The memories of the skeleton return to the original place.

Ten years ago, it was located in the D block of Ranshen City. This is an ordinary residential house. Independent building, separated from the neighbor by a wall. Secrecy is good. No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary person.

The owner of this house is a man, and he usually greets his neighbors warmly when he goes out, and I heard that he is an unemployed vagrant, but because his father left a lot of inheritance, he doesn't have to worry about living expenses even if he doesn't work.

By the way, he occasionally mentioned to his neighbors that he is now working as an Internet writer, and although the articles he writes are hitting the streets, he never gets tired of it. Because of this, even if he often stays at home, the neighbors are not surprised.

"I've heard that online writers are pitiful. I have to write for 10 hours a day. ”

"I have a relative's son who started writing in college. Now I can only earn a full attendance a month, and I almost didn't give my mother a heart attack. ”

"Oooh. I know that these people have a unified code name, which is called Hit the Street! ”

Amid the conversation of neighbors on the street, the man closed the curtains on the second floor.

"A group of eight women." He said in disgust, looking back with a strange smile on his face. He was not the only one in the house, there were two children. A man and a woman, two brothers and sisters. Specimens who have been raised by him since infancy.

"051, 052, are you good today."

The younger sister nodded desperately.

The elder brother was expressionless.

The man rushed over and slapped him. ". It's not good to see your expression! ”

The brother was slapped in the face, but he was not angry. It can be said that there is no trace of waves in the expression. Like a robot.

"Haha. Perfect. The man laughed, "You're going to be the best spy you can be." He said this to his brother, and suddenly, his head turned to his sister. With her sister's frightened face, the man hugged her, "You." Not yet. You've got to get me to train it well. ”

He carried her into the room.

The elder brother, on the other hand, stood in place with a blank face. Motionless.

There is a sister's forbearance in his ears, as well as a man's beastly desire.

Elder brother walked indifferently to the desk and looked at a [Spy Cultivation Manual] on it.

Turning the first page, you will see the name of the Atlantic Empire, as well as the coat of arms.

Both he and his sister were spies cultivated by the Atlantic Empire.

Since he was ignorant, he was adopted, and then brainwashed to become a machine that does not understand feelings and will only act according to orders.

He did a great job. As for my sister, it's not so good.

She hasn't completely abandoned human emotion, and if she can't get it right, she's a failure. It's like 050. It was a boy and a failure, at least, that's what he thought.

The final fate of the failed products will be disposed of.

In the basement, this is where they live.

My brother and sister crouched in the corner. This basement is rancid, damp, disgusting with bugs and rats.

"Brother, I'm hungry." My sister said, her face dirty.

The brother didn't speak, just looked at her with indifferent eyes. It was as if he was not looking at his relatives, but an outsider.

Starvation is a common occurrence. As part of the training, and as punishment, spies had to endure long periods of starvation, even for small children.

As for their guardian, the man, he was upstairs. He's just a very humble spy, with a very low rank, who is responsible for the training of these children until they are 7 years old. After the age of seven, the children are transferred to another place where they are subjected to more rigorous disciplines, including martial arts, torture, transfiguration, and so on.

The Atlantic Empire cultivated these spies for the purpose of providing intelligence to their own country, or, on assassination missions.

The Pacific Alliance, as its sworn enemy, is naturally the target of its key attacks.

So, these children are also orphans selected from the Pacific Alliance, or they are smuggled out of other people's homes using human traffickers. The reason for this is simple, the race of the Atlantic Empire is blonde and blue-eyed, and it is too different from the race of the Pacific Alliance to be conducive to action.

So, they want to raise the little children of the Pacific Alliance to be their own spies.

A killing machine that has lost its name, and has lost its feelings.

A red apple, suddenly, rolled to my sister's feet.

The elder brother and sister looked up and saw a figure flash through a crack in the plank outside the basement.

The apple was thrown from a hole.

My sister picked up the apple and handed it to her brother lovingly, "Brother, you eat first." ”

The brother looked at her, then at the apple, and in the end, didn't eat it.

"You can eat." He said.

"Hmm. Thank you brother. ”

Seeing his sister eating happily, he wondered if he had failed this time. He should have no feelings, he should treat his sister cruelly. If the man finds out, he will definitely be caught in the room and taught a lesson.

I should be, an emotionless killing machine.

My brother said to himself in his heart.

In the days that followed, there was always a figure who secretly brought them apples.

My brother knew who he was. No. 050. A cold-looking child, slightly older than them. But he is very scheming and often steals food from men. This apple must have been stolen by him.

Men don't like number 050 at all. Every time he was punished, he was in his way. Once, the man bandaged his hands and met with his superior, a woman named Julie. Occasionally, she would come over to pick up the children and take people away. Either send it to the next training location, or dispose of it.

She is very beautiful, with elegant facial features, blonde hair, a deep and delicate face, and a tall figure, just like a model. But no one could have imagined that she would be a spy.

"Block 9. How did you get hurt? Julie asked the man.

The 9 of the cube is the code name for the man. This spy group seems to have a habit of using playing cards.

"Miss Julie. It was 050 dry. I wanted to teach him a lesson, but he stabbed me with a knife. This kid is terrible. I don't think he's fit to be a spy at all. He was rebellious. ”

"That's because you want to take advantage of the opportunity to bully children again." Julie looked at Block 9's expression, full of disdain.

This man's evil deeds, how could she, as a superior, not know about it.

He's just a ** fetish.

Autograph Question: What is the code number of the child who gave the skeleton and his brother apples?