Taking the opportunity, the black dog looked at this person a few times, and the first thing that caught his eye was the hands, which was also regarded as the occupational disease of the black dog, and she always looked at the hands first when looking at people who knew how to do something. The man's slender hands were slightly protruding, and the sides of his index finger and thumb were thick calluses, and the black dog couldn't help but shrink his neck when he looked at the sword he placed on the table.

Strong but not too burly figure, dressed in a black trench coat, the black dog looked closely, and could see the two daggers at the waist under the trench coat. A black hair is neatly tied on the top of his head, his fair and somewhat pale skin does not have the temperament of a "white-faced scholar", and his three-dimensional facial features combine to form this very handsome face, but the sharp and deep eyes make people dare not look at him more, just afraid of being blocked by a sword.

The black dog suddenly remembered such a poem in his mind: Do not seek to be strong, but to kill human rights!

This aura of darkness and murder can only be baptized with blood in mission after mission, and there is no other way! The black dog will never admit that this man is a real killer!

But he was one thing different, most killers didn't want to be exposed to the public, and would never expose themselves until they succeeded, but this man made no secret of his evil spirits, two possibilities - he was unprofessional or he didn't need to worry about it at all.

Thinking like this, the black dog's eyes couldn't help but darken a little.

The man raised his eyes and looked at the black dog, this guy still watches people? He seemed to feel an unusual aura, and the murderous aura was a little heavier.

"What do you want from the guest?" When the black dog was pondering, he was forcibly interrupted by a gaze, and the black dog and the man looked at each other again and couldn't help but feel nervous, his own behavior had aroused suspicion, so he immediately returned to his usual smile and asked with a low waist.

The man didn't say anything more, just waved his hand to let the black dog back down, he lowered his head and drank a glass of wine, just as he wanted to investigate, the sense of crisis disappeared, maybe he was just nervous!

The black dog stepped aside and hid behind a pillar, quietly hiding his breath and secretly observing the man. Seeing the man pour a glass of wine into his stomach, he seemed to be sad and wanted to get drunk to relieve his sorrows, and the black dog secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whoosh-"

The black dog glanced at the pillar where he was hiding behind him, and a chopstick was firmly embedded in it, and the black dog immediately looked at the man.

"Your Excellency has been watching me for a long time, and I don't know what is important?" Although the man's words were a little drunk without strength, his murderous intent was revealed.

Seeing that he couldn't hide anymore, the black dog secretly blamed himself for being troublesome, but still walked to the man's table: "It's okay, but you seem to be worried!" ”

"Oh? Then tell me what worries me? The man sneered, but didn't deny it.

"People like you ......"

"What kind of person am I?"

The black dog barks badly, and if you talk too much, you will lose, and you have already lost a game!

"How can someone like you understand?" Although the man was a little suspicious of the black dog, he still didn't take the black dog in his eyes because of his boldness, and said indifferently.

"Humph! What is there not to understand? The black dog sneered, "It's just that you have no fixed place to live, running around, you can't break free from the locks on your body and you can't untie the knot in your happiness!" ”

"Sit!" The man grabbed the black dog's wrist and pressed her to the seat, then pushed over a glass of wine, "What's the explanation?" ”

The black dog didn't actually know him, but told him about his past experiences. If you don't cross and complete that task perfectly, the black dog can go back to remove the identity of the killer and retire to be an ordinary person.

It's just a profession that sounds cool but is actually very painful, and the killer must have some faith and sustenance, otherwise he won't be able to come back when he goes out on a mission, and he won't be able to bear it when he comes back. At the same time, it is a very dangerous profession, which means that you can't have a lot of ordinary, and the higher the status, the more tasks, the more clues will be left.

In the end, there are only two endings: death or retirement.