The people of [Archive] are not very stupid, at least they do not use eye-catching things such as expensive jewelry as [Archive]. 10 yuan of plastic jewelry, so that it will not be stolen by thieves...... Any thief who steals 10 dollars is too unambitious.

Inconspicuous and close-fitting, it is difficult to be targeted.

Jiang Hailan began to think about how to write this mission report...... She stood still suddenly, and didn't look back: "I've followed all the way, what do you mean?"

Quietly in the bushes behind Jiang Hailan, after a while, the black-clothed waiter walked out slowly, calmly observing Jiang Hailan.

Jiang Hailan closed his eyes and looked down at the black-clothed waiter from the perspective of God. The black-clothed waiter has an aura of C-level pinnacle on his body, and it is difficult to defeat Jiang Hailan even if he sneaks up on him, not to mention that he thinks that Jiang Hailan's BUG ability of God Perspective is invalid in his possible sneak attack now.

Jiang Hailan silently waited for the other party to act first, her current advantage is that the other party can't see her own actions,

The black-clothed waiter looked at Jiang Hailan silently, and the two of them confronted each other for 1 minute...... The black-clothed waiter suddenly dispersed with murderous intent ...... The black-clothed waiter breathed a sigh of relief: "Actually, I'm just here to tell you a story. You're such a sabre-rattling ......"

Jiang Hailan looked at him indifferently: "A ghost came out from behind, and then you said that you just planned to tell me a story, this kind of behavior is tantamount to driving a tank into New York and saying that you are just here to rob a bank." ”

The black-clothed waiter smiled, probably because he didn't expect Jiang Hailan to complain, although it was a complaint in a cold style...... "I always have to confirm whether you are credible." ”

Jiang Hailan looked indifferent: "Is it confirmed?"

The black-clothed waiter shook his head: "I don't feel malice, I can only say that you don't look like a bad person." ”

The black-clothed waiter smiled: "What I'm going to tell you next is the story of the eldest lady." ”

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10 years ago.

It is an old orphanage.

Orphanages were left here with unwanted children who were mentally or physically handicapped, and legend has it that there was a kind old man in this orphanage, who had a great fortune like the Count of Monte Cristo. However, for some reason, the old man only used this money to build an orphanage, but his clothes were not gorgeous and even a little rustic.

The old man always likes to kindly watch his children play in the orphanage. The orphanage built with that huge fortune was not very luxurious, but it was definitely comfortable.

The old man always likes to sit alone in an easy chair on the grass of the orphanage, watch the sunset, and then squint slightly and take a nap.

The wine is ordinary sorghum wine, the scenery is an ordinary rural scene, and the people are peaceful and joyful people.

The old man likes to tell stories to the children, and groups of children of all sizes huddle around the fire and listen. In that story, there are mountains, rivers and seas, strange people and strange things, thrilling and majestic that cannot be heard in this ordinary countryside, and there is a boy who talks about brothers' righteousness and chivalry and righteousness as big as them. The old man's mouth revealed a rich and beautiful world.

The old man's favorite is a boy who likes to wear black, and the boy's favorite thing is to listen to the old man's story. In such a place of pure heart, the old man plumped his entire childhood alone.

The boy wondered why the old man would look at the sunset at 5 o'clock in the afternoon and drink a glass of spicy sorghum wine by himself. Occasionally, I'll ask him if he's going to take a bite. He was tricked into drinking it once, and then vowed never to drink this spicy white stuff again. The old man laughed.

The old man said: "Drinking hurts your body, drinking respects your confidants, don't drink with friends you don't meet, it's not worth it." ”

The old man said: "If you meet a friend you like, you should be generous, twist and pinch it not like it, and drink it with a bottle." ”

Every Qingming, the old man would murmur to the rain outside the window: "I did it, you are free." Then he sprinkled a glass of wine on the ground and drank it himself with the bottle.

The boy could not understand, nor could he understand the loneliness of the old man.

The boy thought that although the old man was strange and drank the clear chili water as water, he was probably a kind man.

But why would such a kind person attract enemies?

The boy still remembers that day, a group of people broke into the orphanage and rushed into the old man's door, screaming, colliding and laughing came from the old man's door. Blood flowed out of the dean's door, like an old snake that couldn't crawl and was about to fall asleep forever.

The fire was burning in the orphanage, and the boy couldn't remember how badly he had been burned that day, he couldn't remember how many sounds he had at the time, he just felt a lot of pain and wanted to just go to sleep.

He only remembered that the faces of the group of people were masks, bounded by the bridge of the nose, divided, half black and half white.

The boy didn't know what retribution was, and he didn't know why such a good dean didn't die well.

He remembered a woman dressed in white coming out of the flames with a handful* in her hand.

One, two, three...... Six shots in a row.

Each shot is shot with great intimidation, and each shot hits an enemy, the black and white mask is forced to kneel, and then his heart disappears and his head hits the ground.

All signs of life are lost in an instant, and they are crisp and neat.

After killing the black and white mask, the woman quietly filled the * in her hand with a bullet and fired a shot at the flames in front of her.

The sea of fire was torn apart by this shot. The woman walked leisurely to the dean's side, stood quietly for a long time, and silently helped him close his eyes.

The dean's eyes before he died, staring in the direction of his room.

The woman said: "Chen Duhui, we will help you take care of your orphanage, Huangquan is far away, and you can go on the road with peace of mind." ”

She turned her head and saw the boy. The boy, who had been squatting in the fire, slowly stood up and looked at the woman silently.

The woman looked at him for a moment, then suddenly pulled out* and shot him.

He closed his eyes.

After a while, he found that the heat wave behind him had receded.

The woman asked him, "Do you want revenge?"

The boy looked at her: "All the enemies are dead. ”

The woman shook her head: "These are not the only people who killed him, some of them are little minions." ”

The boy did not speak.

The woman took out a glass of sorghum wine from the fire, and handed it to him: "If you want to go with me to take revenge, you drink it." Otherwise, you pour out the wine. ”

The boy was silent for a moment, then poured the wine on the ground.

The woman raised an eyebrow and turned to leave.

The boy took the wine bottle, pointed at the old man's corpse, and muttered, "I did it, you are free." ”

A bottle of wine was poured down, and the boy looked up, feeling the wine rush into his mouth, and it was extremely spicy.

The woman stood still, and did not speak for a long time.

The boy's tears finally flowed.

It's spicy.

It's bitter.

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