The sun shone hotly on the earth, and the intellectuals in the trees scrambled to chirp loudly, announcing the heat of the weather.

Chen Song walked along the trees on both sides of the streets of the old town, wondering what to buy to go back to.

Wang Ze was sick today, and he said early in the morning that his head was dizzy and he had a runny nose, but fortunately, he just had a cold, no fever, so he could only ask Chen Song to help him ask for leave.

Remembering that Chen Song hadn't rested for a long time, Sister Zhao gave Chen Song a holiday in the afternoon and asked him to come over and lock the door at night.

"Sell chickens, raise your own chickens. ”

Under a tree in front of him, an old man with gray hair squatted on the ground and shouted.

In front of him was a chicken coop made of bamboo.

Chen Song walked over and asked, "How to sell it?"

Seeing that someone was asking for the price, the old man was shocked, raised his head and said to Chen Song: "Sixty yuan a piece." ”

Chen Song squatted down and saw a hen with shiny fur lying on her stomach in the chicken coop.

"It's all self-raised, and it's guaranteed to be delicious. ”

The old man opened the lid of the chicken coop, reached out and grabbed the hen, regardless of its resistance and chirp, took it out of the cage, and said: "Look, this chicken is fat, whether it is boiled or fried, I have raised this chicken for more than a year, this old hen only needs to remove the oil when making soup, it is very delicious......

"Hmm. ”

Chen Song nodded.

Thinking about how to do it when you buy it back.

When the old man saw Chen Song who was thinking about it, he thought it was because the price was too high, and said with a smile: "Young man, if you want it, I'll give you fifty yuan, this last one, I will go home after selling it." ”

"Good!"

Chen Song took out fifty yuan from his pocket and handed it to the old man.

I didn't expect this stunned kung fu to save ten dollars.

"Thank you, young man, this chicken coop is a little broken, let's send it to you. ”

The old man thanked him and took the money, closed the chicken coop, handed it to Chen Song, picked up the flat pole on the side, and got up happily to leave.

Chen Song carried the chicken coop and continued to walk forward.

This kind of old hen will be very tough, and the best way to deal with it is to boil the soup first and then fry it.

Thinking of the deliciousness of the chicken, Chen Song couldn't help but swallow his saliva, subconsciously raised the chicken coop to take a look, and was directly dumbfounded.

Where are the hens!

The chicken coop was empty, and the hen that had been lying in it had disappeared at some point.

Chen Song hurriedly reached out and touched the bottom of the chicken coop and found that the bamboo strips at the bottom of the chicken coop had been broken, which means that the hen didn't know where it fell off when she walked around by herself.

Chen Song sighed, threw the chicken coop into a bush on the side of the road, and hurried back along the road to find the hen that had fallen from the cage.

After walking for a while, I found that it was all empty, not to mention the hens on the road, but even the human figures, and I didn't see them.

Just as he was about to give up, he saw a small alley on the side, and his eyes lit up and he got in.

Along the alley, Chen Song walked into a residential area with dense houses, and faced with two opposite alleys in front of him, Chen Song walked into one at random, went around, and returned to the mouth of the alley he had just entered.

"Could it be hiding in some corner?"

Chen Song couldn't help frowning, he didn't see the hen all the way, and he didn't hear the cry, indicating that the hen was not caught, and it was very likely that she was hiding.

"Let's look at it again, forget it if you don't. ”

Chen Song walked down the alley again, his eyes trying to find the hen in the gap between the houses.

"Handsome guy, what are you looking for when you're walking around?"

A slightly flirtatious voice sounded in Chen Song's ears.

"I'm looking for ......"

Chen Song looked up and stopped his words.

I saw a woman with a hot figure and heavy makeup standing in front of the half-hidden door of the house next to her, looking at herself, her low-necked clothes revealing white flowers, rising and falling with the woman's breathing, which made people feel dizzy.

At this time, a few elementary school students appeared in front of him, who were looking curiously at this side, and his face flushed with shame, and he ran away.

"Hey, what are you running?"

The woman stomped her foot in anger.

I've never seen someone who comes out to play and is so timid.

"It's a pity, such a handsome guy......"

The woman sighed, turned and entered the house, closing the door.

"Malegobi, what's the matter!"

Chen Song, who ran out of the alley and entered the main road in the old city, couldn't help but smile bitterly as he looked at the flow of people passing by.

"Hey, it looks like there won't be any chicken to eat tonight. ”

Chen Song shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I haven't eaten in a few days......"

An unkempt middle-aged man on the side of the road lay on the ground and made a faint sound.

"Give ......"

Chen Song took out a loaf of bread from his trouser pocket and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked up and saw an unusually handsome long-haired young man handing him a piece of bread, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and then grabbed the bread with a warm face and threw it into the distance.

"What is the matter with you?"

Chen Song was furious when he saw the bread being thrown away.

"Who scarces your bread? ”

The middle-aged man looked at Chen Song with disdain.

Chen Songqiang held back the anger in his heart and said, "You said you were hungry, so I gave you bread." ”

The middle-aged man shouted impatiently: "Get out, don't bother the uncle to make money. ”

Chen Song was so angry in his heart!

It's my breakfast tomorrow.

Every day after work, he and Wang Ze would take the bread that could not be sold that day back to make breakfast for the next day, because they left early today, and this bread was not the usual processed product, but he bought it from the staff price.

I didn't expect my kindness to be disliked.

After reacting, he was so angry that he pointed at the middle-aged man and turned to chase in the direction where the bread was thrown.

He heard Wang Ze say that this kind of fake beggar is played by some good people, who regard beggars as a profession and make money by winning everyone's sympathy.

In front, a young man with well-defined facial features, resolute eyes, and a cold face picked up the bread on the ground, patted the dust on the packaging bag, and when he saw Chen Song coming, he asked expressionlessly, "Can you give me the bread?"

When Chen Song saw the young man, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Murderous!

That's right, he felt a murderous aura from this young man who looked about his own age, and this murderous aura was not directed at anyone, but was uncontrollably emitted by himself.

Seeing that the young man was carrying something tied with cloth behind him, he smiled and asked, "Hungry?"

"Hmm. ”

The boy nodded, his tone revealing a hint of coldness.

He saw that Chen Song was also a martial artist, and he couldn't help but be vigilant in his heart, and stretched his left hand back slightly.

"I'll invite you to dinner. ”

"Good!"

The young man also cherished words like gold, and there was not a trace of emotional fluctuations on his face, but he just held the left hand behind him and took it back.

"Let's go. ”

Chen Song took the boy to a noodle restaurant and ordered a large amount of bone flour.

Looking at the young man who gobbled up and drank all the soup to the point that there was not a drop left, Chen Song seemed to think of himself who had just returned to China.

The young man burped, put the bowl down, and said to Chen Song: "You ask me to eat, and in return, I can help you kill someone." ”

“......”

Chen Song has a black line.

Are the killers so bad now?

A bowl of ten-dollar barrel bone meal can be exchanged for a life?

But thinking that he didn't seem to be in a good place, he couldn't help but sigh and said: "It's not what it used to be now, and it's probably more difficult for you to mix in this business." ”

"I know. ”

The boy nodded expressionlessly.

"You know?"

Chen Song was a little surprised.

"Yes, I've been here for a week and find that there is no use for it. ”

The boy's expression finally loosened slightly.

Chen Song asked, "You didn't know before you came?"

"I don't know, and no one talks to me. ”

The boy shook his head.

Chen Song continued to ask, "Then what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. ”

A hint of confusion flashed in the boy's eyes.

"Will you do anything else?"

"I'm only going to kill. ”

“......”

Chen Song felt that he couldn't talk about it this day.

He looked at the young man whose expression seemed to be unchanged, and quipped: "You don't look like a killer like this, how can there be a killer like you, with an expression of rejection thousands of miles away, everyone is scared away by you." ”

The killers I know can be said to be people with a thousand faces, good at hiding themselves, and acting weirdly, how can they be like this young man, with obvious goals, and he looks like no one can enter.

The young man said coldly: "It's an assassin who is no different from ordinary people, not a killer. ”

"Is there a difference?"

Chen Song was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly he was stunned.

The two are essentially the same, and the purpose of the profession derived from killing people is just to take people's money and eliminate disasters for others.

Assassins are an ancient title, mainly for political positions, more colloquially a bit like the nature of the way for the heavens, they may be a certain organization or individual, they are not mainly to kill, but also responsible for intelligence, or through the assassination of certain important people to achieve certain goals, for example, Jing Ke assassinated the king of Qin, is to use the death of the king of Qin to overthrow the Qin dynasty.

Killer is a profession, and there is also a political position to kill, but almost every killer does not intend to kill for the entire political situation, but for the sake of monetary interests, there is no justice or not, killing is their profession, but ask other things, "you give money, I do things", recognize money and do not recognize people, except for killing, do nothing else.

"The positions and methods are different, the assassin is good at disguise, pays attention to killing with one hit, mainly assassination, and immediately escapes if he misses a hit, while the killer is not, the killer is unscrupulous until the target dies. ”

The young man looked at Chen Song, without the slightest emotion in his tone, just like a cold machine broadcasting voice.

"So what does this have to do with you being cold?"

Chen Song looked at the young man strangely.

The young man was speechless for a long time before he said: "The killer is not a reckless man who wields a gun and a stick, nor is he a brutal and bloodthirsty villain, but he is emotionless and ruthless." ”

“......”

Chen Song was completely speechless, and held his forehead with his hand with a headache.

What kind of truth is this, and I don't know which strange person taught it.

He asked helplessly: "Now that even blacksmiths are scarce, so how can you survive if you don't have a job?"

The boy was silent, and subconsciously reached out to grab the burden behind him, as if only this burden could give him a sense of security.

He has lived with his grandfather for as long as he can remember, when many people are still children, comfortable in the arms of their parents, he only faces cold walls, when his peers grow up carefree under the protection of their parents, he only has endless training every day, when others are happy to play, he can only be alone with a knife, into the mountains to fight the wolf and tiger.

His childhood was all killing, endless killing.

Since he was a child, he knew the responsibility he carried, so that he did not dare to slack off in the slightest, but now, he found that the world could no longer tolerate him, and the training that had not been fatal for more than ten years was useless in the end.

He was confused and at a loss.

Chen Song looked at the young man thoughtfully, his heart moved, and asked, "How is your sword technique?"