"I like women."

As Minamoto Yori Toso stated, his partner put down the newspaper, raised his head, and looked at each other.

"Okay, it has nothing to do with me anyway..." He tilted his head after a moment, "But that woman is really good in bed."

"Have you been there?"

"Last year... I would only recommend it to you if it has quality. I think you should have a wider range of interests. After all, being constantly speculated about being gay is not a happy thing..."

"Are you sleeping with women just to prove that you're not gay?"

"Well, it's just a suggestion...and she has been interested in you for a long time. Your rejection will definitely make her very sad..."

"Will you be sad?"

"..."

There was silence for a long time before my partner picked up the coffee and took a sip: "Maybe... maybe..."

"oh."

Neither of them had much say in whether they were sad or not. With a shrug and a smile, the topic ended here. After a while, the two of them had breakfast and walked out of the door. Each held an umbrella and passed through the crowd. Minamoto Yoritomo

Chuang buttoned up his sleeves as he walked: "We'll do it the day after tomorrow. Two days should be enough to do the investigation. How about you?"

The partner frowned slightly and glanced at the rain-shrouded Seine River: "Confirm the mission, and then go to visit the grave."

"Natalie's?"

"Well, this is your first time doing something like this. What should you pay attention to?"

"Comb sweeping...just cleaning..."

"Well, cleaning..."

"Give me something you liked to eat before you died..."

The two of them stopped at the intersection and looked at the pedestrians around them. They were both a little funny. Speaking of which, each of them had harvested more than three digits of lives on their hands. They had never done such a thing as sweeping a grave. But it makes sense when you think about it.

Grave sweeping is nothing more than cleaning. The partner nodded, chewing on the meaning of the words, and then pointed to the turn to the left, while Minamoto no Yori pointed to the right. The two turned around and separated, and walked a few steps. Minamoto heard the sound coming from behind.

Voice: "Uh, I said..."

"What?" His partner looked at him a few steps away.

"Personally, if you really care about someone, wouldn't it be better to find another woman for everyone to see?"

Minamoto Yori Chaochuang nodded: "Move the target?"

"Move the target."

Regardless of whether they are killers or agents, people in the dark world generally have nothing to worry about, because once they are attacked, the enemy will use all possible means. There is no morality in this world, probably because he has sensed the thoughts in his heart.

Some kind of unstable factors would make a partner speak out about this kind of thing. Even if they are partners, there are not many people in their profession who would give advice on each other's private matters. Minamoto Yori Toso smiled: "I understand.

...You are still as rational as ever."

"Just hoping to stay alive."

"The situation is a bit special." Minamoto no Yori Tosohiro said, "For example...how do you feel about Natalie?"

"You mean love?" He was already talking about the dead person. His partner thought for a while and said, "I think...it probably doesn't count. I can't summarize it, but I will feel sad when she dies."

"For me, it's probably a symbol, or a connecting point or something."

"Symbol, connection point..." The ordinary-looking young man in the crowd laughed clearly, "I understand. Although I can't empathize with it, I think I know what it is."

"See you tonight."

"See you tonight."

They turned around and parted ways.

…

He held an umbrella and walked through the streets of Paris in the rain.

Just want to live...

Of course, life is not that simple. As a life, it must have various meanings.

His code name for becoming a killer is "Hallucination", and currently he is called Bai Ye. The code name is just a code name, and it does not have any meaning in itself. Although many people have said that this code name suits him very well. It obviously exists, but it doesn't feel like it at all.

Generally speaking, he obviously killed the target, but in hindsight, it seems that it never happened at all. Even the fact that someone lost his life seemed like a dream. He was just like an ordinary person doing what ordinary people should do.

, in his hands, murder is neither the intensity of destruction nor the decadence of disappearance. Everything is ordinary and reasonable.

Killing is just killing, just like everyone has what they are doing. His childhood experience determines what he is best at. It is probably meaningless to say that he cannot help himself or the cruelty of struggle. It is only now, and it is determined by the unchangeable

It is a accumulation of the past. Some people work as mechanics, some play football, and some play the piano, but he just kills people. There is nothing abnormal about this, and he does not get any pain or embarrassing emotions from it.

Of course we have encountered difficult situations, but it must be the same as when a technician encounters a machine tool that is difficult to repair, an athlete encounters a ball game with a disparity in strength, and a pianist encounters a complicated music score. Every walk of life has its own difficulties, and it is just a matter of overcoming them.

He neither likes nor dislikes the profession of killer. Simply put, there is nothing in this world that impresses him more. He is born with a talent that can deconstruct all complex things and can quickly figure out machinery.

The principles of it can also quickly understand the basis for the establishment of rules, what kind of things such rules are established for, how to optimize them, and what kind of shortcomings they have. Laws, ethics, universal values, etc. can all be broken down one by one.

, at a glance, everything is transformed into original parts. In this way, everything must be the same.

Therefore, he can probably understand that various people have various emotions. Although he cannot empathize with them, he can also understand what Minamoto Yori Toso's emotions are like, where they come from, and why he is struggling.

He will not feel contempt for any emotion, nor will he have the slightest awe. Maybe one day he will fall into some kind of emotion, such as love, fear, or heartbreak. It is natural, but now, he still maintains

A normal heart.

I can understand it, but I can't empathize with it.

If there are books, then read; if there are paintings, then appreciate them; if there is a piano, then play; if there is a microphone, then sing; if there is a car, then go somewhere; if there is a request, then complete it; if there is a gun, then shoot it; if there is a talent for killing,

, then take life.

Since there is music in the world, you should dance with it. If you dance with the music of the world, everything should be taken for granted.

He bought a bouquet of flowers at the flower shop at the end of the street, and then took a taxi to the Fourth District of Paris. He walked around the block near the municipal building several times. At about 10:30, he went to a coffee near a hotel.

He sat down in the cafe, which had a wide view. He sat down near the window, ordered a drink, and listened to the music in the cafe.

The target's information, habits, and many other things have been provided in advance, but in order to take action, it naturally requires personal investigation. He and Minamoto no Yoritomo chose different directions. It was not the first time for Paris, and it was the first time he met Natalie.

Here, he revisited it several times later. After Natalie died, he also buried her here. He only needed to observe some recent small changes in the environment. What he wanted to investigate were other things related to people.

thing.

Thinking of Natalie, he felt a little sad.

What does she like to eat?

Of course I remember things. The original summary of things about her is enough to fill a large book, but now when I think about it, it always feels a bit unreal, like sitting in a movie theater watching other people's stories. She is already dead, so that's it.

What I killed was nothing more than that. Life ends. Life must have an end. It is normal. Only when there is an end can it be complete. I will also have such a day, clearly.

Just thinking about it, when the neatly dressed blond waiter came to refill his glass, two cars drove past the drizzly street outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. He stood up from his seat and the car stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

The target got out of the car, escorted by bodyguards.

Holding a bouquet in his hand, he walked through the aisle to the hotel lobby. When he reached the exit of the aisle, the cell phone whose number only one person knew rang. He pressed the call button: "Hello."

"I just received news that someone inquired about our mission through the headquarters. Although it is inconsistent with the procedures, it should not be hidden from them... Zhushen Wu Nian came to Paris."

While listening to the conversation, he lowered his head and walked straight towards the group of people who happened to enter the hall. Four bodyguards were guarding an important government official with a slightly convex head. When he approached without realizing it, the bodyguard closest to him stretched out his hand.

Blocking him, the two of them bumped into each other. The bouquet in his hand fell apart and the flowers fell to the ground.

"I understand...it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I will do it myself..."

He leaned over to pick up the bouquet again, and the bodyguard who collided with him also bent down to help. After a moment of insignificant confusion, he threw the scattered bouquet into the trash can and walked towards the door of the hall. The dignitaries were guarded by the bodyguards.

Continue to the elevator inside.

He put away his phone and frowned.

Things seem to be getting complicated. Should we just resolve the task before that happens?

Looking back, the elevator door had just opened in front of the group of people, and the dignitary's body was in the field of view. It was not that he was unsure, nor was it a complicated task. It didn't matter if he acted recklessly now. He put his right hand on the corner of his clothes, and in an instant

, countless thoughts flashed through my mind...

Four,

"No need to go to such trouble, I can do it myself..."

Lights, heating, and thick curtains came out of the steaming bathroom. Yahan was tilting her head and drying her long black hair with a hair dryer. A good friend named Li Ruolin was arranging the pillows on the bed for her.

"If we don't open the door at this time, will it delay business?"

"It's okay, we can open it in the afternoon."

This is a house in Chinatown in the 4th arrondissement of Paris. Li Ruolin opened a video store here, and she lives above the store. She has always lived alone. Although the room is not many, it is very warmly decorated.

, there are also a lot of things piled up in this room, such as discs, books, a computer on the desk by the window, and some messy small objects. Although the area is not large, in the days when winter is coming, it is very suitable.

The steam wafting out of the bathroom seemed particularly warm. Yahan blew her hair and sat by the bed.

"I really envy you, living alone without any restrictions."
To be continued...