Love Killer

Use ordinary white paper to fold out the shapes of various animals and objects. These origami papers are piled up in the corner. Gran is sitting in front of the table next to the wall and folding the papers. He concentrates on folding the papers very seriously.

Having not seen each other for many years, Feng Zhannuo hadn't decided what to say first, but he didn't expect that the person who seemed to be serious about origami called him first, "Ian Noy, is that you?"

Gran raised his head, his appearance hadn't changed much from before, his eyes were quiet, his face was soft, his brown hair was cut short, revealing his broad forehead, showing a happy look.

From a certain point of view, he is more suitable to be a killer than Feng Zhannuo. His appearance is not eye-catching and not so conspicuous. If Feng Zhannuo is like a model on stage, then he is like a designer off stage. Teacher, there is a touch of artist-like melancholy.

He's not as flashy, but he's been there for a long time by the time you find out, he's a fit to hide in any corner, and there's no obvious identifiable features on his face.

"Who else but me?" Feng Zhannuo raised his eyebrows, "Old friend, you don't seem to have changed much."

"You have changed a lot." Gran put down the origami in his hand, pushed away the chair and stood up, as if they had met yesterday, "How did you make yourself like this, who did it, I have to toast him , and then give him another bullet."

Feng Zhannuo was sitting in a wheelchair with blankets on his legs. The wound on his back was almost healed, but his face was a little tired from the fatigue along the way. He smiled back at Gran's teasing, "I I want to see how you give yourself a bullet."

"For me?" Gran understood what he meant, and immediately raised the origami in his hand, "This is the only thing here."

No bullets, no guns, for a killer, this is the end.

"It's too bad, isn't it, but anyway, I'm here to see you." Feng Zhannuo leaned on the wheelchair and opened his arms to Gran.

Gran threw a ball of paper at him, and they both laughed.

After the laughter, Gran became quiet again, fiddling with the origami in his hand, "How did you come here, you must be different from me."

"You came here because I brought you in, but I thought you wouldn't stay here for that long." Feng Zhannuo didn't want to waste time, he wanted to know what Gran thought.

"You are still very direct, well, let me tell you, when I was arrested for no reason, I knew you did it, you didn't kill me, I owe you my life, and going to jail is nothing, and I changed my mind Think about it, since you want me to hide from the limelight here, why don't I do that, if they see me alive, the organization won't let us go."

When Gran talked about that year, his expression was very flat. He was too quiet. Feng Zhannuo saw that he continued to fold the paper, and every fold was exactly the same. The aligned edges were as precise as measured with a ruler. There was a rustling friction sound.

"The organization has collapsed, and people have been killed by me. If you get the news, you can come out by yourself. I believe it will not be difficult for you." Staring at the pile of blank papers on Gran's desk, he hoped that he did not cause this result, A depressed killer.

"It's not difficult, but it's not easy. After I tried a few times, I was tired. I thought why not just rest here for a while, and treat it as a vacation." There was another folded water chestnut in Gran's hand It is a three-dimensional thing, like the parts of a machine, he combined them together, and the pile of origami that couldn't be seen turned into something like a tail very quickly.

Gran was making a winged dragon, the tail part was ready, he was so serious, as if it was the only thing of value, Feng Zhannuo took that thing in his hand, and Gran snatched them back immediately .

Feng Zhannuo looked at him, and Gran realized that his actions were too abrupt, so he hesitated to put the pile of origami in his hands, "...Be careful, it took me a few weeks."

"For a few weeks, a pile of origami?" They were thrown to the ground by Feng Zhannuo, and immediately scattered into hundreds of pieces.

"What are you doing?!" Gran yelled, squatting on the ground to carefully pick up those origami papers, and examine them carefully one by one.

"I can't stand it, Gran, put down that idiot thing, I'm here to take you out and tell you something important—"

Gran turned his head abruptly, and Feng Zhannuo couldn't recognize that this was the Gran he was familiar with, "Ian Noy! This may mean nothing to you, but it's the only important thing for me here! And thank you Your kindness, I don’t need you to take me out, I will be free in a few years, and I have lived a good life here in the past few years! Don’t worry about it!”

"Even if you have a son?" After Feng Zhannuo finished speaking, he watched Gran's expression freeze there.

"I have a son?" Gran repeated, then shook his head, blowing away the ashes from the piece of origami in his hand, "Don't lie to me with your harmless face, I haven't forgotten what I said , you are not an antelope, don't try to fool me."

"It's true." He threw the photo over, "His name is Neilfei, he is about seven years old, he fell into the hands of human traffickers, and was accidentally discovered by a friend of mine. He said that his mother's name is Irene, and his father is you. Gran, he knows your name."

As a killer, hiding your identity is more important than anything else. Not many people know Gran's real name, let alone a child. The photo fell into the pile of origami, and a corner was exposed in the pile of paper. Gran stared at the photo , Feng Zhannuo whispered again, "He still knows me, Irene told him that if something happens one day, let him find me."

Gran was shocked and picked up the photo, "This is what I told her, if something happens, I will go to you."

"I'm sorry, Irene is dead." This is a fact, Feng Zhannuo felt that he would know sooner or later, "She died of illness."

Gran seemed unable to accept the news, or maybe it was too late to digest the successive messages. He stood there with a photo in his hand, "Irene is dead. I have a son? She gave birth to a son for me?"

Feng Zhannuo knew that he needed time, the wheelchair pushed closer, and he held Gran's shoulder, "I have to tell you, I didn't go to Eileen, and she didn't know that you were in prison. At that time, I wanted to compare her with that. It's safe, and as long as you go out, you can find her by yourself, I didn't expect..."

Gran's eyes flicked to Feng Zhannuo, and at this moment, he would find that Neilfei and Gran looked very similar, especially when those brown eyes looked straight at others.

"My best friend put me in jail, and indirectly killed my child's mother? Now you come to tell me the truth?" Gran's gaze was not as sharp as before, but his words still had a certain impact.

Feng Zhannuo had to face it, "Yes, you're right, it's because of me. And I thought I was doing the right thing at the time, that woman changed you and made you face the organization's pursuit, so I didn't Go to her, it cannot be denied, I hope she will leave your world from now on, it will be good for both of you."

At the beginning of the narration, Feng Zhannuo couldn't help laughing at himself when he thought about the relationship between him and Fieston, "But now I know I was wrong."

Gran pulled him up from the wheelchair, "One mistake is not enough, and you know that, did you come in to find me?! It took so many years for you to find out that your friend was killed by you, Ian Noah Yi, you are really 'smart', you think I will forgive you when you come in like this?!"

The muscles on the back were stretched, and the wound might be open. Feng Zhannuo raised his hand and punched Gran, "I didn't ask for your forgiveness, I came here to make up for it!"

Gran fell to the ground and crushed the origami on the ground. He glanced at them and became agitated, "You always do this, don't you, you always have the ability to ruin everything! Look at what you did What?!"

He shouted loudly, Feng Zhannuo couldn't imagine how prison life would affect a person, this person was Gran after all, "Enough you, it's just a pile of papers, look at the photos in your hand, then It is the most important thing, that is your own flesh and blood, your son!"

"Son?" Gran gasped, and the trace of melancholy became violent, "In our business, we should disown our relatives. Any emotion is superfluous. I agree with you when you said that. Later, when I met love Lin, I've changed"

"What made you change, Ian?" Gran looked at him as if wondering how a monster could become human.

Feng Zhannuo crossed his arms and looked at the blanket on his legs, "There is a man, he is very special, he almost caught me several times."

"Caught you? He's a policeman?" Gran saw the smile on the corner of his mouth, the kind of smile that gave high praise to his opponent, a smile of appreciation.

"He is a policeman. Although neither of us wants to, he is indeed a federal policeman. I am a killer who kills for a living. He let go of the harsh words and can catch me several times, but he finally took me. Let it go." Maybe it was Feston's contradictory behavior that made him interested, and then he got deeper and deeper.

"I have to say he is a very shrewd man. I just realized now that he indulged my actions time and time again. Now that I feel wronged, I will respect his opinion more. That's what he did. He put my will to resist Quite eating."

Gran had a surprised expression, as if he had forgotten about Erin and Neilfei, "Are you talking about you and a policeman, a man? Can you believe him?"

"It should be difficult for me to trust him, don't you think so?" Feng Zhannuo leaned on the back of the wheelchair, trying to relax himself and sit more comfortably, "He is standing on the side of justice, and me and his The position is just the opposite, but anyone who knows him will know that sometimes he doesn’t pay attention to the rules, he pays attention to the process, but he wants to get the expected results.”

"He is a person who will do it when he is determined. Many things prove that he can be trusted." And not just trust.

Gran squeezed the paper in his hand, as if he was about to start origami again, "He subdued you."

His tone was very harsh, "The result he wants is for you to give up everything you have and submit to him."

"It can be said that." Feng Zhannuo didn't care too much, "He has paid the price, and he will get the corresponding result, and he is not without loss."

Between him and Feston it was difficult to define who tamed whom.

"Listen, Gran, I don't want to ask you to forgive me. I am the culprit for all this, but you are also responsible. You should have figured out a way a long time ago. I believe you can't do it?" Feng Zhannuo let out a cold voice He sneered coldly, "Impossible, that's too ridiculous."

"I know your skills." He continued, "If you wanted to come out, you would have come out a long time ago. I thought you wanted to say goodbye to the past. You wanted to get rid of the people you knew before and start over. So I didn't Come to you, I think you have your plan."

With a wave of his hand, he tore up the paper in Gran's hand, "Tell me, is this your plan? A pile of waste paper?"

White confetti flew all over the sky. Gran rushed forward a few steps excitedly, and suddenly stood there, clenched his fists tightly, with a bad face and fierce eyes, but he didn't say anything.

He was clearly standing here, but his sense of existence was extremely thin. Under the light, his brown pupils were as small as the tip of a needle. Feng Zhannuo was startled suddenly, "Are you taking drugs?"