm fine."
His breath sprayed on her face, but he didn't speak. The two looked up again and looked at T.
At this time, three helicopters had already flown to the top of the mountain and circled, and several searchlights illuminated everything on the flat mountain. Everything seemed to be about to settle down. Several ladders were dropped from the helicopter, and the heavily armed special police officers began to descend rapidly. On the helicopter, countless guns were aimed at T who was confronting Han Chen.
"Put down your weapon! Immediately put down your weapon!" Qin Wenlong's voice came from the loudspeaker, "Otherwise, shoot right away!"
"Where it starts, it ends. That's my first crime." T looked at them, and the searchlight illuminated his body, reflecting a dazzling and bleak white. He suddenly showed an unprecedented calm smile: "I was one of the serial killers five years ago. I'm sorry."
Jin Xi and Han Chen were startled at the same time.
Suddenly, T quickly raised his gun and aimed it at his left chest. Han Chenquan's hand on her waist suddenly loosened, and he rushed over!
Too late!
"boom!"
Blood stains burst out of T's chest in an instant, and the bullet had been shot through. Han Chen only had time to grab his collar, and the gun in his hand had already fallen to the ground.
Jin Xi lost her support and fell to the ground all of a sudden, her eyes turning black. But she still saw that Han Chen's complexion had become as pale as never before. He grabbed the dying T's collar and roared, "Where is she? Where is my fiancee?"
where is she
My fiancee, where is she
I searched hard for so many days and nights, where is she
"I can't say it." T only said these four words, and slowly closed his eyes.
And Jin Xi looked at Han Chen's instantly stiff body, only to feel a huge pain that slowly hit her heart. No matter how hard the surging heat flow was to be suppressed, it was hard to turn around. Her eyes were blurred, but Han Chen's stubborn expression just now was imprinted in her mind like a fire.
Tears slowly filled her eyes, with some kind of deep grief, and she didn't know why. She struggled to get up from the ground, but fell to the ground again.
There have been many footsteps in all directions, and many people are running towards them. Jin Xi got up again, barely standing still, "Wow", she spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Zhou Xiao Zhuan ran through the crowd, his eyes were sharpest, and at a glance, he saw Bai Jin Xi walking forward with her back to Han Chen, looking a little dazed, with a large bloodstain on her chest. Zhou Xiaozhuan was so frightened that he said, "Xiaobai!" He ran over in three steps and two steps, and quickly hugged her.
"Xiao Zhuan..." Jin Xi's tears fell, and she reached out and hugged her tightly.
At this time, he suddenly felt a pair of stronger hands behind him, hugging her firmly, as if to let her return to that familiar embrace. Jin Xi pushes those hands away, "Don't touch me!" In his already confused brain, many images and sounds flashed like ghostly screams in an instant - he was sitting behind the screen of a plain nightclub, a room full of cigarettes The smelly, oppressive and ethereal "Hunger"; he stared at her in the dark, the blade pressed against her neck; he stood by the dimly lit river, holding a cigarette, watching her smile; he carried her to a tree , told her not to come down no matter what; and he stood beside her and whispered: This is my Han Chen's confidante...
Huge mourning swallowed all her will in an instant. A mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, her eyes darkened, and she fell into Zhou Xiaozhuan's arms.
—
This night, Jin Xi's consciousness was always vague.
Vaguely, she heard the sound of the propeller, and felt that there were people walking around all the time. She was put on a flat place, but there was always wind and bumps in her ears.
The pain in her chest and abdomen continued, making it impossible for her to fall into a deep sleep. But I can't open my eyes.
"It hurts..." she said softly, "Xiao Zhuan, I hurt so much."
In a daze, it felt as if someone was holding her hand, and then something soft and warm was sticking to the back of her hand.
She felt someone staring at her.
"Xiao Zhuan..." She said again in a trance, "how do you say I... I am so unlucky... My parents died, and I am left alone. There is no... relatives and friends... "
The man was motionless and seemed to have been listening to her.
"I like my ex boyfriend so much..." Her tears fell, "he left me and married someone else... Now, now I like him, but he has a fiancée, he has... a fiancée..."
"Xiao Zhuan, I want to go back to Jiangcheng... I want to go back to Jiangcheng, I don't want to see him again... No..."
"Why do I keep being... unlucky... I don't want any more..."
"I don't like him anymore... woo woo... I don't like him anymore... "
…
"Don't like me?" A low, slightly hoarse man's voice. It seems to have a strong astringency that has never been seen before, but also with unprecedented nostalgia and tenderness.
Suddenly, she felt the soft and warm touch on the back of her hand disappear.
The next second, it pressed heavily on her mouth.
With the scent of Su Yan that she was familiar with, with a certain repressed and decisive breath. He kissed hard and fast. The tongue pried open her dry and cold lips mercilessly, chasing her tongue almost frantically, wrapping and sucking, leaving her no room to breathe.
There was still a residual bloody breath in her mouth, which was entangled with his taste, mixed into some kind of sweet and bitter taste. Her tears fell all at once, and then she felt that he kissed her more fiercely, covering her entire lips and tongue, kissing deeper and deeper.
Jin Xi can only feel a certain emotion that has been suppressed for a long time in her heart, and it instantly feels like it is about to explode. She opened her eyes in a trance, saw his blurry and handsome face, and felt more and more grievances in her heart. She reached out to push him, but he hugged him tighter and kissed him harder.
…
"What?" she heard someone shouting beside her. "Comrade police, you can't kiss her! She's hurt!"
Then she felt her body sway, and Han Chen's hands that were holding her suddenly loosened, but they were hugged back in an instant.
"I can't pull it off!" someone shouted.
…
Han Chen, Han Chen.
Why does the name alone have a lingering taste
Why can't I refuse your kiss
Like being unable to refuse to be buried in the depths of my body, that desire and pursuit that has been lost for years and months
☆, I will not look back (1)
Xie Lu touched a gun for the first time in the summer of 10 years old.
The school is over for the summer vacation. Dad is busy with the store all day, and his mother disappears from morning till night. As usual, he was sent to his grandfather's house in the countryside, and no one would come to pick him up until the start of school.
But this was the happiest time of the year for Xie Lu. There are small fish and shrimps in the countryside, countless bird eggs, and grandpa who accompanies him from morning to night. The countryside is poor, but Xie Lu eats better than the city. At night, grandfather and grandson lie on the bamboo bed. Xie Lu retells his favorite hero story from the book to grandfather. Praise him for his good memory, intelligence, and ambition.
Except occasionally, the gossip among the neighbors made him unhappy.
"Xie Lu, Xie Lu. Dad's surname is Xie, and mom's surname is Lu. It's a pity, the father has no ability to make money, and the mother heard that he steals people outside every day."
"No wonder it was thrown into the countryside when it was on vacation."
…
One sunny morning, Xie Lu was called by his grandfather: "Lu Lu, grandpa will take you hunting today."
Xie Lu was usually a taciturn child. Hearing this, he got up and said, "Did you use a real gun?"
Looking at his bright eyes, grandpa smiled: "Silly boy, where there is a real gun, an air gun is almost the same!"
But it was enough to make Xie Lu excited. I used to watch my grandpa go hunting with a gun on his back, but he said he was young and never took him. Finally got to try it today.
The result of this hunt greatly surprised Grandpa.
On the top of the mountain, the circling gathering place of wild birds.
Except for the first few shots, which were completely unruly, the guns were unsuccessful. Grandpa gave a little push, and Xie Lu looked like an old hunter—
Ten shots can at least hit seven or eight shots.
"My family, Lu Lu, turned out to be a natural sharpshooter!" Grandpa was very happy, he was an excellent old hunter, no matter whether Xie Lu was young or the first time he touched a gun and could understand it, he just put his own experience on it. The trick, told him all over again.
Xie Lu has been listening quietly.
By the time he came down the mountain, he could shoot the wild bird in the head.
That night, grandfather and grandson were still lying on the bamboo bed, grandpa was very serious and said to him with great relief: "Lu Lu, this time when grandpa sends you back, I will tell your parents to let them send you to practice shooting. The old Zhao family at the head of the village has a grandson who is training in shooting at the sports school. After he has practiced, he can join the army, become a policeman, and participate in the Olympic Games.
Xie Lu jumped up from the bed: "Grandpa, really? Will you tell them?"
"Of course it's true, Grandpa promises you."
That night, Xie Lu fell asleep. All I can think about is the image of myself holding a gun and standing on the Olympic gold medal podium.
A ten-year-old boy, in fact, it is difficult to say that he has a clear purpose in life. But once there is an earth-shattering dream, it is enough to burn all his blood and desire in a very short period of time—
Until this dream was easily shattered by the ruthless reality.
Grandpa's assurances fell through.
When he sent Xie Lu back to the city, his father was in the sparsely populated small restaurant, with an ugly face to settle accounts. Grandpa let Xie Lu sit aside and talk to him himself.
After a while, I heard the voice of my father yelling at my grandfather: "Where can I get the money to send him to learn his specialty? It would be good to have a book! I also expect him to come to the store to help him right after he graduates from high school!"
"But Lu Lu is born..."
"Dad, don't worry about it, he's my son."
"You also know that he is your son, this is the child's life!"
"Dad, this is absolutely impossible. You go quickly, there's no car late."
…
Xie Lu's last impression that day was lying in the window of the narrow attic on the second floor of the small shop, watching his grandfather in the twilight, walking farther and farther. His back was very stooped. When he came, he held Xie Lu in his left hand and a chicken and a lot of vegetables in his right. Now his hands are empty and he keeps his head down, Xie Lu inexplicably feels that his grandfather looks a lot older all of a sudden.
Grandpa walked to the bus stop and was waiting for the bus. He waited for almost an hour, and Xie Lu watched him from the window for an hour.
There were more and more people on the platform, and the bus finally came. Xie Lu watched his grandfather walk quickly to the car door, but was squeezed to the end by a group of people. Then, like a fish in the crevice of the stream, he squeezed forward desperately. In the end, he finally got into the car. The carriage was full, and Xie Lu could no longer see him.
In the winter and summer vacations in the following years, Xie Lu still went to the village to spend time with his grandfather. But neither grandfather nor grandson mentioned the matter of learning to shoot. Only once, when Xie Lu was cooking on the stove, saw his grandfather's most cherished old air gun cut in half and thrown together with the firewood.
Xie Lu looked at the "corpse" of the gun for a long time, and finally threw it into the stove and burned it.
Xie Lu didn't stop his love for guns.
He was reluctant to spend a penny of the pocket money his grandfather had saved for him selling eggs; he didn't spend the meager lunch money given by his father, and he drank water when he was hungry.
After saving forty or fifty dollars, go to the market and buy the cheapest imitation toy gun. It was a piece of plastic bullet. But Xie Lu was naturally keen on guns and could pick out the best workmanship and the most accurate aiming among a large number of imitation guns.
Then I just nest in the attic on the second floor of my house, and I hit the bacon, pepper, and wormwood hanging from my neighbor's house every day. On weekends, I go up the mountain with a gun. Plastic bullets can't hit animals, so I hit leaves, ants, etc. Hit ladybugs on leaves.
Once, he took a "design drawing" himself and went to the blacksmith's shop to shoot a real gun. When the master saw it, he immediately waved his hand and refused: "You child, you are so courageous. Who dares to shoot you a real gun? Where did you steal this picture? Hurry up!"
The second time, Xie Lu learned to be good. He disassembled the parts of the gun into several drawings and went to several blacksmiths to make them. It cost him nearly a year of savings. A few months later, he finally got his first gun. The bullets are lead bullets, which can't kill people, but are enough to maim, especially birds and beasts. When he shot for the first time and hit a pheasant on the mountain, he finally felt a certain kind of impulse and joy that had been suppressed deep in his body for a long time, relieved and released.
The gun was his secret, and he didn't tell anyone, not even grandpa. He just came home later and later every day, he skipped classes frequently, and sometimes even lived in the mountains for two days on weekends—no one noticed anyway. He sold the game he bought to restaurants in the city, and the money in exchange was enough to cover his daily expenses.
The fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy lived like a full-fledged hunter, and even gradually became famous in the surrounding mountains. Because his prey is always shot in the eye.
Only a one-in-a-million sharpshooter can do this.
Xie Lu also had a feeling.
Whenever he came out of the mountains, back to the city, back home, back to school. He just felt like he was out of tune with it all. But he also knew that he couldn't live his whole life by hunting, and his father's half-dead shop still counted on him to work hard.
But he didn't know where the road ahead was.
When I was fourteen, my grandfather died. died of illness. Probably because he was afraid that he would be sad, he and his father were not notified until he was terminally ill and could not move in bed.
The father and son rushed to the village overnight, looked at the grandfather on the sickbed, and cried. Grandpa was laughing. He shook Xie Lu's hand first and said, "Child, if you want to live a good life, Grandpa will see you in the sky."
Xie Lu cried so much that he was speechless.
Grandpa called Dad to him again and pointed to the cabinet next to him: "There is 10,000 yuan I saved up there. You promise me that Lu Lu will go to the shooting test, otherwise I will die."
Dad walked over, took out the money, nodded, and nodded with tears: "Okay."
According to his grandfather's wishes, his body was cremated three days later.
The villagers all advocate burial, and the old man of the Xie family has become the only exception for many years. No one told Xie Lu, but he understood that grandfather insisted on cremation just to save money and read his shooting skills.
Half a month later, Xie Lu graduated from junior high school, and the provincial sports school released an open enrollment announcement at the same time, including 3 places for shooting students.
Xie Lu mentioned to his father about signing up, but at that time his father was struggling with the rent for the next quarter. Every time he opened his mouth, his father waved his hand impatiently: "I'll talk about it when I'm free."
Xie Lu was afraid of delay, so he went to sign up, take a physical examination, take a written test... until the day of the final shooting selection test.
Provincial sports schools are also among the best in the country, so the exam day was almost crowded. Xie Lu sat among the candidates, beside either the top student of the city sports school or the champion of the national youth shooting competition. He was the only one. When the teacher called his name, his expression was a little puzzled: "Xie Lu? Don't have any shooting training experience or achievements?"
"No." He replied, for the first time in his life, his palms were sweating and he felt stage fright.
The few dozen minutes that Xie Lu took the exam attracted all the teachers of the shooting department of the sports school to come and watch. It is said that even the principal who was at work rushed to the shooting range to see the marksmanship of this handsome and unknown boy.
"Move the target back 30 meters! Candidates start free shooting."
"10 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings..."
"Move back 30 meters!"
"10 rings, 9.97 rings, 10 rings..."
"Change the moving target!"
"10 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings..."
When the exam was finally over, Xie Lu put down his gun and turned around, and when the examiner reported the results, the audience was silent. The principal made a decision on the spot: "Give him the admission notice, this psychological quality, this marksmanship... I must get this kid!"
Xie Lu returned home with the warm admission notice in his arms. On the way, he roughly calculated the amount according to the teacher's instructions. The money left by his grandfather was just enough for two years of tuition, living expenses, the remaining one year's tuition, and other expenses. He could think of a solution by himself.
Fifteen-year-old Xie Lu felt for the first time that he was so close to his dream.
Also, grandpa's dream.
It was also on this day that for the first time he felt the bone-shattering pain of his dream being torn apart.
When he handed the notice to his father, his father remained silent for a long time.
Xie Lu said, "that's the money grandpa left me to learn shooting, and I have to get it back."
Father suddenly went crazy.
He grabbed the notice and shredded it. Xie Lu was shocked and rushed over, but only grabbed a bunch of pieces. Then, he saw his father was extremely angry, extremely contemptuous, but still had a somewhat embarrassed expression. He patted the table coldly and stood up: "I've said it a long time ago, you will come to the store to help Lao Tzu after you graduate from high school. Your grandfather is confused when he is dying, and you follow your whims? Do you know how to raise a specialty? How much does it cost to give birth? Where can I find so much money? Your grandfather’s money has already been used to pay the rent, doesn’t I need money to support you? Learn to shoot? You didn’t see the news that the Olympic champions have nothing to eat , go to the bathroom to give people a bath? Don't think about it!"
Xie Lu didn't understand, where did his father's monstrous anger come from? Does he hate his son
No, he has been living so angry all the time, life has made him full of anger at everything and everyone - from the day Xie Lu was sensible.
Xie Lu picked up the scraps of paper on the ground and stood up: "If you don't pay me, I will work by myself and go to the sports school. It has nothing to do with you from now on."
"Go to your mother's sports school!" His father kicked him on top of him and knocked him to the ground, "I'm not allowed! How dare you cut ties with me? Your household registration book is in Laozi's hands, what are you reading? I have the final say about the school. If I don’t let you go to study, which school can accept you? They dare? I have never heard of anyone who dares to force people to send their children!”
Xie Lu was silent for a long time, then got up from the ground and went upstairs. Father thought he was afraid of being beaten, so he ignored him and continued to sit down and settle accounts.
After a while, Xie Lu was seen carrying a bag and wearing a peaked cap.
Father ignored him.
What the father didn't know was that the son would never come back after leaving this time.
—
Xie Lu met the man in the third month of living in the mountains.
It was a sunny and clear afternoon, and he was sitting by the stream, cleaning up a golden pheasant he had just hit. There's a bunch of freshly picked bamboo shoots on the side - it's his dinner today.
The man just walked out of the woods, followed by two equally tall men.
However, unlike the stern and strong following behind him, the man was wearing a white shirt and dark slacks, and was unexpectedly young. With a smile on his face, he looks like a rich boy out on an outing.
He squatted down in front of Xie Lu, and with his extremely slender and fair fingers, he dialed the dead golden pheasant, and then asked: "You are Xie Lu? In the provincial sports school selection test, he was shocked and suddenly disappeared. Now Xie Lu, who lives in the mountains and has nowhere to go?"
Xie Lu glanced at him and said nothing.
He looked at the gun behind Xie Lu again: "Let me see your marksmanship."
Xie Lu was silent for a moment, still holding the golden pheasant in his left hand, suddenly he swung the air gun on his back, raised the muzzle, and squeezed his finger on the trigger. He did these actions in one go and very fast. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the man squatting on the spot, not panicking at all, but the two men standing behind him changed color instantly, quickly took out guns from his waist and aimed at Xie Xie. land.
It was a dark and shiny gun that Xie Lu had never seen before.
That's a real gun.
Xie Lu didn't see the two real Brownings facing his head, looked up at the sky, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger.
A kingfisher that just flew overhead fell down. It happened to fall between the man and Xie Lu.
Xie Lu put the gun back and continued to deal with the golden pheasant. Seeing this, the two followers slowly put away their guns.
The man stood up and put his hands in his trouser pockets.
"Xie Lu, come with me."
Xie Lu looked up: "Who are you? Why?"
The man smiled again, reached out to a follower, and the follower pulled out the pistol from his waist and handed it to him. As soon as he raised his hand, the heavy Browning fell into Xie Lu's arms.
"What you have on your back can't be called a gun at all. The life you are living now is not the life you should live," he said. "A gifted person has his destiny and way of life. I can bring it to you. Such a life."
Xie Lu also stood up: "Why should I trust you?"
The man was silent for a moment, then smiled slowly: "Because I can understand you, the sense of fate that is incompatible with the mediocrity of this world; the urge to burn everything and pursue myself. Because I am always burning, and being The charm of which is deeply impressed.
Come with me, Xie Lu. Because only with me will you be included, accepted, and never let down again. Now that you're fifteen, I promise you that within five years, I'll make you the greatest shooter in the world.
Of course, it is also my own shooter. "
☆, I will not look back (2)
"I'll call you T later."
"What does this name mean?"
"You can give it many meanings, but it can also mean nothing else. Because it's you, T."
Xie Lu - or should it be called T now. He felt that the man's mind was deeper and clearer than anyone he had ever seen.
He is completely different from the vicious criminal in T's impression.
So even if you follow him to kill, you feel justified.
From fifteen to twenty-three, T followed him for eight years.
But only for the first three years, with him.
Because in the third year, that case happened.
At that time, it was also the first time that T committed a crime. He was taught by that person, so when he committed the crime, he continued that person's style: well-planned, good at detecting people's hearts, ruthless, and seamless.
Eight people died within a week without a trace, which the police called a "perfect crime". But T is very clear that he has only learned a little of the person's fur.
And he never asked that person why he wanted to kill these people.
He said kill, kill.
It's just that on the night of the celebration, someone provoked him: "T, although your marksmanship is good, you are actually the most boring among us. Lying a few hundred meters away, killing one with one shot, what's the matter? Meaning? I just like being with the person I'm killing, chatting with her, bathing her, smelling every inch of her body, seeing more and more fears in her eyes! And then, In this kind of fear, boil her little by little, kill her little by little—this is the real murder. Boy, do you want to try?”
Without thinking about it, T replied, "No!"
Someone next to him laughed softly, and at this moment, T saw the man standing under the light not far away, looking at him quietly.
T couldn't see clearly for a while, whether his eyes were regretful, displeased, or pity.
It's just that T is very clear that the pair of bloody hands that haunt him every night will probably follow him for the rest of his life.
No one thought that in this year, this season, their team was almost exposed to the sun, and they were completely defeated.
And T was also intercepted and pursued by the police because of his first crime.
It was a perfect crime, but he finally met his opponent.
It was at that time that T met those two people for the first time. The same unexpectedly young detectives, I heard that they are still deeply in love with each other.
When they met again later, they were almost a pair of corpses, with only their last breath left.
…
After this case, the man who was regarded as a brother and a god by T dismissed the entire team and disappeared.
And everyone including T, as long as they are alive, start to live on their own.
"I'm sorry, T," the man said, "I promised you five years, but only took you three years."
But T just smiled: "My whole life, at your disposal."
The man just nodded and stopped looking at him. A man looks out the window at the burning sunset. T is very clear that in that case, it was not only Han Chen and his girlfriend, but also the man in front of him that burned the most.
After leaving him, T has nothing else to do but kill.
So he began to accept some employment and commissions, and quickly accumulated fame and wealth. However, even though he had left that person, T would still send him half of the commission every time. He believed that others did the same.
It's just that more and more people are killed, and the price is getting higher and higher. The hands that were tearing at him in the dream became more and more violent. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, grab the gun beside me, but don't know where to shoot.
He also went back to see his father. The storefront of the past was gone, and there was only a man in his 40s, but an old man in his 60s, dragging a broom and sweeping the floor on the street. He was just still angry and incompetent. If a pedestrian lost a piece of waste paper on the ground just swept, it would make him cross eyebrows. But he was only coldly facing the air, not daring to fight against anyone.
T walked in front of him.
As a killer, he is good at disguise. At the moment he wears a low-pitched cap, has a thick beard, and his complexion has changed. It's just that if you look closely, you can vaguely recognize the handsome young man back then.
But his father didn't recognize him. He only looked up at T, and then whispered: "Let me go, sweep the floor!"
T stepped aside.
Seeing him squatting and sweeping the floor, he looked a bit like his grandfather's back.
T lost a heavy bag at his feet, and inside it was enough cash to make him wealthy and old.
Then he raised his head in surprise: "Sir, your bag..."
T turned to leave. Just after walking out for a short while, I heard a hesitant, excited, hoarse voice from behind: "Are you... Are you Lu Lu from my family?!"
T picked up the pace and didn't look back.
Father, my life is no longer a life you can understand.
From the day you gave up understanding me.
In the last year, T's insomnia became more and more serious. I often keep my eyes open until dawn, then sleep for two hours and wake up at a fixed time every day.
He read the book, and his condition is called depression.
But he was actually quite calm. He thought, as the man said, to live is to burn yourself. And he probably killed too many people, burned too fast, and the dust accumulated in his heart was getting thicker and thicker. He has lost sight of the world.
On the last mission, he finally missed.
Maybe he was too dazed, or maybe he saw a four or five-year-old boy beside the target person. He pulled the trigger three times, but put it down three times.
In the end, some of them left the high-rise building in despair, but they were photographed by surveillance cameras. Although it was a disguised appearance, it was enough for him to be strictly sealed and hunted by the police. In the end, he was shot twice and fled into the forest.
The jungle is the place he is most familiar and comfortable with. Using a knife and fire, he cut out the bullets himself. Then I ran in the mountains for 11 days.
He finally got rid of the police behind him, and he was exhausted. He didn't know that he had entered the border of K province, the most dangerous section of mountains and jungles.
The next night, he stumbled and fell off a section of the cliff, fell into a coma, and dropped several guns with him into the rushing stream.
High fever, accompanied by severe pain in the legs. He has been in a daze, and in his dream, countless hands stretched out from under the cliff and pulled him down.
He thought, it's okay to die like this.
Because that person said that people like us, even if we can build a brand new world, will eventually die silently and namelessly in the ordinary world of the mediocre.
When I woke up, I saw a light.
The ordinary wooden house in the countryside, just like the one he lived in when he was a child, is simple but neat. And an old man, with his back to him, was sitting under the lamp, repairing the clothes he had taken off.
T saw this scene and almost burst into tears.
"Grandpa... Grandpa..." he shouted.
The old man turned his face.
But it wasn't the face he was familiar with, just an ordinary rural old man. Thinner, leaner and older than the grandfather I remember.
Smile, but so similar, like a person.
"Child..." The old man walked in front of him. "You fell into the valley and broke your leg. Grandpa carried you back on your back. Don't worry, you've already been given herbs, and it will take care of you."
There was no expression on T's face: "Why are you helping me?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to think, but he didn't answer.
"My surname is Guo. Just call me Grandpa Guo," he said.
Grandpa Guo is very busy every day. As soon as the chickens crow, they get up, go to the half-acre field behind the house to water and fertilize them, and then come back to make breakfast. What he wants to do is breakfast for the whole family. Looking out from the window, there are several red brick houses around the house. According to Grandpa Guo, his son and several grandsons live there.
Now that there is an extra T, Grandpa Guo has to do one more person every day. However, the old mountain is very barren, and sometimes there is not enough rice to eat. At this time, Grandpa Guo will fill the rest of the rice with T, and he will take a bowl of vegetable porridge and say with a smile: "I'm so old, eat Not too much. You need to recuperate and eat more."
T did not refuse, and bowed his head and ate it up. As a killer, he is very aware that his current combat effectiveness is zero, which makes him feel strongly insecure. If he didn't recover his strength quickly, his life would always be hanging in the air.
But after staying for a few days, T discovered that the family was different.
For example, Grandpa Guo's grandsons who are in their prime have never married;
For example, Grandpa Guo never let them know about the existence of T. Like he was afraid of something, or more like he was determined to protect him. Grandpa Guo hid him in this hut. Occasionally someone came over, immediately picked up the haystack and mat, and covered the wooden bed on which he was lying. Take it away when people leave.
If he doesn't say it, T doesn't ask.
Usually, one old and one young, the two rarely speak. Grandpa Guo didn't seem to like to talk too much. At night, he moved a chair and sat at the door, staring at the bright moon in the ravine, in a daze for a long time. And T also looked at the clearest moon that he had not seen in a long time, and then went to sleep.
His insomnia is gone. Every day when it was dawn, sometimes he even had to be called by Grandpa Guo to wake up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his simple smile, and then handed over a bowl of hot porridge.
Occasionally, chat. Grandpa Guo asked, "Son, what do you do?"
T answered: "I do IT."
Seeing that Grandpa Guo didn't speak, he had to explain again