Chapter 58 Assassin 2004

Assassin 2004 Feng Tang I. 911 Killer School In the foothills of the Himalayas, the school of 9/11 killers. A peak, a stone, a pine, and an eagle hover over the top of the pine. One flower, one stick, one old man, a group of young men in short clothes, all eyes fixed on the old man with the lotus in his left hand and the bamboo stick in his right. The old man asked: Can people live forever? A boy answered: No. The old man's right hand moved slightly, the bamboo stick was as slow as a bamboo joint, and as fast as lightning came out of the clouds, the right thumb of the boy who answered the question had turned purple.In the 911 Killer School, answering one wrong question can range from losing a sword in ten days to missing a finger.

The old man asked: Can people live forever? A boy answered: Yes. The old man moved his right hand slightly, and the bamboo stick was as slow as bamboo joints and as fast as lightning coming out of the clouds. The boy who answered the question lowered his eyebrows and saw that the end of the bamboo stick had been inserted into his body, but there was no pain or a drop of blood. "Yes? I'm trying a little harder, and you'll never know what it's like to have trouble again." The old man asked: Can people live forever? A boy answered: Human beings can, but a person cannot.

The old man asked: why? The young man replied: Human beings are made of flesh and blood, and they are all destined to decay.When the yin and yang of a person are in harmony, and the descendants continue, they can live forever.The old man moved his left hand slightly, and a petal of the lotus flower fell without wind, and the young man who answered the question stretched out his left hand to catch it.In the 9/11 killer school, if you answer one question correctly, you can learn the three-style swordsmanship alone or go to the reading room of the old cadres in the school library to read "The Complete Embroidery of the Golden Lotus" for three hours: "...Ximen Qing took off his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, the woman stretched out her hand Come and tear off the trousers, feel the words, they are soft, and the straps are still on it..."

The old man continued to ask: What is the ultimate purpose of your life? Teenager Answer: Maximize the chances of my genes being preserved. The old man continued to ask: What method? The boy answered: To be an emperor, you can be whoever you want, Zhang Ziyi, Lin Chiling, Wu Ma, Sharapova. The old man continued to ask: What if you can't be an emperor? The boy answered: kill.Be a killer if you are not an emperor.Kill everyone who has a better chance of reproducing than me. The old man asked: Even kill the emperor? The young man replied: The emperor should be killed the most.I keep asking you, why do you train killers?Why is your killer school called 911?

The old man moved his right hand slightly, and the bamboo stick was as slow as bamboo joints and as fast as lightning coming out of the clouds. The boy who answered the question lowered his eyebrows and saw that the end of the bamboo stick had been inserted into his body. There was no pain, no drop of blood, and then he could not move. , the lotus petal in the heart of the left hand slipped into the valley. The old man looked at the trajectory of the lotus petal and said: You are not a good killer.Good killers don't ask questions, haven't you seen the movie?The killer said a few words, but was killed by the good guy instead.Good killers kill people and then talk to the dead. Good killers know all the answers they need to know.Their brains are the masters of their hands, and their hands are the masters of their swords. They make a decision in an instant: kill.

II. Jing Ke's 227 BC At noon in the winter of 227 B.C., in the city of Yan, the sounds of people on the streets were rarer than dogs barking. The dog meat hot pot stall of Gou Rou Zhang has just been set up, and the big pot of stewed dog meat has not yet been added with onion, ginger and garlic, so it has a strong sour smell.Gao Jianli's Heaven and Hell Nightclub was still dark and closed, and a few young ladies who got up early came out from the side door, wrapped in cotton coats, and brushed their teeth and washed their faces in the sewers on the street. Standing at the dog meat hot pot stand and the nightclub in the sky and hell, the short Jing Ke shouted: "Go to bed early and get up early to be healthy, dog meat Zhang, Gao Jianli, don't sleep, get up."

Gourou Zhang saw a package on Jing Ke's body and asked, "Is there a dog's head in your package?"so big?Tibetan mastiff, right?It's valuable, it's still the old rules, sell me?I'm trying to make white water dog head meat. Jing Ke said: Your mother, for a street fighter like me, of course there is a human head in the package, a precious human head. Gao Jianli said: Do you drink Erguotou in the morning?Are you going on a long trip? Jing Ke said: Today I want to finally prove that I am the real Street Fighter.Really anything can be immortal: the real bad girl Bao Si, the real idiot Kong Qiu, the real adulterer Lu Buwei are all immortal.If I am immortal, you can also be blessed and immortal.I owe you too much, dog meat Zhang, I eat your dog meat and drink your Erguotou for nothing.Gao Jianli, I sleep with your busty for nothing, and look at your wife for nothing.I was born in this world, let you listen to me read for nothing, watch me dance sword for nothing, after I die, let you be immortal for nothing, and we will be even.

Gourou Zhang said: Don't be such an idiot.Gai Nie and Lu Goujian are Street Fighters.One of them is better at swordsmanship than you, and one is better at chess than you.When people scold you, stare at you, and despise you, you don't even dare to fart, so you run away. Jing Ke said: I am more street fighter than them.Street Fighter doesn't swear, Street Fighter kills.Street Fighters don't stare at people, Street Fighters goug people's eyes. Gourou Zhang said: Tian Guang and Fan Yuqi are the real street fighters. They said, your pronunciation is wrong and the pronunciation is wrong.They said, your swordsmanship is not good, you have no murderous intent.

Jing Ke said: I am more street fighter than them.I am not murderous?Both Tian Guang and Fan Yuqi committed suicide in front of me. My sword was still in its sheath, and their heads were in my parcel.Do you know what is the best material to be a Street Fighter?That's just me, I don't scare people, because I have no concept of fear since I was a child, I don't know the difference between killing and not killing. Gourou Zhang said: Good.If you go and kill Qin Wang Yingzheng, you will become a Street Fighter.I'll give you a piece of sauced dog leg to eat on the way. Gao Jianli said: Good.If you go and kill Qin Wang Yingzheng, you will become a Street Fighter.I hit the fou, I will give you a song, you can sing a duet with your boba, don't hug my wife, my wife hasn't brushed her teeth and washed her face yet.

The north wind in Yan country howled, accompanied by things like ice flakes and snow grains, cutting the face like a knife.Jing Ke hugged Boba with both hands. Boba was wearing very little clothes, but Jing Ke's huge hands were wrapped around like a dog-skin waistcoat. Boba heard Jing Ke's clanging heartbeat, and she was not cold at all.Jing Ke sang: The wind is rustling, Yi Shui is cold.Once the strong man is gone, he will never return.Jing Ke said: Gourou Zhang, there was a piece of gold in my house that I couldn't hold, and it was given by Prince Dan. I know you are short of liquidity, so I gave it to you.Gao Jianli, I have the right arm and long hair of your youth idol in my box, which was chopped by Prince Dan. I know you have had a crush on her for a long time, so I gave it to you.I'm going to kill Ying Zheng.

. . . Jing Ke's right hand moved slightly, the sword stick was as slow as bamboo joints and as fast as lightning came out of the clouds, and then Ying Zheng lowered his eyebrows and saw that the end of the sword stick had been inserted into his body, but there was no pain or a drop of blood. Jing Ke asked: Do you know that people can live forever? Ying Zheng said: I can, and so can humans. Jing Ke asked: Do you know who is the most difficult for top killers? Ying Zheng said: I don't know. Jing Ke said: The real emperor.The top killers figure out that the genes of these emperors have a better chance of survival than the killers.You deserve to survive more than I do. I love you more than I love myself, and you love your great deeds more than you love yourself.A good killer asks no questions, I know all the answers I need to know.After I die, you kill all the people in this hall, and then tell the world that my sword was not drawn.You know, I made a decision in an instant: don't kill. III. Zhu Zenglu's AD 2004 Yunnan University, male dormitory. A table, a chair, a bed, a glass of water, a steamed bun, a thermos, Zhu Zenglu has not left the dormitory to go to class for three days. Zhu Zenglu has no shoes and no money to buy them. In 2000, when his parents sent him to Yunnan University, they brought 6,000 yuan with them. After paying the tuition, his parents bought a train ticket and a few steamed buns, and left all the rest of the money to him. Including a round coin and a dime note, a bulging envelope was packed. Zhu Zenglu has been waiting for the school's student loan to be paid, and then went to the small grocery store in front of the school to buy a pair of fake Nike shoes made in Wenzhou.The small boss in Wenzhou said that it is not as good as before. More than ten years ago, they nailed Nike hooks and Adidas tobacco leaves to the same pair of shoes. Now, their boss in the town hired top designers from Italy. , living in his own home and responsible for designing new leather shoes.The Nike shoes that Zhu Zenglu likes have white ground and black hooks, clean and neat, not fake at all.He likes the curved hook of Nike, like a machete, a big hammer, and like a bloodstain that is gradually thinning out due to excessive blood loss. In the past three days, Zhu Zenglu had three dreams repeatedly, but he could not analyze the connection between them. One of the dreams is military training. After shaving his head, he and all the incoming freshmen wore summer uniforms, and stood in a row on the military camp playground together with the poplar trees. Under the setting sun, it was red and green.He likes this feeling, everyone is the same, they all wear the same clothes, they all have the same hair, you don’t have to talk, just stand up, no one knows that your family has no money, no one forces you to talk.The instructor stood in front of the team, fat and majestic, with cheeks hanging down to the mandible, and the head, viewed from the side, formed a right-angled trapezoid with a long base and a protruding chin.The top of the head is basically bald, and the few remaining strands are grown very long, starting from the left sideburn, crossing the forehead, and then inserting obliquely behind the head, and finally the tip of the hair almost circles around and returns to the starting point. The instructor shouted in Henan dialect on the loudspeaker: "Students! Comrades! The new generation of college students of the motherland! It is your first time to come to the barracks, welcome!" They applaud. "Students! Comrades! You come from 26 provinces and cities and 119 counties. My office has a blank map of the whole country. I marked all your hometowns with pins!" They applaud. "Students! Comrades! When you arrive at the barracks and wear military uniforms, you are soldiers! For the first time, you shouted to me, 'Kill!'" "Kill!" they shouted in unison. "Not loud enough! The girl shouted first, 'Kill!'" "Kill!" the girl yelled. "Well, the boys yelled, 'Kill!'" "Kill!" the boy yelled. "Boys have lower voices than girls! Everyone shouted, 'Kill!'" "Kill!" they shouted in unison, the leaves of the poplar trees rattled and the tiles fell from the roof of the barracks, and they were frightened by their own voices. "Okay! Eat! From tomorrow, sing before eating! Kill!" The second dream is an old man. A peak, a stone, a pine, and an eagle hover over the top of the pine. One flower, one stick, one old man, Zhu Zenglu stared at the old man with the lotus flower in his left hand and the bamboo stick in his right hand, and asked: How can I live forever? The old man answered: Kill all the people who are more likely to reproduce than you, who are richer than you, who can speak more than you, who are more attractive to girls than you, and who are more attractive to teachers than you. Zhu Zenglu continued to ask: What is the best growth condition for a killer? The old man replied: Hate and suffering, take a cold bath, and enjoy solitude.Heaven is about to send a great mission to man, so he must first suffer from his will, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, empty his body, and disturb his actions.So tempted to endure, Zeng benefited what he couldn't. Zhu Zenglu continued to ask: What is the most powerful killer move? The old man replied: It is the simplest trick, one hit, kill.No tricks, just faster, so fast that others have no reaction.Kill, just one word, kill. The third dream is the city of Yan State. On the street, the sound of people is less than the barking of dogs, and the dog meat hot pot stall of Gou Rou Zhang wafts out the aroma of stewed dog meat.Jing Ke is singing: The wind is rustling, Yi Shui is cold. Zhu Zenglu said: Hello, idol. Jing Ke said: Why am I your idol? Zhu Zenglu said: I learn from you.Gai Nie and Lu Goujian, one seems to be better at swordsmanship than you, and the other seems to be better at chess than you.They scold you, stare at you, scorn you, and you walk away without farting.My classmates threw cups and scolded me in front of me, but I didn't even fart.Someone gave me two cents to wash his socks. His socks hadn't been washed in two months and they could stand on the floor. I washed them. For two cents, I bought a steamed bun.They didn't take me to drink, and when they came back after drinking too much, they peed on my bedside.My pillow was wet, I waited for them to pee, I turned the pillow over, the slightly dry side was up, and continued to sleep.You are my idol in action. Jing Ke said: You have only learned my tranquility. Zhu Zenglu said: I only learn from your tranquility.You are not a real Street Fighter, not the best killer, and you still failed to kill Ying Zheng in the end. Jing Ke said: So, you only learned my tranquility.You know, I made a decision at the last moment: not to kill. Zhu Zenglu said: To kill or not to kill is the same in front of the best killer, just like whether the lotus in the pond will bloom or fail today.What I want to tell you is that I can definitely kill Ying Zheng, I am the real street fighter, I am the top killer, if I make a decision in an instant, it must be, kill! Zhu Zenglu likes military training, it was his best time in college.The old man who taught how to kill, looks very much like the principal of the killer school in the computer game. Damn, it's this unlucky old man who always asks strange questions, so that he can't pass the seventh level. He can't pass the level. Watch fairy sisters with tiny asses and tits striptease. The assassin biographies of "Historical Records" can almost be memorized, but Zhu Zenglu still can't figure out why Jing Ke didn't kill Qin Shihuang Yingzheng, "Can't draw the sword? Pull the dick!" These three unconnected dreams passed through the end Zhu Zenglu couldn't get rid of the word "kill" in Zhu Zenglu's mind: kill, kill, kill. Zhu Zenglu tried his best to cover his ears with both hands, not wanting to hear the killing word at any time, but the sound still seeped into his ears from the fingers of his hands, repeatedly hitting between his palms and eardrums.Unable to stay alone, he gathered a table of cards in the dormitory, including him, five people.His ears could no longer hear the killing word, but the voices of those poker players sounded, even worse than the killing word: "You cheated." "You are uneducated." "You have no future. Cheating in such a trivial matter, other things can be imagined." "It's not surprising that no girl likes you." Zhu Zenglu smiled. He found a voice that was even worse than Shazi, and he politely invited the four poker friends out of the dormitory. One of them entered the dormitory for the second time on another day. After closing the door, he felt the sound of the wind. He looked up and saw a big hammer with no nose or mouth falling to the ground, and then heard the sound of his own skull smashing. Zhu Zenglu felt that the poker player was lying on the floor, bent like a Nike logo, so he said to the corpse: You curse, I hit a hammer, you and I are even.He put the body in a black garbage bag, taped it shut, and locked it in a closet.Then, I ate a steamed bun and drank a cup of boiling water. Although it was just a blow, it was very exhausting. So three times, four hammers, and four sentences, there are four more corpses in the closet.He ate a total of four steamed buns and drank a pot of boiling water.He turned his head and glanced at Jing Ke who was sitting on the upper bunk: Did you see it?I demonstrated it four times, you should have learned it, right?Kill, one hit, kill, kill. After killing four times, Zhu Zenglu couldn't hear the word "kill" in his ears, just like the sound of whistling could no longer be heard in his ears after going to the toilet and emptying his bladder.He made another appointment at a poker table in the evening, and he wanted to hear if there were still curses in the world.He thought: If there is scolding, it is troublesome. Although the hammer can still be used, there is no room for more corpses in the cabinet. That night, no one scolded Zhu Zenglu.At the beginning, his luck was always bad, and he lost several hands in a row, so the others were naturally happy.Zhu Zenglu analyzed it. This is not surprising. It is naturally bad luck to touch the hand of the corpse.He went to the toilet several times in a row, touched his penis, and urinated.In the second half of the night, luck gradually improved.Later, it was so good that others kept calling him a magic hand horse. With good luck, others began to respect him, and there was no more scolding. After the game was over, a crescent moon hung above the bed, and the dormitory was extraordinarily quiet because there was no one else.Zhu Zenglu fell asleep quickly, he didn't dream of military training, the old man, or Jing Ke.He dreamed that he had a son, and Zhu Zenglu called him Zhu Dachui.The son swayed around, and Zhu Zenglu called his son's name: Sledgehammer, Sledgehammer, Sledgehammer. 2005/1/31