Chapter 85

Lu Wen did not like to travel in the morning rush hour in his last life.

It's the same in my life.

He was stuck in the road between the 14th District and the 15th District, which was the best road in the system analysis.

It's still a little way from area 16.

"I hope I can make it."

……

District 16.

Life in the slums is the same.

In poor places, children play in the garbage, trying to find something interesting with their dirty hands.

Better place, rows of cottages, occasionally two or three wisps of smoke.

The world doesn't change because someone dies.

The rich continue to be rich.

Poor people continue to be poor Of course, there will be no future generations.

"Why didn't you go out today? Are those people dead? " Duan Tiannan is sitting on the old sofa.

I wanted to wake up with a bottle of beer, but Duan Hongye took it away.

Now lying on the sofa, this middle-aged man's boredom is about to be engraved on his face.

None of the western heroes on TV can cheer him up.

"One more."

Duan Hongye's calm voice comes from the greasy kitchen.

There are several other sounds in the kitchen.

Gas cookers, pots, spoons, pots and bowls.

"You have to eat in the morning. That's what you told me. Go to the kitchen and get the bowl yourself."

She carried a pot of mung bean porridge into the living room and put it on the tea table.

Without a table, this small living room is everything.

"Better than when I was young." Duan Tiannan mumbled, got up and walked into the kitchen.

The smell of mung bean porridge is very light, floating in this bungalow.

Sitting on the sofa, drinking mung bean porridge side by side.

There are still boring Westerns with moving pictures on TV.

Neither of them spoke.

After a long time, or maybe just a while.

Duan Hongye put the empty bowl on the tea table and calmly looked at the middle-aged man who was still eating porridge.

"Actually, I always have a problem."

"Let me finish my porridge."

Duan Tiannan's voice is also very calm.

He drinks very slowly, not like the usual way of drinking heavily.

It's slow.

It's like the porridge in the bowl can never be finished.

"It's delicious. Cooking is getting better and better recently You can support yourself later. "

Duan Tiannan put down his empty bowl.

The westerns on TV are coming to an end.

This is a special ending, not the traditional grand finale.

The protagonist bid farewell to his beloved and went to the duel. There were two shots in the yellow sand. The people in the small town didn't wait for the man to come back, and the villain never appeared again. Many years later, only a few people remember the figure who disappeared in the yellow sand on a horse

"You say it." Duan Tiannan is very calm. In the past, he would sigh for the fate and regret of the protagonist.

"Do you prefer the title of Night Walker or the title of king of killers?" Duan Hongye asked.

"Kill What? " Duan Tiannan was stunned, "what's this bullshit title? Do you see too much of the city? "

"That's what it says." Section of red leaf road.

"King of what? In this slum, I can bring you 20 or 30 people with this title." Duan Tiannan seems to find it hard to believe that he has been crowned with such a name.

"Wen Wu first, Wu Wu Wu second, you who like to walk around in the dark, have you ever won or lost?"

"It's modern, not ancient. Now it's a dead person to decide the outcome. Who has nothing to do with squatting in the corner all day and aiming at his peers? The rules are in disorder. It's important to make money."

"So it is."

After the title of brain damage, their topic was slightly opened.

"I have another question." Duan Hongye whispered, "last question..."

"Go ahead."

"Now that you have retired, why do you want to take the task? I know it's not because you can't retire even if you have 50, 000, 500, 000. "

Duan Tiannan was silent.

Finally, I got the question.

"When people are always down, who won't owe a few people?"

He sighed.

Looking at the old glass window, the middle-aged man seemed to think of a long time ago.

"When I was a kid When I was very young, I just escaped from the training camp and fled all the way to this slum. That man took me in. "

"That's the first and last favor I owe."

"Later, I thought that Jin pen would wash his hands and come to this place to live a life of ease. He found me and asked me to do something for him Take out the family of his rival gang. ""It's always like to write that the killer will have an accident in the last task. In fact, it's very inaccurate. Many guys have successfully retired, married and had children, and lived happily. I thought the same way."

"There are more than ten people in that family, and there are several gangsters who are working with me. I'm worried that their shooting is not accurate. After the incident, I went back to check the scene."

"Their shooting is really not accurate..." Duan Tiannan looked at Duan Hongye, "there is a little girl who has not been hit the key."

"I'm finished. That's the story."

He took a breath and habitually wanted to take a sip of beer to moisten his throat.

But there was only mung bean porridge on the table.

"Where to?" He looked at Duan Hongye,

"roof, the way you like."

Duan Hongye light mouth, get up, throw him a gun.

It's a traditional revolver.

A very emotional duel.

The person who draws the gun first will lose the honor, but can win the opportunity.

If the person who draws the gun later survives, the honor and the opponent's life will be his.

The roof of this bungalow has not been cleaned for many years, and the weeds grow vigorously under the moisture of the rain.

"Well, if these grasses continue to grow like this, our family will be out." Duan Tiannan pulled out two weeds and threw them down. "Remember to take care of them more in the future."

Duan Hongye looks indifferent and stands opposite him.

They both wore revolvers around their waists.

"Suddenly I want a beer." Duan Tiannan scratched his head.

"Alcohol will kill you." Duan Hongye opened his mouth on the opposite side.

"I don't know if I can have another chance to drink."

It's not like the old Westerns.

The tension did not rise.

Maybe it's just so normal.

Duan Hongye was the first to draw a gun, and the delicate left wheel crossed the elegant arc in the air.

But it's faster in Tiannan.

This middle-aged man who likes to drink beer is incredibly fast. In a flash, the muzzle of the gun is aimed at Duan Hongye.

"Bang bang -"

two shots.

The slum people were stunned for a moment, and soon recovered as usual.

Gunshots are frequent in this place.

No one fell.

"PATA!"

Two left wheels were knocked off one after another and fell to the ground.

Both of them were not surprised to see the other bungalow in the distance.

The muzzles of the two black guns are slowly retracting Lu Wen's arms.

Machines can be faster than people.

He jumps from the top of several buildings, and his strong power makes his jumping ability far superior to ordinary people.

After a while, they came to them.

"Is this what we call love and kill each other?" Lu wentut said, "today is a long experience."

"How dare you come alone? What about Charlotte Duan Hongye frowned, as if not happy.

"She has something to do recently. By the way, I'm not alone. I'm a machine." Lu Wen gave a faint smile and put Duan Tiannan on his shoulder.

"Come on, let's go down for a drink. We're tired and thirsty all the way."

……

Good night, friends.

Today, the lights in the bathroom suddenly began to flash.

Does the author of suspense encounter certain circumstances?

I have no doubt about it