The boy breathed a sigh of relief, and even ignored the wounds on his body, and strode out the door.

For some reason, at this moment, he even felt that this very ordinary-looking house seemed to be much more terrifying than the prison of the Security Division.

Even in this case, the boy remained cautious, pushed open the door, looked around cautiously, and after confirming that there was no one from the security department, he walked out.

Escaped.

This is the truest feedback in the teenager's mind.

But the moment he stepped out of the door, it felt as if a hand grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back violently.

The owner of the palm has a lot of energy, and if he is not injured, he may tear it.

But nowadays...

The boy returned to the room again, raised his head a little dazedly, and looked at Yu Sheng, who was standing opposite him, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Yu Sheng closed the door with his hand, still with that calm expression: "I didn't restrict your freedom, so... This should not be considered an unlawful detention. ”

"At least you've left this room."

"Well, that's it."

In the end, Yu Sheng didn't forget to nod his head to prove that what he said was indeed very reasonable.

...

The boy couldn't remember how many times he had broken down in just half an hour.

The immature face of the rest of his life was as terrifying as the devil in his eyes.

"Sit casually."

"You're badly injured, it's best not to move, and remember to help me clean up the blood from the floor."

"Otherwise I'll be unhappy."

After Yu Sheng gave two instructions, he casually put away the medicine on the cabinet, sat on the chair next to him, and fell into that state of daze again.

The boy stood still, a little sluggish, and for a while he didn't know whether he should rest for a while or clean his room.

"It doesn't seem to be a delusion."

Yu Sheng sat in the chair a little distracted, and every time the teenager's emotions collapsed, wisps of pale gray energy rose into the air and disappeared into the picture scroll in his mind.

And the dragon stick in the scroll also looks a little more solid than before.

It's slow, but it's working.

In other words, is it okay for this energy to come from other people's emotions, and to create these emotions by oneself?

Yu Sheng had vaguely figured out something, and his eyes lit up a little when he looked at the young man.

And the young man who was dragging his seriously injured body to clean the room felt a little cold in his back at this time, like a thorn in his back.

What he couldn't accept the most was that the wound on his chest was still dripping blood at this time, and every time he wiped off a little blood, more blood would drip on the floor, endlessly.

Seeing that the young man's breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and he looked shaky, Yu Sheng took two steps forward considerately: "Your injuries are very serious, and if you have too many radical movements, you will die." ”

In the disbelief of the young man, Yu Sheng went to the bathroom and took out a piece of soap and handed it to the young man: "It is more convenient for the sulfur soap to clean the blood, so that you can rest earlier." ”

The young man indifferently took the sulfur soap, without joy or sorrow in his heart, and knelt on the ground numbly, wiping the floor.

Yu Sheng watched as the gray gas escaping from the top of the young man's head became less and less, until it was gone, and after a pause, he immediately got up and came to the young man again.

"I thought about it, sulfur soap hurts my hands."

snatched the sulfur soap back, and watched the gray gas emanating from the top of the young man's head again, and sat back in the chair with satisfaction for the rest of his life.

"I agreed!"

As if he had made an important decision, the young man took a deep breath and stood up, looked at Yu Sheng and said solemnly.

"Give me pen and paper, I want to leave a suicide note before I die."

Yu Sheng looked at the boy blankly, puzzled.

"If I don't kill myself anyway, I'll die of blood loss."

"It's better to die with dignity."

"Didn't you say I owe you my life, and I'll pay you back now."

The boy raised his chin a little pride.

At this moment, he seemed to be determined to be the world's number one killer on that sunny afternoon, so high-spirited and young man.

Killers should not be afraid of death, and even have the courage to face death.

Originally... Unconsciously, he had forgotten his original intention, but fortunately, at the last moment, he regained his dignity as a killer.

"You can't die."

Yu Sheng shook his head decisively, without any hesitation.

With such a stable source of energy, it would be a pity if it died.

"No, I have to die!"

"Only death can defend the dignity of my killer."

But the young man stubbornly shook his head: "Okay, since you're already going to die, don't keep such a thing as a suicide note, killer... There are no feelings. ”

As he spoke, a small blade suddenly appeared between the young man's fingers, slowly slashing towards his neck.

Slowly closing his eyes, the boy recalled his life again, as is customary for dying people.

Half a year ago, I was determined to be the world's number one killer.

Three days ago, I received my first order.

In the morning, step on the spot, in the afternoon, do it.

Defeated, fled, mistakenly entered the wolf's den, and died.

It's not quite satisfying, but... After all, it's a killer's life.

Unconsciously, the corners of the young man's mouth outlined a smile of relief.

Yu Sheng got up, frowned, and looked at the young man's face seriously for the first time by the moonlight, and then said a little strangely: "Are you really a killer?" ”

"I haven't killed anyone, and I don't smell of blood at all."

The young man suddenly opened his eyes and glared at the rest of his life: "I just missed, if I was given time, I would become the number one killer in the world sooner or later!" ”

"Forget it, I told you that you don't understand!"

With disdain for the rest of his life, the boy closed his eyes again and reminisced about his life.

"The location is wrong, the place you are going to row is the trachea, and you won't die in the first place."

"And it's going to be painful."

Yu Sheng kindly pointed out.

The young man's hand holding the blade froze in mid-air, hesitated for a moment, and adjusted his position slightly.

Damn, I have to remember my life again.

The boy cursed.

"Not here either, it will spurt blood."

"The room was dirty and difficult to clean."

Yu Sheng frowned, a little unhappy.

...

"I'm going to die, do you know what it means to die?"

"Can you not interrupt me?"

"Huh??"

The young man's muscles burst out, and he looked at the rest of his life and roared angrily!

Due to too much force, the wound cracked, and the injury deepened again, and he fell to the ground in pain, clutching his chest, wanting to let out two wails, but maintaining the dignity of a killer, he endured it.

"Is there any point in death?"

"I don't understand."

Yu Sheng pondered for a few seconds and shook his head: "Next time I kill someone, I'll ask them." ”