Su Yi slowly walked towards the parking place, originally wanted to go to the bar tonight to relax, but now he has completely lost this interest. When he was halfway through, S-0037's crisp voice suddenly sounded in his head: [Ding-Brother Su, you have used up all the points in the first two worlds, is this world going to open the random task mode to accumulate points?] 】

"Random missions......" Su Yi thought about it, he had only opened random missions in the first two worlds, but because the random tasks were triggered immediately, some of them were particularly inexplicable, so in the third world, he chose to turn off the mode of this pit host...... When you think of those days running for random tasks...... Rubbing his eyebrows with a headache, he said slowly, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't have points......

[Ding-Brother Su, the system store has just refreshed a bottle of spirit particle supplements. If you drink it, you might be able to regain your memory. 】

Su Yi's heart moved, and he stopped: "Open!" ”

The boy's crisp voice turned into a mechanical metallic sound: [Ding - Random mission mode is on.] 】

[Ding - Random task touching.] Ask the host to look for a stray cat with black fur in the dark alley next to the bar behind him, and send it to the stray animal shelter. 】

Su Yi thought expressionlessly: Fortunately, I didn't bring it back to raise it.

*

It's a quaint old house.

The courtyard is paved with bluestone bricks, the years go by, the wind and rain blow, the cracks of the bluestone bricks are full of moss, and occasionally there are two green and tender weeds, which stand out from the moss and are vibrant, but most of them can't survive the cold winter of the moon.

Unlike him, his junior brother was already seven years old when he was brought back. He didn't remember that day very clearly, only that it was about spring, maybe autumn, and on a lukewarm day, white wildflowers bloomed in a long corner, and a tall man stepped in through the bronze door that was not often opened, and the man was holding a little boy who was a head shorter than him.

Black eyes, pursed lips, a wary and stubborn look. The man sued him and his senior brother: This person is their junior brother, named Bai Yu.

He had been staying with his brother who always had strange ideas, and suddenly he was very happy to see a peer who was about his age. He ran over and took the boy's hand and gave him his toy gun to play with, but the boy couldn't play with guns, so he took the gun back to the teacher and showed it to him. But as soon as the gun arrived, the little boy standing in front of him suddenly disappeared. He looked around in a hurry, but he was horrified and helpless to see that not only the boy, but also the master, the senior brother, the stone table in the middle of the courtyard, the white wildflowers in the corner of the courtyard, and even the moss growing in the cracks of the stone, all turned into sand in an instant, and dissipated without a trace.

He stood alone in the endless darkness with the toy gun in his hands. I can't see anyone, I can't shout.

I don't know how long time has passed, maybe a long, long life, maybe very short, not more than a moment, as if he sensed something in the dark, he suddenly turned around, the muzzle of the toy gun in his hand was raised, and there was a teenager who had grown up at some point.

The boy was wearing a black trench coat, the hem of which hung down under his knees very sharply, and one corner of his coat was dripping blood "pop, pop". His hands hung limply at his sides, and blood snaked down his fingers, dripping down the endless space.

But even though he was covered in blood, the young man was watching him smile slowly, and his pale lips opened and closed slightly: "Senior brother-" His dark and clear eyes were full of shallow joy. The joy made his chest sore and swollen.

He froze and tried to throw away the gun to hold him. But at this moment, a pair of cold hands climbed on his shoulders, and the man's familiar low voice sounded in his ears: "Kill him-"

He froze in place: "...... Master?! ”

"A qualified killer can't have feelings, there are too many ties between you, only one of the two of you can survive today," the man's vague facial features were hidden in the dark, and his voice seemed to come from the deepest hell underground, "He is soft on the target when he goes on a mission, which is a big taboo, that's why he is so seriously injured, even if you don't kill him, he won't live long." And if you don't kill him, then I'll kill you. ”

The man said, "Have you forgotten what I taught you from childhood?" You are a killer, and you can only be a killer, in this life you can only live alone, live alone in the dark, this is your fate, you have no choice. ”

He lowered his head stiffly, only to find that the toy gun in his hand had become a real gun at some point, and it had been loaded, as long as his index finger was lightly buckled.

"Bang-"

"Little Elm !!" Yang Yu sat up from the bed abruptly. The pale face of the young man at the end of the dream lingered in front of his eyes, and there were too many emotions left in those wide eyes: shock, disappointment, sadness, sympathy, pity, forgiveness...... There were too many for him to distinguish and dare not distinguish.

That was once his only salvation, and it was also the original sin that haunted him the deepest.

"What's wrong with you? Got a nightmare? Suddenly there was a man's clear voice beside him, and at the same time, a pair of warm hands pressed on his shoulders, and he was blank

The man asked softly, "Who?" A hand reached behind his back and lifted his upper body, followed by a cup being handed to his lips. Yang Yu passively drank a large sip of water according to his movements, the water was a little hot, burning from his throat all the way to his stomach, and he was burned awake.

His eyes slowly focused, Yang Yu looked at the young man sitting on the edge of the bed, there was a moment of silence, and then he said calmly, "It's you." ”

There was no surprise in his eyes at seeing the other party at first glance, nor was there confusion about being in a strange place, just like a person who had lost his emotions, responding to everything that happened to him with the most indifferent and calm reaction.

Su Yi frowned, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his chest. He couldn't tell the difference, but he knew it wasn't a good feeling, it seemed familiar, angry, fearful, ...... Hate......

Suppressing the chaotic feelings that had no clue in his heart, he put down Yang Yu, folded the quilt for him, then put the cup on the head of the bed, and asked with a smile: "Don't you ask why you are here?" ”

Yang Yu reacted a beat slowly before turning his head and began to look at the surrounding environment, the simple black and white decoration style was very similar to the man in front of him. Retracting his gaze, he looked at Su Yi and said flatly, "This is your home?" After speaking, probably because he felt that it was too shameless, he reluctantly added, "Why am I here?" ”

"I found you in the alley next to the bar, you were shot in the shoulder, I didn't dare to send you to a big hospital, so I called a private doctor to come to my house and get the bullet out for you." Su Yi hesitated for a moment, and then took a white tray from the table, on which was quietly placed a miniature sub/bullet, and the bullet was still stained with blood, "This is the bullet taken out of your wound." The Swiss fan/you/gun□□G, also known as the C1ST, can only fire specially developed 2.34 mm caliber rim hair cartridges," he said, taking out a fan / you / gun from his pocket and placing it next to the bullet, "and I inadvertently picked up a □□G the day I picked you up." ”

Yang Yu's eyelids jumped, and he said lightly: "What do you want to say?" ”

Su Yi didn't answer him, but put down the tray, walked to the wardrobe, opened the closet and took out a black coat, "Is this dress yours?" ”

Yang Yu suddenly had a feeling that Su Yi had not lost his memory, and he was so aggressive at that time, just like the way he had always behaved. Finding clues is always nuanced, and what to say is to the point...... In this way, the Su Yi I met in the previous world who regarded him as a good friend and talked and laughed was abnormal.

Such a Su Yi should go all out, and he can only go all out- ignoring the inexplicable faint loss in his heart, Yang Yuqiang cheered up, narrowed his eyes, and pulled the corners of his lips to reveal a plausible smile: "Don't you know?" ”

"Yes, I do know, there is a small hole in the shoulder of this dress, and there are blood stains on the edge of the hole," the smile on the corner of Yang Yu's lips made Su Yi feel a little uncomfortable, as if a transparent wall had been built, blocking him from the outside of the wall, and he couldn't get closer. Frowning, Su Yi approached the bed and sat down, and said lightly, "I didn't know that you were actually from BLACK." You're a killer. ”

Yang Yu's fingers clenched unconsciously under the sheet, and sneered: "You remember?" Then what are you saving me for? ”

"What are you talking about?" Su Yi's eyebrows furrowed even deeper, "Of course I want to save you." ”

Yang Yu was shocked, looked up at him incredulously, Su Yi sighed deeply, slowed down his tone, and said helplessly: "Are your killers so vigilant?" Then why did you leave me with your gun when you were wounded? At that time, it was underground, why did you take this oil bottle with me? Yang Yu looked at him stunned, his mind was in a mess, and he suddenly found that he couldn't say anything. Su Yi smiled at him and said softly: "Actually, I don't remember very well now, I came to this world this time, and I almost forgot about you, even if I thought about it a little when I saw you, but it was only a little ...... I only remember that you have saved me many times, so naturally I will not die for you, even if you are a killer, I will save you. Don't worry, this is my private villa, and I have a lot of guards and bodyguards nearby, so you can rest assured that you can recover from your injuries here. ”

Yang Yu opened his mouth, but he felt that his throat seemed to be blocked by something, swollen and astringent, this feeling was too strange and strong, it was something he had never experienced, but he was not disgusted. Su Yi saw his appearance and laughed in a low voice: "If there is anything to talk about later, you don't have to feel that you owe me, because you are worth it." With that, he put away his cup and left. And Yang Yu just looked at his back as he left, and closed his eyes slowly and astringently.

The love in his chest was so strange, as if it had been backlogged for a lifetime, and it burst out at this moment to break him. Is it because people who are sick are already more fragile than usual? Or is it because it's something he's been longing for for too long?

He never knew that he still had something to desire.

A man walks in the darkness for so long that he has forgotten what the light looks like. The longer you stay in the dark, the more you crave a glimmer of light. No matter how unrealistic this desire is, even if he once forced himself to forget this desire, it is still lurking in his blood, supporting him and going on.

Why do you have to live like a walking corpse?

He finally understood that it was because he was unwilling to sink into fate in the dark.