I'm called Nightwish.

My father said that he gave me this name because he wanted me to be safe and sound in my life and to be an ordinary child.

At that time, I was still young, so naturally I didn't understand the meaning of my father's words.

I just lowered my head quietly, silently wrote my name a few more times, and wrote the words "Night Wish" on the blank paper crookedly.

My father was a very gentle man, he was a writer, he published many books, he read all over the world, and he was loved by everyone.

His fandom is the youngest of my age, and that's what I saw firsthand at his book launch.

In my memory, my father did not have the decadence and rickets of middle-aged people, he was always smiling, wearing meticulous suits, and always loved to wear his top hat.

My mother said it was all a habit of my youth.

I don't know why my father wore a top hat when he was young, and I even thought there was something strange about my mother's words.

I just think that my father is so powerful now, and he must have been a great young writer when he was young.

My mother was a doctor who had been on the front lines for a long time, and I went to her hospital to see her while she was undergoing an operation.

Her patients said that her mother was a good doctor and an angel who fell from the sky.

I know what angels are, because I have read them in my sister's fairy tale books.

It was a little fairy with white wings, and she always smiled softly at me.

I always thought that when I grew up, I would also be a doctor and become a white angel.

However, naïve I never thought that I had lost my qualification to be an angel before I had time to grow up.

……

It was the coldest season of winter, and it was snowing heavily.

The whirring snow is like a big hand that covers all sins.

My father and I came back from the readers' meeting and couldn't wait to go home to see my mom and sister.

I talked and laughed with my father along the way, and as we approached home, my father looked up at the lights that had gone out upstairs, but his hands trembled.

When we opened the door, we saw only two cold corpses and a patch of blood.

The wind and snow outside were blowing.

The snowflakes coming in through the window blew on my face, and I don't know what was going on, the blood-red patch stabbed me.

I felt my dad cover my eyes, and he said to me in a trembling voice:

"May it be okay, my mother and sister have gone to heaven."

I looked up and asked my father:

"Then did they all go to be angels?"

Dad nodded, and I saw him pick up his top hat.

He touched my head.

"May it be good, wait here, Dad is going to find an uncle for revenge."

I nodded, watching my father's figure fade into the snow.

It wasn't like any writer I'd ever met.

……

I still couldn't wait for my dad to come back.

Three days later, Uncle found me.

He was wearing a black coat, with Cheng Liang's leather shoes on his feet, and he no longer had the usual kind face of looking at juniors, just the critical eyes of his boss looking at his subordinates.

He asked me if I would like to join the family organization.

I didn't understand until then.

It turned out that everything I knew was wrong.

My family, the Ye family, is a family of killers for a hundred years.

My father was not originally a writer, he was one of the best killers in the world, the leader of the Night Family Killer Organization, and the next head of the Night Family, who had been living a bloody life.

But one day, he read a book.

It was a book written by a literary giant, and he hoped to bring warmth to all who read his book with words.

In fact, he did, and the book shed light on his father's walking corpse life.

He suddenly understood that in addition to blood and black holes, there were flowers and children's smiling faces, as well as stars and fireworks in the world.

He didn't want to be a killer anymore, but the assassin who laid down the butcher's knife was not even as good as a dog in this dark place.

He chose to wash his hands in a golden basin, broke away from his family, and was willing to give up his good future and go to a small county town to become an unknown writer.

Later, he met my mom and had me and my sister.

But this good life didn't last long, and the former rivals found their fathers one after another.

Having lost the protection of their families, the top killers who kill like hemp are unable to move an inch in the flames of revenge of these people.

In the end, he still couldn't protect his mother and sister.

They were all killed by their opponents.

My father went to avenge them, but because he had quit the killer world for many years, he was killed by them as well.

I ended up being an orphan.

I saw the hand that Uncle held out to me, and the calculation and shrewdness hidden in his eyes.

I knew he might just be using me.

How can the children of top killers be ordinary.

But I agreed.

I want revenge.

I need to keep my head down.

……

Ten years later, I'm a top killer night song.

I'm better than my father.

They all say that I am a new star in the killer world, and the Night Family will become even stronger under my leadership.

I don't refute or admit it.

I'm used to silence.

I killed the man who killed my father back then, and led the Yaya family to slaughter that organization.

I stood next to their corpses.

I didn't feel anything.

It snowed heavily in March, and it was as cold as it was that year.

I thought of my mother, I thought of my sister, I thought of my father, I thought of the blood-red color of the place.

I felt something warm coming out of my eyes.

It's supposed to be tears, but I don't think it's.

After all, I've become a killing machine, and how can I understand what tears are.

……

I later quit the organization.

There was no reason for it, just that I didn't want to touch the blood-stained knife again.

Whenever I kill someone, I am reminded of that wish I had when I was a child.

And the knife only reminds me that I no longer have the possibility of becoming an angel.

After ten years in business, my status in the killer world is high enough, I want to quit, and no one dares to say a word.

I know what they're afraid of.

Afraid of my guns.

Afraid of knives.

On the last night before I left, a man named Ji Nanzhao found me and rang my doorbell.

He was wearing a white trench coat with a smile on his face.

I knew him, a top intelligence officer, a good spy.

After all, it's a ruthless fight with our killer.

I looked at him, not knowing what he was going to say to me.

Ji Nanzhao took out a document wrapped in brown paper.

There was another detail about the events of that year.

"If it weren't for your uncle deliberately revealing your father's location, with your father's means, your family would have been able to live in peace."

"Your father is strong enough, he wants to destroy your father's hidden danger, and then bring you into the organization to help the Ye family."

Ji Nanzhao said with a smile, and his voice was mostly indifferent.

Tonight's style is cold, and the moon in the sky is also buried in the clouds, I feel a little uncomfortable, and I don't know why.

Actually, I know his purpose, a professional spy came to me, just to let the night family fight in the nest, but he does have some means.

Because I'm not going to leave it alone.

I took a deep look at him.

……

I later killed my uncle.

As soon as the uncle died, the various forces of the Ye family immediately became chaotic, and the second and third uncles were all staring at this position, but they didn't dare to take action because of fear.

After I killed my uncle, I left the night house.

I'm not a qualified killer, and I'm not interested in the power disputes of the century-old killer family.

Not long after I left the night house, I received an invitation from the Elysium Division.

They hired me as a teacher.

I remembered my father's words.

They always wanted me to be safe and secure for the rest of my life.

Probably becoming a teacher was the best choice for me.

I said yes to the Rekuras Division, and the next day I left this world and headed for the Rekuraks headquarters.

The day I left, it was snowing heavily.

Like that year, when the plum blossoms bloomed, I went to the grave of my parents.

I burned their wedding rings for them, and burned my sister's favorite bow.

I hope they will be safe in heaven too.

Just like they wanted me to be.

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