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"Bang!" "Bang!"

The two gunshots overlapped in the grove covered by a layer of black veil at night, and the dead trees looked very abrupt in the days when spring just arrived.In the dark night, even the pale soft light of the moon was obscured by black clouds.The cold wind in early spring swept across the cheeks, making the thin sweat on the temples colder and extending to the heart.

Among the four, only one fell down.

The gun in his hand hit the ground first before he fell, and then his body hit the ground with a muffled thud, almost masked by the friction between the branches.

However... To her ears, it was like a bolt from the blue.

Wu Lin only had eyes on the man who fell backwards. She raised her head in a daze, watching the blood overflowing from that man's wrist, but Wu Lin didn't feel the excitement of hitting the target.She raised her eyes and saw John who was showing his figure because the man fell down. She knew that there should be no anger in her heart, but she still rushed forward uncontrollably.

Fusco, who was threatened with a gun by the fallen man, turned around, saw Wu Lin and John, and breathed a sigh of relief: "[You guys are a bit late.]"

John was a little out of breath, and it seemed that he had really rushed there for a long time: "[Fortunately, it's too late.]"

Wu Lin stepped forward, reconciled with the two, and tried her best not to say anything.She was a little angry, a little sad, and unspeakably embarrassed.

Fusco has already taken out the mobile phone from the dead man, and introduced to John that this mobile phone is the only evidence that can guarantee that Fusco will not be regarded as a murderer.Wu Lin watched in amazement that John was about to destroy it, subconsciously stepped forward, stretched out her hand, and blocked it in front of the phone.The pistol hit Wu Lin's hand, and Wu Lin endured the pain and took the phone away with the other hand.John shook his head at Wu Lin, and Wu Lin stared back as if to show weakness.So far, John didn't say anything, Fusco's eyes flashed a light: "I'm going to dispose of the corpse."

Wu Lin forced a smile and nodded: "Don't forget, this evidence does not exist."

Fusco went to find the shovel, while Wu Lin and John walked down the mountain one after the other.Wu Lin was a little absent-minded, and John, who was walking in front, could feel the change in Wu Lin, and he was a little worried.Every time I see a corpse, it is not so easy to accept.This was Wu Lin's second confrontation, and he wasn't sure if Wu Lin had come out of the shadow of murder.Anyway, this time, Wu Lin's marksmanship was quite accurate.

John thought that when he first came up, he didn't see Wu Lin's hiding, and he was secretly a little angry, why Wu Lin had been tracking Fusco longer than him and hadn't tracked him yet.It wasn't until after the shooting that it was discovered that Wu Lin was indeed following her. It was estimated that she hadn't found the time to do so at that time.

"Today, well done. Good concealment and marksmanship."

Wu Lin looked up at John who had turned into walking side by side at some point. The complicated emotions in her heart made her not know what to say for a while.Maybe it was because Wu Lin didn't talk to him, so John kept his mouth shut for a while.

After a few minutes, he continued: "If you want to talk about..."

Wu Lin shook her head, but she still didn't speak. At this time, she had already buried her head in her walk again. After a while, they had arrived at the cars that Wu Lin and John were driving for tracking. Are you going back?"

Instinctively refused, but she herself had wandered off to nowhere, if driving now was as dangerous as drunk driving, she finally nodded: "Please, thank you."

Wu Lin looked at the surrounding scenery, but her heart was still not in the car.

John wanted to say something several times. Wu Lin looked very troubled. He wanted to tell Wu Lin that the corpse was not a terrible thing, and killing people would not be too terrible.But the truth is that every time he grips a pistol, though his hand never shakes, his heart trembles every time a bullet capable of taking someone's life is pushed out by his pull of the trigger.Each time, he would ask himself, is this correct?What he killed was only worth death?Sometimes, he can say yes without hesitation, and sometimes... he doesn't know whether it is.

After Wu Lin got out of the car, John watched Wu Lin enter the door, turned around, and returned to his room.

After a while, John heard a knock on the door. Wu Lin looked a little strange and blushed.There was a faint smell of alcohol on his body, but...he had only been home for less than 10 minutes, so it was impossible for Wu Lin to drink a lot?

"Won't it bother you? I mean, kill."

John brought people into the house: "Have you been drinking?"

Wu Lin pointed a finger at John: "A glass! You haven't said it yet, don't you feel troubled?"

"Will it make a difference? You've got to get over it."

"No! Everything matters!"

"Well, yes. If you bother, you'll get used to it."

"So you can't sleep at night?"

"Yes."

"But, you killed a lot of people. But... me too... how can you accept those hands?"

Wu Lin's eyes were a little sad, and John patted her on the shoulder.

"The people who are killed are those who will cause more deaths. It is very cost-effective to exchange one for a group."

Wu Lin stared blankly at John, her brown and black pupils keenly captured the emotions emerging from her blue eyes.

Tears suddenly fell in her eyes, and Wu Lin threw herself into John's arms sobbing and muttering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Only then did John realize that the glass of wine in Wu Lin's mouth was probably...

"How much and what kind of wine did you drink?"

While sobbing, Wu Lin drew out the size of a small wine glass with her hands: "It's so big, it looks like a tequila, woo woo woo, you are so fierce! You are as bad as him! Always force me to do something I don't want Things to do!"

John took a deep breath, hesitation flashed in his eyes, whether he should find out who he was, what happened in the past two months, and why she killed people.It's just that Wu Lin was trembling and was obviously terrified. She curled up in John's arms and answered his question directly: "I'm obviously so scared, my hands are shaking, and he insists on forcing me. He said that if I don't kill, you will too." Dangerous, mother is also in danger. Mom..."

Wu Lin tried her best to curl herself into a ball in John's arms, and the shaking gradually stopped, as if she had discovered some new continent, she pressed her face against John's chest, and rubbed her face a few times to test the softness.

John couldn't laugh or cry, he was so like her mother?He planned to slowly put Wu Lin on the sofa, but he didn't expect that Wu Lin would grab him by the neckline and kneel down on the sofa: "Don't go! You don't want to go! Don't let me go!"

John's hand hesitated for a while. He wanted to get Wu Lin's hand off, but when his hand touched Wu Lin's, Wu Lin let go of it by herself. Down, stand up.John wanted to hold him up so he wouldn't fall.Unexpectedly, although Wu Lin staggered a little when she walked, there was nothing serious about it.When John was about to touch Wu Lin's shoulder, Wu Lin grabbed John's hand and wanted to throw him over the shoulder. Fortunately, John also restrained Wu Lin reflexively.

then……

Wu Lin struggled in John's arms, but Wu Lin's struggle was like a kitten blowing fur, losing its usual danger, rubbing against each other, and angering John.As a normal male who has lived without X for almost a year, he is now... very internally wounded.

John let go of his hand immediately, and Wu Lin fell to the ground, looking at John with an aggrieved face.John had no choice but to lift the man up. He didn't care about anything else, and threw him on the bed: "Call me if you need it. I'll get you some water."

Wu Lin twisted and vomited twice, but she didn't spit out anything, and then she fell asleep peacefully with the pillow on her back.

When John went in to put the water next to the bed, Wu Lin seemed to feel the wind. She pulled the quilt back, turned over, and left her back to John.Except for the bedroom door, John stood in front of the window usually used to monitor Wu Lin, watching the moonlight quietly, his thoughts were a little confused.Thinking of the days when killing was the only goal in the past, and thinking of his only goddess during that time, Jessica.Inexplicably, amidst the pain, guilt emerged.

The next day, when Wu Lin got up, her mouth was dry and she had a severe headache, as if she had been stuck with a small needle.Then the memories of last night came back completely.For example... She hugged someone and cried... Another example... She lost when she fell over her shoulder while playing with someone... Her head hurt even more...

Looking at the water beside the bed, Wu Lin was still a little moved. Finally, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she gulped down the bottle of water in one go.Before she went out, she smelled a scent, eggs and bacon!The glutton was completely hooked, Wu Lin rushed to the toilet excitedly, and found an unopened toothbrush and folded towels, Wu Lin praised in her heart, and was very thoughtful.

After washing up, as soon as he went out, he saw that he was dressed very casually, with only a white round neck sports T-shirt and black square pants.Wu Lin raised her eyebrows, John held up a plate of bacon, toast and eggs, motioning for Wu Lin to take it away.Wu Lin stepped forward quickly, took the plate, and thanked John: "Thank you. This breakfast, and yesterday."

"Speaking of which, are you okay with your headache?"

"Okay, thanks for the water."

"you are welcome."

Sitting at the dining table, Wu Lin thought about what she said yesterday, and she didn't seem to have said anything that should not be said.Except mother...

She misses her mother very much, madly missing...

But as soon as she thought of going back, she didn't want to see her mother very much.

No... It's not that I don't want to... but I dare not...

Wu Lin withdrew her thoughts, saw John standing and eating and his faintly protruding belly, and secretly covered her mouth and smiled.John was a little baffled, looked down at himself, and there seemed to be nothing wrong.Wu Lin smiled and coughed a few times before she could resume speaking.

"Cough... your little belly, how long has it been since you exercised?"

Wu Lin stretched out her hand to poke on purpose. John first hid, then stopped backing and let Wu Lin poke a few times.As a result, Wu Lin's fingers had to shake several times before recovering.

John grinned: "Well, who needs exercise more?"

Wu Lin also smiled back. After eating, she said goodbye to John: "Thank you, really, thank you."

She hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to go forward and hug John. John didn't dodge, but hugged back.Wu Lin subconsciously rubbed a few times, and was surprised to find that she let go immediately after what she was doing, suppressing her shyness, she became more and more familiar with doing this thing.

As soon as she walked downstairs, Wu Lin felt as if she was being watched.She looked left and right, a gust of wind blew behind her head, Wu Lin leaned to the side, turned around, grabbed the thing that was trying to attack her, it was a hand, she wanted to pull it out, but the man seemed to be standing still, there was no move.

The man's other hand turned into a palm and struck at Wu Lin's arm. Wu Lin's hand pushed the man's arm, and his body shifted, causing the man's palm to be slashed.Just when Wu Lin was about to twist the man's hand behind the man's back, she saw the man's face.Wu Lin froze almost instantly, let go of her hands, and lowered her head.

The dark brown eyes should make people feel soft, but to Wu Lin, they are a pair of devil's eyes.

The golden hair should be as dazzling as Apollo, but for Wu Lin, the golden color reflects the sunlight back, like a dagger out of its sheath, and has a metallic texture.

"Palf Devine..."

Palf put his hands down: "Well done, there is no regression."

Wu Lin didn't answer, she still lowered her head and maintained the same posture.

A trace of helplessness flashed in Palf's eyes: "Is there anything to report?"

Wu Lin's voice seemed to be squeezed out: "No."

Just when Palf was about to say something more, another voice came from between the two: "Is there any problem?"

Wu Lin looked up in surprise and found that it was John, who put his hand on Wu Lin's shoulder.

Palf was about the same height as John, but John was still slightly taller, and Wu Lin felt relieved by his condescending look.Palf moved his eyes to John's face coldly, looked up and down, and then raised the corners of his mouth. The disdainful look made John raise his eyebrows, and he also laughed provocatively.However, Palf didn't accept his provocation. Instead, he turned his gaze back to Wu Lin. Wu Lin lowered her head just after meeting his gaze.

"I've been watching you, don't try to hide anything."

After finishing speaking, he walked away again, got into a black van in the corner, and John let go of Wu Lin's shoulders: "Are you okay?"

Wu Lin shook her head, and she was in a trance. She was almost hit by a passing car, and John held her hand.Only then did John realize that Wu Lin's palms were covered with sweat.

"Is he the 'he'? The one who persecuted you?"

"Yes……"

"What are you hiding?"

"It will not pose a threat to you."

John forced Wu Lin to face him, holding Wu Lin's shoulders with both hands: "Lin, if you are in trouble, we can help."

Wu Lin forced a smile: "I'm fine, don't worry. I'm just... a little scared. It's fine, thank you. I... I'm leaving, call me."

After finishing speaking, she freed her shoulders from his hands. Wu Lin looked around, and when she saw that there was no car, she ran to the opposite side and disappeared into the building.

John took a deep look at Wu Lin's hurried figure, and turned on the phone to Finch: "Finch, you are looking for the information of Palf Devine, the most important thing is the last two months."

Finch's voice was a little lazy: "Palf Devine?"

"Lin."

"Okay, I know."

The author has something to say: Actually... this is not the bloody thing I planned...