Conan's Dark Night Festival

Some nonsense like this one, I don't mind kicking you out of the car. "

Hearing what I said, Xia Chuan withdrew his hands and made a movement of zipping his mouth and said: "Okay, I won't talk, it's okay to zip it up."

After glancing at her, he put his hand against his chin and leaned against the edge of the bed, closed his eyes and meditated.

It was so quiet for a few minutes, just when I thought she had really learned to behave...

"Hennessy!! Look outside!!" Like a volcano erupting suddenly, that annoying voice decisively awakened the dreamer.

"Xia Chuan Ximo!" My hazy consciousness was directly replaced by a feeling of discomfort, "If you dare to say a word of nonsense, I will destroy you immediately!"

This woman is really lying!

"No, it's definitely not nonsense this time!" She said swearingly, and then pulled me a little bit without my consent so that I could see the scenery outside the window of the back seat, her words filled with confidence: "Look Well, the scenery is beautiful, isn't it?"

I glanced at the Statue of Victory passing by outside, and the half-moon eyes appeared: "Ba-ga, it's not like I haven't seen it before."

"But I really haven't seen it before." Her eyes were fixed on the changing scenery outside the window, cherishing it as if she had never seen it before.

"Haven't seen it?" For some reason, when all I saw was her laborious smile, that feeling of sadness flooded into my mind.

And just when she said, "If you don't look carefully, there will be nothing to remember when you don't see it next time", I realized that the vagueness reflected in her eyes The sorrow of non-existence may be the same as mine.

The kind of things that can never be touched seem to be people and things that should exist.

The interweaving of sorrow, the persecution of reality, and the cowardice of self.

He told me time and time again that my amnesia is always an escape.

【Chapter41】The Walking Dead

During the rest of the journey, Xia Chuan surprisingly stopped talking.Along the way, all I saw of her in the rear-view mirror was staring, staring at the scenery outside the window for a moment.The focal length in the pupils is obvious but empty, as if thinking about some sad past, or numb empty vision.But all of this is completely irrelevant to me.

Yes, it has nothing to do with me.What does it have to do with a person with amnesia like me?

Despite the "facts" that Vermouth told me, it's not.

Soon, the car arrived at its destination.After I got out of the car, the black-clothed man who was driving finally said a word: "Go inside, just tell the person at the door to find Gin. Don't do anything unnecessary."

Very concise.

I raised my head slightly to look at the height of the floor, and found that it was a bit overwhelming.Facing the high-rise buildings in front of me, I can't help but sigh the hugeness of the organization.When entering, Xia Chuan told me to go to the laboratory in the building, and then I walked into different floors.And I, led by the so-called "people at the door" in the mouth of the uncle in black, came to an ordinary door on the first floor of the basement.

The moment I put my hand on the doorknob, my heart, which was originally calm, speeded up my heartbeat for some inexplicable reason.I'm sure it's definitely not nervous.Instead, it's kind of like...excited?

impossible.

The first reaction denied this, I shook my head trying to wake myself up, took a deep breath and opened the door.

The first thing that catches the eye is not the dazzling backlight as shown in the movie, followed by a very spectacular and magnificent scene.It's a piece of blackness and a large space, with only a few meager lights on the glass ceiling.Then, a man in a black coat and a black hat that resembled a top hat stood beside a table full of guns and assembled the Desert Eagle.

To be honest, the air-conditioning that this man gave off made me shiver a little.

Close the door, put your hands in your pockets habitually and slowly come to the man's side, "Are you Gin?"

"Yeah." Without looking back, "Hennessy, I don't remember the organization ever teaching you how to be late."

"I don't think you don't know about my amnesia." I sat down on the chair by the table and raised my legs like I usually do in the villa, "My memory is just right You shouldn't blame me for letting me forget the time to study, teacher?"

"Heh, you are quite courageous." Gin quickly turned the assembled Desert Eagle in his hand to me. I can guarantee that as long as I dissatisfy him with what I say next second, my body will die tomorrow. Appeared in the cemetery, "Is this how you treat your teacher?"

"Do you think I have any other attitude towards you?" I fearlessly picked up the gun I just took from the table and pointed it at him so that he could see it, "Do you want to compare For a moment, is your marksmanship faster, or my marksmanship faster?"

"When did you also hold a gun in your hand?" I clearly saw the surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Just within a few seconds after I said those four words, one word." I raised the corners of my mouth confidently, and the provocative words echoed throughout the room, "I didn't find it like this, isn't your teacher a little negligent?"

Gin put away his gun and put it in his inner pocket, and said, "Indeed, you are really good. You passed the test."

"test?"

"Yes, the most basic test for joining the organization. It is also a requirement for the students I teach." The cold, emotionless, very procedural language, "As my student, I don't want to have such a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death." waste."

"Of course, if you don't pass the study in the future, or do some redundant things that will be detrimental to the organization." He stared at me with bright eyes, and I even felt that I had entered this organization. It seemed like a conspiracy, "I can still kill you."

On that day, Gin tested my various abilities about using guns. He was surprised that all my abilities surpassed what a nine-year-old child should have.

These results made me feel a lot easier in the teaching after that, but the wounds bruised by bullets were inevitable.

Watching Gin, the so-called teacher, teach with a deadpan face again and again, it made me think a lot, and I learned a lot from his many words.

For example, "Emotions, once you have them, will only make you die faster in the organization."

Or, will I be like him in the future, becoming a numb and emotionless living like a walking dead.

Maybe, yes.

【Chapter42】Octopus residents must abide by the contract at home

Remember, when I came back from my first day of training.Seeing a lot of large and small luggage in the living room, I directly treated them as garbage and threw them out the door, and said to Xia Chuan: "I have already thrown your luggage outside for you without the handling fee. I ask you to move out of here within tonight, otherwise don't blame me for troublesome police uncle."

When I went out the next day, I found that none of the luggage I threw out last night was at the door.I sighed: the speed of moving away is not bad.

In the end, I still underestimated how thick-skinned she was.

When I came back that night, the moment I raised my head behind my slippers, I saw Xia Chuan standing at the door with a smile on his face and saying to me, "You're back."

"..." I held my forehead, and locked Xia Chuan's hands on the wall, "Miss, can you tell me why you appear here at this time?!"

"That..." Xia Chuan's cheeks were slightly red, and his blood-wheeled eyes blinked nervously, "You are so close to me, I will feel shy..."

"Eh..." Realizing that he was a little too excited, he lowered his hands and crossed his chest and asked in embarrassment, "Hurry up...I don't have time to spend here with you."

"Do you want to know?" Xia Chuan leaned over and asked seductively.

"Nonsense." I glanced at her, seeing her expression, I knew it was nothing good, and reminded: "If you dare to say a word of nonsense, I will kick you out."

"Okay, then I'll just say it straight." When Xia Chuan thought that his suitcase was ruthlessly thrown out by the boy of his age in front of him yesterday, he immediately dispelled the mentality of joking. I just took the suitcase outside to my room. So is it strange to be here now?"

"Did I promise you to live with me?" I tried my best to suppress the anger in my heart, and asked calmly.

"No." Xia Chuantian really blinked again.

Blue veins burst.

"Then you still live?"

"I didn't stay here!" Xia Chuan retorted seriously, "I just stayed in 'my room'!"

collapse......

"mygod! Just let me hit the wall and die!"

"You can't die!" Xia Chuan stood in front of me all of a sudden.

"Why?" I looked down at Xia Chuan, who was several centimeters shorter than me, from the perspective of "250". Is it too weak to prevent me from dying with this height?

"It's not worth it." Xia Chuan said with a playful smile, "Think about it, if you hit the wall, it would be unsightly if the wall bleeds and sticks with blood. You might as well use tofu to die! Tofu won't be so unsightly, at least you hit it Just throw it away if it's broken!"

"..." I went, and at this time I still followed