[8th story]

【Mu Ye Fanwai】

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Walk in the dark.

The killer is born with a cold aura, and he never likes people to approach, and the people who lurk in the darkness are not unable to approach the light, but-

I don't want to get close to the light at all.

He threw down the gun, took off the black gloves on his hands, and the beautiful and delicate cheeks of the young man were hidden in the shadow of the wide hat, outlining the coldness of the living.

The heartbeat is steady and never moving.

Over the years, I have seen a lot of things, killed many people, and have always lived alone, never felt bad, and never thought about breaking it.

Both black and white try their best to recruit, and every time the criminal is assassinated, someone in the underworld has someone to deal with the aftermath, someone in the underworld gnashes his teeth at him, and there are people who unscrupulously send money, beauty, status, just for one cooperation.

Sometime silently climbed into the villa of an underworld boss, and stood quietly in the hallway, through a door, he heard the plan against himself inside.

"A is still young......

"That's right, young people can't resist lust the most, these few I picked are all stunners, each one is clean, and I haven't been willing to use it myself."

"Will you accept it? A: It's not that easy to fool. ”

"It's always a young man, but I haven't tasted the ecstasy, and I waited until the meat ...... opened."

The young man lowered his long eyelashes, listened in silence for a while, then quietly raised his gun, and through a door, without using his eyes to discern the direction, he indifferently pulled the trigger, and after one sound, then the next.

There was no sound in the room.

He put away his gun, put his fingers on the window, jumped down lightly, took off his gloves flatly, and threw them away.

Light-colored eyes are unwavering.

The overly calm and calm brain, the cold texture of the killer and the gun, he never thought that what the two of them said would become a reality.

It all started with a night alley.

Just finished sniping, with a cold sniper rifle in the guitar bag on his back, he obviously killed someone indifferently just now, but the next second he paradoxically saved someone.

A little mute.

She pounced and grabbed him by the sleeve, but the young man didn't have the slightest sense of avoiding it.

He let her hold it.

Why?

A calm and thoughtful brain can't give an answer.

He even accepted the Band-Aid she handed her.

A small, childish Band-Aid that is incompatible with his dark life.

But there is no way, even if it is a machine, there are times when the program goes wrong.

As long as you encounter a virus that is intrusive enough.

Virus.

It's too apt.

He walked silently in the dark, his heart still steady in the midst of the killing, but he would wander and think about something else. He would think of that night, of the indescribable feeling when the girl's hand came up.

Ecstasy. The calm brain went blank at that moment, powerless to resist, the comfortable feeling made the waist slightly numb, and every nerve seemed to be tense, unable to cope with the pleasure that had never been experienced.

Because of his inexperience, he became powerless at that moment, as if he was being bullied, but he could only let the bullying in silence, and his eyes were filled with water, and he couldn't control the breath between his thin lips.

It turned out to be this feeling.

The moment he finally took possession, the young man who had always been calm understood what it meant to hear those words of others outside the door back then.

Ecstasy? Sure enough, I lost my soul.

The heart that beats calmly is filled with a kind of madness at a certain moment.

This man, it's his.

It can only be his.