A magnificent concert hall with a layout that resembles the Musikverein in Vienna. I was wearing a tuxedo, standing on the stage, a bright but soft chasing light sprinkled on my body, playing the violin heartily, and the audience below was also fascinated.

Suddenly, several thugs covered in blood appeared in the audience, they left their seats, took out Tinker Bell in their arms, and walked towards the stage step by step, moving very slowly, like zombies in American zombie movies, I can clearly see that in the hole in their chest, I can also see the faintly beating half of the heart.

They grinned, pointed their guns at me, and suddenly opened fire. I didn't even react, a series of bullets entered my body, but I didn't feel any pain, just stood on the stage in a daze, my dark blue blood gushing out of the bullet holes in my body, I suddenly felt exhausted, and sat on the stage.

The elegant audience in suits and leather shoes and long skirts under the stage seemed to enjoy this scene and still watched such a special performance.

At this time, a zipline hung down on the dome above, and a figure that was very familiar to me in my dream quickly slid down, and when it was still 2 meters from the ground, the rope had been released, and at the same time, the gun in his hand had already fired, and his body had just landed firmly on the ground. Several thugs had already been hit in the head by bullets, and they all rolled off the stage, and the audience below stood up, their eyes were frenzied, and they applauded enthusiastically.

I sat there with my stomach in my hands, not knowing how long my blood would flow, and the tall figure stood in front of me, just blocking the light of the high-brightness magnesium lamp, and I looked against the light, and only saw a vague shadow. Just as I was about to crawl over to see the shadow's face clearly, a blinding light suddenly came from all around, and I was dizzy, and I covered my eyes with my hands indiscriminately.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying in the Brain Situational Reconstruction Laboratory in Warehouse 2, surrounded by the same miserable white as ever, Chu Fat Man was holding a toothpick, wearing a lab coat that obviously couldn't be buttoned, his sleeves were rolled up high, and he was sitting in front of the computer with his legs crossed, as if he didn't know that I had woken up from subliminal therapy. I guess this old boy won't watch the hair film when I'm treating.

I tried to move, but my hands and feet were buckled on the bed, and my head was connected with microelectrodes connected to red and blue wires.

"Yo he, wake up," Chu Fat looked at me, the expression on his face was exaggerated

"You dead fat man, aren't you rebuilding my subconscious? Why, you don't even know when I'm going to wake up? ”

"You kid is really out of tune," he pointed to the computer, quite hated the posture of iron and steel, "I just entered your subconscious space here, take a look, good guy, it's also a concert, yes, today your Chu Ye is in vain, you know that I TM hate elegance the most, so I jumped out of the program and played minesweeper for a while"

I was furious: "Fatty, you fucking take my life, you know how dangerous this reconstruction process is, if you don't get it right, you'll be an idiot!" You're fucking playing Minesweeper! Chu Fatty, Lao Tzu and you are not finished! ”

"Can you blame me for this, you don't have the concept of fighting in your fucking subconscious, what are they, you Chu Ye is a rough person, you can't appreciate this" He dug his nostrils, "Damn, blame you, if you had a spring dream just now, maybe Lao Tzu can still hold on to watching for a while." As he spoke, he turned his head away from the computer without looking at me. He was still humming a song in his mouth.

Looking at Chu Fatzi's face, that fat body, if it weren't for the hands and feet being tied, I really wanted to go forward and strangle him, I really wanted to see, kick his nose with the sole of his shoe, and see if he could laugh out.

Just as I struggled to get off the experimental bed, Chu Fatzi suddenly exclaimed, the data on the entire computer screen actually scrolled, and a flashing "WORNING" appeared at the bottom of the screen, I think it was because the detection electrode was still connected to me.

Chu Fat Huo stood up, stepped to my side in a few steps, and hurriedly pressed me down, "Night owl, calm, calm, you Chu Ye loves you, can you joke with your life?" With that, he turned around and walked back to the computer, printed out an analysis form, and smiled with a fat face. He handed me the form, only to find that my hands and feet were firmly buckled with spring buckles.

He hurriedly smiled and opened the snap buckle and handed me the form.

I took the form, but my eyes were fixed on him, resisting the urge to punch him in the nose and looking down at the result.

And Chu Fatzi acted as a commentator on the side: "You kid is studying music, you should understand the principle, different frequencies of sound frequencies will convey different emotions, high-pitched is joyful, low is sad." The same is true for the brain, sometimes the nerve fibers in the cerebral cortex will produce special electrical potential movements, like radio waves, this is the subconscious. You know the old four in the seventh bureau, that old madman and a psychology professor at a certain university deciphered this radio wave ......"

I listened impatiently: "Dry the fish, pick up the important and say"

Chu Fatzi saw that my expression was not good, and said unhurriedly: "You kid is an anomaly, in your subconscious, there is no violent content, you see, on this picture, the waveform is very stable, that is, in your consciousness just now, simulated being shot, you kid didn't even put a fart, I didn't think of fighting back or running for my life, but look at this," he said, he pointed to a sudden and abrupt band on the waveform on the paper, "You kid still spares his life, he was provoked by Lao Tzu, You've got this high-amplitude band in your subconscious, okay, yes, yes......"

"That's it?" I was puzzled and asked, "Does this have anything to do with me?" Without this band, the task cannot be completed? ”

"That's not it, on the contrary, you are a good seedling!" Chu Fat Man stared at me, his eyes lit up, like a miser looking at piles of gold objects, I was hairy by him, and I owed back.

Chu Fatzi continued: "Some studies have found that temperament is a complex radio wave, it is said that when an ancient master approaches you, you will feel the killing aura on his body. There is another kind of person, who may be a black-faced and murderous lord who does not blink, but when he approaches you, you feel that he is kind like your second uncle, you belong to the second type, after our generation is old, for so many years, you have been the only one in the seventh game. ”

Looking at the excitement of the fat man Chu, I was inexplicable: "I said Master Chu, since you think I am a genius who is unique in a thousand miles, does it mean that I can go on a mission alone?" Can you move out of Warehouse 2? ”

"Think beautifully, let me tell you, before the next step of training, you are still a substandard product in our No. 2 warehouse, I don't want the General Political Department to return our goods, I can't afford to lose this person."

When I think of training, my head is big, really like Chu Fatzi said, I am a natural anti-violence person, I studied in high school in a certain city music specialized high school, violin and flute are excellent, and I also won awards in competitions. But somehow, my godfather Liu Bureau, brought me into the Seventh Bureau with an order, which was this broken waterworks, and disguised his identity as the director of the security office of a production base of a certain city water company.

The students also said that Zhang Chengnan's successful employment in the waterworks ---- the importance of godfathers.

The previous training almost killed me, not to mention the weight-bearing cross-country, survival training, plain language, intelligence officer's manual, etc., etc., just a simple gun gave Liu Ju a headache

Boys, there are a few people who don't like guns, but the first time I saw the real guns on the table, my first reaction was ----- disgusting.

Kalashnikov, the inventor of the AK-47, met with Eugene Stoner, the inventor of the M4, and Stoner told him: "God's two sons are fighting each other with guns we invented."

So I think guns are the dirtiest invention in the world. The better the gun, the easier it will be to prove that it is used to kill.

I refused to touch it, I refused to practice the target, but I was able to stick with the rest of the physical training, just not touching the gun. Liu Ju glared angrily: "If Zhang Wentian knows, he has such a cowardly son, he can be angry!" Later, I couldn't help it, so I practiced marksmanship. But just shooting a standard target, I didn't think it was anything, and I thought I had overcome my aversion to guns. However, the last time I went on a mission, I killed a living person for the first time, and I still felt very uncomfortable.

Sure enough, I'm really a substandard product.

Even if I'm this second type of person, what is the purpose of the seven rounds?