"Kasha-"

The voice behind the head passed through the skull, telling the young man with unmistakable accuracy that your life was coming to an end.

"Jiangxi Mu-" The person in the back, 40 years old, has a ruffian but domineering face, just looking at his eyes, cold and killing, there is a sense of chilling. He gritted his teeth, but the corner of his mouth was tilted up a certain arc, and those words were like nails spit out of his mouth: "Lose me 1.5 million at once!" You actually mixed potassium nitrate into the goods. Say - how are you going to make compensation!"

It turned out that the young man's name was Jiangxi Mu. Half of Jiangxi Mu's body is in the area illuminated by street lamps, and half is in the shadow of big trees. He was motionless, but not frightened, but calm, his eyes as indifferent as ice, and the moonlight in the sky was dim and shameful.

The 40-year-old man pushed hard again, almost leaving a deep mark on the back of Jiangxi Mu's head. He was responsible for picking up the goods, but unexpectedly the goods were not pure, and he lost 1.5 million at once. Although the amount is not large, it can make people angry - to do this, the most taboo to deceive! "That's why I brought it here, you can see for yourself." Jiangxi Mu lifted the plastic bag in his hand, "I don't know if it's enough to compensate?" The words were very cold, not as good as he could say at his age.

"I'll take the goods, and I'll take your life." The 40-year-old man suddenly laughed and said, that strategy is simply in control of everything, including human life. Then, with a sneer, the man slowly pulled the trigger again.

"The person in front of me is going to die again, this is the fifth person I killed. Hehe, goodbye. ”

Jiangxi Mu's eyes were sharp, and all the movements were deeply imprinted in his eyes, turning them into slow motion. At that moment, the air was stagnant, and a fallen leaf stopped in the air.

Jiangxi Mu slowly clenched his fists, and the green tendons were like swimming dragons, slowly arching.

"Help--the car can't brake, flash away-"

A crisp shout came from the Yihe Temple in the rear, completely breaking the thick oil-like air.

The 40-year-old man frowned and looked back, but his right hand was still holding the pistol against Jiangxi Mu's head. There was indeed a sudden person in the back. The motorcycle swayed from side to side, and the woman in the car was very flustered, as if she couldn't press the brakes.

"Get out of the way—it's going to hit someone—" the woman shouted in a panic.

The 40-year-old man frowned, but still refused to let go, letting the person in front of him run away. But I'm not sure this crazy woman will bump into her.

After a slight hesitation, the electric motorcycle that could not stop was only more than ten meters away from them. He suddenly felt the muzzle of the gun in his hand suddenly empty, as if it were against the air.

In a moment of astonishment, a cold sentence sounded in his ear like a judgment: "Distraction is a big taboo." ”

Before the 40-year-old could react, his eyes widened - his hand was bent hard by Jiangxi Mu, and at a strange angle, the muzzle of the gun was straight to his abdomen, buried deep in it.

"Revolver-gun, with a resistive muffler, what a fool's job......," said the cold voice again in the 40-year-old man's ear. The sound was so penetrating that it was deeply seared into his mind. The cold sweat on the door of the head instantly welled up.

"Bang, bang, bang—"

Three rings in a row!

The 40-year-old man closed one eye, and the other revealed infinite hatred. If that hatred can be turned into a tangible tool, it will definitely shatter the Jiangxi Mu in front of him into thousands of pieces. It's a pity that he closed his eyes, clutched his stomach, and fell to the ground spasmodically.

A large expanse of blood stained his black clothes, and his teeth and claws continued to expand outward.

The electric motorcycle, which couldn't stop, slowed down and was about to stop. Jiangxi Mu raised his leg and sat down without hesitation. "Let's go—" He lowered his voice, a deep voice echoing in his throat.

It turned out to be a pink Emma electric car with pedals, apparently for women. Jiangxi Mu sat like this, but it made the car sink hard, and slid forward with a groan.

"Huh?" The woman in the car didn't fully understand, but she still drove the motorcycle very sensibly and headed for Tsinghua East Road not far away.

Jiangxi Mu leaned on the back box, but he was calm and relaxed, looking at the woman in front of him who didn't know where to go.

Her hair was wavy, fluttering backwards with the wind, and Jiangxi Mu seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of the hair. Her outfit - if Jiang Ximu remembers correctly, is the latest Korean version of the arrival denim dress, with a wide white embroidered collar against a snow-white neck.

"Did you just get robbed?" The woman asked, but she was glad she had made it to the point: "I went to buy clothes just now, and when I passed this path, I saw what happened to you by an uncle." I'm going to pretend that the car can't brake, so you can get out of it quickly. ”

"I see". Jiangxi Mu thought in his heart.

The woman asked curiously, "But that uncle fell, what's the matter......

"Nothing, hit by your car." Jiangxi Mu decisively interrupted. Superfluous things, he doesn't want to cause more trouble.

The motorcycle drove out of Tsinghua East Road and came to an avenue with a green sign at the intersection that said Shengli Road. The long-lost street lamps shine down again, and the road with people coming and going gives people a feeling of being out of this world. Jiangxi Mu had such a mentality, and he also felt very strange.

Calm, indifferent, hasn't it always been his fine style?

"What's your name? Where to stay? The woman asked.

Her voice was crisp, like a summer wind blowing wind chimes. Jiangxi Mu closed his eyes, as if listening to the crisp sound of wind chimes.

The stranger in the back did not reply, and the woman stopped the car and waited for the traffic light ahead. She leaned over and asked again.

"My name is Jiangxi Mu, and I live in—" Jiangxi Mu was speechless for a while. He had only been in Narcissus City for only half a month, and had spent most of his time in hotels, and he had changed hotels every two days or even one day, and had just left at noon today, out of prudence.

The woman introduced herself: "My name is Song Qingci, I am an economics student at Shuixian Normal College, and my home is also in Shuixian City." ”

That enthusiasm, Jiangxi Mu felt for the first time, the corner of the long-lost iceberg melted slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose up, revealing a small arc. But it only took him a second to recover his indifference, leaned back, and refused people.

"I just came here and can't find a place to stay." Jiangxi Mu didn't even think about it, the lie came easily, his eyes didn't blink, and there was a deep pool hidden in his eyes, but it was covered by ice fog.

Walking south from Shengli Road, there is a large park opposite, and the most noteworthy thing is that there are nine golden dragons holding colorful balls, which is spectacular. "In this way, then you are so pitiful, you were robbed when you first came to Narcissus City." Song Qingci continued to drive the motorcycle, sliding effortlessly across the road.

That sigh sounded very harsh to Jiangxi Mu, especially the pitiful sentence, which exploded in his ears. He sat up straight, his hands crossed in front of his chest, his face expressionless, a wax figure alive.

"Am I pathetic?" He snorted coldly, as if judging himself: "For fifteen years, I have never known what pity is! This has always been synonymous with the weak. God has created every human being only as a decent person as a scoundrel and as a rogue. ”

"What did you just say?" Song Qingci tried to avoid the bus coming next to him, but he didn't hear it clearly, and he always felt that it was some very bad words, which sounded very uncomfortable.

"Nothing." Jiangxi Mu skimmed his head and replied coldly, then looked at the busy traffic on the side. This place is a small city, and the houses on the street are still stuck in the last century, and they have not been targeted by the houses. He seems to have some memory of this, but it is very vague.

"Come to my house later, I can't leave you on the side of the road. I can't do such a thing, hehe. Song Qingci's laughter was as crisp as her voice, just the wind of that summer night.

Jiangxi Mu wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, tonight's action has been targeted by the police, which means that his identity may be exposed, and once exposed, then any hotel will become a regular bomb. "Just-stay for one night." Tomorrow he will find a secluded house to rent, and it is obvious that changing hotels will not work.

"My family lives in Xinyuan Garden." Song Qingci said with a smile: "Let's open for 20 minutes, it's good to get to Jiefang Road." ”

"Wait a minute." Jiang Jiang Mu pointed to the very old door of the community in front of him: "Park in that community and keep the car." ”

The community was built in about 1996, a rather old community, but it is called "Home 520", which is a very literary name. Song Qingci was naturally puzzled: "Why? It's a 20-minute drive from my house. ”

Jiangxi Mu approached Song Qingci's back, and muttered in such a low voice in her ear: "If you don't want to die, just do what I say." This is the best way to protect you. ”

The car shook violently and almost hit Santana, who was driving on the side, causing the driver to be dissatisfied: "The motorcycle is amazing, it's not good to drive, what kind of love and what love!" ”

Such jokes did not stay in her heart. The words in her ears just now were like small knives, all in the center. She shuddered and trembled.

Fear dominated most of her actions, so Song Qingci stopped the car in the old neighborhood and left it there. When she asked the security guard about the night's charges, she wondered, who the hell was this stranger? She was just doing a good deed, but she saved this enigmatic youth.

"It's the best way to protect you." His words rippled in Song Qingci's mind. Maybe this person is not very good at speaking, she has always believed that everyone is a good person, and what is lacking is an understanding.

She turned around and looked at Jiangxi Mu, who was leaning against the railing, looking sideways, looking like a stuffy gourd. "He doesn't look like he's going to be a bad guy." She is reluctant to demonize everyone.

Next, they hit. "Master, let's go to Xinyuan Garden......"

"No, it's to Jia Qianjing Garden." Jiangxi Mu objected again.

Song Qingci's eyes widened, "Why?" "This Jiaqianjingyuan community is more than 500 meters south of the Xinyuan Garden where she lives.

"The best way to protect you." Jiangxi Mu closed his eyes and said lightly. In addition, he was reluctant to say more.

Song Qingci hadn't looked at the stranger in front of him carefully. His hair was like a hedgehog, and his stiff hair stood up one by one, short and spirited. He wears dark blue short-sleeved shirts and gray canvas pants underneath. Tall, it should be 1.7m, and he is very lean. When he opened his eyes and looked at Song Qingci, Song Qingci stared into his eyes and read it carefully.

His eyes were like a pool of deep water that could not be seen, and it was dead and silent without waves. After only looking at each other for a few seconds, Song Qingci felt goosebumps. His eyes were more like a pool of iceberg water, shrouded in a thin mist that could not be dispelled. Even if it is dispersed, I am afraid that there will be a sense of crisis as if walking on thin ice. Never wonder how icy the water of this ice pool is, her sixth sense told her that once her body touched, she was afraid of only death.

In just five seconds, Song Qingci didn't dare to look at each other anymore, but looked out of the car window. The neon lights outside are still wonderful, and everyone's faces are written with smiles written all over their faces. And in her heart, there are many question marks drawn, waiting for her to uncover them one by one.