The world seems to be like this, and once you get a real slice of it, everything you haven't seen before will follow. Just like I am sitting in a chair at this moment, listening to this old man casually talk about some old things.

He said he started the industry very early, when he was about 15 years old. As for why he became a killer, he didn't say, and naturally I didn't dare to ask. At that time, killers existed in an organized manner. If you want to join, you need to go through rigorous training and selection.

And the selection is extremely cruel, and those who are eliminated will never be able to come back. He also deliberately emphasized here that the definition of not being able to return is not to drive away, but to die.

He didn't know who controlled the organization, and he certainly didn't know who set the rules. Everyone has their own story, and those who can come here probably don't lack the courage to break the boat. However, there is only one life, and everyone cherishes it.

He was joined by seventeen people from different parts of the city. In fact, at that time, they didn't know what they were about to face. Next, they began their rigorous training. I don't know if it's because the training is too intense, or because everyone has their own agendas, they never communicate with each other. Until that day comes.

Originally, the training course that day was hand-to-hand combat, and the location was a container by the sea. When they all arrived, they were collectively sent into a container. Once everyone was inside, the container was closed and locked from the outside.

Then they were told that the selection was based on the person who survived. This means that while you make sure you survive, you have to kill everyone else.

After closing the door, the entire container was plunged into darkness. And when I heard that this was the selection, even the air became solemn. Everyone remained quiet all at once, for fear that others would judge their position and become the first to be unlucky.

But eventually there will be people who can't bear it, and as the first person starts moving, almost all of them start moving. Then the sound of punches and kicks, muffled grunts, and even the sound of bones shattering was clear to the ears. Eventually, the muffled snort turned into screams, and the footsteps in the container became much less.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the darkness: "Tell the number, so that everyone can have a score in their hearts." You can't always spend it like this, can you?" and everyone began to count, and their voices were quite on the number nine.

Everyone knew in their hearts that there were only nine people left in this container. After all, everyone wants to be the one who survives, and everyone seems to have a reason to have to. However, at the moment, it doesn't matter what the reason is, the only thing to do is to survive.

Footsteps sounded in the container again, and after a few screams, everyone stopped again. Next, everyone began to count again, this time stopping at the number six. Those who are still alive seem to be one step closer to the outcome. The smell of blood began to rise in the container.

After another 20 minutes or so, the number stopped at four. It's kind of like a countdown to death, and the rest of us are all gasping for air. There were only four people left, and almost all of them were red-eyed. No one, opportunistically hiding in the corner. Maybe it's a reflection of all the love that has been training together for so long.

As he spoke, the old man's voice suddenly stopped. I had already absorbed the plot, and my palms were sweating when I heard it. I looked up at the old man and saw that he was rolling a cigarette. I handed him my cigarette, and he waved his hand to show that he wasn't used to it. I couldn't push him to continue, so I lit a cigarette and smoked it.

A cigarette was quickly finished, but I found that the old man had no intention of going on. Yes, he boldly asked, "Then what." The old man suddenly smiled bitterly at me: "Isn't it obvious? I can sit in front of you and tell you this story, of course I survived." ”

"What about the others, are they all dead?" I asked again. "I don't know, when the door of the container was opened and I came out, the organization directly threw the container into the sea with a crane. Maybe there will be some alive, but it doesn't matter anymore. And I just started that day and officially became a killer. That's 40 years. After saying this, the old man drank all the liquor in the cup in one gulp.

After a pause of about five minutes, the old man began to slowly say again: "Since then, I have been working for the organization for about 15 years. Until a sudden change occurred, and some people left the organization. And the original organization began to disappear, and no one restrained us anymore, and we began to work for ourselves. For a long time, so long that I even thought I was out of the control of the organization. Until this thing came to me again. With that, he pointed to a package on the head of the bed.

I followed the direction of his finger and looked at the package. It was also the first time I had seen this package, with a strange eye drawn on it. I looked at the old man again with some incomprehension, trying to hear him continue.

"When I was organizing, I received such a box every time I completed a task. The recognition of the completion of your task is also an additional reward. When it came to me again with unmistakable accuracy, I knew the Order was back, and we were still under its control. The old man explained.

I asked, "It's not enough for such a package." The old man shook his head and said, "No one knows where I live, no matter how many places I change, as soon as I start working and complete orders, it will appear at my door, isn't that scary?"

"That's why you say you're still being controlled. What's in the package?" I asked. "It's hard to say what it is, it may be a small wish of yours, or it may be an empty box, it will always know what you think, or he always knows you well. So this scares me, if you don't have anything else to make a living, you can try this business and make a lot of money, and by the way, help me verify one thing. ”

"Even if I don't make a living, I haven't thought about making a living by killing people, and you said that verifying a thing is what it is. "I couldn't laugh or cry.

"I wonder if the organization naturally controls us old people, or if we will be controlled as long as we get involved in this business. If you really want to repay me, this might be a good choice. The old man smirked.