In the pitch-black truck bed, a large basket full of glass beads suddenly shook, and as strings of beads crackled and fell to the ground, a child with a wooden plank on his head stood up from the basket.

The truck waited for a red light at an intersection, and when it started again, the traffic policeman on duty opened his eyes in surprise, and he found that the door of the truck compartment was open, and large baskets were crumbling in the compartment.

He sounded the siren, started the motorcycle, and chased after him.

A small gray figure quickly ran across the street and into an alley. When he came out again, he had already changed into a plain clothes that obviously did not fit, and walked slowly along the road.

The dilapidated courtyard walls have been torn down, and several small buildings are riddled with holes. All kinds of heavy construction equipment are being transported to the outside of the country. The former vibrant vegetable patch is full of construction debris, and only a glimmer of struggling greenery can be seen in those crevices.

On the dusty demolition site, the child stared blankly at the unrecognizable small building, completely ignoring his face, and his body was already covered with a thick layer of sand.

A shrill whistle sounded on the construction site, and the workers who were working on it retreated to the side of the road. A cheerful driver with a cigarette in his mouth drove a demolition truck 'boom' to the dilapidated neighborhood. The workers took off their hats, carried various tools, laughed and talked, and waited patiently.

The long rocker arm of the demolition truck slowly swung up, and the big iron ball falling below also waved, and the driver found the right angle and smashed the iron ball towards the small building.

'Boom!' The two-story building shook a little, and large pieces of broken bricks were scattered, but they did not collapse.

The onlookers began to 'coax', and the driver spat out the cigarette and smashed it with another iron ball.

'Boom!' Xiao Lou couldn't hold on any longer, and with a terrible cracking sound, he fell down completely.

As the building collapsed, the heavy dust quickly rolled up, and the workers who were happily watching just now took refuge.

Only the child remained motionless, watching the dust come to his face intently.

A few minutes later, the dust settled.

Workers returned to work on the construction site in twos and threes. The child wiped the dust off his face, exhaled a long breath, and walked to the tallest tree in the yard.

The child climbed to the first branch of a tree and reached out to pull out a black plastic bag from an abandoned bird's nest.

He slowly slid to the tree enemy, and sat down with his back against the trunk.

Inside the plastic bag was an object wrapped in several layers of newspaper and wrapped around it with yellow tape. The child patiently unwrapped the tape and newspaper, revealing the jet-black revolver.

The child skillfully opened the magazine and poured six rounds and cartridge casings into the palm of his hand. The copper-clad shell is still yellow and clear, cool and smooth. The child threw down the bullets and cartridge casings, carefully stroked the cold barrel of the gun, and pulled the hammer again and again to pull the trigger. The unhindered rotation and the crisp sound of empty guns made him seem satisfied. The boy played with great interest, and he found that the long winter had not made the gun embroidery.

A smile appeared on the child's dirty face.

On the construction site not far away, there was a lot of people and machines, and everyone was seriously destroying this dilapidated community that was once full of people, and no one paid attention to the child, let alone the guy he was holding.

The child looked motionlessly at the ruins and the busy crowd on them, and for a moment he lowered his head and rummaged through the bullets and cartridge casings scattered on the ground, and finally jumped out and stuffed a bullet into the magazine.

He flicked the magazine to spin it, then flicked it back with a 'snap'.

There seemed to be a sudden silence all around, except for the pleasant chirping of birds on the branches overhead. The child sniffed, as if smelling blood in the air.

Home, no more, he calmly raised his right hand and pressed the cold barrel against his temple.

At this time, he did not forget to look up at the blue sky, the strong sunlight made his eyes squint, and several cheerful birds hovered above his head, and he smiled at them with the corners of his mouth, and slowly closed his eyes.

"That's not good, it shouldn't end like this...", the voice paused, as if thinking. "Well, it really shouldn't be like that. ”

The sudden sound startled the child, and in a panic he almost dropped the pistol in his palm, and he seemed to be frightened, and his calves took two steps back unnaturally.

The owner of the voice seemed to see the child's intentions. "I know you, your name is Luo Xinyu. ”

"Who are you, why do you know my name?" Luo Xinyu stared blankly at the person in the black robe in front of him, he was very curious, why did he hide in such an ugly black robe, and there was a very strange mask hanging all over his body, which was covered by shadows, and if he didn't look carefully, it was difficult to even find the mask under the canopy.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but I know you shouldn't be like this..."He stretched out his hand hiding in the black robe and pointed at the revolver in Luo Xinyu's hand.

"I know that you are a smart child, then we should think about things like smart people, you have to think about getting things now is not so simple, but you have to think carefully about how to live in the future, what kind of compensation can be obtained, what do you think of my proposal?"

Luo Xinyu took out his hand from behind him and hung it to his waist. "Why?"

"Why? That's not a question that a smart person should ask. ”

He looked at Luo Xinyu and said expressionlessly. "I know who that person is, and I also know that with your current ability, it is simply an egg to hit a stone, he is blessed with a huge background, and even in your concept, those police who uphold justice have nothing to do with him, even if it is a connection, it is also strength. You are just a poor child who can afford to wear old clothes and torn trousers, and you can't pose the slightest threat to him, and I can give you a chance, can I explain it clearly?"

"Why?"

"Hmm.." He pondered for a moment, looking at this still childish face and seemed to smile a little. "I like you a little, and I can also say that I like the decisiveness of the action you just raised your gun, and the people who sacrifice for the better future are worthy of respect. ”

"What can you give me?"

"Hmm... What that person has, I can give it to you, but... Possible.. Maybe.. In exchange for some price. ”

"At what cost? I don't have any money."

"No, you don't need those material goods, it's possible, it's going to cost your life. ”

His voice was very calm, he was not deliberately domineering, but he pressed people to the ground, he was not deliberately condescending, but he was like an ant looking at the ground from the sky.

All these emotions were accurately conveyed to Luo Xinyu.