Chaoyang District, Beicheng, Ocean International Block A.

Eleven p.m., Starbucks Coffee Shop. The café closes later than most of the shops in the neighborhood, so it's no surprise that it's a gathering place for city night owls, with groups of young men and women sitting in the shop and whispering over coffee.

At the moment, the atmosphere in the store is ambiguous, and the stereo hanging on the wall echoes with low soft music. A thick layer of tempered glass isolates the cosy passengers from the late night in Beijing, and the Chaoyang Road not far away is bustling with pedestrians and pedestrians.

Mu Yao sat near the window, staring at the neon lights outside in a daze, and after a long time, she came back to her senses and rubbed her palms, the coffee in front of her was steaming.

I don't know why the shopkeeper turned on the air conditioner in the store so much, and the cold wind poured into her collar one after another, Mu Yao shrunk her neck and took another sip of coffee.

In fact, she has never liked coffee very much, it is always too bitter, and it is easy to lose sleep after drinking, so she often adds a lot of sugar to it and drinks it as milk tea.

Looking down at her watch, she was ready to go home in a few more moments. Glancing to the side subconsciously, the boy was still sitting upright like a log, like an old monk who was about to die on the spot.

What, is this guy a stone? Or is he out of love? Mu Yao thought to herself, there are not many people who still come to the coffee shop alone to sit idle these days, and most of them are rolling the quilt at home with their mobile phones. Unless you're a melancholy wandering poet, but people don't like poets these days.

In her spare time, she always secretly observed the boy who was sitting in the corner, who looked about the same age as herself, with a cold expression, and even the aura around him was cold, exuding a sense of rejection that was unwilling to be approached.

She is not born with a good impression of this kind of people, and always feels that they look indifferent to the whole world, as if everyone owes them money, in short, they have no contribution to society, and everything is self-centered.

What's so good about this kind of person, the word boring is written on her whole face, and she doesn't even look at it when she usually changes, but the boy in front of her gives her an unusual feeling, as if that kind of cold arrogance is innate, and a deep ...... oozes from the inside out Lonely.

Hey, why do you always put on a look of lovelessness? Mu Yao couldn't figure out what these people were thinking in their hearts, incomprehensibly closed themselves. But if she could, she didn't want to be alone with her coffee and add sugar to it.

She noticed that the boy, like her, was only willing to shrink in an inconspicuous corner, always like to stare out the window in a daze, the flowing pedestrians, the tide of cars shuttling back and forth, intertwined into neon and reflected in his eyes.

…… The casual dark sweatshirt faintly sets off his thin figure, wears a weirdly shaped metal ring on his slender middle finger, and a very inconspicuous Bluetooth headset is stuffed in his left ear. The forehead hair slightly obscured the boy's eyes, and his gaze was lowered, and no one knew what he was looking at.

Mu Yao didn't realize that she had played the role of observer, she just looked at the boy in the corner from afar, and the invisible barrier peeled them apart. In a sense, the observer and the observed are in the same situation, they are imprisoned in the silos of the self, looking at each other as if they were looking at a mirror.

But even so, she was still reluctant to get close to the boy, inexplicably exuding an aura that made her unbearable. Mu Yao even felt a sense of crisis from it, and that feeling came from nowhere, as if the boy had been with her since he appeared in front of her.

At last she glanced at the time again, the hour hand pointed to twelve, and she sat stupidly for another hour.

Mu Yao drank all the coffee in the cup in one gulp and got up to leave, she glanced at the boy in the corner for the last time, and sighed silently.

When the girl pushed the door and left, Ling Chenxuan adjusted the headset in her ear slightly, "The target has left." ”

"Received, according to the map nearby, there is a commercial building to the north, and the target may have to cross Chaoyang Road and wipe it out before she reaches the intersection. A refreshing male voice came from the headset, and Ling Chenxuan, as his exclusive dispatcher, deserved the most accurate guidance.

Ling Chenxuan acted silently, he put on the hood of his sweatshirt, lowered his head and silently pushed the door and left.

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There is a far from spacious intersection between Sino-Ocean International Tower A and the business building area, and there is not much pedestrian flow here at night, although there is a large shopping mall across the road, but at the moment few people on the street are willing to go out for a walk.

Mu Yao glanced at the traffic passing back and forth on the road, and prepared to go around along a small road. There was a soft warm breeze blowing on the streets of Beicheng, and sure enough, as soon as you left the coffee shop, your body was warm.

She put on her headphones and walked slowly along the street with her hands in her pockets, her long hair fluttering slowly in the wind. There was a quiet ramp nearby, and she had to stay there alone almost every night, and there was always a strange beauty at night. Because it is a downhill section, you can see most of the Chaoyang District as you go straight down the streets and alleys on both sides, and the lights in your eyes are beating like a sea of stars.

Like most young people, Mu Yao didn't like to go home too early, and she gazed happily at the world in front of her, where several commercial buildings in the distance looked like rectangular squares woven out of light. On the intertwined viaduct, cars flowed endlessly, and the overwhelming lights and shadows poured towards her like a tide of neon.

It's a really subtle feeling, and it makes you want to embrace the world with all your might.

Mu Yao listened to the song and walked aimlessly, she shook her head slightly, thinking about how she should live in the future.

Today is the third day of her dismissal.

As she walked, she suddenly stopped walking, staring blankly at the horizon in the distance, hazy and hard, blurring into a blurry halo.

Like a soft place in the heart that was suddenly struck, this city mostly looked at people with coldness, and looked at all the young people who came from afar with indifference, it was dressed in a dazzling glow coat, but it rarely showed a gentle side.

The city in front of her was shrouded in cold colors, but she didn't feel cold, she just felt a little lonely, all these years she had been looking forward to Prince Charming falling from the sky against the light, but until now she is still sad alone......

Alas, life has to go on...... Mu Yao comforted herself in her heart, silently took out her mobile phone and prepared to cut the song. At the moment when she paused, she suddenly heard the sound of other people's footsteps behind her, and subconsciously looked back, a young man in a dark sweatshirt and a hood was walking towards her with a low foot.

At that moment, she almost froze in place, until she made eye contact with the boy, and she saw him slowly raise his eyes, dark as ink, and his pupils were slightly dim.

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Ling Chenxuan didn't seem to expect the other party to suddenly turn around, his movements paused briefly for a moment, his body tense as if he was preparing to draw a knife, but he didn't actually have a knife, not even a decent weapon.

Mu Yao blinked, her brain went blank for a moment at that moment, and the boy walked towards her, with a low wind in his steps. She suddenly felt a hint of fear, a fear that came from her heart and made her feel weak.

Ling Chenxuan's whole body exuded a cold aura, light as water, but with an unshakable majesty, as if a small mountain was slowly pushed in front of her, making it too late to resist.

Yang blood poured out of Ling Chenxuan's body like a cracked iceberg, and he suddenly ran at an extremely fast speed, his body turning into a sharp blade and unsheathed like lightning.

Mu Yao was completely stunned by that Senluo-like aura, and when the thought of running just came to her mind, Ling Chenxuan had already come to her, covering her mouth with his backhand, and holding her in his arms tightly, while his other hand slashed through her throat like a knife.

Mu Yao had always wondered why he was wearing such a strange metal ring on his finger, without decoration or beauty. But it's actually a special finger knife that pops out a small sharp knife when necessary, making it easy to carry and instantly incapacitating when used properly.

Mu Yao's terrible whimper came from between her fingers, she grabbed Ling Chenxuan's arm tightly with both hands, but the strength of her whole body passed silently.

“…… Why did you kill me?" she asked softly.

She found that she didn't even have the strength to resist at all, and all the weight of her body was leaning on Ling Chenxuan. At that moment, they were a bit like lovers snuggling up to each other on the street.

Mu Yao suddenly let out a screaming hiss, and the ability forced her body to undergo a mutation, dense and fine purple crystals quickly seeped out of her cheeks, her pupils flashed a hint of blue, and a vertebrae-like crystal broke through her neck.

Her fingers bent strangely, and sharp black thorns spread out from her fingertips, cutting Ling Chenxuan's arm with several blood marks. She seemed to turn into a blue-faced ghost in an instant, her carefully combed long hair spread out, and her hair fluttered in the wind.

But this mutation only lasted for a short time, and the crystals on Mu Yao's face suddenly fell off, her eyes were closed, her face was pale, and the cut wound in her throat was diffusing a pitch-black mist.

Ling Chenxuan was obviously prepared, and before she showed signs of demonization, she directly wiped out the ghost slaying talisman, and the spirit talisman pierced from her back and broke out from her chest, shrouded in a strange golden light, like a holy spear entwined with thorns piercing into the body of a sinner.

After slashing the body of the lost person, the ghost slaying talisman fell faintly, all of this happened in a short period of time, Mu Yao gently leaned on Ling Chenxuan's arms, and had lost signs of life.

Her body was frighteningly light, and her face was frighteningly pale, and the strands of hair that had been scattered in the wind were softly on her cheeks, soft like a white lotus that had been blown off.

She had probably never been so tightly held as she was now, even though the man's purpose was to kill her.

Soon the body of the Lost began to decompose, crumbling and disappearing like foam, and soon turned to ashes. A majestic black mist poured out of it, slowly enveloping Ling Chenxuan.

The evening breeze at the entrance of the ramp blew away the black mist, and the last trace of her presence in this world was gone. Ling Chenxuan took off his hood and overlooked the night view of Chaoyang District.

He picked up his phone on the ground, which was playing Naoto Yamashita's "Ast

al Requiem", he seems to have heard the song, which is a nine-minute piece of pure music, with a quiet and lonely style, as if walking alone through the stars.

"My side shows that the energy source is gone. The instructor spoke suddenly in the headset.

"Well, the target has been erased. Ling Chenxuan said softly.

"Okay, call it a day, you hurry back to school to rest, and I'll put the execution point assigned by this task into your account in a moment. The instructor on the other side couldn't help but yawn.

"I want to ask where Cheng Xinuo is now?" Ling Chenxuan said.

"But she's not under my control, but I guess I'll be able to get to Beicheng tomorrow morning. The instructor said unexpectedly, "Why do you suddenly ask this question?"

"There's a new student coming. Ling Chenxuan put her mobile phone back in its place, he wanted to contact Cheng Xinuo who was in a hurry at the moment, but he didn't have the habit of carrying a mobile phone when performing the task.

"So early—"

Before the instructor could finish speaking, Ling Chenxuan had already taken off his headset, he looked up at the night sky, then withdrew his finger knife and slowly left, with a hazy neon behind him.