one,

Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport, France, early morning.

The hall was brightly lit and crowded with people. The huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows let out the lights and reflected the orderly takeoff and landing of the planes. It was raining lightly. When she walked out of the security gate, she saw the woman waving from the opposite side.

"Hi, Yahan, here."

"Ruolin."

The woman who picked up the airport was tall and had a pretty face. She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and an elegant white winter coat. Her black hair was tied up casually behind her head. She had a similar personality to Yahan, who was currently the vice president of a large company.

Similar independent temperament, but more relaxed. The two hugged in the hall. Ruolin reached out and took Yahan's suitcase: "I came at the right time. The morning in Paris feels good."

"You're not causing any trouble, are you?"

"Where, I live alone, I wish I had someone to keep me company."

Yahan grinned: "I'm afraid that I'll scare away the people who really come to keep you company."

"You……"

The two women walked out of the airport chatting and laughing. Ruolin put on a beige windbreaker: "Honestly, I didn't expect you to actually travel alone. How are you with Xu Mo?"

"Why do you always talk about me and Xu Mo?"

"He has been pursuing you for many years, haven't you always been together? This year I met Lizhen and he said that we might get married. I have made plans to return to China."

It was raining lightly, and there was a cool morning breeze outside the airport. Roads, overpasses, passing vehicles, pedestrians, and lights were all reflected in a delicate navy blue rain curtain. The cold and warm outline of the modern city at the moment before dawn. Ruolin walked toward herself.

He opened the back cover of the car, put the box in, and frowned: "What? Are they all rumors? What do you mean to Xu Mo..."

Beside the car door on the other side, Yahan looked at the brightly lit airport hall and frowned slightly: "We are not together, but... if we want to get married, Xu Mo and I seem to be the most suitable, right?

"

"Appropriate?" Ruolin looked over with doubtful eyes.

"suitable."

"Well……"

She nodded and stopped talking about the topic. The two of them got into the car. Ruolin started the car and turned around with a smile.

"Welcome to Paris."

two,

"Human beings will shine with the strongest light when they are in a desperate state of mind. Humanity, strength, blood, and sentiment will burst out like burning. That is also the most brilliant moment for everyone..."

It seemed that a certain lolicon named Yu Shouxi had said something similar, but the specific facts... he had never seen it.

Blood, flames, dead bodies, collapsed walls and messy houses. The music played on the DVD was "Ode to Joy" by a certain choir. The blood-stained man was tied to a chair in the middle of the house and blocked with a towel.

Mouth, a man named Zhushen Wu Nian stood in front of him, holding a hammer in his right hand, beating the time like a baton, his eyes slightly closed, a little selfless in the music.

"Da da da da... holy and beautiful, the bright light shines on the earth, we are full of fiery enthusiasm... da da da da da da..."

The music played to a certain point, and a bang of gunshots rang out in another room, followed by chaotic gunshots. The intoxicated expressions of the gods froze in mid-air, and then, the hammer in their hands slammed down, and the person was about to be killed.

One of the fingers of the man tied to the chair was smashed to pieces. He spread his hands and looked at the broken room.

"Li Ming - Dao Xu, please can you be a little quieter, is it okay to be quiet?"

"OK, I'll try..."

The man's answer came from the gunfire over there, and the gods blinked and nodded: "Great..." Before he could finish his words, the rumble of a grenade explosion swept through the entire villa and was weakened.

Waves of air rolled in from the door, blowing his hair to dance. The man froze there for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly and shook his head. His eyes turned back to the man's face on the chair, which was twisted in pain, and to where he was smashed.

The bleeding fingers turned back to the hammer in their hands, with a painful expression on their faces, and they made helpless gestures.

"Oh... this is really... you know, I'm really sorry, oh... this must hurt, but I can't control myself when I'm disturbed. This is a... bad habit." He held up his hands.

Dancing in the air, he then patted the man's distorted face a few times, "Beautiful music, magnificent flames, it's such a beautiful day. On such a day, you feel the most brilliant moment in your life, and there is a connection between us."

Fierce collision, fierce... Imagine that two lives that were originally unrelated suddenly had such a fierce intersection, what should this be called... fate, no, fate, just fate, Joseph..."

He looked into the man's red eyes, with a slightly nervous smile on his face. Then, he hit the hammer with another bang. Veins popped up on the man's forehead, and blood almost oozed from his twisted face.

"You see, that's it, right? You must feel that this intersection is so strong. Every time I think about this kind of thing, I will be very excited... Pain, pain can make people feel their own survival, what a wonderful feeling, although

Some people try to avoid it. Joseph Joseph Joseph, that's the look in the eyes, that's the way it is... You know what? I knew we could be friends from the first time I saw your photo..."

He swung the hammer in his hand twice, but did not smash it down. He took out a CD case from the side with his other hand: "Look, I like this CD very much. It's great music. We have similar tastes in music, but

..." With a bang, the hammer finally hit.

"But I didn't find the song 'Blue Caribbean' in your collection." He rummaged through the CDs on the shelf, and everything was thrown to the floor. Then he turned around and spread his hands, "

This song can make people feel a kind of magnificence, just like the sound of nature. You must listen to it if you have the chance... You know, I would be happy to introduce the beauty of this song to you in detail, but unfortunately we cannot

There is no more time. As a friend, I just want you to do me a little favor and tell me where he is. You know... all you need to do is just nod your head, and then I know I can block you.

Take the damn thing off your mouth, you said it, I'll leave, and then you can go to the store and buy that song back, listen to it all day long without being disturbed, and have a good night's sleep... It's up to you.

There are only two fingers left on my left hand..."

boom--

"Okay... now there's only one left..."

The music continued, and the gunshots continued in the villa. For a moment, a siren sounded faintly outside the window. The police car stopped outside the villa. Zhushen Wunian took a deep breath, and then shouted over there: "Please

——Can you make this world a little quieter?”

"OK, I will try my best..."

As soon as the voice in the room on the other side finished, red flames shot out from the window on the other side. The shooting of the rocket launcher cut through the night. The police car exploded and raised an astonishing flame. At the same time, it brought huge shocks. The sound of music was shaken by this huge blast.

The explosion covered the past. Zhushen Wunian rubbed his forehead and spoke to the man in front of him: "Bazooka, I didn't even know he had a rocket launcher. You know, he is a madman..." He walked aside to adjust the DVD and stretched out his fingers.

Pointing to his forehead, "...there is a problem here."

The two of them continued to look at each other amidst the sound of music. God Wu Nian hummed a song. After a moment, he reached out and pointed to the side. In the air, a faint sound of crying could be heard from one side of the room. A tied man

Before there was a look of fear in his eyes, the gods suddenly turned to the other side and spoke: "I have said it a hundred times, can you be quiet?" With this shout that shook the room, a gun was fired at the gods.

Shen Wu Nian's hand continuously emitted firelight. The man nodded desperately, and the bullet had penetrated the cabinet on one side of the room. A corpse fell out of the cabinet. It was a child of fifteen or sixteen years old. The gods had no idea.

Nian shook the pistol and sighed.

"Oh, he looks so much like you, your eldest son... You see, I have actually known that they were hiding here for a long time. My request is very simple. I just want them to be quiet, really quiet.

, but why can't I be satisfied with this trivial request? This kind of thing really makes me very sad, all the time... very sad. The world is like this, even if it is a trivial request, you often have to

To be satisfied... Did you notice that I used the word 'them'? I know there is one in the cabinet next to me, but you saw it, I am very fair... Oh, by the way, I noticed that you were nodding just now,

I'm sorry, I will help you put these things away. If we could communicate in such a friendly atmosphere early in the morning, such a...regrettable thing would not have happened."

He curled his lips: "...This is all your fault."

Three minutes later, Zhu Shen Wu Nian wiped the blood stains on his sleeves with a tissue, and met another man at the door of the villa. The flames were burning in the villa behind them, and the music of "Ode to Joy" came from the villa.

, far in the night sky, there seemed to be a large police force rushing towards this direction.

"If I knew I would be attacked, I would never live in such a remote place." A companion named Liming Daoxu held a metal box in his hand and looked back at the burning villa, "Where to go next?"

"France." Zhu Shen Wu Nian tilted his head, "That guy went to Paris to attend some messy financial summit. He received news of an assassination and left early this morning... Ha, politician..."

"Paris, I like that city."

"I hate France."

"Why?"

"The French are against everything, they even oppose their own country and government, and they euphemistically call it freedom..." He reached out and threw the tissue into the fire of the police car on the side of the road. "In my opinion, they are the same as those who pursue individuality and oppose everything.

Children are no different...even though their country and government are really stupid."

"Oh." Liming Daoxu nodded noncommittally, "But speaking of Paris, we may see Minamoto Yori and his partners in the past."

Gods Wu Nian stopped: "Are they in Paris?"

"There is a mission that requires the assassination of a French dignitary. I guess I will let them do it on the way."

"Okay." Before the police car arrived, they opened the door of the car parked on the side of the road, "Let's go to Paris."

…

"You know he's Chinese, and I hate Chinese people."

"Of course...because you are a patriot."

"Yes, all Japanese should hate Chinese."

The wind helped the fire, and the music of "Ode to Joy" spread far in the night sky...

three,

"Although we are familiar with each other...I will still sue you for defamation..."

On a rainy morning, in a cafe on the left bank of the Seine, Minamoto Yori Toso threw the newspaper on the table and frowned slightly.

"That matter has nothing to do with me." Across the dining table, the young partner was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper without raising his head. "Besides, you really don't like women."
To be continued...