lure night

Cold night opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is the pure white ceiling, which is so clean that there are no stains; a chandelier hangs in the center of the ceiling, in a retro European style, and each lamp is made into a candlestick, which is very delicate; further down, on the opposite side There is an oil painting hanging on the wall, the composition and tone are very particular, and it is worth a lot of money at first glance.It's just that all of this is completely unfamiliar to him.

Leng Ye sat up, and the soft silk quilt slid from his chest to his waist, revealing his bare chest, fair complexion, covered with dark red hickey marks, very eye-catching.

Her whole body felt weak and her head was a little dizzy, Leng Ye held her forehead, feeling a little dazed.

where is this place?How could I be here?

My mind was in chaos, and Leng Ye took some time to clear his mind and recall what happened before.

He remembered that he was performing an assassination mission in Italy before, and his last memory was that he was shot by the opponent's sniper, lost consciousness, and then came here.Was it rescued by someone?

Lifting the quilt, Leng Ye rolled over and got out of bed.

The floor was covered with a dark carpet, and Leng Ye stepped on it barefoot and stood up.

The feeling of dizziness was very strong, Leng Ye tilted his body, and hurriedly supported the bedside post.

With this help, I saw my own hand: fair complexion, slender fingers, and well-defined knuckles, just like the hands of a pianist.

Leng Ye was stunned for a moment, this was not his hand at all!He has been a killer for more than ten years, and has been practicing guns and various fighting techniques. His fingers should be thick and strong, and his palms should be full of calluses, but the hands in front of him are as delicate as suet, and there is no scar on them. Can't find it, let alone the cocoon.

What exactly is going on?

Touching his own face, Leng Ye felt more and more that something was wrong, and hurried to the mirror, when he saw the face of the person in the mirror, he gasped suddenly.

The person in the mirror is very young, about seventeen or eighteen years old, his facial features seem to be outlined with ink, the lines are smooth and delicate, full of classical charm; the eyelashes are long and dark, and the pupils are black and deep, as if to be It's like being sucked in; the lips are well-shaped, and the corners of the lips are slightly upturned, even when the face is expressionless, it seems to be smiling faintly.

This looks too...

Leng Ye was stunned for a moment by the face of the person in the mirror, and then immediately realized that this person was himself.

After pinching her cheek hard to confirm that she was not dreaming, Leng Ye began to think about the cause and effect of all this.

He was shot in the heart by a sniper before, so he must die, but the person in the mirror is not himself at all, and Leng Ye doesn't know this person at all.

Could it be that... he was reborn?

Thinking of this, Leng Ye gasped suddenly. He has always been a staunch atheist, and he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but now...

Looking at the picturesque face in the mirror, Leng Ye's faith began to waver.

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