Chapter 27 Chapter 26

It must be said that the killer is not killing most of the time. No matter who you are, you have to live a good life. In the memories that have nothing to do with my life, I have seen a lot of movies and novels about killers. Most of those works describe killers as cold-blooded machines, accepting orders, and then completing tasks. Other than that, there are no real details of life. This kind of narrative is too rigid and unimaginative, superficial!There is suspicion of contempt for the IQ of the audience and readers. When I'm not killing people, I'm eating, bathing, sleeping, shitting, drinking, playing with my cell phone, buying women to sleep with, and using part of my salary to buy a new guitar.

Yes, you read that right, of course I will never forget my rock and roll dream, because rock and roll is my destiny, a destiny that is enough to abandon the killing profession. Although I still don't know how to play this guitar, I can only pretend to play it, but even if a rock singer stands at attention, he has to stand at attention with a guitar on his back, otherwise he will be very unfashionable, I know this better than anyone else. If you ever wondered why I wanted to be a rock singer but didn't want to learn guitar, I can tell you frankly that I was trying to be lazy, but the truth is, I was more honest with myself than I was trying to be lazy.I know that no matter how I practice playing the guitar, I will never be a professional guitarist. Instead of becoming a half-baked guitarist, it is better to focus on singing and give full play to my talents.

I don't practice guitar, of course I practice singing desperately. Compared with Thailand and Myanmar, South Korea is more sensitive to pop culture. In a sense, the cultivation of pop culture is of course more mature. I think I should be able to skip the step of going to the bar to apply for a rock singer. After all, I am not familiar with the place. It was so difficult to find a professional guitar player to help me, and if I didn't have a guitar player, the bar would hardly consider me.Fortunately, I am thoughtful. So I bought another tape recorder, recorded all my wild singing practice, and when I got ten songs together, I would send the cassette to the record company.Yes, yes, I sing a cappella, because I don’t have a guitarist to accompany me, but the record company has professional teachers, and the hearing is of course a professional level. If there is a guitar playing next to me, they can’t concentrate on hearing my voice. How about I just use my voice to communicate with the professional ears of those producers.

If they are professional enough, they can hear that I am full of potential, abundant talent, unique explosive power, and the most indispensable thing in rock - a strong soul. I only recorded two songs, and Brother Liu Zheng gave me another order that was definitely placed by a stinky woman. That bill is still hell. Brother Liu Zheng once told me not to make moral judgments on the list. After all, there is a profession in comics called superheroes. Superheroes can make moral judgments on whether to go on missions, because they want to get everyone's approval or be liked by everyone.But we killers only need to ask whether we can do it or not, and don't ask right and wrong, and don't ask about friendship, lest we have some ghost thing that thinks we are doing justice for the sky.

Brother Liu Zheng thinks that we are not good people anyway, and it is evil to have the idea of ​​doing justice for the heavens if we are not good people. Doing things for psychopathic bastards, but I'd rather stop than pull the trigger. After reaching a consensus, I checked into a cheap hotel in Jiangnan District in the middle of the night with the fake ID given to me by the Devil Express.But this time I didn't even go into my own room, I used my lockpicking skills that I don't even know why I am very good at, and silently entered the room next to me. I set up the camera and kick the sleeping target awake.

Of course I forgot what that target was called now, so let's assume his name is Uncle. I tied the uncle's fingers behind the back with a simple plastic buckle, and then carefully took out the document written by the employer.That document was actually a complex questionnaire, full of grievances and questions that made me dizzy. After a lot of physical communication that made uncle very painful and I just wasted a little effort, uncle must have understood his position very well.I commended the willpower of the sweaty uncle for not being beaten until he pissed out, and then asked him to concentrate on answering my questions, lest I force him to challenge his tolerance for pain to a higher level.

"Start early and end early, hello, I'm Huoyu." I wiped my sweat. "...Brother, you must have admitted the wrong person. I don't have any money." The uncle gritted his teeth. "It doesn't matter if you don't have money, as long as you have life." The tape recorder turns on.That's also part of the mission. Alas, killing people is good, but women seem to be easily overwhelmed. Before killing people, they seem to have to have a spiritual exchange with each other.This psychic exchange doesn't just torture the target, it happens to torture the killer too.I.

"Anyway, listen carefully, the most tragic ending for you tonight is death. Only if you find the final answer to your survival in the maze of questions below, will you have a little chance of living." I looked at this poor uncle with regret , Said: "Don't look at me like this, the one who is mentally sick is the person who made the questionnaire, not me." "Who wants to kill me?" The uncle's nose was still dripping with oily blood. "Sorry, I'm the one asking you the question now, no, the employer entrusts me to ask you the question, if you waste my time by asking me the wrong answer or answering indiscriminately, I'll have to break your knee." I turned the silencer on Upper barrel: "Use this."

"You...are you kidding?" The uncle was shocked. "I like killing people, and I don't mind abusing people. It doesn't matter if you don't cooperate once in a while. I'm looking forward to it." "..." The uncle took a deep breath, as if swallowing a mouthful of saliva. "Okay, let's start. Who do you think sent the killer in front of me, just me? A, Kim Hyun-ah. B, Jeon Young-sook. C, Shin Mi-kyung. D, Others." I leaned on my chin: " Ok?" "Brother, can we discuss it? No matter who wants to kill me, I will pay you twice...no! Triple the price! Let me go!" The uncle looked at me with sweat all over his body: "I'll go out later Immediately go to the ATM to get the money for you!"

Didn't you just say that you have no money? Haha. "So it's D, other things... tsk tsk." I tried to flip through the questionnaire patiently: "If you choose D, then you will come to question eleven. Listen carefully, may I ask, have you been in the past ten years?" How many wild women? A, more than four. B, four to six. C, six to ten. D, others. Huh?" "Wait! I chose C for the question just now! Only that bitch Meijing can do such a thing!" The uncle was annoyed, and then emphasized again: "Brother, I will not lie to you, and immediately withdraw money to the You, I will not go to the police either! Tonight I will act as if nothing happened!"

"If you choose C, Shin Mi-kyung, that's..." I followed the chain prompts under the answer, and looked for it with my fingers: "Well, then answer the sixth question. Have you ever loved Shen Mijing? A, not at all. B, I loved it before, but I don't love it now. C , I have always loved each other, but when we quarrel, I will speak angrily and say that I don’t love you. D, other.” "...B." "Well, B... Let me take a look. Okay, then go on to answer question 31. May I ask what annoys you the most about Shin Mi-kyung? A, things often forget to put them back in place. B, not quite Can cook. C, speak a little louder sometimes. D, other." "That crazy woman Meijing not only forgot to put her things in their place, she just throws them around! She throws everything around! Not only is she not very good at cooking, she has never cooked before! I didn't even watch her cook the hot water. Is it too exaggerated? And she has a loud voice at all, and she has no temperament at all! She is not up to standard, and she always swears some obscene and low-level swear words! But where is the point of making me angry? The point is that she is a bitch everywhere. The stinky mother-in-law! She is really insane! Crazy, bro!" "Psycho...Psycho... There is no such option, so it should be counted as other. Well, then you have to answer question 34, choose other you, you must answer the so-called other is, A, a little bit of getting up. B, When menstruation comes, my temper is a little bit bad. C, I will be narrow-minded when I am concerned about things, but kind-hearted. D, my breasts are too big. E, sometimes watching late night programs disturbs your sleep. F, Others. Others?" "I said just now that she is insane! Nervous! Mental! Sick!" the uncle gritted his teeth. "So or something else?" "That stinky bitch has a sick brain! Crazy!" "Yes, yes, I know you are annoying, but we have to continue to answer question 51... Do you remember when Meijing traveled to Tokyo with you, which thing impressed Meijing the most? A , you sent an LV bag to Meijing. B, Meijing was drunk at the airport. C, Meijing fell when she was on the escalator and you immediately hugged her. D, Others?" "Fuck! When did I go to Tokyo with that bitch? In a dream! It must be a nightmare!" "Other things, then we have to go back to Question 33..." In this way, my uncle and I fell into the hell of chain answering questions. In fact, I don't know who the employer is. That's brother Liu Zheng's business, not mine, but since the uncle has chosen Meijing, it's good that Meijing is my employer.Well, I'm pretty sure Mi-kyung is a slut with infinite psychopathy. I projected infinite sympathy for the uncle, so when the uncle released his negative energy, I didn't really smash his knees. This is a little bit of my heart as a man. It took me almost three hours to follow this complex abnormal questionnaire back and forth, and finally came to the last question.When I asked, my mouth was dry, and the uncle was so tired that he couldn't even scold Meijing for his stinking. I am determined to give the uncle who is about to be driven crazy a refreshment. "Last question, what do you want to be Mikyung's next life? A, husband. B, son. C, dog. D, goldfish. E, father. F, affair lover. G, jewelry. Sorry, it's the end of the question, So there are no other options for this question." "I want to kill that bitch... No, I don't want to have anything to do with that bitch in my next life. I will run away from the beginning." At this time, the uncle must have known that he would die, and stared at him. Look at me: "You still don't do it?" I nod. Although the employer's special request on the list is to "torture him to death in every cruel way you can think of", I really can't think of any method that is more perverted than the stinky and long questionnaire just now. To be scary, to be cruel, and to be devoid of conscience.So I walked around behind the uncle, covered his face with a pillow, and shot him in the back of the head.I let the uncle slowly slant down on the bed. Before I turned off the tape recorder, I remembered that the man representing the whole world cursed a few obscenities at the sound hole.