When the blind date is 5t5

Someone hired a hitman to kill me?

This piece of information was like a bomb that fell on the head suddenly, exploded, and the brain became blank.

I looked at him blankly, and driven by instinct, I asked in a low voice: "Then how much am I worth?"

The black-haired killer probably didn't expect me to ask such a question.

He froze for a moment, and after a few seconds, he laughed recklessly and flamboyantly, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

"How much do you think I'm worth?" He looked at me again with great interest.

Facing his gaze, I thought about it for half a minute, then stretched out my fingers, which were almost bloodless, and compared a number to him.

"At least one hundred million."

Hearing the number I said, the upward arc of the black-haired killer's mouth widened.

"Why do you think you're worth [-] million?" He asked with some doubts, then he dragged a chair casually and sat down across from me.

With his hands folded in front of his chest, he stared at me closely with those dark black pupils.

"Because," I felt a little shy about praising myself, I raised my chin and said to him with a puffy face, "Nurse is a treasure in the world. Especially since I'm still the top existence among nurses, I will definitely be worth a lot .”

"Nurse?" The black-haired killer raised an eyebrow.

I nodded, "That's right, haven't you ever played a game? Isn't a doctor in a game the same as a nanny?"

Seeing that the man in front of me really didn't know much about the game, I blinked in disappointment.

There are really people in this world who don't know about games!

Did he come out of a ravine?

Suddenly, I felt a feeling of pity for this outdated uncle in front of me who looked like an old man, but actually didn't even know how to play games.

I struggled in my head for a while, and I really couldn't bear the loneliness of not talking to anyone for so long, so I explained to him: "The ones like yours who are good at fighting and have extremely high output are called dps, which are specially used to exorcise Remove the curse. When you are injured, the one who heals your wounds is the nanny, that is, me. Oh, and there are assistants..."

However, before I could finish my introduction, I was interrupted.

A faint smell of blood surged from the tip of my nose unexpectedly, and I raised my eyes, but my sight was occupied by his suddenly zoomed-in face.

"Little ghost, do you have a problem with your brain?" The black-haired killer asked with a smile, his voice was inexplicably cold, "You can actually have such a happy chat with the killer who is about to kill yourself, aren't you afraid of me doing it?"

"I'm afraid." I replied honestly, but my attention was drawn to his thin lips for no reason.

His lips were pale, and there was a long, conspicuous scar near the corner of his mouth.

Logically speaking, the existence of scars would greatly reduce his appearance.

But it didn't, it didn't damage his appearance at all, on the contrary, it added a bit of ruffian and evil to him.

so fierce.

I thought so, but my right hand wanted to touch the scar at the corner of his mouth just around the corner.

This behavior is too desperate, like pulling a tiger's beard.

Before the body could act, reason quickly overwhelmed this impulse.I took a deep breath and said sullenly: "However, you can't kill me."

The black-haired killer didn't realize what I was thinking just now. He raised the corners of his lips, and said in a protracted tone, "Little devil, don't you think highly of this curse spirit? It's just a special class. As long as I want to do it, she won't be able to keep her at all." Your little life."

After speaking, he raised his hand and stroked the back of my neck with his cold fingertips.

I don't know if it's because this skin is too sensitive. At that moment, I felt an electric current rushing into my body along his fingertips, and the heat suddenly rose and gradually spread to my upper cheeks.

I subconsciously looked at him, my eyes met his killing intent, my scalp suddenly went numb, but the back of my neck was his nonchalant movement.

In silence, danger and ambiguity are intertwined, just like sparks falling, the blood is ignited, and strange impulses in the blood vessels start to rush.

This was the first time I had such close contact with a man, and my body trembled unconsciously.

"Blushed," he said.

The embarrassment was pointed out, I bit my lip uncomfortably, and my heart was trembling heavily.

The man's slightly pleasant low laughter gradually echoed in his ears.

I was silent for a moment, feeling the heat on my cheeks that could melt ice cubes, and changed the subject stiffly: "Are you injured?"

In response to my flinching, he snorted softly, "It's someone else's blood. So far no one has been able to hurt me."

"Oh."

Maybe it was because I was bored by my attitude like a dead fish, the black-haired killer paused, then retreated without hesitation, and sat back on the wooden chair again.

He crossed his legs, his black eyes wandered silently through this simple and dark cell, and said in an unclear tone: "Forget it, I changed my mind."

I looked at him puzzled.

"Little devil," he kicked off the table, as if reminding me to listen carefully, "I won't kill you. But as a price, you will owe me [-] million from today."

?

[-] million? ! !

I was in a daze digesting the fact that I was suddenly in debt, and I began to doubt his identity as a killer in my mind.

Really a killer and not a robber?How can anyone buy and sell like this?

Maybe it was because the disbelief on my face was too obvious, his eyes darkened suddenly, his thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and his appearance became more and more ferocious.

"Do you want to renege on your debt?" He raised his voice, threatening to kill you if you dare to renege on your debt.

When I heard this, I licked my dry lips uneasily, and denied it, "No."

"Okay." After getting my answer, he stood up and raised his chin towards me, "Let's go."

After speaking, he walked towards the door step by step.

Watching the man leave, at this moment, I suddenly realized that I still don't know his name.

!!!

A wave of panic suddenly surged in my heart, I rushed to the door, pulled the crumbling metal door, and shouted at him, "Hey, uncle, I don't know what your name is yet?"

"Fuheshier," he didn't turn his head, just waved his hand lazily, "Also, don't call me uncle."

Vol Heshel.

I stared at the man's slender back, silently recited his name in my heart, and then asked: "Mr. Fu Hei, will you still come to see me in the future?"

I have been imprisoned here since my mother died, and it should be almost half a year now.

During this period, no one came to visit me except the servant who delivered the food.

It was lonely, and it felt like being abandoned by the whole world.

Sometimes, I still doubt whether I have the ability to communicate with others.

Fu Heisher's accidental intrusion was like throwing a small stone into this boring life, and immediately caused ripples.

Since you can break into this place once, you will definitely be able to break into it a second time.

I thought about it, summoned up the courage to repeat to him: "Will you come again?"

There was a hint of expectation in the tone of the inquiry, and the heartbeat gradually lost its original rhythm while waiting for his reply.

Bang, bang, echoed clearly in the ear like a drum.

Time began to elongate, and the speed of passage gradually slowed down.

After a long while, I saw Fuheshier's footsteps stopped.

Breathing was stagnant, and the hand holding the door subconsciously exerted force.

It wasn't until the scorching summer wind carried his answer across his cheeks that the tense nerves gradually relaxed.

"meeting."

Hearing this, I could hardly hold back the joy in my heart, and cheered: "It's an agreement."

The sun shines silently on this gradually moving back, cicadas sing, and the air is full of the dark fragrance of tung blossoms.

Since then, he has never appeared again.

——*——*——

Gojo Satoru looked at me inquisitively, "You know him?"

I came back to my senses and nodded at him, "Fu Hei..."

This name has been buried in the depths of memory for too long, and when it was mentioned again, it got stuck.

I paused in surprise, and after organizing my words in my mind, I turned to ask softly: "Mr. Fu Hei, is he okay now?"

Gojo Satoru looked calm, "Dead."

In fact, I am not surprised to get this answer, but I still feel a little emotional and lost in my heart.

After a while, I asked again: "Then do you know where his grave is?"

"Why?" His strength in holding my hand suddenly increased, and there was a bit of displeasure in his tone, "You still want to worship him?"

I looked at him nonchalantly, only to see that the smile that was always on the corner of his mouth disappeared, as if a layer of frost had been frozen, making him look extremely cold.

Does he have any grudge against Mr. Fu Hei?

This question suddenly popped up in my heart, but I didn't dare to ask him at this moment.

After all, from the heart.

I had no choice but to deny it and said, "No. I just asked."

However, this answer did not succeed in reassuring him.

Gojo Satoru glanced over my ingratiating smile, then sneered, "After I killed him, I left the body where it was, and now it's probably all taken away by wild dogs."

Well, it's really a hater relationship.

I secretly confirmed my previous guess, and my eyes quietly became complicated.

But Gojo Satoru didn't let me go, instead he became aggressive, "Asuka, how did you know him? What does it have to do with him? You forgot me, but you still remember him?"

Three souls asked questions in a row, and I was caught off guard.

……

Whose vinegar jar has been overturned, it's so sour.

Very good, it's my own.

I slandered speechlessly, and tried to explain to him instead: "I met once when I was 16 years old. My relationship with him is probably a debtor and a creditor."

Wujo Wu heard the words, his face softened a little, but he was still rigid, "How much do you owe?"

"Seven hundred million."

"I spent a billion to redeem his son," Wujo Wujo looked at Kei, and then said to me confidently, "In other words, your current creditor is me."

Wait, can it be converted like this?

I froze, my brain started to clutter.

On the other side, the battle against Fuhei has just ended.