Shen Muzheng witnessed a strange murder with his own eyes.

Three black-clothed masked men besieged and killed a man in Tsing Yi.

The four of them exchanged swords and swords, and the moves were deadly, and at first glance they were not in the name of friendship.

But that's not the point.

The point is: Shen Mu found that he might have crossed over.

Because the four people who fought the pit were all dressed in ancient costumes.

And his original suit and leather shoes have long since become a coarse cloth short.

Without a mirror, you can't see exactly what he is now.

But judging from the shape of the body's hands, the original owner's age is not very old, and although the fingers are as slender as his original fingers, they are much more delicate.

This was not his original hand.

It also doesn't look like a pair of poor working people's hands.

It's not like a pair of disguised hands.

He reached out again and touched his face, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, until he touched the bun that had been pulled up.

The face shape is no longer familiar to the touch.

Of course, there is no discomfort of wearing a silicone mask all the time before.

There is no facial stiffness left over from several cosmetic surgeries.

He tried to move the corners of his mouth a few times, and it felt no different from the pure natural face he had when he was a child.

It's really crossed!

A long sigh came from the depths of his soul.

The fight on the pit was a little annoying, as if it wouldn't end in a short time, he only glanced at it, and then indifferently moved his gaze back to his own body.

For the eternal philosophical question of mankind is: Who am I?

Yes! If he crosses, it is very likely that he will borrow the corpse to return the soul.

So, who is he now?

He was wearing a short dress, but there were no patches on the placket in front of him, but it was embroidered with delicate lace.

Although the pain on his body was severe, it was still within a tolerable range, more like a wound caused by a strong blow than a sharp weapon.

In the pit where he was hiding, there was a strong smell of urine, probably a product of the original owner's peeing of his pants.

He had every reason to suspect that the original owner had been possessed by him, and it was very likely that he had been scared to death by the fight above before that.

Again, that's not the point, the point is that he doesn't seem to have inherited the memories of his original owner.

So, who am I at this moment? It is no longer a philosophical question, but a practical one.

Don't know who you are? Naturally, I don't know if the four people fighting on the pit have anything to do with him?

The most important thing is that it is impossible to judge the relationship between friend and foe.

Of course, the life experience of his previous life determines that in the face of danger, his psychological quality is very strong.

Without finding out, he understood that any rash action was not advisable.

So, I can only continue to be like a dog, continue to hold my breath and curl up in this pit that is neither high nor low, and wait and see what happens.

The waiting time is often torturous.

He habitually reached out and touched his waist, wanting to smoke a cigarette to adjust his thoughts, but he felt empty.

Suddenly I remembered that his high-end custom suit had long since ceased to exist with his crossing.

Naturally, the cigars in the pockets of the suit are gone.

Everything in the previous life does not exist, including those hatreds, including those crimes committed by oneself.

Mayakovsky said: "When society pushes you to the point of desperation, don't forget that there is a road behind you, and that is crime, remember, there is no shame in that." ”

If the innocent death of his parents forced him to embark on the road of revenge by killing and stopping killing, he lost an opportunity to become a knowledgeable, moral, thoughtful, and normal young man.

Then, when a person starts to climb over the walls of the law for the first time, then it is difficult for him to turn back.

Killing began to become as simple as breathing, and sin spread like a plague.

But he is only a criminal, not a brute, because brutes do not suffer their souls with murder and sin.

He's a criminal, but he's still a man!

He's still alone!

If the years can really be quiet, who would want to be upside down, with bloody hands.

His greatest failure was that no amount of elaborate crime without a trace had turned him into a complete brute.

Whenever he met the clear eyes of the children, he would always think of the good times when he sat on his parents' lap as a child.

At that time, he had loving and busy parents with noble careers, and bright and clear eyes that were innocent.

He really, really, was such a good boy who was so kind.

Occasionally, he would sit alone in a quiet afternoon, fantasizing that if his parents were still alive, his life would be different, maybe not good enough, but he would never be a criminal with bloody hands on his hands.

Occasionally, he would lie alone in the dark midnight, fantasizing about whether he would be a good man again if he could be given another new life.

This assumption, with the passage of time, becomes more and more inert.

Tired of playing hide and seek with the police of various countries, and tired of those bloody hands, he set up a bureau by himself to make a final life confession.

Let the police of another country on the street think that he did not know and shot him without noticing.

Well, as he wished.

No, he completed the last murder, but it was he who killed himself.

He opened his hands now, although they were stained with dust and many scratches, they should still be clean!

It's good to be clean, and clean things always make people feel happy.

But before the corners of his mouth could curl, a few drops of blood were immediately dripped on his hands.

As if he had been stung by a bee, he grabbed a handful of dirt with some panic and smeared it on the blood stains on the back of his hands, trying to remove these blood stains.

The dirt was mixed with fresh bloodstains, and although some of them were removed, there were still traces.

Not to mention, this drop of blood seems to be endless, it can't be removed at all, the old is removed, and the new one is dripping again.

This bloody feeling that fell on his body made his body like in his previous life, and he soon had many small rashes.

This small rash is numb and itchy.

It seems that even if you change your body, you still can't do it!

He desperately wanted to find a place where there was water and get rid of the remaining blood.

But there is no water here.

So, he looked up.

It turned out that when he recalled his previous life, the people in Tsing Yi on the pit actually solved the three men in black with one enemy and three.

At this time, the seriously injured man in Tsing Yi was standing on the edge of the pit and looking at him condescendingly with a knife.

The blood on the other party's body, the blood on the knife is flowing down drop by drop.

There were a few drops not only on his hands, but also on his face.

Fishy, a little cold.

He had more rashes on his body, and the itching was unpleasant.

He didn't know when the other party had already squatted on the edge of the pit, and whether he saw the scene he was very embarrassed just now.

His gaze habitually narrowed, thinking about how to get rid of all those who hit his weak point.

But he immediately realized that he was no longer the same person he used to be at this moment.

So, in a very short time, he calmed down again.

Before he figured out what kind of person he borrowed from the corpse to resurrect, he didn't want to die easily.

What's more, the inertia of his previous life made him not accustomed to taking his fate into the hands of others.

The big man in Tsing Yi on the pit just looked at him condescendingly, silent, was he assessing something?

The other party doesn't speak, and he doesn't open his mouth either.

In fact, he quietly observed the injuries on the big man's body, and the other party had just solved the three of them, who seemed to be very powerful, but they were also seriously injured.

Half a bloody man.

This made him involuntarily consider whether if the other party had a killing intent against him, if he tried his best to strike, whether he could completely kill this person.

But immediately, he suppressed this thought again.

After the other party finished dealing with the three people, he didn't immediately kill him, indicating that he was most likely not the same party of the three masked men in black, and it was very likely that he was just an implicated soy sauce party.

Then, when these hands are not stained with blood, it is naturally better to solve the problem without killing people.

Although his mind is turning a thousand times at the moment.

But on his face, he still made a look of resignation, and looked at the other party pitifully with pleading eyes.

The man in Tsing Yi on the top of the pit stared at him for a moment, however, a violent cough made it impossible for the other party to maintain his original master demeanor.

Even though he was holding the knife in his hand, the other party's body was still bent down, and a large amount of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

It seems that the other party's injury is really not light, maybe it is the end of the strong crossbow, if he does it, he should have the power of a blow.

But to his surprise, the man in Tsing Yi straightened his back again after the violent coughing was over.

Rubbing the blood stain on his lips with the back of his hand, he said, "Boy, send you a creation, do you want it?" ”

"Creation?" He asked rhetorically with a look of bewilderment and a slight temptation.

In his heart, he quickly judged that it seemed that this man did not want to take his life now, and it was very likely that he would ask for him, otherwise, why bother to use such tone and language to scold him?

As for the so-called creation?

Hum! He sneered in his heart: Wise people know that all creations that are not related to relatives are often arsenic wrapped in honey.

But he is a person who knows the times, and he will never poke the stupid temptation of the other party at this time.

Instead, he shrunk and asked cautiously, "Are you going to ask the kid to take you to the hospital?" ”

"Doctor's office? It is no longer needed. When the big man replied, his originally cold expression softened in an instant, and then he didn't know what he thought, and then turned into deep sadness, and his eyes looked away from his face, but looked into the distance.

But Shen Mu just felt that he was not just looking into the distance, as if he was making some kind of goodbye.

At this moment, he immediately judged that this big man in Tsing Yi might not be a cold person by nature.

This made him have a little good impression of this person, and seemed to think that maybe the two of them didn't have to have to have a life and death at this moment, and said half-truths and half-truths at the moment: "Your injuries are really serious, you should bandage the wound first, so you can get to the hospital—"

But the next moment, he was interrupted by the other party: "You send this package of things to the T-shaped room of the Qingshan Inn in the county seat, and hand it over to a merchant surnamed Li." ”