Chapter 45 Chapter 44

I know it won't be long before everything I'm going through now will be a dream. There is not much time left, but I have no intention of cherishing this body at all. Anyway, my soul is about to come out of my body, and cunningly reincarnate into a clean life. But experience is still useful after all. In retrospect, the reason why "me in this life" still becomes a killer is all because I met that bald fat man in that shabby bar in South Korea, and opened the briefcase he left behind. I guess the bald fat guy is the manager of "a certain me" I guess "a certain me" tried to kill him before but it didn't work, hell it's something like this residual impurity that made me repeat the same mistakes , unable to carry out my rock and roll life smoothly.

I can't make the same mistake again, I have to quickly erase all traces of the existence of "me in this life", lest they haunt my beautiful next life like ghosts. Brother Liu Zheng was my first manager, so I flew to Seoul first and found Brother Liu Zheng's roadside coffee truck. Brother Liu Zheng, who saw me from a distance, waved to me and ordered cheesecake for me pretending to be enthusiastic. "Why are you free to come to me today? I heard that you have been killing people in Taiwan recently, haha!" Brother Liu Zheng laughed to himself: "Aren't you busy shooting you!"

"Yeah." I grabbed the cheesecake with my hand and stuffed it, and said vaguely, "Today it's your turn to shoot at you." "..." Brother Liu Zheng was stunned for a moment: "Are you kidding, brother?" "I'll kill you first, and then your wife." I put the two guns on the small round plastic table, and sucked my cheese-stained fingers hard: "Bang, bang." "Oh...why?" Brother Liu Zheng's expression darkened. He didn't beg me for mercy. He really understands his current situation very well, and he understands the madness of what I said and did.

"Isn't it too tiring to find a reason to kill someone?" My gaze signaled that brother Liu Zheng could compete with me, and whoever picks up the two guns on the table first can kill the opponent: "But if you have the ability to kill me If so, I don't mind if it's me who dies here." "..." Brother Liu Zheng sneered, but the muscles at the corners of his mouth that were used to sneer were twitching. "Take it? Why are you being polite to me, Brother Liu Zheng." I rolled my eyes on purpose. As expected of a manager who has worked as a killer, brother Liu Zheng didn't waste my chance to roll his eyes and look away. He grabbed the double guns on the table with both hands, and without saying goodbye, he pointed at me without hesitation. trigger.

I laughed, but Brother Liu Zheng didn't. There were only four clicks and clicks fired at me, and the bullets in the two guns were already taken out by me. "Just kidding." But I didn't laugh. I took out the double guns that were actually fully loaded from behind, and said to Brother Liu Zheng, "Don't bother with me." Of course Brother Liu Zheng, a man with a big picture, would not care about me. He just lay back on the chair and recalled his life as a poet, and then wrote the last bad poem for the bullet hole in his forehead. Men just walk the talk.I went to the cash register of the dining car and said to his pale wife: "Sister-in-law, the cheesecake is delicious, but the coffee is mediocre. Put the cart before the horse, this shop haha. Also help me tell Brother Liu Zheng that he wrote Those poems suck, they're blind."

Of course my sister-in-law agreed with me too much, so she immediately rushed to send a message to Brother Liu Zheng. I don't know who the ghost with whom I've been at odds with has been, and I guess it's impossible for me to suddenly find out just because I really want to know, so I'll just let her go.But I do know where to find my other three agents. I flew to Hong Kong, and I went straight to the airport toilet to blow the head off of the match head I invited, and I used the gun he brought me specially. Then I immediately took the next flight to Japan, and as soon as I entered the country, I went to the second-hand record store run by Mr. Funai. I went behind the counter and clicked him while he was still eating.

Only Mrs. Pipe in Taiwan is left. But Mrs. Pipe is quite tricky, because the flower shop she owns is not open, and I can't find anyone, and when I call, it goes straight to the voice mail of hell.It's okay, it's not over yet. After the plane landed in Bangkok again, I casually got two guns and enough bullets to shoot down the stars in the sky, and chartered a car and set off directly to the Thai-Myanmar border.I slept all the way.It was midnight when I woke up. Midnight is great.I got out of the car and started to clean up the bloody traces of "this life me". On unfamiliar yet familiar streets, attics, taverns, casinos, and brothels, I kept shooting and shooting to wipe out all the odds and ends that I knew about Huoyu.

I swear that after tonight, there will be no traces of Huoyu's life in this ghost place, and there will not even be a legend of two guns that Huoyu once slaughtered this small town on the Thai-Myanmar border.In the future, no one will accidentally meet the "me in the next life" and accidentally push me, who is full of bright future, into the dirty and dark world. I don't allow it.Never allowed. There is one thing that the doctor who claimed to be my best friend in this life was wrong. I didn’t feel happy at all when I killed all the garbage. I just pulled the trigger mechanically, as if the people who were shot were all strangers. It was a corpse without a tombstone before it fell.While I was shooting, I was inexplicably crying, what a special drug.I spent one night helping my "next life" clean up the corruption impurities that may appear on the Thai-Myanmar border. I only feel sad for this necessary journey.

There is one thing that Thailand is leading the world in technology, and that is sex change.I admit that I thought about this for a few seconds, but I really don't want to force my dick to become a dog just because I want to completely make the "me in the next life" completely ignorant of who the "me in the previous life" is. Vagina, doing that is really irresponsible to the "me in the next life".Although I don't know "my next life", I'm sure he doesn't like that artificial vagina. Anyway, Mrs. Pipe hadn’t been shot yet. Before deciding which country “my next life” would wake up from, I returned to Taiwan first.

This time the flower shop is open. I rushed in, but I didn't see Mrs. Pipe. "The old lady is in the hospital." The girl at the counter said while playing with her mobile phone, without even looking at me. "Hospitalized?" I frowned, "Why?" "Of course you're sick when you're hospitalized...idiot." The little girl from the shop Gu responded to me angrily. "Which hospital?" I made a gun shape with my finger and pointed it at her head. "President Rong." "Where's the ward?" "I don't know!" The shop girl still didn't look at me.

I went to Mr. Rong, opened the door of every ward to have a look, and searched for several hours before I found Mrs. Pipe. She has become thinner, but thinness is not the main problem. The main problem is that her whole body has been pierced by plastic tubes into a deformed appearance, and her mouth is covered with a respirator. It seems that she will not live long. There was a nurse standing in the way of her, so I knocked her out and then shook Mrs. Pipe who was sleeping. "I'll kill you." I patted her wrinkled face. "..." Mrs. Pipe looked at me...or didn't look at me. "Hey, I said I'm here to kill you." I took out my gun and pointed it at her face: "Wake up." "..." Mrs. Pipe suddenly widened her eyes. The electrocardiogram machine next to him started beeping, and there was only one unresponsive horizontal line on it. she died.Mrs. Pipe died before I could kill her. I was originally here to kill her, bastard, but now I have become the first incense who came to die. This is not my original intention at all, damn it.I was in a bad mood, and it took a lot of patience not to blow Mrs. Pipe's body into a hive. Walking out of the hospital, I immediately went to another hospital. It has nothing to do with being handsome or not. I randomly found a plastic surgery clinic for facial surgery.My standard is very low, just try my best not to be like me now, preferably two completely different people, I don't care if I cut my bones or fill my face with weird things, the important thing is that I am completely different. "X-rays show, Mr. Jin, have you had at least two plastic surgeries?" The doctor studied my facial bones with a hesitant expression. "Oh really? That's great, just keep working hard." I really admire the old me. When I walked out of the plastic surgery hospital, there was still thick gauze on my face, and it was already dark. Under the gauze was densely packed sutures. Although the anesthetic hadn't receded, there was a slightly hot and swollen feeling. I don't know if it was my hallucination.I don't care, but it's true that I'm a little curious. When the gauze is opened in a few days, my next life will be revealed. The face is done, and I still have the tattoo on my chest to deal with. Lasers can't clean up tattoos completely. I still have such knowledge in my head, so I have to find a tattoo master to make a good transformation of this burning fire fish. Just when I was looking for a tattoo shop, a black-and-white advertisement posted on a telephone pole caught my attention, with the words "Tattoo Shop" simply written on it, and a rough drawing with a marker pen that read "Today up" sign. Well, there is no address, just simply going up? This is an old neighborhood near a big park, surrounded by old apartments, the apartment next to the telephone pole has no door, the upward sign probably refers to this place, right?I walked up the stairs half-believingly, and I didn't see the strange shop that was built until the top floor. It was a small house that stood alone out of thin air. The windows were bright and clean, and there were a bunch of unsightly flowers and plants planted at the door. I don't know if he can't do business or doesn't want to do business. The boss just wrote "Tattoo Shop" on a piece of canvas. Even if it's open, maybe I'm the only customer this month. I walked in, and a female tattoo artist in her early thirties was flipping through a magazine in a loose T-shirt. Instead of describing the room, describe her.Her hair is very long, her legs are very thin, and her oval face is devoid of any color or emotion, which makes the whole field of vision exude a sobriety that makes one not want to make a sound. She looks at me and I look at her. "I want a tattoo." I said. "Okay." She replied. She brought me a black cloth. I blindfolded my eyes naturally and lay down on the bed. For a long time I was just silently waiting for the first movement to happen to my body and she didn't say or do anything, I guess she just looked at me.watch me.Or thinking about something I have no way of knowing.Just when I was suddenly surprised by the blindfolded behavior I followed silently just now, her needles were already moving on my body. Damn I must have been here before, right? Sure?I have a sad, reincarnated, pins and needles intuition-could every tattoo on my body be the masterpiece of this female tattoo artist?Black and white faces, beetles, flaming goldfish.If I have been here before, I must kill her when I leave later, lest she... lest she... lest her what?What can she do to me? When the black cloth blindfolded was untied, it was already dawn. Sunlight filtered through the glass shutters on the roof. I saw that the burning goldfish was still there, but I had an electric guitar on my chest.The pattern of the electric guitar is a flaming flame, and the goldfish becomes a mere symbolic embellishment. The warmth of the early morning sun on my new tattoo makes me love this electric guitar even more.If I restart in a certain day and place, and see this super rock flame electric guitar on my body for the first time in the mirror, I will definitely rush towards my real dream with the shortest straight line distance! It's beautiful, I said in my heart.Then I saw those two guns that I put on the ground. It turns out that this female tattoo artist is still doing the only thing she should do in this situation? "Do you know me?" I slowly picked up the two guns. "Take it." She held out her hand. But instead of asking for money, give money. "You pay me?" "Tattooing is my hobby, not my profession." I took the banknotes suspiciously. Barely bothering to look at me again, she went straight to bed and fell asleep. I look at her.In order to take the money she gave me just now, I stuck the two guns into the back of my waist. I thought it was a bit too contrived to pull it out again on purpose. I help her close the door. When I left the tattoo parlor, I had only one question left. ——When will I be reborn in the next life?