"The Professor"

"He's a good guy," Brother Monkey said lightly, spitting out a smoke ring.

"It doesn't matter, and it doesn't affect the outcome. I chuckled.

"He is very simple, he does everything according to the rules, he is not famous, and he is conscientious. Old-fashioned, rigorous. No tobacco or alcohol, no big belly, and no baldness. He has taught for forty years and has taught countless people.

And this incident was caused precisely because of his most proud disciple, that was when he was 50 years old, most of his life was unsatisfactory, this day he opened the door, a young man knelt in front of his door, this era is not good for this, the professor was startled, hurriedly helped up and said: Young man, there is something to stand up and say.

This seems to be the case in this era, where the young man has excellent grades, but the place for graduate school has been paid off, and the old-fashioned drama has not been enough for many years. The old professor accepted him, the original professor was not famous, and the school was too lazy to take care of it, everything went naturally, and what could two people who were not valued toss about.

In fact, the young man was smart and hardworking, and the professor was very happy and gave him everything. Because of his poor family, the professor took him to his home to eat and live together. Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and the young man's online paper attracted a lot of attention, countless olive branches were thrown at him from all over the world, and experts in the industry recruited him to join him.

The young man didn't forget his roots, but just replied: My teacher can only be a professor. is such a rising star with excellent character and learning, which is recognized by everyone. In this era, stubbornness will always pay some price, and the professor's education has not changed his life very well, and the funds of the master and apprentice are still unable to meet the needs of continuous research topics, after all, the professor is just an ordinary professor, not so much influence, and not enough to be exquisite.

At this time, another well-known professor came to the door, money is always the most tempting thing in the world, and the young man still rejected him, and the reason was still the same. Speaking of which, Brother Monkey smoked another cigarette.

"So this time the employer is another professor?" I threw him a lighter.

"No, it's the lad. Brother Monkey took a deep breath and puffed out his cigarette.

In fact, I have touched the bottom line of the industry, I have never been taboo about who the employer is, he is not worried about me, I have confiscated double money, I just love to listen to stories, too lazy to worry about anything else. I got up, picked up the envelope, lit the cigarette in my left ear, turned around, and waved my hand, "See you later." ”

That's right, I'm a killer, I collect money to do things, I'm not so mysterious, I'm not noble, I don't have faith, I don't have guidelines, I don't give windbreakers, I don't wear sunglasses, I never enjoy the thrill of sniping headshots from high places, I use a knife, I use a fist, I use an iron bar, or even a brick.

It's not that my marksmanship is terrible, it's that guns and bullets are too expensive, I don't have that good luck, and the killer who took me is also poor like mud, and he died in a hurry and didn't have time to send me anything, Mr. Yu was much luckier, and got almost all the belongings of his senior, because it was his first order.

In fact, I haven't saved enough money for a sniper rifle until now. It doesn't matter, the result is the same anyway, who pays attention to the process. There is no style, maybe it is also a style.

It was raining lightly on the street that day, and the raindrops that fell on the smoke would soon evaporate into a yellow dot, and I didn't bother to pay attention to it, anyway, cigarettes were cheap.

I don't particularly like rainy days, not because I need a good line of sight for my job, it's just too much trouble to bring an umbrella. There is no fixed plan, there is no fixed time, I try to be as obtrusive as possible, so as not to torture everyone too much. The streets are crowded and there are no probes, and it is also the only way for the professor to go home from school, and it is a natural place for crime, so he waits for the rabbit.

I got a haircut before I came out, and I took the barber's shaving blade, I still like the traditional person, and I like her laid-back profession, I stand up and look at myself, she gently wipes the seat with a towel, "It's important to keep the mood happy." She didn't look up and said lightly, I wrinkled my nose and sniffed the cuffs, "It's true that the smell of blood is heavier, and I'm gone."

The city always makes me feel busy for some reason, and the red and green lights are constantly flashing to drive the beat of the whole city. The time was almost up, and a black umbrella came over, and the old black leather shoes made a splash, the footsteps were heavy, and the soaked water lines at the trouser legs spread little by little. Old-fashioned briefcase, neatly dressed in an old-fashioned suit, and quite seriously tied a tie.

It was like a slow motion, in fact I snuffed out the cigarette butt, but after two or three steps, I came under his umbrella and said, "Hello, Professor." ”

I waved my left hand, the small blade slashing lightly across his throat, "What a sharp blade," I shook my head and walked behind him.

took the fifth step, just in time, the old professor came back to his senses, his footsteps moved, as if he was going to turn around and call me, and then a blood line between his throat suddenly became obvious, making him swallow hard and want to shout at me, he covered the wound with blood with both hands, and fell down heavily.

The splashing of water, the screams, and the people who gathered quickly were my best cover and the true face of the city. I didn't like the hustle and bustle, so I lit a cigarette and turned away from the people, turning and disappearing into the city's aimless rain curtain.

I always used to draw a small back with a big background, this world has never been a theater for small people, all I can do is try to live.

People are always thinking about how to end up, so they always feel rushed, and I don't have that many worries, because too many worries always make people feel panicked. I think it's more important to dry your clothes at the moment.