Lu Wen didn't like to travel in the morning rush hour the most in his previous life.

In this life too.

He was stuck on the roads in the 14th and 15th districts, which was still the best road in the system analysis.

It's still a little way from the 16th arrondissement.

"I hope I can catch up."

……

District 16.

Life in the slums is as good as ever.

In the worse places, children frolic in the garbage heaps, trying to find something fun with their dirty little hands.

In the better places, on the rows of bungalows, two or three wisps of cooking smoke occasionally rise.

The world does not change because of the death of one person.

The rich continue to be rich.

The poor perpetuate poverty...... Of course, without offspring, it cannot be sustained.

"Why didn't you go out today? Are those people dead? Duan Tiannan sat on the old sofa.

I wanted to wake up and fall asleep with a bottle of beer, but was taken away by Duan Hongye.

Now lying on the sofa, the boredom of this middle-aged man is almost engraved on his face.

None of the western heroes on TV could cheer him up.

"One more than that."

Duan Hongye's calm voice came from the small kitchen full of oil.

There are several other sounds in the kitchen.

Gas stoves, crockpots, spoons, pots and pans.

"I have to eat in the morning, that's what you told me, go to the kitchen and get the dishes yourself."

She walked into the living room with a pot of mung bean porridge and placed it on the coffee table.

Without a dining table, this little living room is everything.

"It's even more elaborate than when I was younger." Duan Tiannan muttered, got up and walked into the kitchen.

The aroma of mung bean porridge is faint, wafting in this bungalow.

Sitting on the couch and drinking mung bean porridge side by side.

TV is still full of boring westerns with textured textures.

Neither of them spoke.

It's been a long time, or maybe it's just a while.

Duan Hongye put the empty bowl on the coffee table and calmly looked at the middle-aged man who was still drinking porridge.

"Actually, I've always had a question."

"Wait until I'm done with the porridge."

Duan Tiannan's voice was also very calm.

He drank slowly, not like he usually drank heavily.

Slowly.

It's as if the porridge in the bowl can never be drunk.

"It's fragrant, and the cooking is getting better and better lately...... You can feed yourself later. ”

Duan Tiannan put down the empty bowl in his hand.

Westerns on TV are coming to an end.

This time, the ending is very special, not the traditional happy ending.

The protagonist says goodbye to his beloved and rushes to the fateful duel, two gunshots are heard in the yellow sand, the people in the town do not wait for the man to return, the villain never appears again, and many years later, only a few people remember the back of the horse who disappeared into the yellow sand......

"Say it." Duan Tiannan is very calm, and in the past, he would sigh for the fate and regret of the protagonist.

"Do you prefer the title of Nightcrawler or the title of King of Killers?" Duan Hongye asked.

"Kill...... What the? Duan Tiannan was stunned, "What kind of bullshit title is this?" Read too many urban novels, right? ”

"That's what it says." Duan Hongye Road.

"Then the king of whatever, in this slum, I can give you twenty or thirty people with this title." Duan Tiannan seemed to have a hard time believing that he was called such a brain-dead.

"Wen Wu first, Wu Wu second, you people who like to walk around in the dark, haven't you ever distinguished the winner or loser?"

"This is modern, not ancient, now it is necessary to kill people to distinguish the winner and loser, who has nothing to do all day long squatting in the corner of the wall and aiming at their peers, the rules are messed up to kill, and it is important to make money."

"Yes."

After the brain-dead title, the topic of the two was slightly opened.

"I have one more question." Duan Hongye said softly, "The last question ......"

"Say it."

"Why did you take that mission when you're already retired? I know it's not because of the 50,000, 5 million that you can't retire. ”

"There are always times when people are down, who doesn't owe a few favors?"

Duan Tiannan sighed.

The middle-aged man looked at the old glass window and seemed to remember a long time ago.

"When I was younger...... When I was very young, I had just escaped from the training camp and went into hiding all the way to this slum, where the man took me in. ”

"That's the first favor I owe, and the last favor I repay."

"Then I wanted to wash my hands and come to this place and live my life so easily, and he came to me and asked me to do something for him...... Kill his rival gang and the family. ”

"I always like to write in those novels that the killer will have an accident at the last mission, which is actually very inaccurate, many guys have successfully retired, got married, had children, and lived a happy life, I thought the same way."

"There were more than a dozen people in that family, and there were a few gangsters who acted with me, and I was worried that their marksmanship was not accurate, so after the incident, I went back to check the scene."

"Their marksmanship is really inaccurate...... There was a little girl who was not hit to the point. ”

"I'm done, that's the story."

Duan Tiannan sighed, habitually wanting to take a sip of beer to moisten his throat.

But there was only mung bean porridge on the table.

"Where to go?" He looked at Duan Hongye,

"Rooftop, the way you like."

Duan Hongye spoke lightly, got up, and threw him a gun.

Very traditional revolver.

A very emotional duel.

The one who draws the gun first loses honor, but he can win the first opportunity.

If the man who draws the gun survives, the honor and the life of the opponent are his.

The roof of this bungalow has not been cleaned for many years, and weeds are growing wildly under the moisture of the rain.

"Alas, if this grass continues to grow like this, our family will be gone." Duan Tiannan casually plucked two weeds and threw them down, "Remember to take care of them more in the future." ”

Duan Hongye looked indifferent and stood opposite him.

Both men had revolvers pinned to their waists.

"I suddenly want to have a beer." Duan Tiannan scratched his head.

"Alcohol is going to kill you." The autumn leaves open on the opposite side.

"I don't know if I'll ever have a chance to drink it."

It's not as sinister as the old Westerns.

Tensions did not rise.

Maybe it's just that usual.

Duan Hongye was the first to draw his gun, and the delicate revolver crossed an elegant arc in the air.

But Duan Tiannan is faster.

This middle-aged man who likes to drink beer is incredibly fast, and in just an instant, the muzzle of the gun is aimed at Duan Hongye.

"Bang-bang-"

Two gunshots.

The people in the slums were stunned for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

Gunfire is frequent in this place.

No one fell.

"Smack!"

The two revolvers, one after another, were knocked off the ground and fell to the ground.

Both of them were a little surprised, looking at the roof of another bungalow not far away.

The muzzles of the two black holes were slowly retracting into Lu Wen's arms.

Machines can be faster than people.

He jumped between the rooftops of several buildings, and his great strength made his jumping ability far beyond that of ordinary people.

After a while, they came to the two of them.

"This is what is called love and killing?" Lu Wen was surprised, "Today is a long experience." ”

"You dare to come alone? What about Xia Chuluo? Duan Hongye frowned, as if he was a little displeased.

"She's had something to do recently, by the way, I'm not a person, I'm a machine." Lu Wen smiled faintly and put Duan Tiannan's shoulder.

"Let's go, let's go down and drink first, I'm very tired and a little thirsty all the way."

……

Good night, book friends.

Anyway, the lights in the bathroom suddenly started to flicker today.

Do suspenseful authors encounter certain situations?

I'm not in suspense......