As soon as I came out of the bar, I went to the hospital to replace Brother Monkey. By the time he got there, the iron had already slept. I sat in front of his hospital bed exhausted, and it was a fulfilling day.

I remembered Mr. Yu's proposal again, at least for the moment it seemed to me to be more reasonable. Everything in the bar is done by Mr. Fish, I don't know what exactly he is going to do, and I don't bother to worry about it. When life and death are not big deals, they don't matter much.

I took out the brown paper bag that Brother Monkey had given me in the morning, and there was one last target in it. It's a real hassle to save up and work together, and I swear I'll never eat at my target's house again.

The last unlucky guy is a social commentator. I don't have any idea what kind of profession this is. Literally, perhaps commenting on society, to demonstrate people's freedom of speech.

In fact, what the city is really like, I think everyone has his thoughts in their hearts. What you can't say is in your heart, and there are very few things you can say. What is there to say, and who is qualified to comment on everything that has happened.

I'd love to hear what he had to say. Evil thoughts have taken root in the hearts of people, good people are constantly bewitched, and evil people are becoming more and more popular. Every profession is in the service of society as a whole, and no thought is allowed to upset the so-called balance.

A lot of things exist because they are needed, and we are in the profession, and so are the so-called social commentators. Preaching stability and rendering beauty may be their meaning.

It's kind of like religion, giving people hope or illusion to survive. People always seem to be like this, and it's easy to believe in the reality of these beings when you come into contact with everything you haven't touched. Thus vetoing everything you have been exposed to before. If the present is real, the contrasting past is like an illusion.

I don't know what the client wanted to kill him for, but I guess he might have broken some kind of rule. It's like an abandoned piece in a chess game, you don't see any mistakes in the chess pieces, but you have to give it up for the sake of the overall situation. No one cares what a pawn thinks, people only care if he is obedient or not.

The night is always very long, and Brother Monkey came early the next morning. I ate breakfast and said to him, "It's been really hard for you these days, and I can't take care of it at home." ”

Brother Monkey smiled: "I don't have to make money to support my family, there's nothing at home." ”

"After all, the child is still young, don't give me any more orders in the near future after I finish this order today, and you can rest and rest."

Brother Monkey nodded, I didn't speak again, and went out after breakfast. The target's home is in a very ordinary community, so ordinary that there is no security guard. Thinking about the price offered by the client, I thought that I would live in an upscale community.

There was no elevator, and I climbed to the sixth floor in one go. I was thinking of making up some excuse to enter the house, but when I got to the door, I found it open. I gently opened the door, there was no sound this year, it must be to go out to buy breakfast.

I crept into the house and sniffled, it smelled of alcohol. I looked around the room, and the rest of the room was tidy, except for a man lying on his stomach at the table, with bottles scattered around it. That's where the smell of wine comes from.

I walked around and found no one else in the house, so I went to the door again and closed it. Lying on the table was exactly what I was aiming for. Step by step, I approached him. Suddenly, the bottle he was holding in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and there was a loud crack in the room.

I stood two meters away from him, and he rubbed his head and straightened up, and he also noticed that there was an extra me in the room. I looked at his face, a man in his forties, very thin, wearing a shirt with buttons on the cuffs. I guess he must be a person who pays great attention to image on weekdays. It's just that the hangover makes him look like a mess at the moment.

I thought he would ask me out loud when he saw me, but he didn't. just picked up a water cup from the dining table, took two sips of water, sighed, and leaned back on the chair.

I didn't speak, and he didn't move. When I thought he was asleep again, he spoke: "You're here to kill me?" ”

For such a direct question, I was a little uncomfortable for a while, so I gently replied: "Hmm." ”

"Sure enough, I knew they were all liars. I'm a liar too, but why should they let me die when they're all alive? He suddenly became agitated, and his voice grew louder and louder.

"Sir, you have your unwillingness, I have my job, I am a very conscientious person." I said calmly.

"Those who are conscientious and conscientious, nothing good will end. I thought I was doing my duty, and I was proud of my profession, and then what happened, and then people told you that everything you did was a fart, what people call a clown. I always think that I have a big responsibility, but in fact it is like a joke. ”

Listening to the man in front of me complaining almost roaring, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Someone hired me to kill him, what is the point of his anger? But maybe it could be an interesting story for me. So I'm not going to interrupt him, anyway, it's still early, so it's better to let him talk.