In the layman's mind, agents or killers are often the type of people with cold faces, clever skills, and cool scum. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoActually, this is just an exaggeration and shaping of film and television and literature and art.

A real agent or killer basically has a regular job. The secrecy of your identity is key, don't think that your profession is very face-saving. You know, success may be the right thing to do, but failure and loss is fate! Moreover, whether it is an agent or a killer, they also have to commute to and from work.

Going to work is going to work, don't think about when it's over, and don't quit halfway. Ordinary employees skipping work are at most deducting wages and being fired, and if you skip work, it is equivalent to running for your life!

And getting off work is getting off work, and when you get off work, you are an ordinary person, and you have to face everything around you with a normal heart. That is, to minimize the attention of others to yourself and maintain your image as a transparent person.

Since the profession is just a cover, Ah Fa will be very demanding. Not too tired, has a lot of free time, and has to be decent, that is, the kind of people who win five people and six.

Now Ah Fa has figured it out a little, well, it's not too clear. What I understand is that he doesn't seem to have any other way to make money except for robbing the rich and accumulating wealth, except for those hard and tiring jobs, of course. What is not quite clear is what kind of trajectory he is going to draw in his new life. He can think that hoeing the strong and helping the weak is a kind of redemption, but does he have to always be like this, to be a nosy hero?

When he arrived at Guangdong Road, Ah Fa got out of the car and walked casually, watching, hoping that inspiration would get into his head at once. It's a pity that after walking a long way, my head is still empty.

The western section of Guangdong Road is really not decent, and the surrounding houses are crooked, crowded, and emitting a sour smell. A couple of dogs are picking up garbage in an open gutter. When Ah Fa walked by, the dogs looked up vigilantly, they were thin and dirty, their skin was scabies, and their hair was in pinches, and yellow-green mucus flowed from the corners of their eyes. Next to the garbage heap, an old woman with unkempt hair sat indifferently, while a little girl rummaged through the garbage heap, picking up something and throwing it into the deflated tin bucket.

As he approached the end of the road, Ah Fa saw a clean stone house towering over it, and a crudely painted image of Jesus on a board outside the door. What intrigued Ah Fa was that although Jesus had a Westerner nose, his eyes were a little slanted, and he was surrounded by a group of Chinese children. Jesus looked down at them, and the pity in his expression was not depicted, but rather a woman's smile. Above Jesus' head was written in red lacquer the untidy words: Children who have sinned are invited to come here.

Ah Fa stood at the door and watched interestingly, and the sound of children chanting came from inside, probably praying, right? There is a familiar feeling that he grew up in a church orphanage as a child. The chanting stopped, and there was the clanging of tin bowls in enamel jars, followed by a woman's voice, which sounded a little harsh.

If it's really a charity, it's really a good thing. Ah Fa shook his head lightly and turned to walk away.

A foreign woman was walking across from her, wearing a straw hat, a bunch of hair dragging down her ears, striding with a big stride, and a large canvas bag slung over her shoulder. Perhaps Ah Fa's dress was different from that of most Chinese, and she looked at him with a sideways face.

Ah Fa didn't care, didn't flinch and timid, and even smiled politely and nodded, and then—

A shrill baby cry sounded, and Ah Fa hurriedly followed the sound and turned his head to look. From a different angle, he noticed that there was something resembling swaddling clothes on the other side of the stone steps, from which the sound came from.

Janet strode over, picked up the swaddling clothes, patted them gently, and turned her puzzled gaze to Ah Fa, "You sent this?" In addition to the English accent, her Chinese has a strange tone, a bit like singing.

Yes? Ah Fa was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, I was just passing by." ”

Janet examined Ah Fa as if trying to tell if he was lying, and then she walked briskly up the steps and pulled a rope by the door, and a bell faintly rang from inside. Soon, a nun-like figure trotted out, and with a few words of conversation, carried the little baby in.

"Sir, please stay." Janet turned back and shouted at Ah Fa, who had already walked away.

Ah Fa turned around a little confused and stared at the fat woman. The face is plump and tanned, the eyes are light blue, and the nose is freckled.

"Excuse me, are you a Christian?" Janet seemed to think that Ah Fa was more receptive to new things in terms of dress, and it seemed that she still had a cross around her neck, but she didn't know that it was just a cover-up.

"I, no." Ah Fa shook his head and said, "I'm no longer religious, it won't protect anything." ”

"It protects me." Janet took out a handkerchief as big as a towel, wiped her face, looked at Ah Fa and said, "It may not save your body, but it can save your soul." Well, it's a bit of a wasted effort, isn't it? But, I will pray for you. ”

Ah Fa frowned slightly under Janet's blazing gaze, and blinked slowly, which seemed a little threatening. He imagined where he was at night, and the woman fell on her knees, closed her eyes, and was preoccupied with him, hoping that he would repent......

"My name is Janet, I've been in Shanghai for two and a half years, and God ordered me to work for him." Janet said this in a solemn tone, "To save those orphans and abandoned children." And the handmaidens, if we can find them. Well, do you want to come in and have a look? ”

"Oh, not today, another day!" Ah Fa excused.

"Oh, well!" Janet shrugged, "Then come back next time!" But—" she burst out laughing, "can you give us some money now?" We need money, or maybe God wants you to do it. Haha, I'm not ashamed, am I? Do you have any money on you? ”

Ah Fa was a little dumbfounded, stunned for a moment, such a fundraising is really direct, he opened his mouth and asked, "How much do you want?" I thought-"

"How much can you give. A widow's money, although it is small, is precious. Janet stared into Ah Fa's eyes for a moment and said, "Want to see what I found?" With that, she moved the bag from the back to the front, and opened the mouth of the bag for Ah Fa to see.

Inside was a newborn, a dirty cloth wrapped around her waist, lying quietly, with a clenched little fist at her lips.