East Highsiden Street, Chinatown, Vancouver.

In Shunchang Zhai, a Cantonese teahouse, I sat near the window and looked at the street relaxedly. It should be said that Vancouver's Chinatown is still relatively noisy and bustling, but those typical Nanyang-style buildings always seem to me to be a little rustic. Most of the Chinese here have a southern accent, of course, most of them are towards Hokkien and Cantonese, and there is Cantonese opera in the teahouse that I don't understand at all......

I just looked across the street with my teacup......

In my pocket is the picture that the eighth master gave me. The photo shows a middle-aged man, about forty years old. In the photo, he looks quite kind, but unfortunately there is a scar on his head, which completely destroys the artistry of this person. Like many of the people on the road, he wore a finger-thin gold chain around his neck - it was clear that this picture was taken secretly, as he sat in the car with a cigar in his hand and a somewhat arrogant expression.

This man's name sounds like "Sand Snake", and he is a leading figure in the "Roche Clan Association", a well-known organization in Vancouver's Chinatown.

Clan association is a very special term in Chinatown in the Vancouver area - basically here, the so-called clan association is a kind of organization with black sè color, just like the Taoist society in China, which is a product of many historical factors.

There are many clan associations in Chinatown, basically some Chinese community gangs, but this Luo clan association is obviously a very important one here.

I know. This goal that the eighth master gave me. The man whose name sounded like Sand Snake wasn't the main target of his plan to crack down on the local Chinatown gang this time - he wasn't going to give me a very important thing.

But for me, it's not a slip of the question.

The eighth master was very well prepared, he gave me all the information about the sand snake, I studied it for a day, and found that he had a very fixed habit, of course. This is also a common problem of men all over the world - good sè. Sand Snake is not the number one person in the Luo clan association, he can only rank third or fourth at most, because the biggest source of income for the general Chinatown gang: drug trading, is not the responsibility of Sand Snake. He's in charge of some of the basic things in the streets of the neighborhood's Chinatown, such as: sè love industry, and some tea houses and other local land protection fees.

This is also something that makes me very emotional.

In this part of the country, there are Chinese gangsters in Chinatown...... But what is disdainful is that these local traditional gangsters only bully the Chinese, and they are very weak to foreigners, and their power is basically shrunk in Chinatown, unable to extend outward.

Other words. These gangs are also immigrants from the country, but these gangs rely on parasitism on the basis of other ordinary Chinese immigrants to survive.

The sand snake is so good that I got a very important piece of information. He had a very fond lover on this street.

From the seat I'm sitting in, there's a barbershop across the narrow street. This is a place with some indecent decoration, the wide rainbow lights flashing outside and the large advertising posters are very fashionable sè, but there is a bit of rustic atmosphere inside, and some little girls who wash their hair are wearing a set of pink sè T-shirts. Underneath is a pair of denim shorts...... A pair of bare legs that are deliberately exposed, with a somewhat ambiguous feeling...... In particular, the hem of the T-shirt is too long, and it will even cover the shorts, which will make people look a little sè feeling.

This place is a famous place in the neighborhood of Chinatown. Its operator is one of the many mistresses of the sand snake. Now, the sand snake comes here almost every two or three days.

Of course, part of the proceeds from this field also belong to the Luo clan association.

I've been sitting in the tea house across the street all afternoon. The street is not bustling. There weren't many pedestrians coming, and on the narrow streets, I didn't even see a few cars coming in for an afternoon. The little waiter in the teahouse was a very young Chinese boy, and you would even wonder if he was an adult, and since the last hour, he has been looking at me with a suspicious gaze from time to time.

I know I've been getting attention by sitting for too long.

I was wearing a very ordinary coat on the street, light and plain. My hair was trimmed short, and with a very wide pair of toad glasses, black and scenic, obscuring a third of my face, and two flashes of fake mustache that I could put on my lips, I was sure that no one would really know what I looked like unless he approached me and looked at me.

The pot of Tieguanyin in front of him, because he had added water many times, was already very light. I remained patient and looked across the street.

From time to time, there were suspicious men coming in and out of the shampoo center, all of whom wanted to have fun. I smoked cigarette after cigarette, and in the smoke I was like a poisonous snake waiting for its prey......

Finally, at six o'clock in the evening, the goal I had been waiting for came.

A black Ford slowly drove into the street, stopped at the door of the shampoo center, and a driver-like man jumped out of the car first, then opened the back door, and then I saw the sand snake come out of it.

His real person is fatter and stronger than he looks in the photo. However, that face looks faintly with the unique fierce temperament of a person who is mixed in the road, especially the scar on his forehead, which is faintly shiny. The hair is also very short, with only one layer of ballast on it. He was wearing a Tang suit, touched the door of his head casually, and then strode into the shampoo center.

I squinted and watched as the driver stood in the doorway smoking, and then waited about five minutes for me to slowly stand up and carefully snuff out the cigarette.

I slowly pushed the door open and walked down the street, bowed my head, walked to the driver, and then walked past him with a blank face. I noticed that he seemed to look up at me, and there was a hint of scrutiny in his eyes, but he looked away after only one glance.

I pushed the door open and walked inside.

The space inside is obviously not large, only a narrow hallway, and two women with heavy makeup stand behind the counter at the door, but they are both very revealing, both of them are dressed in long-hem T-shirts and shorts, plus low necklines. When she saw me come in, she was greeted immediately, and then seemed to say hello to me in Cantonese, I didn't understand, but I probably understood that she might have asked me if I was looking for my miss, and I just said "OK" in a short way. She led me in, deliberately in front of me, twisting her waist that wasn't slim.

Obviously, the chairs and mirrors used for haircuts outside are decorations, and the private rooms behind the hair washing are the main places. I was taken to a small, darkened room at the back, which had no door, but was separated from it by a lowered curtain. The young lady led me in, and then went out, casually lowering the curtains.

There is only one chaise longue in this small room, which is the kind that allows people to lie down and wash their hair. I waited for a moment, then carefully pulled a toy mask out of my pocket and put it on myself, then took off my coat, turned it inside out and put it on. As soon as I was done with all this, the curtain was lifted outside. A girl wearing a low-cut top and a short skirt walked in.

From the heavy makeup on her face. I couldn't tell her age, she was wearing slippers, and she looked tired, but she beat the god jīng. Her hair was a little curly yellow, and apparently when she came in, she suddenly saw a person standing in front of her wearing a mask, she was a little stunned, and her subconscious reaction was to open her mouth and want to shout. I had gone up and covered her mouth, and with the other hand I had pinched her neck from the side, and with a great force, I pulled her over, strangled her with my elbow, and then raised my hand and cut at the artery in the back of his neck.

The woman snorted and softened.

I sent her away, lifted the chain and walked out.

It was a hallway, and on both sides were many almost identical private rooms, each with curtains hanging at the door, and some of them had some suspicious voices coming from inside.

I walked slowly through the hallway, all the way inside, and then to the end of the hallway, there was a closed door, I pushed it, then took a clip from my pocket and straightened it in.

This inferior door lock, poked twice, opened silently, and I heard the music of an old Cantonese song coming from inside, and the sound of rushing water.

I took a deep breath and walked in softly, bending my waist.

This is obviously a separate private room, in which there is a retractable chair, the sand snake is half-lying, with his face up, his face is covered with shaving cream, white flowers, his eyes are closed, his hands are on the armrests on both sides of the chair, and from time to time he taps gently according to the beat of the music, a woman stands in the middle of the chair and the pool with her back to me, from the back she looks very good, not tall, but has a thin waist like a water snake, she carefully holds a brush, and continues to apply shaving cream to the sand snake's chin, On the edge of the other side of the pool is a razor.

The sand snake was obviously very interested, and his hands quickly slid down, and touched up the woman's calves little by little, and I heard the woman smile very deliciously, and randomly knocked off the sand snake's hand, and then whispered something. Twisting his waist to the edge of the pool, he picked up the razor.

I waited quietly at the door, my body hidden behind the wall, only a pair of eyes clear. When the woman turned around and walked towards me, I immediately shrank back.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the woman walked to the door, and I immediately reached out and grabbed her by the neck, and without making a sound, I dragged her aside. Almost instantly, I punched her in the chin with such precision that it would make people stunned in an instant.

Then I walked into the room without a word.

The sand snake didn't notice my arrival, and when I stood beside him, his eyes still closed, his fingers still tapping on the edge of the chair, and a somewhat smug expression on his face.

My gaze was calm and cold, staring at his neck and throat for a long time, and then gently picked up the razor on the edge of the pool.

The pool was already full, and I don't know if the two men were going to take a shower or something. I just walked quietly to the side of the sand snake, and he still didn't notice my arrival, still with his eyes closed. Even his mouth was still humming a little song to the music.

I gestured with the razor in my hand.........

The next second, I reached out and patted the sand snake on the shoulder, and when he opened his eyes slightly, I immediately put my arm around his neck from behind, and then I dragged him straight from the chair despite his desperate struggles. He even tried to writhe, and I knew he wanted to scream, but I got stuck in my throat, and I could only squeeze out the sound of "Gege" from my voice, but I couldn't say a word.

His strength was not small, but I strangled his neck, struggled for a while, and then his strength was weakened by the lack of oxygen, and I had dragged him to the edge of the pool, and then pressed him hard into the water above the neck, while the other hand with a razor reached out......

One time!

The razor slashed through his neck, and the blade easily cut through his throat, skin, and trachea. It was cut open immediately. And because it's underwater. The blood doesn't spurt out, it doesn't splash on me, I just watch a stream of blood come up from the water......

I took two steps back, and at the same time let go of the sand snake with both arms, and his whole body was like an empty sack, so soft that he was on the ground, and his hands were holding his throat tightly. Blood kept pouring out of his fingers, staining half of his body red in a moment! Then I watched him grow his mouth and breathe desperately, but unfortunately his trachea was cut by me and he couldn't breathe air anymore no matter how hard he tried!

Gradually. His strength on the ground was getting smaller and smaller, blood was splattered, and I always stood coldly watching him, watching his eyes bulge out like dead fish eyes, just staring at me, staring at me......

I don't know if there is such a thing as death in this world, but at this moment, the sand snake looks like it is dead!

I cautiously walked over to him. Then he looked at him condescendingly, looked at him for a few seconds, and then said lightly in a calm tone: "Eighth Master greets you." ”

Then, I didn't care if he could still hear my last words, turned around and walked to the pool, and washed the blood stains on the palms and fingers of his palms in the pool with an indifferent expression!

I did all of this slowly, carefully, until I was sure that there was no blood left on my hands, and then I looked at myself in the mirror to make sure there was no blood on my body.

I looked at the time, and it took three minutes and thirty seconds from the time I walked in to the time I finished what I was going to do......

When I walked out of this shampoo center, the little girl at the door looked at me in some surprise, as if she wanted to come up and stop me, but with the few bills I dropped, there was no other action.

When walking out of the door. The driver of the sand snake was already sitting in the car, holding a paper bucket of xìng in his hand, and was holding a pair of chopsticks to eat something, probably ordered takeout.

His gaze swept over me again, and this time I walked up to him without looking at him, and then stood outside the car door and knocked lightly on the window.

The guy opened the window a little impatiently, and then asked me something in Cantonese, but I didn't say anything, pulled out a cigarette, and made a gesture to borrow the fire. He frowned, but still looked at me, subconsciously put a piece of beef from the chopsticks in his hand into his mouth, and put his other hand into his arms to take out a lighter for me......

In such a second, I suddenly raised my hand and slapped the back of his hand holding chopsticks!!

Syllable!!

The chopsticks went straight into his mouth and almost pierced his throat!

Eventually, blood spurted out of his mouth, but because of his angle, it spurted all the way to the car, and I dodged it slightly, and then watched his painful hands scratch at his mouth and try to pull out his chopsticks...... This is also the condition of human beings, which is naturally anti-shè.

So, I punched him again!

This time, with the power of my punch, the chopsticks were inserted deeper, and they didn't penetrate his throat before, and this time they really penetrated! The chopsticks were apparently broken in two!

The driver struggled frantically in the car, and his mouth let out a painful and twisted howl, but unfortunately he couldn't make much noise......

I know very well that he is dead.

Then I immediately turned around and left the car, and walked coldly towards the other end of the street, and there was a continuous honking of car horns behind me, probably because the driver had lost his breath and pressed against the steering wheel......

The shrill sound of the horn alarmed the little girl in the shampoo room, and the girl ran out and immediately let out a terrible scream, and I walked out of the street with this scream and the sound of car horns, and then got into a car on the corner and sped away.

The car drove out of the street, and I was holding the steering wheel with one hand, and the other hand put my fingers in my mouth, and I bit my teeth a few times.

I put a small plastic film over each of my fingers so I can be sure I don't leave any fingerprints.

Then I drove the car to a place designated by the eighth master, this is a car wash, as soon as my car entered, a few workers came over with water guns to wash the car, I got out of the car, did not say a word to these people, and walked to the back. He quickly took off his coat. He took off the mustache from his mouth and threw it into an iron trash can, then picked up a bottle that was placed in a nearby corner, poured the liquid into it, lit a cigarette for himself, took a puff, and threw the burning cigarette into the trash can......

Rumble!!

Immediately a fire erupted from the trash can! The raging flames burned everything to ashes.

I looked at the flames. I'm in a trance.

Suddenly, I felt sick to myself, and then I rushed to the side of the bathroom door, slammed into a small toilet cubicle, and immediately squatted. I almost threw it out while holding the toilet!

I kept throwing up, I felt like my stomach was cramping, and I vomited almost all the tea I had had this afternoon. I vomited empty in my stomach, still holding the toilet, almost vomiting out all my bile!

My face was full of snot and tears. There were also the filthy remnants at the corners of my mouth, and I gasped for breath, feeling as if I had been hollowed out at once, and my body was fluttering, soft brocade......

Calming down, I stepped out, turned on the tap of the pool, and washed my face with water. Start washing your hands again! I picked up the soap on one side and washed my hands five times, and the skin on my hands turned red! But I still haven't stopped! I even picked up a brush on the side and brushed my hands desperately!

Even though my hands were broken and bleeding, I still felt like I had an unbearable smell of blood on my hands...... That filthy smell made me almost want to vomit out......

Raise your face and look at the mirror in front of you...... The man inside was iron blue, his face was a little iron-blue, and his face was stained with water beads, rolling down his hair and cheeks. There was a thought in his eyes that was distorted and hideous......

I felt a chill in my heart......

Is this really me? Is it me Chen Yang? Is it my Little Five?

I smiled at myself in the mirror, and in the mirror, I had a mouth of teeth that had not yet been yellowed by tobacco, and they were quite white, but my eyes were a little distorted.

I killed someone......

I killed someone!

Yes, this is not the first time I have killed someone: I have already killed people in that bloody battle on the long streets of Guangzhou. At sea, in the sea, I also killed the black man............

But those two times were different from today!

That time on the street of Guangzhou, I was forced, they wanted to kill me, I had to fight them! I can only fight hard! In desperation, I didn't have much regret in my heart when I killed someone.

At sea, I killed that black man because of hatred! It's the humiliation that treated us like brutes before, and what they did to Xiaofeng...... I killed that bastard, and I only had pleasure in my heart!

But today is different!

This sand snake, I don't know him at all. I don't know anything about this man except his name and age! I had never even heard of this man before yesterday, and I didn't even know there was such a person in the world!

I don't have a grudge against him, and I don't know what he is like, and I don't know if he really deserves to die...... I killed him, just because the eighth master asked me to kill him, just because I had to kill him to have a chance to come out!

Kill someone who has nothing to do with you for no reason without hatred...... This situation makes me feel that my heart is full of a distorted feeling at the moment......

Two living people, before this, there was no intersection between my life and them at all! But now I appeared inexplicably, and inexplicably took the lives of two strangers!

So what am I?

Am I still Chen Yang?

Am I still a Little Five?

The skin on my hands was brushed open, blood was flowing out, and the pain irritated my nerves, but I didn't care, I just focused on looking at myself in the mirror...... Look at me in the mirror!

After a long time, the door of the bathroom was pushed open, and it was the eighth master's subordinate, the middle-aged man who spoke coldly.

"Done?"

He glanced at me, then his gaze rested on my bleeding fingers.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Okay, the eighth master wants to see you."

I was about to go out with him without saying a word, but he suddenly turned around and smiled at me, his smile was a little complicated: "By the way, I almost forgot to tell you, my name is Tiger, you can call me Tiger." I didn't tell you before because you were an outsider, but now ......"

He looked me in the eye and said deeply in a calm tone, "From now on, you are already your own person." ”