"Fuck you, uncle!" said Wednesday, his eyes red, as he stared at the papers and piles of bloody photos in front of him.

"This. The smoke slowly turned dark, and then a finger slid lightly, and a hundred-page dossier appeared in Wednesday's hand, the color of which was unusually old. When the dossier was opened, several eye-catching fonts on the brown cover crashed into Wednesday's eyes.

Nanjing Massacre – December 13, 1937

About this tragic event, Wednesday has known and has a deep impression since he was a child, and he has also visited the Nanjing Massacre Memorial Museum, but those historical materials are really like a drop in the ocean compared to the records in front of him.

Wednesday felt that his heartbeat was significantly faster, and his breathing began to be difficult, and a breath suddenly stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit out, and the blood began to rush madly towards his head.

"This kid! What a murderous aura!" looked at Wednesday, who was staring at the file with an expressionless face, and a trace of surprise appeared in his dark and calm eyes for the first time. At this time, Wednesday exuded a breathing aura all over his body, which had turned into a viscous dark red in the dark eyes, like magma about to cool, terrifying, destructive, and cruel. What was even more surprising was that the Wednesday in front of him seemed to be about to melt into this breath.

"This kid, has he really never killed since he was a child?" A dark gray light flashed in his dark eyes, and the dark red murderous aura on Wednesday's body slowly calmed down, and the murderous aura was not something that a raw melon egg like Wednesday could control.

Naturally, Wednesday didn't know about this, after all, it was a level that Wednesday couldn't understand.

"How does it feel?" asked in a secret voice after Wednesday looked up from the file and had been standing quietly next to him.

Wednesday threw himself into his seat, his eyes closed and he didn't speak, but his violently heaving chest showed that he was not at peace.

Call~~

A breath of turbidity, mixed with all kinds of negative emotions, slowly erupted from Wednesday's mouth.

"Not good. Wednesday's palm gently rubbed the dossier, and his voice was a little too calm.

In the empty room, Dark was leaning there in the air, as if there was a wall behind him, I don't know when a wine glass appeared in his hand, the dark red wine was slowly rotating inside, and he glanced at Wednesday, the index finger of the palm holding the wine glass popped out slightly, hitting the wine glass and making a crisp sound, the sound came out, and Wednesday's mood seemed to ease a lot.

"I'm not an angry youth, I don't know if you understand what an angry youth means?" Wednesday's eyes did not leave the file.

"Yes. ”

"If there is no law......" a twinkle flashed in Wednesday's eyes.

"The law, what you call the law, is the same as the sunshine of your world. "Darkness is only half the story.

"I don't have that ability. ”

"You'll have it. ”

There was a sudden silence in the room.

"Haha, I don't think I'm running today. After a while, Wednesday suddenly stood up from his chair, shook his head, and shook his arms.

"Hmm. ”

Wednesday felt that he had endless strength in his body today, and after running for several hours, he fell to the ground and fainted.

"This kid is good, it doesn't seem to be that wasteful. The dragon stood beside the dark with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on Wednesday on the earth below.

"But if you do this, won't you interfere too much?" the dragon continued.

"He chooses by himself, I am just the guide, the world is his, and he needs to distinguish black and white by himself. "Secretly hugged his shoulders.

When I woke up on Wednesday, I was still in the office, and the time seemed to have just gone a little, and even Xiao Li, who went out to pour water, had not yet returned.

Wednesday stared at the material on the desk in front of him, motionless.

This is the material of a group of criminals who have just been sent over, and it is full of all kinds of murder, rape, injury, death, drug trafficking, theft, ......

"Xiao Li, I'm taking a day off today, there are some things, I'll go first. "Wednesday took off his white coat, grabbed his coat and walked out.

"Black, white, how can there be absolutes. Wednesday squinted at the sun overhead with his hands in his jacket pockets and cigarettes in his mouth.

Back in the apartment, Wednesday shivered and took a cold shower, although the price was that the whole person was shivering, but he was much more energetic.

"Dark. Wednesday sat in his chair and called softly.

"What?" the dark body slowly emerged.

"I need competence. ”

"Hmm. ”

A dark voice sounded, and the scene in front of Wednesday's eyes changed instantly, and he appeared in a room.

"There is always black and white, but it is not absolute. ”

"I have my rules, dark. Wednesday said a few words slowly, then stared at the darkness in front of him.

"Good. ”

"Good. ”

After a few moments, two voices rang out.

"I need to understand my world. Wednesday instantly returned to his own appearance, skillfully took out the cigarette case in his pocket, pulled out one, and lit the fire.

"Let's try one?" Wednesday pulled out another and reached out to Dark.

"Good. ”

"Your world is calm, complicated, chaotic. Of course, I'm saying it from your point of view. From my point of view, your world is desolate. However, although it is desolate, the emotions here are also the purest, and you have the most primitive instincts, which can also be said to be the goal, which is to survive. In order to live, or to live better, your means are primitive, but they are also diverse. It's a pity that you have all forgotten the same primitive truth, that is, the strong are respected. ”

"All groups, whether they are what you call society or what we call race, are the same. Strength and ability determine everything, and in the face of absolute ability and power, everything is empty. The ants shake the tree, that's just a fable, it's a metaphor. ”

"Understood. Wednesday nodded to show that he knew.

"You have a bottom line, and what you do is likely to touch your bottom line, or even destroy it completely, or even subvert your cognition. Are you sure?" asked Wednesday with a dark squint.

"Sure. ”

"Curiosity kills the cat, your words. ”

"Curiosity is more important. "Wednesday looks like a curious baby.

"Time stands still in this room and there is everything you need, of course just what you need. A dark look swept across the empty room.

"Hmm. Wednesday has long been accustomed to the behavior of this great god, and since he said yes, he is, Wednesday is very sure of this.

Darkfinger pointed, and Wednesday saw a soft light seep into his body.

"Think about it. A dark grin.

Boom!

Wednesday felt like it had become difficult for me to breathe, and I felt like I was drowning from something pressing on my body. Struggling to get himself to his feet, Wednesday looked down at himself.