When the boy opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything in the pitch black, and the piercing pain caused the boy to shrink into a ball in the corner, as if it wouldn't hurt if he was holding himself.

"Am I dead?" the boy felt himself lie in a soft place, and there was some damp musty smell floating in the air.

"Where am I? What are these clothes?" The pain faded and consciousness began to return, and the boy sat up, realizing that there were clothes all around.

"Where am I? where did I get my clothes? These are ......" The boy found himself in a place full of clothes, a closet to be exact.

Memories poured in like a spring, and the boy remembered that he had been in the closet before, but that was a lot of the years before, and the boy stretched out his arms, only to see the two delicate and small hands in sight.

With the command in the boy's brain, the little hands clenched, opened, clenched, and opened again.

The boy lowered his arm and gently pushed open the closet, shocked by the scene in front of him.

"Is this my home?" the boy thought of this, his eyes dimmed a little, and his thoughts were still a little confused, and he slowly lay back in the closet, muttering to himself: "It seems to ...... It's really my family...... I'm at home...... I ......"

"I, who is it?"

In my memory, the family who is engaged in the catering industry seems to have opened a noodle restaurant, which is very famous, but because he offended people, he got into trouble, was framed by someone, and was killed by a killer, and this killer seems to be a very famous killer.

The memories in his brain came up again, and the tearing pain made Jiang Ze tremble, and after a while, he slowly leaned back in the closet, to be honest, he needed time to sort out these memories.

It's not real, everything is unreal, it's even a little unreal, he doesn't know what the situation is, it's like you know since you were a child that one plus one equals two, it's something engraved in your bones, you can't resist, you can't refuse, you can only admit it.

Jiang Ze pushed open the wardrobe door and walked out, his small body was still a little unbalanced when he walked, but in general it had begun to develop.

Walking out of the bedroom, as if in memory, the living room was full of corpses, Jiang Ze's little feet walked out all the way out with blood, Jiang Ze in this world did not scream because of fear, it seemed that he was familiar with life and death, and these corpses did not make him feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Ze looked at the woman lying in the corner, stepped forward, slowly squatted down, covered the eyes of the deceased with his small hands, and then left the house.

On summer nights, the cool breeze is still a bit unbearable, and the streets are eerily quiet, except for the occasional sound of a few rats scurrying.

The two men walked to the car one after the other, "Kirk, today's task is finally completed, wait until you go back to settle the bill, and have a good drink!"

The man who was called to Kirk put his backpack on the back seat of the car, "Haha, you know how to drink, and you are not afraid of drinking and making mistakes one day, this is what we are most afraid of in our industry." ”

"Fart, who doesn't know that I'm the best drinker in the world, drink some, it's okay. The man shouted loudly.

"Okay, okay, be quieter! You are not afraid of being heard, so hurry up and get in the car and go back to your life." Kirk said urgingly.

Just when Bell was about to get into the car, he suddenly felt that someone slapped him twice behind him, and for a while, Bell's hairs all over his body exploded, and he immediately turned around and saw a little Zhengtai standing behind him.

"Damn, why don't you walk with a sound?" Bell shouted, knowing that if someone had tried to kill him, he probably wouldn't have known how he died.

"What's the matter, Bell, what's the yelling for?" said Kirk, who heard the voice and saw the little boy standing next to the car.

"How can there be a child?" said Kirk, frowning. Walk up to the boy, crouch in front of the boy, and try to keep yourself and the boy at eye level, "Little friend, are you doing this here?"

Xiao Zhengtai watched Kirk walk towards him, trembling with fright, biting his little lip, not to mention how pitiful it was, "Uncle... Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm lost and don't know where home is. He lowered his head as he spoke.

But apparently, this is a lost child.

Although he has been a killer for so many years, he is still a little unbearable to the child, according to common sense, the person who sees his face must be eradicated, but when he sees such a poor and helpless little boy in front of him, he can't do it for a while.

Kirk stood up and looked at Bell, "What about this?"

Bell exclaimed, "You ask me, who do I ask?"

The little boy looked at the two uncles, and the two quarreled because of themselves, "Uncle, don't quarrel, I'll just go, don't quarrel." ”

The voice is already small, and with a special fear, and the way I try to make people hear what I say, it's so cute.

Kirk suddenly softened, and Bell hesitated a little, and walked up to the boy, "What's your name?"

The boy said hesitantly for a long time, "Jiang ...... Marsh....... ”

"Oh, Ozawa, would you like to go with your uncles, who can take care of you and help you find your mother. ”

"Really?" the boy looked like he had been given candy in disappointment, his eyes sparkling with hope, as if at this moment, Kirkbell was all the boy's hope.

Bell stood up satisfied, touched the boy's head, and then turned around, "Look at how easy it is, take him back and it's over." ”

"Take it back, you're responsible for what happened?" said Kirk dissatisfied.

"I'm responsible, I'm responsible!" said and walked towards the other side of the car, Kirk shook his head, Bell is this temperament, helplessly looked at the little Zhengtai standing on the ground, the boy looked at Kirk pitifully, stretched out his hands, and motioned for Kirk to hug himself.

Kirk hesitated, walked to Jiang Ze, slowly picked up the boy, and found that the boy was very light, too light, after all, it was a boy, how could he be as light as a female doll?

"Ozawa, why are you so light?" asked Kirk.

"Because ......"

"Hmm..."Kirk's eyes suddenly widened to look at the boy he was still holding on to him, the boy's face was still that childish childish expression, everything was so pitiful, of course, if it weren't for the knife in Kirk's heart.

"Because, my uncle is tired, and he has to sleep. The boy's demonic whisper rang in Kirk's ears, and Kirk died standing there, bowing his head before he died, looking at the dagger he had pinned to his waist now in his chest, his eyes filled with only endless fear and doubt.

Unfortunately, Kirk will never get an answer, and with a bang, Kirk is lying on the ground.

"Hey, Kirk, what are you doing? Grind and chirp, hurry up and get into the car with the little kid!" Bell got out of the car again because Kirk hadn't gotten into the car yet, and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Kirk was lying on the ground, his heart was still spurting blood, and the little boy standing next to him, holding a dagger in his hand, covered in blood, and his face was still stained with blood gushing from Kirk's chest, but he still looked at Bell with a cute look that didn't understand anything.

Bell didn't realize how cute the boy was now, only fear, fear, these emotions swept through Bell's whole body for a while, "You, you, who are you?"

"Hmm, Uncle Bell, I'm Ozawa, why did you forget who I was after a while?" The milky voice sounded, if it weren't for the dagger in Jiang Ze's hand and the blood stained with Kirk, Bell would have been about to believe it.

Bell was a killer after all, and after a brief moment of fear, he came to his senses, quickly turned around and pulled the car door, picked up the pistol in his seat, and turned around to be a shot.

"Bang!" the sound of gunfire echoed in the middle of the night, and at night, the lights on the side of the road seemed to be a little old, flickering and flickering, making the already somewhat permeable street even more eerie.

Bell glared, his hand clutched the major artery in his neck, blood spurted from between his fingers, looked at the boy in front of him, and said something in his mouth, but he never spoke, and fell to the ground.

Kirkbel, a well-known figure in the killer world, died like this, and they never dreamed that they would one day die at the hands of a little boy who was less than 6 years old.

Jiang Ze saw that Bell was completely out of breath, so he wiped off the fingerprints of the dagger in his hand and threw it on the ground, and slowly walked in the other direction of the street.

At night, a boy walked alone, limping when he walked, which made people feel distressed.

"Next...... Where are you going?" Jiang Ze looked up at the moon, spat out a mouthful of blood, and slowly fell to the ground.

At the moment when Jiang Ze took out the knife, Bell's gun also hit Jiang Ze's shoulder, the boy covered his shoulder, and the blood suddenly soaked half of his body, "Eh, isn't it just a shot, why does it hurt so much this time?"

Jiang Ze was lying on the ground, yes, he avenged his family, but for a moment, he didn't even know why he wanted to take revenge, just for those who were called "Mom and Dad" in his memory?

He didn't know, but he did it anyway. In this way, the pain came back with those damn memories, and in the memory, there was a name that was extremely eye-catching, Jiang Ze didn't know who it was, but he seemed to have an inexplicable affinity for this name.

"Muzemin ......"

When night fell, the neon lights of the city shimmered dazzlingly, like a sea of stars falling into the world, and the weak little boy curled up on the ground, shouting the man's name over and over again.

"Muzemin ......"

In vain, a black shadow came to his face, a car stopped steadily beside Jiang Ze, a young man walked down, Jiang Ze on the ground raised his eyes with difficulty, and in the blur, he seemed to see the other party's face clearly.

"Well, I've finally found you...... Tsk, it's so bad! Don't die...... Go and open a noodle restaurant so that you can still support yourself. ”

Subsequently, Jiang Ze lost consciousness.