When I got up the next day and went downstairs in my slippers to buy breakfast, the front page of the newsstand was full of headlines, saying that the university professor had been shot in the head with his beloved disciple. Attached are three photographs of two deceased people with mosaic heads, as well as a beautiful goblet on the rooftop.

This is Mr. Fish's style, with a headshot and then a wine glass left at the sniper point. It's a nuisance. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if one day he forgot to bring a cup when he went out to do something, and did he have to go back to get it? Mr. Yu said that he never forgot. But I'm a little worried. I've also asked him why he was called Mr. Fish, not Mr. Cat or Mr. Bird. He said to me with his usual expression of course: Fish only have seven seconds of memory.

"Then why don't you put a fish in your glass, wouldn't that be more stylish? I asked a little unwillingly.

"That's too troublesome, and, too stupid," he said, with a sarcastic look on his face.

I swore I'd never talk to him about him again, as if I would look stupid if I asked, it would be so boring. A human being who doesn't understand humor has nothing to do with his life except drinking.

My acquaintance with him was his first order, and the target was his unlucky master, and what was even more unfortunate was that I collided with this Mr. Fish in this way. The odds aren't really great, but it seems like you're more sure of success. Rich people always seem to be careful, and I am his second insurance.

Most of the things in this world are like a play, people think of themselves as directors, but in fact, who is not an actor who is arbitrarily arranged by fate.

Mr. Yu's master was a veteran, and he seemed to have a premonition that his good luck would run out, so for the first few days when I was ready to start, he would close the curtains all day at home, and not even turn on the lights at night.

As a killer who always kills people in the sniper scope, he is more afraid than anyone else to appear in the sniper scope. I wandered around his house for a few days, and he was indeed much richer than we would have enjoyed life, with a large open-air pool in a small three-story bungalow with a small garden.

I don't like this way of sneaking in and killing people very much, it's very troublesome and difficult, especially when facing such a peer again, it's sad to be killed back. I've noticed that a young man spends three hours in the house every day, and I guess this is the hardest time to take out the target, because it's two people to deal with, but it's also the time when the target lets his guard down the most.

I sniffled, it would take a similar plan, and the safest way to go. The young man usually shows up at the door of this house at nine o'clock in the morning, opens the door with the key, locks it carefully, and knocks on the door, and will come out of the room and leave at about eleven o'clock, in order to be safe, I chose the time when the young man came out, and I waited at the door, and borrowed a post office delivery car for myself, electric, very lightweight, as a prop in my opinion is also formal.

At 11:50 a.m., as the young man pushed open the door, I knocked on the big iron door and asked in a loud voice, "May I ask if this is here, XX Road, XX No., here's your package." ”

The young man walked out, but the target didn't follow, but the door was ajar and didn't even show his head, which was really careful. The young man walked up to me, and I suddenly felt that there was something strange about the young man's expression, and for a moment I thought that this time I might have to go back in vain.

Just thinking that the young man came to the gate, I looked at him, he just glanced at me, and whispered, "Who are you, there is no way that a letter will be delivered here," my heart tightened, could it be recognized, I was about to open my mouth to explain, only to see the young man take the letter with a smile again, suddenly sighed, and then turned back to the direction of the house and shouted, "Master".

My heart is tight, I am still a master and apprentice, what does this mean, don't you want to let me go? A response came from the room, "What's wrong?" "It's a strange letter, with an eye drawn on it. ”

I suddenly looked at the young man in confusion, there were no eyes on the envelope, and then I guessed that his master must have had a great wish, and this kind of thing can easily turn into poison.

"What?" the people in the room seemed surprised, and then the door opened with a whirl, and a man of about fifty walked briskly towards the door, and seemed to be eager to grab the envelope, and at the other side of the room was naturally nothing.

He looked up suspiciously, but he was greeted by the dagger I poked in through the iron fence on the door, his pupils immediately contracted, and he tried to retreat, and suddenly the young man next to him covered his mouth with his left hand, and pushed forward with his right hand, poof, and the target's throat met the dagger straight up.

The target's eyes widened, it turned out that a person in the last moment of his life in the eyes of the back revealed so many emotions, doubts, frightened, unwilling, despair, blood splashed my face, I was a little surprised, for a while I didn't come back to my senses, the young man let go of his hand, shook off the blood on his hand, smiled at me and said: "I didn't expect it to be so easy, heh, is this yours or mine?"

I also took back the dagger and wiped my face, "Damn, it's really unlucky, if it's a companion, it's yours to dispose of the corpse." ”

"Yes, wait for me at the bar in the alley opposite, and I'll see you in half an hour. I'll give him a ride," he didn't look up at the target on the ground who rolled his eyes.

I Nunu mouthed, "This car will be given to you too, this is a loss", I turned around and lit a cigarette, a fishy smell, I walked quickly to the public toilet on the side of the road, fortunately there are not many people in this place, I turned on the faucet to wash the blood on my face and hands, what is the situation, I took a deep breath, after all, curiosity still overcame me, I decided to go to that bar and wait for him.

As promised, he showed up when the waiter reminded me for the third time that smoking is not allowed here, and he even took the time to change his clothes. "Sorry, I'm late," he said to me as he leaned over and smiled.

"I don't have a concept of time anyway. I tapped my fingers on the table. "The jackpot is for you, but I want to hear the story. ”

"What a curious person. Article 2 of the guidelines. He smiled. And he asked the waiter for a bottle of red wine.

"I have to ask you for this meal, I haven't lived the life of a rich man, I'm only interested in your story, don't talk about the rules. I didn't see him fiddling with the lighter and said.

"He is my master and my first order. In fact, I wasn't a killer when I took the order, maybe the employer waited too long to find you again. Fortunately, the employer was kind, and he didn't think that I was cheating him out of his money and letting you kill me together. I have gained a lot from this order, and I have invited this meal. He seemed really happy with a smile. In a few words, he stopped and didn't intend to continue. Playfully looking at me through the glass.

"That's it?" I scratched.

"Or else?" he still laughed.

"Are you really happy, or is there something sick?" I was a little helpless.

"If nothing else, let's just say that the old man left an L115A3 sniper rifle, made in country Y, with a maximum range of 2475 meters, but it is a good guy who can't be bought with money. You say I'm not happy. The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously as he spoke.

"You're not too unlucky, and you're not afraid that I'll regret it. I leaned back on the couch and crossed my legs.

"But I invited you to drink. He put down his glass and stared at me.

"Haha. "I can't say how I felt happy all of a sudden. When he saw me laughing, he laughed with me. My rules have always been based on mood, just like I like to be free and uninhibited.

The overly cheerful rhythm always makes it easy to ignore the most important notes, such as his story, such as why the eyes that are not on the envelope can so easily make a cautious veteran lose even the most basic vigilance, how can the obvious killer business be delivered by an ordinary mailman.

I didn't receive the package or the balance until the night, so I started lying in bed, imagining that my wishes would be desperate.