Chapter 37 Chapter 36

Hopping never fails to disappoint me, providing instant target-shooting entertainment when I'm most bored. It's just that the level of the killers she found recently is getting lower and lower. Although I'm a little drunk now, what kind of killers can I find through a door?I didn't need to be cautious, so I pulled out the double guns on my back and pushed the door open casually. Sure enough, there was another terribly tender killer waiting for me inside. My gun was pointed at him, of course, and...her. "Oh, I didn't expect you to come here by yourself this time." I laughed, and glanced at Tiaotiao who was sitting in front of the dressing table.

The previous few jumps were just waiting nearby, waiting for me to fall in the assassination, but I didn't come to meet directly this time.Could it be that she also wants to contribute this time? What puzzled me a little was that the gun in the hand of the killer who looked a little nervous was not pointing at me, but at Jumping. ah?Jump to?Am I right? "Treat me to put down the gun with a woman I don't care about? Are you trying to laugh me to death, Miu Miao?" I puffed: "Oh no, it's jumping." Tiao Tiao didn't care about the gun pressing her head, but just looked at me intently.

The murderous killer also stared at me with straight eyes. "...You didn't tell me that this man would hold a gun." The killer hired by Jump frowned. Although the killer pretended to be calm, beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead and nose.It's really funny, Tiao Tiao actually hired such a bad killer just to kill me?I think it's just a stinky bastard on the side of the road who just learned how to use a gun. "Stinky Sanba, what tricks are you playing?" I hiccupped and said lazily, "At this distance, even if I'm drunk, I can blow his head off."

Of course I'm not talking nonsense, not to mention that the gun held in the hands of the scumbag killer was too late to point at me, and the opportunity was lost. This kind of time difference is impossible to reverse, unless my hands cramp. "It's not a conspiracy." Tiao Tiao was wearing a gaudy little dress, but the heavy powder on her face could not cover the ugly scar on her face: "I didn't hire this killer to kill you, I hired him to take revenge on you. " "I do not understand what you're saying." "Huoyu, do you love me?" Tiaotiao's eyes were different from before.

"No." I don't mind complaining at all. "You love, but you don't admit it." Tiao Tiao slowly shed tears that I have never seen before: "So, this is the only way I can get back at you." She turned her head and looked at the killer she had hired. Jump nodded. In an instant, my whole body became stiff, and a cold chill gnawed all the way up from the soles of my feet. The killer pulled the trigger. With a bang, the bullet seemed to pass directly through my head, but it bounced and slanted and slid down the chair softly. The mirror on the dressing table was splashed with red.

I stared blankly at the scene in front of me, the two fingers holding the trigger seemed to be filled with raw lead, and I couldn't move at all. "She just hired me to kill her in front of the man she loves." The sweaty killer let out a breath. When the killer put his gun back in his waist, I could kill him easily. When the killer straddled Hopping's body and passed me, I could easily kill him. When the killer opened the door tremblingly, I could easily kill him. but I do not have.I have neither. Because it doesn't matter. Before I figured out why my whole body was frozen, I could only temporarily maintain the position of holding two guns.

Although a woman fell down, I didn't look down at the woman who fell on the ground. No.Not even a glance. I just think this woman is down in my room so I have to hurry up and find another place to sleep tonight. But I didn't sleep.I was in good spirits, top notch, so I sat on the bed and watched TV until dawn.I don't remember what TV show or what movie or TV series I watched that night, but it must have been sensational and tragic, because my tears kept flowing. The TV was not turned off when I left the room, and I threw my coat on the floor because of the stuffy air. Although I had no appetite, I went to the breakfast shop on the corner and ate an omelet, a bowl of soy milk and a deep-fried dough stick. After reading the newspaper on the table, I even read the advertisement column carefully, and then I started to walk along the street.Walking and walking until it was dark, I got a call from Mrs. Pipe and ran to do what I had to do.

Three hours later, I received another call from Mrs. Pipe. At that time, I realized that I was walking on an overpass that I didn’t know where. There was a strong urine smell. "Huoyu, what did you do?" "What happened?" "I told you to get rid of Brother Nan in front of Xingtian Palace next Wednesday night. Did you do it just now?" "Any questions?" "Let's not talk about anything else, the biggest problem is that you go to other people's halls to kill people, and the result is that you also kill the employer who secretly paid the money. What should I do? You can't get the final payment, so don't ask me for it." ,and also--"

"I do not mind." From that day on, I gradually couldn't remember what I was doing when I wasn't killing people. Just remember that tears often flow down unconsciously. When eating, when taking a bath, when sleeping. I never knew if I was so sentimental, or if my eyes suddenly had some kind of emergency, I think, the most likely thing is that the black guitar that I loved so much turned into a whining ghost, chasing from the distant and vague memory, Extortion, extortion, abduction I don't have the regret and pain of not going back to that shitty town to take it away.

No man likes to shed tears all the time, and I certainly hate the weird feeling of constant tears. Later I found out that I don't cry for no reason only when killing people, so I try not to let my guns sit idle.I started shooting in the street.I started shooting under the monitor.I started not minding the fact that I kept shooting when I heard sirens.I do not mind. Are you asking if I have self-destructive tendencies? I don't care about the answer, just raise as you like.I do not mind.Gradually, the unfinished rock audition tape became indifferent.Until my accessory loot, Cicada Fort, got stuck with a stack of dusty brown paper bags under the door, so did I, it didn't matter.

Maybe I left a certain self in that hotel room in Taiwan. I left, but I didn't leave.