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In the unknown alley, the middle-aged man took out a ring from his arms and put it on.

This was his false ring, and from the beginning of the disguise, Xia Lan kept it in his arms until the disguise ended.

Qualified disguise pays attention to every detail, he is a down-and-out mercenary in the trading role with Old Shak, no down-and-out mercenary can have a virtual ring, even if the virtual ring is not in use, it is no different from a normal ring, however, a mercenary does not need a ring, even a decorative ring.

The Void Ring contained the information box that Old Shak had traded, and he used the Void Ring to put it away in a secluded and uninhabited place in the Getdam District, and it was troublesome to hold the box, and he hated it.

Back at the hotel, Xia Lan didn't turn on the magic lamp in her room, because the moonlight was beautiful tonight.

He pulled the curtains of his room open completely, allowing the moonlight to fill the room.

Sitting on the windowsill, Xia Lan looked up at the sky, the clear purple moon, misty and intoxicated.

His deep, cold eyes seemed to be stinged by the moonlight, his eyelids were slightly closed, and his head hung down, he was looking at his hands, hands that had killed countless people.

He killed a lot of people.

There is a reason, there is no reason, like an executioner.

He killed another innocent man tonight, and he didn't want to kill him, and he killed because he was in the habit of stifling a factor that could be detrimental to his future.

For example, the young security officer tonight, if he doesn't do it, then his disguised identity is likely to be wanted by the royal capital, and the chain reaction will also affect his plans for future missions, and even evil consequences.

Never neglect a small thing, because one day in the future it may brew into a fatal backlash for yourself.

Over the years, he has experienced and endured.

His body seemed to unconsciously help him react, and the idea of not killing was too fragile to control his body's habits and stifle dangerous habits.

Whenever his sword blade took someone else's life, blood dripped down the blade, and the deceased had a thousand complicated expressions, and he was very numb.

His heart was cold, and his blood was cold.

He used to be in pain, like thousands of ants gnawing at his body and mind.

The other side of him confronted him and tortured him, shaking his faith.

When there was more and more blood on his hands, the pain became lighter and lighter, as if he had lost his human qualifications.

Numb, ruthless.

Someone does not live to enjoy pleasure, but to endure pain, he has the responsibility to live, and his steps cannot be stopped.

Who can understand the heartache under that numbness.

The morning sun rises, and the night passes.

The alley between Gerthdam and Tonghua was the second time Delov had appeared here, but this time, he was alone.

Delov is almost forty years old, he is used to the current life, and he has been in the royal guard department for nearly twenty years before sitting in the current position of the magistrate of Tonghua District, because he is no longer the hot-blooded, impulsive young man of the past.

He has a happy family, a virtuous and virtuous wife, and a filial son and daughter, he is not what he once was, when he began to become stable and mature, exquisite, and the once bumpy and difficult promotion became smooth and smooth.

He cherishes his present life, and in his future, perhaps in a few years, he will be promoted to the headquarters of the Wangdu Guard Department as a high-ranking idle bureaucrat, until he can accumulate a good family business when he retires.

So he tries to keep his work stable and stable, and he doesn't want any accidents to disturb his future life.

Last month, his assistant was stripped of his position for offending a certain figure, and the headquarters sent a young man to him, a young man who had no backstage but was worth watching.

Delov liked him very much, because the young man was like him when he was young, full of enthusiasm and sense of justice, and he would stubbornly find the root cause of every criminal case, and work tirelessly to solve every criminal case.

He didn't like this appearance, so he understood why he was not liked by his boss back then, and his promotion was blocked for many years, and whenever he planned to deal with it perfunctorily, he would be confronted by young people without rules, which boss liked such a subordinate?

A few days ago, the murder case in the alley, Delov knew the danger, he used to be a famous figure in the royal capital guard hall, of course, he knew that the murderer behind the incident was not at all something he could afford to provoke, so he planned to throw this hot potato to the Gerddam District, but he didn't expect the young man under his command to be stubborn again, if he hadn't pressed it strongly, this young man might have made some trouble for him.

What puzzled Delov was that after the incident, the young man didn't seem to be wronged, and his daily work was quite normal, but the only thing that puzzled him was the sleepiness on his face, which seemed to be caused by lack of sleep, so Delov didn't continue to pay attention to it.

As a result, his young assistant was late today, and he trembled when a report of a homicide appeared before his eyes.

Doom is always accompanied by an ominous premonition.

Delov looked at the dead young assistant in the alley, and suddenly laughed on his expressionless face, reluctant and dry.

His hands were still in the same position as he had covered his neck before he died, and Delov looked at the scar, which was clean and clean, just like the black-clad dead here a few days ago.

He knew that the young assistant must have secretly investigated without himself, and finally had the audacity to appear in front of the murderer, if it wasn't for what he said, then he wouldn't have died.

So he must have said something, because Delov knew his assistants as well as he knew his former days.

But he was luckier than his assistant, who once offended many people and did not die, but his assistant died.

How to explain the death of the assistant to the boss at the headquarters? The young man is not an ordinary person, and he will definitely ask a series of reasons above, and the stable abacus of the future in his heart seems to have been broken.

Coming out of the headquarters of the Royal Capital Security Department, Delov's hands continued to tremble slightly, until he returned to his quiet and unmanned office in Tonghua District, and his slightly trembling hands finally became extremely violent.

Delov fell to his knees, his hands clenched into fists pounding against the hard ground, and his whole face became weeping with grief as his guilt of conscience continued to torment and torture him.

In his explanation report to headquarters, he shifted all the blame to the district of Getdam, and that the death of his assistant was a private act of recklessness.

He was sorry for the young assistant who had killed him, and he even twisted his death because he wanted to preserve his future.

If he hadn't shirked the case and let go of the investigation, his assistant wouldn't have died like this, and if he had found out about his assistant's abnormality earlier, he could have stopped his secret behavior, but he didn't do anything.

Delov knew that he had changed, that he did not know himself anymore, and now he was like the boss and bureaucrat he used to despise the most, who had nothing to do, and waited for death.

Because he thinks about it more.

When the chips of career and family and the death of his assistant were weighed in the balance, he leaned towards the former.

The noise in the office attracted the attention of his colleagues and subordinates, and after a few inquiries, Delov signaled that nothing had happened to disperse them, and Delov lay on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling, muttering words that no one heard.

A tavern on Oak Avenue in the royal capital.

The tavern is closed because it is not part of its business hours during the day, but there are people in the tavern and there are people drinking.

"You've been drinking here for the past few days, why don't you go to the man you have newly seduced?"

In the dim bar, a middle-aged man asked as he was wiping the silver wine bottle in his hand with a white cloth.

Niniro leaned against the bar, leaned and swayed, raised the wine bottle in her hand and shook her head after taking a sip, blushing and drunken: "No need, we will meet again at the right time." ”

"Why?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Nothing, everyone has something to do." Niniro shrugged her shoulders and said casually.

"All you need is drink?" The middle-aged man stopped what he was doing, took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet behind him and put it on the bar and asked.

"Uh-huh" Niniro turned around, swapped the empty bottle in her hand for another one, and smiled slightly, "I only drink now." ”

"What about your men?" The middle-aged man shook his head and continued his hand movements and asked.

"I sent them out into the wilderness, and I told them that there would be a big move in the future, so give them some indulgence first." Niniro uncorked the wine and began to pour it again.

The middle-aged man said, "It seems that you are in a good mood." ”

"Because I always put myself in a good mood." Niniro laughed and said, "There is one thing that I have wondered for a long time, why you always like to wipe the silver wine bottle in your hand. ”

The middle-aged man paused the movement in his hand, looked at the silver wine bottle in his hand with some tenderness, and said, "Because it's the only gift my wife gave me." ”

"Where's your wife?" Niniro wondered.

"Dead."

"How did you die?"

"I killed you."

After saying that, the middle-aged man continued to wipe the wine bottle by himself, and Niniro didn't ask again.

"Speaking of which, how many years have we known each other?" Niniro asked suddenly.

"No more, no less, three years."

"Three years—" Niniro leaned back and spread her arms, as if nostalgic. "I remember coming to this country that year."

"I was just about to leave the country that year." The middle-aged man said.

"We met." Niniro laughed.

"So I didn't leave." The middle-aged man's tone was also quite meaningful: "But now you are ready to leave more than me." ”

"They're always leaving, it's just a different time." Niniro didn't care.

Everyone has their past, and there are people who live in their past because that's what it's all about living.

Niniro continued to drink her own wine, the middle-aged man continued to wipe his bottle, they both had their own pasts, they both hid their pasts, something once made her meet him, she came to the center of the country with him, because they all had their own things to accomplish.

This is the meaning of his and her life.