Quickly wear: I am looking for my owner in the human world

Wen Lang was two steps behind Yangzhuang and walked in the silent corridor with lowered eyes. The overhead lamp emitted a faint light, cutting off the sudden night at the edge.

The boundaries between light and dark are clear, and the strong sense of stripping is just like the bright red abstract painting hanging in the living room, which is incompatible with the gray tone.

Strong and weird, this is Wen Tao's favorite style.

The small villa where they once lived was filled with such bizarre paintings.

Wen Lang has never been interested in art, and has been curious about it.

Wen Tao was accustomed to wearing a white coat and thin-framed glasses. His temperament was so elegant that he didn't look like someone from the killer's den. Why was his preference so special?

But at that time, he never had any other thoughts. He just said: "I don't care, as long as I like it."

It’s just a painting, hang it up if you want.

Wen Tao quietly looked at an oil painting he had just hung up. After hearing this, he turned his head, stepped on the escalator and looked down at him, and said softly: "But if Xiaolang likes it, it doesn't matter if I can't do it."

Wen Lang didn't take it seriously and said with a smile, "I don't like anything."

"Don't you like freedom, Xiaolang?"

"Who doesn't like freedom?"

Wen Tao smiled softly, then turned around and continued to stare at the birdcage in the painting, his face hidden in the shadows.

"Yeah." He murmured, "Who wouldn't like it?"

……

Yang Zhuang stopped in front of a door, entered his fingerprint password, and the door opened with a beep.

Wen Lang walked in and looked around casually. There was a momentary fluctuation in the depths of his eyes.

At one point he even thought he was back when he was still in the organization.

At the beginning, Wen Lang wandered on the edge of life and death countless times before he climbed to the top of the killer list. However, Wen Tao's talent in medical research allowed him to quickly occupy a place in the organization in another way, until he had his own Independent R&D room.

What caught my eye was the exact same arrangement.

and also……

When Yang Zhuang stepped back, the man who smiled and raised his head.

"came back?"

The sound was obviously so close, but it seemed to come from far away, from a midnight dream.

After a moment of daze, Wen Lang's hands in his pockets clenched into fists involuntarily, and a burst of uncontrollable absurdity and anger suddenly surged in his heart.

Why?this person……

Why can you still smile like this at him?What qualifications do you have to say this to him?

It was as if he had just returned here after completing a mission as he had done many times before, and this person would ask him this question, then put down what he was doing and treat his injuries.

it is ridiculous.

Everything he saw in front of him was mocking his stupidity.

Wen Lang didn't say anything, just stood three meters away, looking at the man expressionlessly.

Yang Zhuang retreated consciously.

Wen Tao's smile did not shrink because of Wen Lang's indifference. He was standing next to the experimental table that looked like a bed, casually picking out the medicines on the tray, and lying on the table was a person who didn't know whether to live or die.

His mood seemed to suddenly become very good, and his lips curled up even when he picked up the syringe to draw out the liquid.

Wen Lang just watched as he turned over the man's arm, quickly found a vein and injected the strangely colored medicine into it, as skillfully as if he had done it thousands of times.

Treat it like a white mouse, a doll, or a piece of pork that can be slaughtered at will.

Wen Lang even began to suspect that when this person treated his injuries in the past, he was just playing with a rare experimental product.

Wen Tao slowly took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can, then took out a new pair and walked towards Wen Lang while wearing them.

His behavior could not be more natural and intimate: "Are you tired from the journey? Let me see if you are injured."

The fingers wrapped tightly in white rubber were slender and beautiful, but Wen Lang looked down at them and turned sideways to avoid them.

The hand paused in mid-air, then continued to reach over as if nothing had happened, followed by two words that sounded like a joke and a command: "Be obedient."

Wen Lang took a step back and uttered one word coldly before Wen Tao spoke again.

"dirty."

Wen Tao was still laughing, "The gloves are new and not dirty."

Wen Lang finally raised his eyes and looked directly at him, saying word by word: "I said, your hands are dirty."

The air suddenly froze.

The smile on Wen Tao's face froze.

The slender eyes behind the lenses were slightly narrowed, covering the flash of evil in his eyes.

"Has Xiaolang been playing outside for too long and forgotten our identities?"

He withdrew his hands and put them into the pockets of his white coat, looking extremely helpless, as if the person facing him was just a child having a tantrum.

"How can a killer not be dirty? If we count carefully, Xiaolang has much more blood on his hands than his brother."

Wen Lang was inevitably stabbed in the heart.

Yes, his hands can no longer be washed clean.

But no one is born accustomed to blood.During the training and selection process when he first joined the organization, he didn't kill directly even though he was bruised and bruised.

The first time he killed someone, it was not because of the mission, but because that person almost killed Wen Tao in the competition.

When he came to his senses in anger, he found himself standing in a pool of blood, with a dead body in front of him.

Wen Lang suppressed those unpleasant memories, raised his brows and retorted: "That's right. Anyway, I have countless lives on my hands, so one more of yours shouldn't be too many."

Wen Tao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

He seemed to really find it funny. His laughter became louder and louder, and tears came to the corners of his eyes, but he wiped them away without a care.

"You, you..." he asked to himself, "you want to kill me?"

Wen Lang looked at him indifferently, "If I don't kill you, will I let you kill me again?"

Wen Tao stopped laughing.

He looked at Wen Lang steadily and sighed after a few seconds.

"I know that Xiaolang is still angry with his brother. Was he angry about that shot?"

Wen Lang was silent.

Anger, sadness, these emotions will be blurred by time.As of now, he is more disappointed and confused.He and this man had been dependent on each other for more than ten years, but in the end he found that he didn't understand him at all.

"But that was not my intention." Wen Tao's explanation sounded particularly sincere, "It was just an accident."

"Accident?" Wen Lang sneered, "Is it an accident that someone pressed your head and pried off your hands to force you?"

"No one forced me, and I didn't want to kill you." Wen Tao looked regretful, "I just wanted to take advantage of the chaos to cause you to be slightly injured, and the action failed. I didn't expect that something went wrong during the chaos, and you discovered it."

Wen Lang was a little in disbelief, "Why?"

"Why else?" Wen Tao said in a relaxed tone, as if it was a matter of course, "I don't want to leave the organization, and I don't want you to leave either."

Wen Lang couldn't understand, "But I had discussed it with you before that, why didn't you tell me then?"

"Because even if I say it, you won't stay with me." Wen Tao looked at him calmly, "It's been more than ten years since I've been able to get rid of your unwillingness. What does my word mean? You even dare to risk The huge risk involved privately joining the military and making so many preparations secretly. If I stop you, I won’t be who you think you are."

Wen Langqi smiled, "So you support me in person and plot against me behind my back?"

Wen Tao still looked calm, "This is the best choice for each of us. If I had not missed the target at that time, then we would still be the same as before..."

"fart!"

Wen Lang couldn't help but burst out, "Cheating me, betraying me, and even almost killing me is the best choice? Do you really want to stay in that place for them to drink and be a tool for them to make money? You want to be a slave?" Are you addicted?!"

Wen Tao was not angry after hearing this. Instead, he shook his head and smiled slightly, with a strange light shining in his eyes.

"Xiaolang, do you know what the real difference between us is?"

Without waiting for Wen Lang to answer, he pressed a button next to the experimental table.The iron rings that originally restrained the limbs of the man on the stage opened in response, and a tiny current passed through the instrument connected to his brain. The man suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, turned his neck stiffly, and shouted to Wen Tao: "Owner."

Only then did Wen Lang see his face clearly——

That turned out to be the leader of the organization who disappeared with Wen Tao before!

Wen Tao's tone was gentle and smiling, but what he said made people feel scared: "Xiao Lang, you are still too soft-hearted. Even your revenge is direct and kind."

"Death is too simple a punishment. But I... want them to be like bereaved dogs, forever kneeling in front of me."

Wen Lang looked at the leader who was once aloof but now looked pious and humble, his pupils couldn't help but trembled, and he suddenly felt dizzy.

He immediately realized something was wrong, quickly pulled out his gun, pointed it at Wen Tao, and activated his own powers. But just when he was about to pull the trigger, an invisible force suppressed his powers, as firmly as a shackle. It restrained his whole body and controlled his limbs so that he couldn't even bend his fingers.

"You..." Wen Lang gritted his teeth, and veins popped up on his forehead, "Psychic power?" Such a terrifying suppressive power is many times stronger than what I encountered in the M City base before. I'm afraid the level of the power will not be Inferior to myself!

He paid attention as soon as he came in. He clearly didn't feel any fluctuations in Wen Tao's powers. How did he do it?This is bad, if Weiwei and the others are not prepared...

The pressure exerted on his spirit suddenly became heavier, and Wen Lang felt a sharp pain in his head. Finally, he couldn't hold on anymore and his body softened, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

The last scene in the blurred vision was Wen Tao coming over to support him, but he was unable to break away.

Wen Tao's sticky bass was like a snake spitting messages in his ears.

"Similarly, what I want to catch can never escape my grasp."