All people know is that in this city there is an ordinary person who has come to the church to pray rain or shine for sixteen years.

There was still heavy rain outside the umbrella, and although he walked forward reverently and silently, it could be seen from those deep eyes that his heart was not calm, and the past sixteen years ago was vividly remembered......

At a certain moment, his misty gaze suddenly froze, and the pace of his footsteps slowed down a lot. He didn't look back, but he felt that there was an extra umbrella behind him.

Underneath the black oil umbrella was a thin young man, who had always kept a proper distance from him, and in such a ghost weather, there were almost no pedestrians on the street, so the boy under the umbrella was particularly abrupt.

The next moment, Chino suddenly changed direction, he no longer walked in the direction of the church, but turned around and burrowed into a narrow alley next to it, which was also a dead end.

As he expected, the black oil umbrella behind him also slowly walked into this narrow alley, without hesitation or concealment, the young man came for him.

At this time, Chino turned around slowly, and through the rain curtain, he saw clearly the young man under the black oil umbrella, which was a handsome face that only that age could have.

After a moment's hesitation, Chino whispered, "Son, do you know me?"

"I don't know!"

The boy replied calmly, without the slightest concealment.

"Haha!"

Chino smiled heartily, not intimidated by the danger he had anticipated, "Then why have you been following me? Can you tell me your name, or can you tell me who you work for?"

He was sure that he didn't know this young man with a good face, and he was sure that he had never offended anyone over the years, nor had he done anything unkind.

Until now, his life has been extremely clean, except for the past that he will never forget.

However, he believed that the boy in front of him should not have anything to do with that incident, after all, when that incident happened, it was unknown whether the boy in front of him had already been born.

The boy on the other side was still calm as usual, but this calm was placed on a teenager's face, but there was a strange and unnatural that was difficult to explain.

The young man smiled awkwardly, changed the black oil umbrella to his left hand, and said coldly: "I followed you to kill you, as for my name, maybe I'll tell you later." ”

Chino was also extremely curious and surprised to hear that a child could talk about killing people so calmly, he nodded his head, and there was no anger on his face, "Okay! Then I won't ask, but, child, I advise you to hurry home, it's not what you should do at your age, you know......?

Speaking of this, Chino's gaze suddenly froze, "And, seriously, I don't want to commit any more sins, especially to kill an unarmed child." ”

The rain fell extremely fast along the edge of the black oil umbrella, even faster than the raindrops falling from the sky, and the young man looked at Chino with cold eyes for a long time, he was sure that this middle-aged man was sincere, but he couldn't let this person go.

After shaking the cuffs slightly, a scalpel appeared strangely on the young man's right hand, it was light and narrow, and the lines were like a beautiful willow leaf, "Perhaps, I'm not defenseless." ”

Because of a hint of affection for Chino in front of him, the young man paused and added, "I heard that you are a swordsman, I can let you use the sword first." ”

Seeing the scalpel in the young man's hand, Chino's breathing paused very obviously, because the scalpel reminded him of several murders that had occurred in the city of Ilta in the past month or so, and two of the dead in those murders were still his old acquaintances, although he had long been isolated from politics and did not attend their funerals, but he still heard about the state of the deceased's corpses.

"I didn't expect that the murderer turned out to be your little child!"

Chino's attitude towards the boy in front of him changed instantly, and he no longer regarded the boy in front of him as an ordinary child, but as a devil.

He didn't want to kill, but for the devil, that was a different story.

The next moment, Chino's left hand suddenly grasped the middle of the umbrella handle, and with a slight force of his right hand, a narrow sword nearly two feet long was drawn.

"If you go with me to the sheriff's office and turn yourself in, and then repent before the gods, I won't kill you!"

While admonishing the young man in front of him, Chino condensed his fighting spirit, and after a while, a layer of blue mist was shrouded in the top of the narrow sword.

"Rank 7 swordsman. ”

The young man said to himself, without expression.

Swordsmen can be roughly divided into ten levels, of which in addition to the first-level swordsman and the tenth-level swordmaster, each level of swordsman's fighting spirit has a different color, from the second level to the ninth level, respectively, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and white.

The color of the Dou Qi represents the vibration frequency of the Dou Qi used by the swordsman, the first-level swordsman cannot use the Dou Qi, and the reason why the Dou Qi of the Sword Master has no color is because the peak state of the Dou Qi is virtual, you can't see it, but it is the most powerful.

After the boy finished speaking, he nodded at Chino, meaning that you can make a move.

And Chino didn't expect that when he saw the color of his vindictiveness, the young man was still obsessed, he raised his head helplessly, the sky was blocked by the umbrella, but he still seemed to be able to see the gaze of the gods, and after silently reciting a confession, he locked his eyes on the young man again, "You strike first! Although you are a murderous demon, I hope that the gods can forgive you for your mistakes, and of course, I hope that I can also forgive what I did." ”

The young man snorted coldly, "I don't have time to be humble to you!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the young man's body like an unstringed arrow, rushing towards Chino like lightning with the black oil umbrella in his hand, and the stagnant water on the ground behind him instantly formed a white line.

At that moment, Chino finally knew why this boy could kill so many people, and why he was not afraid of himself.

But Chino didn't take it to heart, after all, he was a seventh-level swordsman, and he had experienced a big battle, what scene had he never seen? More importantly, the young man in front of him didn't know how to use fighting energy, and it didn't seem that he was a swordsman, but he had such a terrifying speed with his good physical fitness.

Seeing that the black oil umbrella came to him with a splash of water, the color of the narrow sword in Chino's hand was even better, and at a certain moment, the narrow sword was gorgeously swung out and went straight to the young man's right hand.

However, a scene that frightened him so much that he could not forget it for the rest of his life appeared.

The scalpel in the young man's hand, with a terrifying speed that he couldn't react at all, directly slashed through his narrow sword, although his sword body still had a layer of fighting qi burning, but the inconspicuous scalpel in the young man's hand was like cutting through a piece of paper, instantly splitting the narrow sword in two, and even Chino himself didn't feel the power generated by the collision of the two weapons.

The next moment, before the blade could be shaved off and leave the hilt, Chino felt a sudden chill in his throat, and he began to bleed without even feeling a trace of pain.

What was even more terrifying was that before Chino had time to fear, the scalpel was plunged into his heart again, and the speed was the fastest he had ever seen in his life.

His body was instantly paralyzed, the items in his hands were directly smashed by the rain, and his whole body fell backwards, but he tried his best to turn his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, no fear, just surprise.

At this time, I saw that the scalpel in the young man's hand had disappeared ghostly, and the right hand quickly grabbed Chino's collar, and then slowly laid him flat on the ground.

The water on the ground was bitterly cold, and Chino wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

The boy slowly squatted down, using the black oil umbrella in his hand to cover himself and Chino above the chest, he did not have the joy after success, nor the struggle after killing.

"Thirty seconds to go, I said I would tell you who I am!"

The boy calmly looked at Chino's gradually weak pupils, "My name is Nisser, and I don't know who you are, just like I don't know who my parents are. However, I know that you are their murderer, and I don't know if you can understand this logic. ”

At that moment, the young man clearly saw Chino's expression tremble suddenly, it was the expression after a sudden realization.

"Huh!"

The boy smiled bitterly, "I can see from your reaction that maybe you have remembered something, but I don't know it myself, it's pitiful, right?"

At this time, the sudden realization on Chino's face turned into a smile, with a smile full of apologies, mixed with a little relief.

Ten seconds later, with that relieved smile, he gradually lost consciousness.