Time is like a long river, I don't know where it starts and I don't know where it ends, it just flows quietly, but it can't trace its source, it can't find its end, but the river that encounters the reef will always stir up a wave that is great, or intense, or tragic, or small, or inferior. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Whether it's the legendary vampire, the Lord of the Dead: Albert Vanzo, or the Sword of Dawn: Thomas Alexander, the Forbidden: Mars Doro, and the Guide: Paul. How many lives have written vast and small, righteous but evil legends in the world for their own greatness, smallness, inferiority, or noble beliefs.

At the same time, in this long river, it set off its own monstrous waves, but the monstrous waves will always return to calm and be forgotten by the world, and the remaining scale claws will eventually not escape the fate of being swallowed up by this river and worn out, leaving ripples covered by the fog.

These originally magnificent waves have become stories of parents whispering in front of their beds, myths that fool children, and strange stories that the wise despise.

And the only thing that can remember all this is probably only this vast land surrounded by the vast ocean and the bright moon in the sky.

Now, the eternal moon is becoming more and more sacred and selfless under the protection of the starry sky, but today's veil-like moonlight favors Huanghua District, as if witnessing the beginning of a new myth......

The silence of the night has seized the hustle and bustle of the city of 'Hancheng', the capital of Huanghua District, and the quaint city has become more and more mysterious in the moonlight, and the sense of history is so thick that it is as suffocating as a mountain.

And in this eternal silence, a bat suddenly crossed the night, flapped its wings and flew towards the villas located outside the city of Han, and the holy moon in the sky was dyed with a touch of blood at some point.....

The next day, the dawn that pierced the night covered the world with a golden coat, and perhaps in the eyes of many the sun represents light and hope, but in the eyes of some it just represents the beginning of a boring and hypocritical day.

This is even more true for Xie Zimu, who was leaning on the bed, squinting at the golden fireball in the sky, Xie Zimu had an inexplicable expression on his face, it was nostalgia, hope, and contempt, and no one could tell clearly, including himself.

A hurried knock on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting Xie Zimu's speeding thoughts, and before he could react, the unbearable door fell to the ground, and a nimble figure rushed into the room, with a black muzzle pointed at the stunned Xie Zimu.

Looking at Xie Zimu, who was stunned, the burly man holding the gun scratched his head, and said with a heroic smile, "Haha, it turns out that you are fine" After speaking, he casually inserted the gun back into the holster.

Glancing at the twisted gate on the ground, the burly man squatted next to the gate with a dry smile, trying to put the gate back up, and peeked at Xie Zimu with a helpless face from time to time.

The corners of his mouth twitched and looked at the more and more fragmented gate as the man fiddled, Xie Zimu covered his eyes, pointed to the broken gate and said weakly: "Come on, Zheng Yi, let's pay attention to the whole corpse, you didn't just come here to tear down a gate for me!"

"Remember, the three rich people you prosecuted yesterday? Two died" Zheng Yi, who casually threw the door aside, muttered for a long time before squeezing out this sentence.

"Those scumbags, only two of them died, God still hasn't opened his eyes! But you're useless enough, hehe, witnesses can still be killed" Xie Zimu said with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Damn, don't talk about me, those scum are dead, that's not the point" Zheng Yi said here with trembling hands, tremblingly lit a cigarette, his eyes flashed with scorching flames, and said feverishly: ", the earl appeared, he appeared again"

With red eyes staring at his trembling hands, Zheng Yi said frantically: "I'm actually trembling? Fear? No! This is excitement, hehe, three years, three years, I'm a little black, a little bit, slowly tearing him apart, hehe, hehe!"

Looking at Zheng Yi with a crazy face, Xie Zimu's eyes hidden in the broken hair became more and more deep, and he said silently: "Is it worth it?"

"What are you talking about, is it worth it?" wisps of green smoke rose with the click sound of Zheng Yi's clenched fists, "Three years ago, you didn't say goodbye, let me wrap up." ”

"Enough" Hearing the words "Enough", Xie Zimu suddenly glared at Zheng Zhengyi like a mad lion, and the irrepressible madness in his deep eyes was cold, dead and silent, like a black hole devouring the light and heat around him, but Zheng Yi's red eyes were still burning the light of all his things while emitting.

Still the same as before, it was Zheng Yi who took the lead to end this dispute, and Zheng Yi, who sighed helplessly, sat on the floor of the bedroom, and with trembling hands, he handed the cigarette in his fingers to his lips with difficulty.

The rising smoke blurred Zheng Yi's resolute face, and the endless haggard exhaustion in the smoke climbed up Zheng Yi's resolute face.

This was the first time he had seen Zheng Yi like this, Xie Zimu wanted to say something again and again, but he could only swallow back the words that came to his lips again.

Looking at Zheng Yi, who kept squirming his mouth, he took the lead in speaking: "Do you know! Muzi, you are too different from three years ago."

Zheng Yi took a hard puff of cigarette until the feeling of suffocation completely overwhelmed him, and then slowly exhaled the smoke from his lungs.

As soon as Xie Zimu wanted to speak, scratching his head Zheng Yi, he said with a smile: "You seem to have a lot of things on your mind and a lot of secrets now, but what..."

Zheng Yi looked at the puppet-like Xie Zimu and said word by word: "I should take care of you in a small way, and take care of you as I did when I was a child" Zheng Yi at this time was pure and simple like jade against the background of the rising sun.

Xie Zimu, who lowered his head, tried his best to hide his face in his hair, and pretended to be indifferent and said: "No, really don't..."

Without thinking about it, Xie Zimu naturally tried to suppress Zheng Yi, and after more than ten years, the two started their favorite game again......

At the same time, the murder of the tycoon did not affect the Hancheng Central Police Station in the slightest.

As usual, the policemen sat leisurely in front of the office window with newspapers under their armpits, mellow coffee, and unhurried steps, and started their day's work in the midst of chatting and laughing with their colleagues.

With the opening of the office window, the anxious people waved various forms and suddenly flooded the few office windows, not caring at all about the blonde girl with a ponytail that they were looking at unscrupulously just now.

In the crowd of people, the fawn-like panicked blonde girl hugged her arms tightly, timidly and frightened at the crowd getting closer and closer to her, the irrepressible fear made the blonde girl's brain blank, and her empty eyes looked helplessly at the crowd rushing to her.

The helpless girl in the surging crowd is like a lotus flower in the storm, drifting with the tide until she is overwhelmed by the crowd, and the infinite fear in the stumbling completely controls the thinking of this girl who suffers from crowdphobia.

Two Bethana T-512 automatic pistols appeared like magic, and the girl held them tightly in her hand with her delicate fingers α.

With the girl's whisper, the gunshots rang out like a storm of rain, and the cathartic bullets swept the hair of the ordinary people in front of them like a tired bird returning to its nest along a strange but graceful curve.

Until a golden ponytail flung in front of him, the frightened policeman eased up, and suddenly pulled out the gun, the sound of the bolt, resounded throughout the police station, and the ground was trampled by the people who rushed out of the office hall to the crooked slogan, as if to laugh at the so-called professionalism of the police.

Like a delicate puppet, the girl silently looked at the muzzles of the guns that surrounded her, and a trace of imperceptible hatred crossed her empty eyes, and she casually ripped off the silver shield-shaped pendant hanging around her neck.

Seeing the silver shield-shaped pendant in the girl's hand, the frightened policemen instinctively pulled the trigger, and the gunshots rang out one after another like a contagious disease, resounding throughout the police station, and also drowned out the voice of the director who came in a hurry shouting to stop.

The girl who was swallowed by the death barrage did not face the fear of death at all, but was as elegant as a dancer about to play, blooming with a smile as clear as a winter plum.

"Waltz: α" whispers to the dancers to their own tracks, and in this soft voice like a spring breeze, the two Bertana pistols glow with a small but tenacious rainbow light.

Like a butterfly dancing in a storm, the girl in the barrage performs her own dance music at the cost of her life, a warm but cold, delicate but tenacious death dance.

With the singing of Bethana in the girl's hand, the hot bullets, drawing graceful curves, swarmed towards the barrage that flew in, and the flowers of steel quietly bloomed in the tinkling.

The dance of guns, the dance of death, this death dance on the blade came to an abrupt end with the roar of the director.

The director, who is as burly as a bear, struggled to get rid of the protection of his subordinates, and stared at the girl as quiet as a lily in the wind.

Under the fierce gaze of the director, the girl just lovingly wiped the Betana in her hand and threw the silver shield pendant out casually.

Rubbing the pattern on the pendant in his hand, the director looked at the encirclement of the road as the girl moved, and the trace of thought that had risen in his heart also dissipated in the wind with a long sigh.

"Rebecca Ruskin, the Special Task Force for Urban Safety and Health directly under the Supreme Senate" looked at the information on the pendant, and a fox-like sly smile suddenly appeared on the face of the burly director like a bear, "The Supreme Senate, the ruling party of the East Communist Party, hehe, interesting, hehe."

Suddenly, the director seemed to think of something, whispered a few words in his subordinate's ear, and followed the girl back to his office with a wave of his hands......

At the beginning of the lanterns, the gentle evening breeze brought a slight chill, blooming like hibiscus at the entrance of the police station, Rebecca looked at the lead-gray sky in distraction, and her golden hair was as dazzling as sparks bursting from the fire.

Rebecca suddenly laughed, and said with a smile: "Don't let me down" The smile was so enthusiastic and cheerful, but the tone was colder than steel.

It's raining.

The dripping raindrops, extinguishing the golden sparks, looking up at the lead-gray night sky, Rebecca closed her eyes, quietly savoring the feeling of the autumn raindrops falling on her face, the cold made her feel alive.

"Miss, do you need help?" opened his eyes again, but it was no longer a lead-gray night sky, but a colorful umbrella and a tall man with a warm smile.

"Who is he? are you talking to me?" Rebecca thought quietly as she looked at the man in front of her, only the sound of rain and the smell of the sun lingering around her nose.

"Zheng Yi, hurry up!" the warm silence was broken by Twilight's cold voice.

Beside the man who was as warm as the sun, a man with a cold face said coldly, his tone was as cold as ice.

"Yes! here it is!" hurriedly stuffed the umbrella in his hand into the girl's hand, Zheng Yi hurriedly ran to the cold man, leaving an apologetic smile.

Feel the temperature coming from the wooden handle in the palm of your hand.

Listen to the names that come from the rain.

Listen to laughter in the rain.

A smile crept up Rebecca's fair face.

Dancing and humming in the rain, she was as flawless as an elf at this time.

"Zheng Yi and Xie Zimu?"

muttered the names of the two.

The three people who passed by gradually drifted apart..........