Chapter 24: I Sell Pastries to Support You

The killer stared at it, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, but such a look flashed, at least Xiangyun didn't see it.

"You want me to kill you with this knife," he asked.

Xiangyun nodded: It's okay not to kill, but you have to talk to me, tell your name, and allow me to like you.

The killer came interested: "Would you like a killer?" Live a life of licking blood from the knife all day long? ”

"I was very supportive of this kind of life before I had no children, if we have children in the future, then I won't let you be a killer, I will sell pastries to support you."

A hint of mockery appeared on the killer's lips, and he said lightly: Child? You're probably thinking too much!

When he said this, Xiangyun suddenly felt that he was very pitiful, there are thousands of people in the world, most of them have the opportunity to be fathers, why does she feel that he is cold in this world, she said that she doesn't know why she feels like this, but women's intuition has always been weird.

Xiangyun stepped forward to shake his hand, but he shook it away stiffly, he threw down a wad of money and was about to leave, Xiangyun grabbed his clothes behind him: "So you are also a coward, you don't dare to fall in love." ”

The killer just ignored him and pushed her away, Xiangyun fell to the ground, crying and chasing him, Daiyu watched thrilling on the side, standing stupidly, Baima heard a lot of movement in the lounge, and came out and asked: What are you playing again.

"It's okay, just Xiangyun accidentally fell."

Xiangyun didn't catch up with the killer, and came back and cried on the table.

White Horse sighed: It turns out that this one is also in love! My western flower shop is suitable for a matchmaker's house.

After the killer got rid of Xiangyun, he returned to an apartment, his residence was less than 2 kilometers away from Xihuadian, the apartment was all blue, blue was ice and water was the color of cold, just like his emotionless heart, but today is different, his heart is no longer blue, he was forced into some other colors by someone, he couldn't say what color it was, I saw him light a cigarette, put his legs on the computer desk, and saw countless windows popping up in communication software, all of which were to buy homicide information, he was the gold medal killer of Gecheng, the code name is as he wishes, because all the orders he took over, never missed, and the piles were as the buyer wanted.

He has an assistant named Blood Sword, the two have never met, they have been in contact through a certain software, Blood Sword gives him orders, 20% of the remuneration, according to his habits, he will receive ten orders a month, every time he kills a person, he will plant a pot of sunflowers on the balcony, and the rest of the time he will hide in the forest park to practice martial arts and guns, occasionally go to Xihua to eat pastries, and play a mobile game called no return, in addition, there are no other hobbies, and there is no social circle, even his neighbors have not seen him a few times.

Among his many orders, he usually chooses the highest honorarium, and the high remuneration also means that the person he wants to kill has a high status, and the difficulty and danger factor are relatively high, but he has never been afraid, because he likes not to return, in his belief, the best fate of a killer is to die on the way to kill others, or be killed by the target.

When he was a student, he once liked a poem, which was "Cai Wei" by the pre-Qin Dynasty, but he didn't like the ending, and these poems at the end have always been deeply imprinted in his mind:

In the past, I went back, the willows were still around, and now I think about it, and the rain and snow are falling.

Walking slowly, thirsty and hungry, my heart is sad, I don't know how to mourn!

He believes that since he has set out on the expedition, he must hold the honor in his hand, and the stars will hold the moon and return triumphantly. Instead of being slow in the way, thirsty and hungry, my heart is grieved. If this is the case, it is better to die on the battlefield, and there is no need to swallow this heavy pain.