If the question is what death means, then it's a stupid question.

Because death means death.

But Liu Xin asked what death represented.

The answer is what comes with death after death............

That's right, yes, that's what it looks like.

Satan rubbed his chin, then his eyes widened, and his red pupils retracted.

The mouth that was originally pouting has become a small O-shape.

The two fingers pinching his chin flicked out, snapping his fingers. It seems that he had an idea, and the answer is already there.

"Honey, listen to me, that's what it's all about~"

"Death means being forgotten, and I hate being forgotten, and I hate that I forget others. That's why people hate to die, right?"

"You see, if your colleagues, friends, classmates, they suddenly die, and then another ten or twenty years will pass............"

"They're not going to be in your memory, are they?"

"Don't you see? It's like some of the little people in the middle, who are used by the author and die diligently in order to promote the development of the plot, which is often called cannon fodder. ”

"People, that is, readers, are also very cooperative, and will soon forget about those cannon fodder, but you, my friend, you are definitely not some insignificant little character~ I can assure you. ”

After saying this, Satan's expression rarely became serious.

"Absolutely not. ”

Then, he smiled happily, as if his expression was just to affirm his answer.

Liu Xin smiled slightly.

That's really a ............

I'm a little flattered by the answer.

However, this answer did not have any impact or unhappiness for Liu Xin.

Death means oblivion.

But I have no connection to that world, to anyone in that world.

If you don't remember it, how can you forget it?

Just like my own work, when I killed someone, there was no trace and no evidence of existence.

............ Now, it doesn't matter if you think about those things after you die.

Compared with this, Liu Xin is still more curious about the Satan in front of him and his reason for being here.

"So, Satan, what about you? Are you alive or dead? Does anyone remember you? Are you one of those things like death?"

Hee-hee, Satan smiled and nodded.

Liu Xin guessed half correctly this time.

"Yes, it's kind of similar, but we're not gods. ”

With that, he used two fingers to scratch something in the air.

The outline is square, as if it were a rectangle.

In the next moment, the outline of the object appeared in an instant.

He handed the palm-sized rectangular object to Liu Xin.

In that strange voice full of magnetism, he said, "In Xia Bucai, this is my business card." ”

Liu Xin twisted it with one hand, and put it in front of his eyes to see that Satan's name was written on it, as well as two horns, and a pattern of black wings.

It looks like it came from somewhere, a somewhat weird cowherd shop............

Disdain.

It's useless to hold it, it doesn't have any useful information on it, and it doesn't even have a phone number.

With just one look, he threw the card behind him, but strangely...... The business card flying in the air burned to ashes in an instant, and under the blowing of the heat wave, it drifted away without a trace.

Before Liu Xin could be surprised, Satan in front of him made another gesture in the air and drew a larger rectangle.

Soon after, sure enough...... Something new has appeared out of thin air.

It was like a ...... Parchment?

Through the light of the bar, Liu Xin could vaguely see what was written on the front of the parchment.

Ahem————

Satan cleared his throat, held the parchment in both hands, put it in front of his eyes, looked at it for a moment, and then pushed it away.

"My dear, we are not gods, but so-called demons, and unlike those bastards who are picky about their desires, we make treaties and make plans, and we are veritable doers!

Receiving tribute and taking money, even then it will not fulfill the wish, this is the god.

But demons are different, they will grant your wishes for you and receive the corresponding reward.

"That's it, it's a coincidence, I'm the same, our killers are taking people's money and fulfilling people's wishes. ”

The corners of Satan's mouth curled up, and he flicked the edge of the parchment again.

"Haha! That's a coincidence! Now let's take a look at your post-race results!!"

Liu Xin raised his eyebrows, he still didn't understand, but soon, he understood what Satan was talking about..................

I saw him holding the parchment in one hand and holding it high in the other, and his emotions were still high: "Life is like a play, my friend!!"

"So, how many people did you kill? Do you remember how many people you killed?"

Homicide.

This kind of thing should have caused a huge change in a person's life and a huge impact on the psyche.

Anyone will remember it clearly, and even if it is traumatic, they will wake up in a dream.

But...... This kind of thing is as common for the killer meteor who has returned from the battlefield as drinking water, sleeping, and eating............

Regarding Satan's question, Liu Xin can't raise any motivation.

He lazily rubbed his chin and threw out a rhetorical question: "Of course I don't remember, do you remember the amount of bread you ate?"

Satan smiled and waved his hand when he heard this, and the answer was not what he expected, it was a very large number, and it was natural not to remember.

"You're right, it's no use keeping a dull list in your head, my friend, there's no doubt about that. ”

Then, with a sinister smile, he glanced at the red in his eyes, and a red light shone even brighter under the chandelier.

Like two headlights drifting past in the night. As far as the eye could see, there was a piece of parchment with something written on it.

"The correct answer is 367,842 people, which is a terrible number, as I said before, you are definitely not a small role, this achievement is not easy for normal people to achieve. ”

"And dismiss this kind of thing. You don't regard the great achievements you have done as a kind of glory at all, and you are so indifferent to fame and fortune, and your ability and moral character are genuine, you will not hesitate to kill people, and you have no feeling for it! You are exactly the talent we need!"

............ Can it be any glory to kill someone.

It's just a matter of pulling the trigger and raising your hands............

Liu Xin waved his hand modestly, lest others hold him up to the sky again.

He's a shooting star, and he knows that the higher he flies, the worse he falls.

"Oh, stop being modest! Numbers don't lie! You're the once-in-a-millennium genius!"

After speaking, Satan gestured a finger with both hands, shrugged his shoulders and pointed at Liu Xin.

What is the intention of the cunning demon to boast about himself in this way............

Liu Xin crossed his fingers with his hands and put them under his nose, supported the bar with his elbows, and thought quietly with a frown...... The answer was reached.

"So...... This is an interview? You want to sign a plan with me? You want to hire me as a killer?"

Hiss............

Satan took a breath of cold air from between his teeth, and the smile on his face was a little stiff when he looked at him, as if he felt out of touch with something............ It seems to be a little helpless............

"Haven't you figured it out yet............"

"I can't help you, friend, I've never seen anyone like you with such a severe brain injury. ”

With that, he reached for the ceiling of the bar, inserted his finger into a small loop, and pulled the thing down.

Boom la la la——————

At this moment, what appeared in front of Liu Xin's eyes was a CT picture of the brain in perspective. There are also three small red circles painted on it, which is particularly conspicuous.

"Look, friend, this is what your brain looks like now, it seems to be PTSD, and alcoholism, staying up late, and smoking. With all due respect, it's no wonder you're not mentally ill!"

After saying that, he didn't know where he pulled out a baton and pointed at the three red circles on the picture of his brain.

"If I remember correctly, your memory hippocampus will always be wrong, and it will always show you in your head, and you can still kill the target without missing a shot in that situation, what an amazing guy! I have to praise you! lest you don't know how awesome you are!"

Liu Xin was holding his chin with the palm of one hand at this moment, looking a little unconvinced. I don't know how to complain about Satan's tone..................

It's true, it's so good to die, why do you praise yourself like this............

Obviously, he is a person who is good for nothing but killing............

His eyes wandered on the CT map of his brain, wandering around, and he felt that his brain was very clear, and he didn't make a mistake when he killed someone, which meant that it was not a serious matter............

"Tsk, I mean, doesn't it look very serious?"

Alas..................

"Really. ”

After hearing Liu Xin's complaint, Satan closed his hands, shrunk the baton into a very small piece, and then held his forehead with one hand, holding back his sigh and loss.

I saw him drooping his eyelids, drooping the corners of his mouth, and posing a very awkward look............

Bang bang bang.

I took three clicks on the red-circled part of the picture.

"My dear, I'm sorry to tell you that there is no euphemism for this kind of thing, so I'll tell you directly. ”

After speaking, he turned around and couldn't bear to look at Liu Xin's face again.

"The good part is the red crayon circled on the picture. Honestly, it's a miracle that you're not brain dead......"

"Oh............"

Meteor was stunned, looking at the three small red circles on the picture, his heart was not a taste, and he couldn't speak.

Why............

Why did you become like this?

And when was it, it was clear that he was also working very hard to live.