In an unknown alley, the middle-aged man took out a ring from his arms and put it on.

This is his virtual ring. From the beginning of disguise, Xia Lan kept it in her arms until the disguise ended.

Qualified disguise pays attention to every detail. In the trading role with Lao Xiake, he is a down-and-out mercenary. No down-and-out mercenary can have a virtual ring. Even if the virtual ring is not used, it is no different from the usual ring. However, mercenaries do not need rings, even decoration rings.

The virtual ring contained a box of information traded by Lao Xiake. He put it away with the virtual ring in a secluded place in the Gatedam district. He held the box in trouble, but he thought it was troublesome.

When she changed her clothes and returned to the hotel, Xia Lan did not turn on the magic lights in the room because the moonlight tonight was beautiful.

He completely opened the curtains in the room and let the moonlight spread the room.

Sitting on the windowsill, Xia Lan looked up at the sky, the clear and purple moon was intoxicated.

His deep and cold eyes seemed to be stinged by the moonlight, his eyelids slightly closed and his head lowered. He was looking at his hands, killing countless people.

He killed many people.

There is reason, no reason, like an executioner.

He killed another innocent man tonight, and he didn't want to kill him, but he killed him because he was used to killing all factors that would be unfavorable to his future.

For example, if the young security guard tonight did not take action, his disguised identity would likely be wanted by the capital, and the chain reaction would also affect his future mission plan, or even result.

Never ignore a small thing, because one day in the future it may become a fatal backlash for itself.

He has experienced and endured it over the years.

His body seemed to have helped him react unconsciously. The idea of ​​not killing was too fragile to control his body's habits and kill dangerous habits.

Whenever his sword edge takes someone else's life, blood drips down along the sword edge, and the deceased's complex expressions are very numb.

His heart was cold and his blood was cold.

He was once in pain, like millions of ants chewing on his body and mind.

His other face was torture, which shakes his beliefs.

As the blood on his hands became more and more, the pain became less and less, as if he had lost his qualifications.

Numbness, ruthless.

Some people live not to enjoy happiness, but to endure pain. They have the responsibility to live and cannot stop their steps.

Who can understand the ruthless pain?

The rising sun is rising, and a night passes.

This is the second time that Drove has appeared here in the alley between the Gotterdam and the Tung Flower District, but this time, he is the only one.

Drov is almost forty years old. He is used to his current life. He has been in the Royal Guard Hall for nearly twenty years before he has reached the current position of Tonghua District Public Security Bureau, because he is no longer the passionate and impulsive young man back then.

He has a happy family, a virtuous wife, and a filial child who is filial to his parents. He is not the person he used to be. When he began to become steady and mature, versatile, and his once bumpy and difficult promotion became smooth and smooth.

He cherishes his current life and in his future, he may be promoted to the headquarters of the Wangdu Guard Office in the years and become a senior idle bureaucrat until he retires to accumulate a rich family business.

So he tried his best to maintain stability and stability in his work. He did not want any accidents to disturb his future life map.

Last month, his assistant offended a person and was deprived of his position. The headquarters sent a young man to him, a young man who had no backstage but was worthy of attention.

Drov liked him very much because young people were full of enthusiasm for justice and responsibility like he did when he was young. He would stubbornly ask questions and work tirelessly when dealing with every criminal case.

This look made him dislike, so he understood why he was not liked by his boss back then, and he was hindered from promotion for many years. Whenever he planned to deal with it perfunctorily, he would be confronted by young people without rules. Which boss likes such a subordinate?

A few days ago, Drov knew the danger of the murder case in the alley. He had once made a famous figure in the Royal Capital Guard Hall. Of course, he knew that the murderer behind the incident was not something he could afford, so he planned to throw this hot potato to the Gatedam district, but he did not expect that the young man under his command would become stubborn again. If he had not suppressed him strongly, the young man might have had some trouble for him.

What puzzled Drov was that after the incident, the young man seemed to have not suffered any grievances and his daily work was quite normal. The only thing that made people puzzled was the sleepiness he had on his face, which seemed to be caused by lack of sleep, so Drov did not continue to take it to heart.

As a result, his young assistant has not arrived today, and he trembled when a report of a murder case appeared in front of him.

Doom is always accompanied by an unknown premonition.

Drov looked at the young assistant who died in the alley with his eyes open, and suddenly laughed out loud on his expressionless face, barely and dry.

His hands were still holding the posture of covering his neck before his death. Drov glanced at the scar, clean and neat, exactly the same as the dead in black here a few days ago.

He knew that the young assistant must have investigated secretly without telling him, and finally appeared in front of the murderer with a bold act. If he hadn't said something, he wouldn't have died.

So he must have said something, because Drov knew his assistant, just like he knew his past.

But he is lucky than his assistant. He has offended many people without dying, but his assistant has died.

Perhaps how should I explain the death of my assistant to the headquarters boss? The young man is not an ordinary person. The superiors will definitely ask a series of reasons. His stable abacus on the future seems to have been broken.

After leaving the headquarters of the Royal City Guard Office, Drov's hands continued to tremble slightly until he returned to his quiet and unmanned office in Tonghua District. His slightly trembling hands finally became extremely violent.

Drov knelt on the ground, clenched his fists and kept hitting the hard ground, his whole face turned into grief, because his conscience kept torturing and torturing him.

In the explanation report to the headquarters, he shifted all the responsibility to the Gatedam district, and the death of his assistant was also a personal reckless act.

He was sorry for his young assistant, he killed him, and even used his death in distortion because he wanted to protect his future.

If he had not shirked the case and released the investigation, his assistant would not have died like this. If he had discovered the abnormality of his assistant earlier, he would have stopped him from doing anything, but he did nothing.

Drov knew that he had changed and he did not know himself anymore. Now he is like the boss and bureaucrat he despised the most in the past, without accomplishing anything, and is waiting to die.

Because he thought more.

When the chips of the career and family and the death of the assistant are placed on the scale, he tends to the former.

The noise in the office attracted the attention of colleagues and subordinates around him. During several inquiries, Drov signaled that he would disperse them. Drov lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling with his eyes blank, muttering words no one heard.

A tavern on Oak Avenue, Royal Capital.

The tavern is closed because the day does not belong to its business hours, but there are people in the tavern and some people drink.

"You have been drinking here these days, why don't you go to find the man you have seduced?"

In the dim bar, the middle-aged man asked, using a white cloth to wipe the silver wine bottle in his hand.

Ninilu leaned against the bar, tilted her body, raised the bottle in her hand and slapped it in a slight mouthful, shook her head, blushed and drunk, "No need, we will meet again at the right time."

"Why?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Nothing, everyone has their own things to do." Niniluo shrugged her shoulders and said casually.

"All you need is drinking?" the middle-aged man stopped his movements, took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet behind him and put it on the bar and asked.

"Well—" Niniluo turned around, changed the hollow wine bottle in her hand to another wine, and smiled and said, "I only know how to drink now."

"Where are your men?" the middle-aged man shook his head and continued his hand movements and asked.

"I sent them out to the wild, I told them that there will be big moves later, so I indulge them for a while." Niniluo opened the wine plug and started to pour the wine again.

The middle-aged man said, "It seems you are in a good mood."

"Because I always make myself feel better." Niniluo laughed and said, "There is something I have been puzzled by for a long time. Why do you always like to wipe the silver wine bottle in your hands?"

The middle-aged man paused his movements, looked at the silver wine bottle in his hand with a gentle look and said, "Because it is the only gift my wife gave me."

"Where is your wife?" Niniluo said curiously.

"Dead."

"How did you die?"

"I killed it."

After saying that, the middle-aged man continued to wipe the bottle by himself, and Niniluo never asked again.

"Speaking of this, how many years have we known each other?" Niniluo suddenly asked.

"No more, no less, three years."

"Three years-" Niniluo raised her body, opened her arms, as if she was nostalgic. "I remember that I happened to come to this country that year."

"I was just about to leave this country that year." said the middle-aged man.

"We met as a result." Niniluo smiled.

"So I didn't leave." The middle-aged man's tone was also quite meaningful: "But now you are planning to leave more than me."

"I will leave anyway, but the time is different." Niniluo said indifferently.

Everyone has their past, and others live in their past, because that is the meaning of their life.

Niniluo continued to drink her own wine, and the middle-aged man continued to wipe her bottle. They all had their own past, and they all hid their past. Something that made her meet him, and she came to the center of this country with him because they all had to complete their own things.
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