That break was the biggest turning point in his life, but I know he doesn't regret it. He never does what he regrets, what he does is what he does, and what he scatters is what he scatters. For him, it's like watching a play, getting together, applauding, the play is over, the people are scattered, and a qiē just becomes a memory, there is no need to deliberately pursue it, and there is no need not to regret watching this play.

Sometimes I wonder if he is the legendary "Heavenly Brake Lone Star" in the Dragon Kingdom? He always looks at his friends around him, and everyone who cares about him leaves one by one. By the time he really understood why he wanted to live and what it meant to be alive, he had lost too much, too much.

He is a very strange person, who always likes to put himself in solitude, rejects friendship, rejects love, rejects the care that everyone who cares about him gives him. His face was cold, but I knew that his heart was hot. He likes to put the phrase "to live" on his lips, whether it is to himself or to others. But, time and time again, he put himself in danger for the sake of those who cared for him. As long as the people around him are in need, he will be the first to stand up, but he will never let you know what he has done for you. He is such a strange and contradictory person, who rejects all care and pays silently.

In my memory, his face was always very flat, without any expression, without joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, as if these human instincts and feelings were far away from him.

But I know that his heart is very lonely.

That one contact. I seemed to read a trace of memory in his eyes, yes, a memory. He was reminiscing about the past, reminiscing about the bits and pieces.

He has many names, Chu Yuan, 11. Ice Killer also has a name that is only known to a few people, and that is his real name, given by his biological parents, but he never uses that name. To others, he is Chu Yuan. And in his recollections, he was only called 11. For employers and enemies, he is a cold-blooded and ruthless ice killer. But the whole world knows that he is also the number one killer in the world. Not the West first, not the East first, but the world's first.

Become the world's number one killer and become a shaven that everyone respects and fears. He gave too much and lost too much.

He is like a creature in the dark, forever hiding in a dark corner, quietly waiting for the "dawn" that belongs to him.

一qiē. It all stemmed from that rupture.

A Break of Darkness.

From: "The World's No. 1 Killer in My Memory" by Ruan Qingyu

When the Yuehai arrived at the Dragon Country Pier, Huang Li was really startled, the door of the secret room was opened, and 11 and his travel bag were no longer inside. Huang Lidong quietly searched for the traces of 11 in all his henchmen, but the result was disappointing, 11 disappeared into thin air on the freighter as if it were steamed.

Because 11 is secretly transported. In addition, the people on this ship were mixed, so only Huang Li and a few of his henchmen knew that they were smuggled back to the country for 11. It is precisely because of this that they cannot conduct a large-scale search, and in the absence of a presence, Huang Li can only call Zhang Zhiguo to inform him, and as for Zhang Zhiguo's decision, he does not know. But he knew that the Dragon Kingdom would definitely continue to look for 11, talents like 11. Even if you can't ambush yourself, you can't hand it over to the enemy. This is the usual method used by the political family.

By this time, 11 had climbed ashore on another beach away from the pier. The lonely figure, carrying a black travel bag, was wet and dripping water all over his body, stepping on a series of lonely footprints on the beach step by step.

This beach is very dirty and messy, full of garbage and shells washed up by the sea, no one comes to clean it, and of course no one comes here to play, so 11 will choose to go ashore here. He hid in a corner that was not easily noticed, put his duffel bag aside, and sat quietly with his hands on his knees. Let the sea breeze blow through his soaked body, as if he was a lifeless wood sculpture, he just squatted on the mud and sand.

After about four hours, it was getting dark, and 11 looked at his clothes. The clothes were already a little dry, and the heads of those who had been immersed in the sea were condensed after being dried by the sea breeze, and they looked like they had not washed their hair for a long time. 11 Carrying a travel bag came out of the corner, the road was full of traffic and people, and he was like a wandering beggar, dressed in shabby clothes, carrying a travel bag with many scratches, his head piece by piece as if he had not been washed for a long time, and his head was lowered and passed through the crowd. Like a prodigal son who has no roots and has no roots. Fortunately, the clothes on 11's body have been slightly dry, otherwise the addition of a wet outfit would definitely attract a large group of onlookers as if they had just been fished out of the water.

11 had nothing but two guns, a few grenades, a cell phone soaked in seawater, and a bunch of potions from Dr. Mad Man, and certainly no money for a taxi. If you want to steal a car, there are still too many people. So 11 and so on waited until the dead of night, until all the pedestrians in the streets fell asleep.

I heard the sound of a guitar in my ears, and it was someone playing and singing a guitar on the side of the road. Sad, desolate, and for some reason, 11 was immediately drawn to its beautiful, bleak tone when he heard the guitar. He turned his head to see that a young girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old, a little beautiful, dressed in simple clothes, and a pair of white jeans underneath, was leaning against the wall by the side of the road, bowing her head and playing the old-looking acoustic guitar in her hand. At her heels sat a hat with a few coins scattered inside.

11 Walked up to her, stopped and listened quietly, the girl glanced up at him slightly, threw a smile and continued to bow her head, and play the guitar. She spoke softly, and her melodious singing voice echoed with the sound of the guitar. Maybe she plays and sings very well, or maybe the girl's voice is sweeter, attracting more and more onlookers. After singing a song. The audience applauded, and many even threw coins or bills into their hats.

The girl played and sang song after song, and the audience who stopped changed wave after wave, but there was only one person, who never stood still, and did not want to lose money in his hat. He just stood quietly. Listen quietly.

After an hour of playing and singing, the girl finally stopped, she set her guitar first, crouched down and picked up the coins in her hat one by one, and put them all in her pocket. Then she stood up and nodded to 11 with a smile. With a hat in one hand and a guitar in the other, he slowly walked towards the sea of people.

11 also turned and walked in a different direction than she was. Suddenly, there was a coquettish cry behind him, and the acoustic guitar fell to the ground. There was a dull sound.

11 Slowly turning his head, he saw that the girl who was playing the guitar had been pushed to the ground, and in front of her stood three people with dyed hair and tattoos on their arms. It should be a gangster young man.

One of the thugs squatted down and reached out to pinch the girl's chin, but the girl crawled back in fright, and then turned to the passers-by for help, but no one stopped to help her. Even the people who stopped to watch the excitement immediately turned their heads to the side when they saw the girl's eyes on them. Then as if he didn't know anything, he turned and left.

"Don't look at it. The thug reached out and grabbed the girl's chin and straightened her head, and the girl lifted her head and escaped with her chin and looked at the thug with a frightened expression.

The thug's gaze looked down her neck, from the snow-white neck to the tall twin peaks, and then to the slender legs set off by the skinny jeans, before moving all the way back to her face. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he said with a different meaning: "Do you know who is covering it here?"

The girl looked at him with some panicked eyes. But he still endured a word of no and shook his head gently.

The smile on the gangster's face became even stronger, and he said, "Do you know that you have to pay protection money to make money on this street?"

The girl still shook her head.

The thug stretched out a hand, rubbed his thumb, index finger, and middle finger together and said, "Know how?"

The girl clutched her hands in her pockets and looked at him with an unwilling expression.

The thug stood up with a sneer and said, "It's okay, rat and pheasant, take her away and teach her what to do." ”

The other two young men behind the thugs leaned over with a strange smile on their faces

The girl looked at the three thugs with a frightened expression, and her body couldn't stop crawling back, but the two thugs, one dyed green and the other dyed gold, still got closer and closer. She could almost already foresee her outcome.

Suddenly, the girl's back hit something, like a pair of legs. She lifted her head slightly, and the sight was a very delicate face, but his head was congealed into pieces, as if it were dirty. But his eyes were clear, he couldn't see any variegation, and he was calm, like a pool of calm lake without ripples. He was looking down at her, but he couldn't see his thoughts in his eyes.

By the way, it's him. Just now, this person had been standing by and listening to her play and sing, but he had not lost a single coin. She didn't mind if he didn't give money, and he should look like a fallen person, such a person usually has no money. So she also nodded to him politely to thank him, because he was the only one who heard from the beginning to the end, and she was a little moved, after all, it was difficult to find a soulmate. Unexpectedly, when she was killed, he still stood behind her and did not leave, the girl didn't know what to do, on the one hand, she hoped that this person could come forward to help her, and on the other hand, she was worried that she would implicate the innocent him.

The three thugs also noticed 11, and the green-haired man, known as the pheasant, tilted his head, raised his chin towards 11, and said, "Beggar, get away." ”

11's gaze moved from the girl's face to the pheasant's body, and he did not move, but looked at him quietly.

The golden retriever next to him sneered, "It seems to be a deaf person." ”

The pheasant took two steps forward and walked up to 11, and the two looked at each other. Suddenly, he slapped 11's side face with his palm, and at the same time said, "Lao Tzu will cure him for deafness." ”

"Ahh

"Ahh

11 He raised his hand lightly to block the pheasant's arm, but the pheasant felt as if he had struck his wrist against an iron bar, as if the wrist bone was about to be broken, and the pain was so great that he almost burst into tears.

The pheasant crouched down in pain with his left hand on his right wrist, and 11 slapped his left hand on the back of his neck, and then strode towards the mouse. The rat didn't know what was going on, but it was clear from the pheasant's expression and movements that the scruffy-looking young man was not to be messed with, and he punched 11 in the face as he approached. 11 turned his head slightly to avoid it, and with a twist of his feet had gone around the back of the mouse, and at the same time the thumb of his right hand tapped on the mouse's lower back, and the mouse suddenly staggered a few steps forward, and when he turned around, 11 was already in front of the last thug.

Before the thug could understand it, 11 had already punched his lower abdomen in the perineum, 11's fist was too fast, no one could see his punch, the middle joint of the middle finger was slightly protruding outward, and compared to the flat fist surface, the middle finger was like a slightly raised slope. This is a technique taught by the "devil", point and face attacks, fists are faces, but the strength of this side is concentrated on one point, and the damage caused is far greater than the damage of a punch.

11 immediately stepped back after punching, and the thug clasped his hands tightly on the lower part of his lower abdomen, his face was pale, and he suddenly couldn't help but spit out a foul smell with a "wow" from his mouth.

11 lifted the travel bag that had been carrying behind his back, glanced at the girl lightly, turned around and left slowly.

Seeing that 11 was leaving, the girl hurriedly got up, grabbed her guitar and hat and chased 11 away.

The only thing left was two thugs squatting on the ground with a painful face, a golden retriever rat who didn't know what was going on, and a crowd of onlookers.

Unbeknownst to these people, the pheasant will die mysteriously around tomorrow morning, the rat will have a stroke in a few days, and will be half-paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and the other thug will be the last eunuch of the Dragon Kingdom from this moment on.

"Hey, wait for me. The girl caught up with 11, looked at his indifferent face, didn't know what to say for a while, and finally said, "Thank you." ”

11 glanced at her, did not speak, and continued to walk forward with his duffel bag on his back.

"I ...... My name is Ruan Qingyu, what's your name?"

"Chu Yuan. 11's tone was as cold as his expression.

As soon as he spoke, Ruan Qingyu seemed very happy and began to introduce himself to him: "I am a student in the literature department of Haiyan University, and I often play the guitar in this area to earn some living expenses. Don't look at me as a literature department, I actually like music very much......"

11 Walking in front without saying a word, Ruan Qingyu followed him and talked. One carried a worn-out travel bag, the other carried a worn-out guitar, and two equally moored figures squeezed into the sea of people