I returned to the car in the rain and drove home, I called Brother Monkey and told him that tonight, I will not start work, and I will do it again after the typhoon has passed. Brother Monkey asked me what was wrong, I told him that I was in a bad mood for a night's rest, Brother Monkey didn't say anything, he knew that I had always been like this.

Hanging up, I picked up the boxes of packages scattered on the table and took a closer look. Why, exactly, is there this in it. Who exactly mailed the package, and why would he know about each of us. In what way will he find our exact location? So do we still have a secret to them about?

Our existence is still naturally formed, or is it just a pawn in the palm of someone else's hand, and then the suffering we endure is a natural disaster or someone carefully planned. The first time I became very interested in parcels, and then I thought of what the old poor ghost once said, don't try to trace the source of the parcel, people can not be afraid of anything, precisely because they know too little, and those who know too much often die.

But this is really weird, how many killers are there in this city, hundreds, or thousands, although everyone is killing people for different purposes, but after all, the orders are all from this city, so the client is his person, maybe it won't be so simple, he just turned the switch, and the whole system has begun to operate on its own under the control of desire.

So with so many killers, can they control the city? I didn't dare to think about it anymore, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I'm not a conspiracy theorist, it's just that it's all too coincidental to send chills all over the place.

I shook my head to let the thoughts out of my mind for a moment. This matter is complicated, and it is a little unbearable for me who has not thought about it for too long, and I am afraid that my head will explode.

The typhoon is about to pass, and the city will return to temporary quiet. People hide in their homes, hiding from the forces of nature, and trying to influence the lives and deaths of others in various ways. Typhoons are the pinnacle of the clash of air currents, and the carnival of death in this typhoon seems to be an explosion of the dark side of people's hearts. The people who died in this carnival disappeared like this. Perhaps at the moment of death, they did not even have a chance to repent.

People are afraid of death, but they all hope that the person they dislike will die immediately, and then they can live freely and freely. But the killers are not picky eaters, anyone can die, as long as the price is reasonable, there will be no scruples, very casually. Some people call us cleaners, helping people remove everything that is in the way. Once a person dies, a hundred problems become simpler, and the Grim Reaper is very powerful, so I see a lot of dying struggles.

It is true that it takes many reasons to live, but death only needs a string of numbers, and the price is enough for us to never disappoint, how interesting. We try to simplify complex problems as much as possible, just like a typhoon, people can only endure if they can't resist, just like desires, people can't refuse and can only let them grow.

Suddenly, the phone rang, it was Brother Monkey, and I picked up Brother Monkey's voice was very urgent: "That freak is back." I frowned and listened to Brother Monkey continue.

"You know, we know each other more or less as messengers, so it's easy to take orders, but just now, five killers disappeared at just a few o'clock, and the circle of messengers is about to explode. ”

"Why, there's a shadow. I asked him

"I don't have any shadow, it's not me who killed, it's just that my last partner died at his hands, and I'm a little worried about you. It's been such a pleasure to work with you, I don't want to change people again," Brother Monkey said on the other end of the phone.

"If I die, I guess your career as a messenger is coming to an end, and who would dare to partner with you. How can you be sure that it's him, and not blown away by a typhoon. ”

"But come on, I can't think of anyone else who is so nervous except him, how can you not be swept away by a typhoon. "Brother Monkey seems to be a little dissatisfied with my attitude.

"It's not a killer when you get off work, today I'm resting. "I lit a cigarette.

"Hopefully, tonight has just begun, and who knows what it will be. Brother Monkey's tone is still like that.

"Don't so many useless hearts, just sleep peacefully tonight, I don't start work, and I'm not in a hurry to use money recently. I said slowly.

"Well, be careful. ”

Hanging up, I messaged Mr. Yu and Rose to ask. Soon the two people replied, and there were only two words: "Yes." "I threw my phone aside and remembered the freak in Brother Monkey's mouth.