At night, the moon in the black canopy dyes the world into a black and white photograph. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Quiet and serene night.

People either fall asleep or hover on the edge of reality and dreams.

A figure, leaping across the open field, streaked past the manor's guards.

In this serene black-and-white photograph, a touch of blood spreads.

In the wooden corridor, a killer in a black suit and armed with a silenced pistol is quietly moving forward.

With each mission, the killer is able to perfectly blend the loss of life with the quiet night.

"Target thirty-seven, confirmed thirty-six, and additionally, the intelligence is incorrect, target number three," the killer scanned the room where the door was opened, "and is not at the target point. ”

The killer, who had just finished reporting his progress, stood quietly in place.

Whew, the killer turned around, the crosshair of the silenced pistol in his hand sank, and a small head was put into it.

A small, long-haired Lori in white pajamas stood in the doorway, winking at the killer, she didn't notice the pistol in the killer's hand at all, maybe she did, but she didn't know what it was.

Little Lori is about the same waist as the killer.

The killer looked at the little Lori in front of him calmly.

Aim, pull the trigger, firing the bullet with the firing pin, the exploding gunpowder is bound by a silencer, and at the end there is only a light sigh. Bullets flew out of the chamber and towards the target.

The goal has been confirmed, and the task has been completed.

Little Lori blinked again, looking at the killer standing in front of her.

The killer stood for a long time, and finally, let go of the arm that had also been raised for a long time.

"Mission, failure."

The killer walks on the moonlit sand.

That little Lori, following behind the killer, bare and small, trotted two steps from time to time.

The moonlight ripped out the killer's shadow and pressed it to the ground. Little Lori gradually shifted her attention and carefully followed the shadow on the ground.

The breeze blew, and little Lori's long hair and white pajamas swayed in the wind.

Finding a large rock, the killer sat on it, took a bunch of small things out of his clothes, threw them aside, and then looked at the sea that melted into the night.

Little Lori tried, but couldn't climb the stone, so she began to circle the stone, chasing a lost firefly, turning in circles, until the seventh circle, she was held by a pair of hands and hugged the stone.

Looking at the killer's side face, little Lori was stunned for a while, reached out and stroked the sand on her little feet, and followed the killer's line of sight, quietly looking at the night sea in the distance.

On the edge of the stone, the firefly lay silently.

Humming an out-of-tune tune intermittently, little Lori finally fell asleep on the killer's body.

The killer looks at the moon in the sky.

There was a slight roar of engines on the sea, and then a high-powered searchlight shone through.

Little Lori, who was leaning on the killer's arm, had just frowned, and was covered by a wide palm in front of her eyes, and fell back into a deep sleep.

The killer looked at the searchlight with a calm expression. On the killer's forehead, a red dot was sitting steadily.

Seven people who were also dressed surrounded them, and the red spot on the killer's forehead was still firmly there.

There was silence.

"The time is not yet up, and you can still complete the mission."

The killer seemed stunned, and after a moment, he shook his head.

"If you fail the mission, then accept the punishment."

The killer nodded.

Bang!

The fireflies on the stone flew in shock.

~~~

A room made of steel, where the killer was leaning against the wall, looking at the moonlight on the ground that slipped in through the window.

A small firefly, wandering outside the glass window, cast a dark swimming shadow on the floor of the room.

The killer sitting in the corner of the wall, his wrists and ankles, were bound by thick chains.

Loneliness, and killing, is one's monotonous life, until ......

Click. Heavy doors were opened.

"I'll give you another chance," beside the man in black, a small white figure was pushed out, and the tears on his face were shining in the reflection of the moonlight.

The killer looked at the little figure in distraction.

"It's sad." The man in black turned and was about to leave.

There was a bang, the sound of iron chains behind him, and a breeze that swept through his body, and the man in black who had just turned around stood still.

Turning his head stiffly, the man in black saw the killer standing in the doorway, the thick iron chain tied to the killer's limbs, crunching and moaning.

The killer pointed to the small figure who was grabbed by the arm.

"Give it to him, the mission fails, she can't stay."

The heavy iron door, after a bang, closed behind little Lori. The little black shadow that wandered in the moonlight disappeared.

The killer leaned against the dark corner, and the little Lori stood in the moonlight with tears on her somewhat purple wrist that had been caught.

Click. At the window next to the iron gate, an iron baffle was lowered, and the man in black wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and turned to leave.

Little Lori stood in the moonlight trembling slightly, looked at the figure sitting in the corner, looked around, and subconsciously walked towards the figure hidden in the dark.

Smack, smack, smack.

Bare's little feet, stepping on the cold steel plate.

Crunch. There was a strange sound from the figure in front of him, and then there was the sound of chains falling with a clatter.

The man in black looked at the screen in front of him and couldn't help but swallow.

The little Lori, who hesitated, saw a pair of hands stretched out from the darkness.

Little Lori walked over and curled up in the arms of the killer who was sitting cross-legged.

The killer stretched out his sleeve and wiped the small wisp of snot hanging from the tip of Lori's nose.

Throw away the top.

Little Lori was wearing thin pajamas, and her trembling body was in the killer's arms, gradually quieting down.

The killer gently held Lori's purple wrist that was caught.

Feeling the warm and itchy feeling of her wrist, little Lori twisted twice in the killer's arms.

The killer lowered his head and looked at the tiny eyes that still had a ray of moonlight.

Little Lori curled up quietly in the killer's arms, looking at the killer's eyes that contained the quiet of the night.

Woohoo. High up in the corner, there was an inaudible sound of jets.

The killer didn't look up, but gently hugged the little Lori into his arms.

The warmth of the arms, and the slightly undulating little body.

He has always been a killer of life, and for the first time, he felt the throbbing beauty of life.

The little Lori in her arms, her eyelids drooped slightly, and the little hand that grabbed the killer's shirt gradually loosened.

The killer lowered his head and completely blocked the little Lori in his arms, in the darkness.

……

Under the rocks by the sea, there were two more soulless bodies.

The moonlight is like water, flowing on the rocks.

A dim glowworm was lying on the edge of a rock.

The breeze blew, and a small bright spot that swayed in the breeze flew to the rocks with difficulty, and crawled towards the dull firefly on the edge of the rocks.

Hiding behind the big firefly, the small firefly emitted a gentle light.

The wind stopped.

On the rocks, there was only a strange firefly.

Flew up, towards the dark sea.

The big dim firefly, holding the small firefly on its back, flew up towards the dark sea.

……

(ENDS)