[Quick Transmigration] Transfer system

When Lin Xiu arrived at the Tokyo Grand Theater, there were many people inside and outside the theater.

Lin Xiu took the ticket and entered the gate, found his seat number and sat down.

It's 2:50 now, and the hall is almost full.

But the hall was surprisingly quiet, almost no one spoke.

Lin Xiu remembered the rumor that Zhang Lin could not speak, and habitually wanted to touch 741 in his arms, but only remembered when he did it, 741 was already invisible.

At this moment, the lights in the lobby dimmed, and the lights focused on the man on the stage.

Wearing a white tuxedo, Zhang Lin walked to the center of the stage calmly step by step, bowed to the audience in the hall, and then sat in front of the piano.

The slender fingers fell, and a series of notes jumped out from the fingertips, outlining a series of sad tunes.

——According to the gossip, Zhang Lin has been looking for someone.

——Zhang Lin has been looking for someone.

Lin Xiu lowered his eyebrows. How could he not know that Zhang Lin had been looking for someone?

In the past, the famous killer Yinhu put aside everything and walked in front of people to let the world know about the character 'Zhang Lin', just to let someone know-he has been waiting for him at the same place.

However, Zhang Lin may never know that the person he has been waiting for is watching him from the audience at this moment, he is so close to that person, he only needs to take a few steps forward to touch that person's warm hand; But he was so far away from that person, and he didn't know each other when he met, leaving only a sigh.

Lin Xiu left for ten years, Zhang Lin waited stubbornly for ten years, but the mission success notification that Lin Xiu had been waiting for was delayed.

For this reason, 741 only explained one sentence: "The person is gone."

Lin Xiu originally thought that time could dilute the sadness, but he forgot that some scars will only become more and more painful if they are eroded by time.

The tune of the piano became more and more sad, and there were bursts of slight weeping in the lobby from time to time.

Lin Xiu suddenly couldn't listen anymore, but he couldn't walk away.

Just like what the nurse said—that kind of feeling, how should I put it, is sad and makes people want to cry, but they can't bear to give up.

In fact, these years, Lin Xiu has been watching Zhang Lin secretly, from an unknown newcomer to a world-renowned pianist.

When traveling abroad, Lin Xiu also met some fans of Zhang Lin. He once asked one of them, why do you want to listen to Zhang Lin's music?

The man thought for a while, and then said: "I don't know what other people are like, but I am an ordinary office worker. I have been busy for too long, and I have almost forgotten the taste of tears, and the stories I thought I would never forget .Happiness is not the whole of life, and there are many times when people need tears.”

Lin Xiu didn't understand, and asked 741: "Tears? Why do people need tears? Isn't it good to live happily all the time?"

741 shook his head: "I'm a demon, and I don't understand human emotions. But speaking of it, Master Host, when was the last time you shed tears?"

When was the last time you cried?

Lin Xiu forgot.

When did it start?He can't even cry.

741 sighed: "Master Host, you suppress yourself too much."

Lin Xiu just stared blankly and said without sadness or joy, "Then tell me, what should I do?"

Intentionally or unintentionally, he hurt too many people, owed too many people, he didn't want to go on like this.

741 was silent, and after a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Master host, you are too gentle. You worry too much, and you suffer from it. Maybe sometimes, the protection you think is actually a kind of harm. Like Fan Xiulin For Chi Qiunian."

The applause sounded, and Lin Xiu walked out of his memory, only to realize that everyone around him stood up and applauded towards the stage.

Lin Xiu followed the gaps between the figures and looked towards the stage. There was no one on the stage, and he probably left after playing.

This is what good musicians do, allowing others to immerse themselves in their music unconsciously.

At the end of a song, the performer has left, but the listener has not woken up.

When we left the theater, it was almost dusk.

Lin Xiu looked at the setting sun at the end of the sky, and wandered aimlessly.

Perhaps, he should find a hotel, wash and tidy up, and prepare for tomorrow's wandering.

Lin Xiu was so focused that he didn't notice anyone standing on the third floor of the theater looking down at him coldly.

Fan Xiulin - Zhang Lin's mission goal this time.

The employer's request is to kill with one hit.If the person is still alive under one blow, retreat.

After receiving the task, Zhang Lin specially investigated this person named Fan Xiulin.

After all, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will never end in a hundred battles, and he eliminates the possibility of failure in all missions.For him, the mission is considered a success if he kills with one blow.

Zhang Lin's men moved quickly.

Looking through the information at hand, Zhang Lin found that Fan Xiulin was not an easy person.

Fan Xiulin's parents died young, leaving a large amount of property that was enough for him to squander his entire life.And he has been traveling around the world since graduating from university, and it has been ten years since then.

If there is any difference, it is his appearance.

Zhang Lin frowned, and carefully compared the photos of Fan Xiulin he got at hand. He was surprised to find that the appearance of this person named Fan Xiulin ten years ago and ten years later had not changed at all.

He sent someone to look for some childhood photos of Fan Xiulin, but the answer he got was - no.

With his intelligence network, he couldn't even find a person's childhood photos, which is not normal.

Zhang Lin was rarely interested. He had almost guessed the reason why the employer asked for it - the wish of immortality.

Maybe, this person can stay.

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After wandering around for a long time, Lin Xiu randomly found a hotel, registered his information and stayed in.

After taking a bath, Lin Xiu sat in the living room, found Zhang Lin's CD that he had found in the past few years and listened to it for a long time. Every time he reached the sad part of the tune, he felt an unspeakable sense of dullness. He wanted to vent, but he couldn't find it. A vent—because he couldn't cry.

After tossing like this until two or three o'clock in the morning, Lin Xiu returned to the bedroom.

Not long after lying down, Lin Xiu suddenly got off the bed again, and put on a fighting posture, staring at the wide open window without blinking.

Almost the moment Lin Xiu stood still, a figure floated in from the window and attacked Lin Xiu with extremely fast movements.

After several fights, the man suddenly stopped attacking and received two punches from Lin Xiu.

Seeing this, Lin Xiu retreated to the door of the bedroom to turn on the light, and saw the man wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, raised his head and showed a strange smile at Lin Xiu.

"I found you."

After a moment of surprise, Lin Xiu stabilized his thoughts.

"May I ask who you are? I don't remember that I have a number one enemy like you."

The curvature of Zhang Lin's mouth became more and more obvious: "I have been looking for you for ten years, a whole ten years."

Lin Xiu frowned: "You probably have the wrong person."

"In the past ten years, I have traveled all over the world, big and small."

"Stop talking nonsense! As I said, I don't know you at all."

Zhang Lin smiled and approached Lin Xiu step by step: "Over the years, I have been collecting anecdotes and strange things from all over the world, using corpses to return to life? Sudden recovery of a long-sick body? A vegetative person who has been sleeping for a long time suddenly wakes up... No matter how ridiculous the rumor I am willing to get involved, and I just hope that one day I can see you again. Everyone thinks I am crazy, huh! I am indeed crazy, otherwise how could I be more nervous when I see you intact today? It's not joy, but anger?! Ah?! Lin Xiu, tell me?"

Lin Xiu backed away slowly, but his expression was unmoved: "My name is Fan Xiulin."

"Fan Xiulin? Haha, Fan Xiulin? Then would you like to take a look, what is this?"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Lin threw a piece of paper to Lin Xiu. Lin Xiu opened it and saw that it was a form filled out when registering at the hotel tonight. There were two large characters in the name column: Lin Xiu!

Just as he was about to say something, his body was suddenly restrained.

"You must want to explain again—it's just a name and it doesn't mean anything." Zhang Lin leaned into Lin Xiu's ear and whispered: "It really doesn't mean anything. So, no matter when you see these two familiar How excited I was when I saw my name and the familiar font, I could bear it."

"But tell me, why do you look so much like that person in your fighting moves and posture? Tell me."

When Lin Xiuxiu was about to answer, someone punched him hard in the stomach.

Lin Xiu could barely stand, but was pinned against the wall by Zhang Lin and couldn't move.

Zhang Lin bit Lin Xiu's ear hard, and did not let go until he tasted blood in his mouth, "It hurts, right? Lin Xiu."

"But do you know?" Zhang Lin grabbed Lin Xiu's hand and put it over his heart: "It hurts a thousand times more than yours!"

"Do you know how I felt when I saw the word 'Lin Xiu'? I was too scared that it would be an empty joy, and I got your information from these years again overnight, and I have been checking everything until now. You said that you are not Lin Xiu, so tell me, why do you like and hate, are exactly the same as that person?

Speaking of this, Zhang Lin suddenly changed the subject, with a hint of sarcasm: "Maybe I should be happy, Lin Xiu, you went to see my performance today, right? That's why you were restless after listening to the concert, and you were negligent. Write these two words, right? Lin Xiu?

Or do you simply think that this person who has been busy for you for ten years is a complete fool, so you get carried away and disdain to hide it? ! "

Hearing this, Lin Xiu raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Lin ruthlessly: "I don't know what you are talking about. The world is full of wonders, and it is normal for there to be two similar people. As for the name Lin Xiu, my mother's surname is Lin, so I don't think it's weird to use the name 'Linxiu'. After all, when you're out and about, you always need some disguise. If you're not satisfied with this explanation, I can't help it. Finally, if you don't let me go, don't blame me You're welcome."

After speaking, he used all his strength, and the dagger pierced Zhang Lin's coat, barely slicing through the thin layer of skin.

It was the dagger he carried with him, and he didn't want to use it on Zhang, but it happened so suddenly that he couldn't help it.

Zhang Lin suddenly stopped, as if he didn't believe that Lin Xiu would really point the dagger at him.

Zhang Lin looked down at the dagger, then took a step closer to Lin Xiu: "What if I don't let it go?"

Suddenly there was a tingling pain in the abdomen, and Zhang Lin looked at Lin Xiu in disbelief.

Being stared at by such painful eyes, Lin Xiu could hardly hold the dagger in his hand, barely calming down, Lin Xiu said coldly again: "I said before, I am not the Lin Xiu in your mouth. If you want to go crazy, you have to There is a limit! I say it one last time—let me go!"

It was Zhang Lin who answered him with bursts of laughter: "Haha! Hahahaha! I'm so stupid! I'm really the stupidest fool in the world! I thought it was fake when you kept saying that you hated me; but I didn't want to, You really hate me so much, otherwise why would you see me being busy for you for ten years without saying a word? Otherwise, why would you change your name and surname for ten years even Aunt Lin just to avoid me? I stabbed me with a dagger after I found you?!! I'm tired, hehe, Lin Xiu, I'm really tired. Since you really hate me so much. And I can't let you go, let this end today. "

After finishing speaking, Zhang Lin glanced at Lin Xiu, took a step forward and hugged Lin Xiu tightly in his arms.

The dagger pierced the skin and sank into Zhang Lin's abdomen, and the smell of blood spread instantly.

For a moment, Lin Xiu seemed to lose the ability to speak and act.The hand holding the dagger trembled, his eyes were wide open, and he let Zhang Lin hold him in his arms like a statue.

When he realized it, Zhang Lin's arms around him had already loosened, and he fell down.

Only then did Lin Xiu come to his senses, he caught Zhang Lin abruptly, and was about to run out while holding him.

But after taking a step, his feet couldn't go out.

Lin Xiu turned around and realized that Zhang Lin's hand was deeply embedded in the wooden door frame, refusing to leave.

A wooden thorn was embedded in his hand, and blood slid down the grain of the wood, which was shocking.

At this moment, the young Zhang Lin in front of Lin Xiu's eyes overlapped with him ten years ago, that was also in the hotel, that child stubbornly sat in front of his door and refused to leave, just to be with him.

Seeing Lin Xiu looking at him, Zhang Lin smiled weakly, and his tone was full of desolation: "My Xiaoxiu is gone. I have been looking for him for ten years and I can't find him, so I don't plan to look for him again. Mr. Fan, You are right, you are not him, you are not him, so you go. I want someone to wait for him here."

After Zhang Lin finished speaking, he smiled absolutely, and pulled out the dagger in his abdomen with his free hand.The blood droplets brought up in a string splashed on Lin Xiu's face, scalding hot and shocking.

Tears flowed down without warning, Lin Xiu suddenly sat down on his knees, only blood and Zhang Lin's resolute smile remained in his sight.

"Zhang Lin, Xiao Lin, stop making trouble. I'll take you to the hospital right away. Let's go to the hospital, shall we?" Lin Xiu said while trembling to let go of Zhang Lin's grip on the door.

Zhang Lin swung Lin Xiu's arm away, and while struggling to get out of Lin Xiu's arms, he shouted vigorously: "Get out! I told you to get out, Mr. Fan! Didn't you say that you don't know me? Then you don't care What am I doing? Get out!"

After several twists and turns, the wound on Zhang Lin's abdomen seemed to expand, and blood flowed out unscrupulously. Lin Xiu almost thought that Zhang Lin's blood would be drained in the next moment and he would turn into a mummy.

So Lin Xiu didn't dare to move, for fear that if he was not careful, the wound would get bigger, and he blurted his eyes and said anxiously: "I'm Lin Xiu, so you come with me, okay, let's go to the hospital! What do you want after going to the hospital?" That's it!"

This time, Zhang Lin refused to let go, "You're not him, my Xiaoxiu doesn't hate me, my Xiaoxiu won't point a dagger at me, my Xiaoxiu won't..."

At this point, Zhang Lin suddenly stopped talking, because the person who had been holding him and refused to let go suddenly lowered his head and kissed him desperately.

Tears flowed from that person's eyes and stayed on their lips that were pressed together, extremely bitter.

Maybe that person's kiss was too pious, maybe that person's tears were too bitter, maybe that person's body was too trembling, Zhang Lin's still struggling movements suddenly stopped.He let go of the hand that was holding on to the edge of the door, and then clasped the young man's head, and the movements in his mouth were also raging.

It wasn't until the young man seemed to be out of breath that Zhang Lin let go of his mouth.

Only then did Lin Xiu raise his head, looked at Zhang Lin who had calmed down, picked him up and left the hotel.

"This time, I won't go again. So, treat yourself well."

Zhang Lin smiled reassuringly when he heard the words, and let the darkness erode him.