Stand-in messenger at the winery

"Sister, are you cold?" Perhaps it was because Sha Luo was trembling too obviously, the white-haired boy raised his head and spoke tenderly.

"It's okay, I'm just," Sharo stuck, "it's just a little cold, can you help me get a blanket?"

"Hmm." He nodded emphatically.

"Go quickly." Sha Luo nudged him, "But don't run too fast on the road, or you will be scolded by the dean."

The wooden door creaked shut, leaving only Shaluo and... the killer in the room.

The air was almost frozen, Sha Luo didn't know why he didn't act immediately, but this was an opportunity for her.

So she turned as quietly as possible to the back of the bookshelf, but was still spotted.

Before putting down the book in his hand, the red-haired boy had already reached in front of Sharo, and easily lifted up Sharo's collar, "I wanted to read the ending of this story... and I don't like to read the ending of this story... The book is dirty."

Sha Luo caught a glimpse of the book in his hand as a very common fairy tale, after all, this is the library of the orphanage.

But looking at the young man's inorganic green pupils, some kind of great fear still gripped her... This is a real killer!After struggling for so long, she still couldn't escape death.

Sha Luo, who had been hiding in this warm harbor for more than three days, showed unwillingness in her eyes. Her brain was running at high speed in self-serving way. Rational plans were entangled with emotional screams that appeared from time to time. When disappearing...

Sha Luo's foot hit the bookshelf, and after a small shake, as if inspired by heaven, several books fell out, and the one on top was - One Thousand and One Nights.

So Sharo showed a vain smile:

"Do you like listening to stories?"

The white-haired boy came back here with a blanket, but only saw the wide open windows and the howling cold wind, rolling up the finally extinguished ashes in the fireplace and blowing them into the finely crushed snow.

When he was taken away by a young killer named Oda Sakunosuke, Sharo felt a little bit alive after the catastrophe.

This seemingly emotionless killer was actually willing to spare her life for the sake of the ending.

Tucking herself into a long cotton robe, she watched Oda open an iron door thinner than her figure, and after bypassing several convenience store lunch boxes, she was finally able to sit down. On an old dilapidated sofa.

"I don't want to kill you yet, but you must tell me the ending tomorrow." Oda said.

This is a safe house. In the corner on the right is a wooden table with a microwave oven and a kettle on it. Under the table are boxes of supplies. Sharo saw the magazine clips placed with the convenience food.

Oda walked into a small cubicle with a kettle, and she heard the sound of splashing water, which should be a bathroom.

Then there was a chest of drawers on her left and the sofa under her, and apart from that, it would not be an exaggeration to describe the room as poor.

The water boiled quickly, Oda rummaged through the box under the table, took out a box of instant noodles, tore off the lid, and rushed into the hot water.

With a sound of Zilla, the fragrance wafted out, stimulating Shaluo's sense of smell and stomach.

Saliva came out honestly from the base of his tongue, and after Sharo swallowed, he felt his stomach growl.

This is not some kind of hallucination, but a real fact, which even alarmed the young killer with keen hearing.

He turned his head, and Sha Luo was fidgeting on the sofa. She took a deep breath, and finally gritted her teeth and said a word——

"Well, do you know that people will starve to death?" She just sneaked into the orphanage. In fact, she hadn't eaten properly for two days, and she just persisted on the dry bread she saved.

"Are you going to die soon?" He was still sucking on the noodles, his eyes were a little dull under the heat.

"Maybe," Sharo corrected, "yes."

"Then can you tell me the ending before you die?" he asked.

Shaluo suddenly had some kind of strong courage in her heart, "No!" She replied loudly, "I will never tell you the ending until I live until tomorrow."

So Shaluo also had a bowl of instant noodles.

The noodles hadn't been soaked until soft, but Shaluo couldn't wait to start eating. The warm food filled her stomach. The salty taste and the oily aroma of junk food were telling her body that she was taking in some necessary substances. This sudden encounter The girl who has changed dramatically has been strong for too long, but her defense seems to start to collapse when a little bit of heat hits her eyes.

"I've never seen a task target as young as you." Seeing the girl add unnecessary saltiness to her instant noodles, Oda suddenly said something.

She was still wearing the cotton robe that he had thrown over casually before, her eyes and nose were red, her hair was messy, and there were scratches on her palms that had just scabbed over.

And even if it doesn't matter to him in most cases, Oda can still use his grasp of human common sense to judge that this girl undoubtedly belongs to the "beautiful" category.

Although he didn't speak any more, Shaluo understood his unspoken meaning miraculously, "The person who wants to kill me is my elder." She sniffed, "For my parents' inheritance." She probably Can guess who took this opportunity to make trouble, and did not hesitate to kill them all to get his father's company.

"Then your elder is really incompetent." Oda commented like this, without taking into account that this person is also his employer.

It's all about dishonorable means, and being afraid of a 12-year-old girl is indeed extremely incompetent in a certain sense.

Maybe it was because of the food, Sha Luo found that he actually had the strength to let out a dry laugh.

"You're right." She replied softly.

"You can sleep on this sofa tonight," Oda blinked, "I will ask you to tell me the ending tomorrow morning."

The hand holding the plastic fork tightened, and Sharo's smile was bitter, so I still wanted to kill her...

Perhaps, she should start thinking about the second story tonight.

Recalling the last words her mother left her, Sha Luo slurped the instant noodle bowl and drank the soup. She must not die, she still has things to do!

three days later.

"Is today's story over?" Oda moved a small wooden stool, with his hands and feet tied to it, and asked Sharo with his arms around his knees.

Sha Luo, who has been chasing for two days, nodded, "This story is over." She even felt a little comforted when she saw the way Oda drew a gun behind him after hesitating for three seconds.

At least she didn't draw the knife right away. When she finished telling the story on the first day, she was pressed against the tip of the knife and told the beginning of the second story.

The cold blade was on his throat between breaths, rising and falling with the trembling of his skin.

"Do you still have a story?" Oda asked the girl with his brow drooping slightly.

He likes reading books very much, but it is difficult to bear a story without an ending. It feels like chewing between his lips and teeth after smelling the aroma of food, but he can't swallow the food in the end, and he is still unsatisfied.

And he likes girls' stories very much.

"Yes," Sharo said, "my inspiration flows like a stream melting on a snowy mountain."

"Then it looks like I won't be able to kill you for a while," Oda tilted his head, "What should I do? The client has urged me several times."

Then give up killing me, brother!Even though he thought so, Shaluo could only put on a bitter face cooperatively.

Both of them looked at each other sadly, and there was a ticking sound from the unscrewed faucet in the bathroom.

Oda blinked, and before Sharo could react, he suddenly mentioned her and jumped out of the window!

The height of the three-story building, Shaluo saw the ground getting closer and closer to her, screaming stuck in her throat, and the sound of the car horn rang in her ears, she was like a sack being carried by Oda, and Oda stepped on the street light nimbly, and then directly jumped onto the top of the big truck with force.

Behind him was the sound of a huge explosion, and the dust and sand were blown up by the heat. Only by hiding under Oda's windbreaker did Sharo escape from some flesh injuries.

The driver could vaguely hear a curse, and then he stepped on the accelerator and accelerated away from this place of right and wrong, fully demonstrating the basic qualities of a Yokohama person.

"It's over," Oda's voice still couldn't hear much emotion, and Sharo could only judge his loss at the moment from his drooping eyebrows, "I haven't done the garbage sorting this week."

"It's okay." Sha Luo patted him on the shoulder symbolically, "It's all been harmlessly disposed of anyway." It's all burned up.

So when the car drove out of the block and was about to reach the main road, Oda jumped off the roof of the car with Sharo in his hands.

This time, Sha Luo was fully prepared and found a comfortable position to lie on his back.

"After I accepted your mission, I didn't take any other missions," Oda said as he walked through the streets with Sharo on his back, letting him hang on his body like a sloth, while holding a gun in both hands, always vigilant, "One of the best safe houses just got blown up."

Having quickly mastered Oda's behavior style in the three days of getting along, Sharo immediately understood his unfinished meaning, "So... we have no money." Maybe it was intentional or unintentional, Sharo used "" the word "we".

One shot killed a man in black who appeared in front of him. Oda seemed to be predictable. He ran without hesitation in the intricate alleys, and all the ambushing enemies were blocked by his gun.

He nodded silently, and supported Sha Luo who was poking his head around his neck, keeping her away from his arteries. The hot air of his breath fell on his cool skin, making him very uncomfortable.

"Put that girl down, we have no interest in your life!" Perhaps the tactics of the sneak attack didn't work, and several men in black adopted the plan of outflanking and encircling them. road.

Sha Luo felt a chill in his heart, the reality that he least wanted to face appeared, these people came after her.