How do I get out of the Shura Field, who bumped into the ceiling

Lan Tang, the cadre of the port Mafia, woke up and found a stranger lying on the bed, his heart was numb.

——Here it is again, this brat, why on earth can he approach him without triggering his own vigilance?Not scientific at all!

Now Lan Tang has no doubt that the boy has no hostility towards him.

Just relying on the young man's ability to appear and disappear without triggering his own warning line, he is definitely a first-class expert in assassination missions.

The sleeping boy looked harmless, and Lan Tang spent half a second thinking about whether he had crossed the three-year warning line after drinking.

In the end, the French man decided that there should not be any. A man who is really drunk can't get better at all. Those who can get better are either pretending to be drunk when they are not drunk, or they are mixed with strange things in the wine.Obviously, the wine he drank was pure wine, and he was completely drunk.

After he breathed a sigh of relief, Lan Tang immediately thought it was very funny.

How long has it been since you have been so emotionally volatile?

For a long time, he has been like ashes frozen on the ice field, with no past and no future, and everything outside has no sense of reality to him, just like the story on the painting, thin and pale.

Whether it is life or death, it doesn't matter.The world is still the same whether the immediate boss changes or not.In this pale and colorless world, he himself is like a thin piece of white paper, without the slightest weight.

Lan Tang likes to read books, and always hopes to gain some "thickness" from the text. He tries to increase the thickness of his soul, so that he can fill something into that empty and pale soul.But unfortunately, the more I read more words, the more I feel pale and weak.

Especially when there is wind, it's so cold, so cold, his soul, which is as thin as a page, seems to be blown away by the wind, making him feel cold from the bottom of his heart.

Mafia shouldn't be seeing a psychiatrist, that's too ridiculous, and even accidentally revealing some secrets will hurt others and herself.But he still went, he knew that his cold was not physical but psychological, and he hoped that the psychiatrist could improve his symptoms.

In the end, the answer given by the doctor was similar to what he had imagined. It was speculated that this phenomenon was related to his lost memory, and it would be better if he was told to slowly regain his memory.

——What if I can’t find it?

Lan Tang always suspects that his past is like a page of paper, which was burnt to ashes a long time ago.

It took a while later, after constant investigation and searching, he finally found his memory.

It turned out that he was a spy from France. His original mission was to bring back the artificial abilities produced by the Island Nation Institute of Ability Research with his partner. In the end, his partner betrayed him, causing him to lose his memory in the explosion.

He was finally left in a strange country, lost everything in the past, and continued his life as pale as paper.

He thought that the only thing he had was his name.He was found after the Big Bang with 'Rimbaud' on his hat, which he believes should be his name.Lantang is just a transliteration of the name, making it more friendly for people who don't understand French in this country.

In fact, Rimbaud was not his name either. His real name was Verlaine—Paul Verlaine.

In the end, even his own name lost its sense of reality, as if it were a familiar word far away.

He once presented his name to that person, so the person with that name became the world-renowned 'King of Assassination'.

The people who bear his name have betrayed him, betrayed the mission, betrayed the country.

Lan Tang's memory didn't make him feel warm, instead he became colder.

The cold that went deep into his bones made him gradually lose his expectations for life and his desire for the future.

Has anyone ever felt that way?Walking in the cold wind, I thought I could find a warm place to live, but found myself lost, and it started snowing again.

He began to look forward to a quick end and get rid of such pain.

but--

Lan Tang was still waiting for something inexplicable in his heart, and he didn't know what it was, just like when he lost his memory, he didn't know what he was holding on to and still continued to search for his memory. Waiting for something lingering.

Even after losing everything, the still romantic and affectionate French man took some time to organize his messy thoughts before he noticed that the chill that had been piercing his bones had eased.He looked at his hands in confusion, and found that his hands were not trembling slightly due to the cold.

"Morning~"

The child in the bed yawned and muttered without opening his eyes.

"For breakfast, omelette, toast, peanut butter bread, no black pepper."

Lan Tang looked at the boy in confusion, why is this boy so cheeky?Too familiar, right?

"you--"

Lan Tang wanted to ask the boy, and wanted to confirm whether his sudden lack of fear of the cold had anything to do with him, but what he finally said was: "Do you want milk?"

"It should be warm, not too hot and not too cold. It should be about 45 degrees to 50 degrees. There is a thermometer in the kitchen. I bought it with your money yesterday, thank you."

Lan Tang: "..."

As a result, the French man, who was not very used to cooking by himself, still prepared a simple breakfast.

Otherwise, I'm sorry for the toaster in the kitchen.Yes, not just a thermometer, the guy bought a simple toaster!Lan Tang lost the courage to check the contents of his wallet.

Why would someone be so thick-skinned and so familiar?This is clearly a dove occupying the magpie's nest, turning against the customer!

Lan Tang wanted to accuse the other party of his arrogance, but in the end he saw the young man getting up in a daze, brushing his teeth and washing his face - what the hell did he buy a toothbrush, bowl and towel?

No, wait, nothing seems right here!

"you……"

"What a terrible breakfast. What you should buy is not a poetry book but a cookbook. You can't even bake bread? It's so dark that it can cause cancer! The fried egg is broken, it's scrambled eggs, why don't you add some tomatoes directly Tomato scrambled eggs, milk also smells like a paste, disaster, it's disaster level!"

The boy unceremoniously criticized his cooking skills, and finally affirmed.

"You'd better hire a nanny, it's hopeless."

Lan Tang: "I usually don't eat breakfast."

The boy tore off the battered part of the bread, stuffed the rest into his mouth, and said vaguely.

"That's why you are in poor health. Breakfast is very important to the human body. Many digestive organ diseases, including gallstones, come from the perfunctory breakfast. Many people think it can't be me, I'm fine, I don't matter, the result is yes You. Your body is worse than a child's because you don't eat well, gringo."

Lan Tang was helpless: "My name is Lan Tang, please call me by my name properly."

The young man drank the milk in one gulp, raised his hand and said, "I'm going out, see you tonight, it's just Jiang Zi!"

This guy ran out the door and disappeared like a big mouse after raging across the dining table.

Mafia's cadre, looking in the direction the boy left in confusion, was a little confused.

It's obviously his home, why does he seem like a guest who missed so many plots?

It seemed that without realizing it, he agreed to the other party to live in his house, eat, drink and even steal his wallet?No, he obviously didn't give the boy any strange hints, probably not... right?

Lan Tang once again wondered if he lost some important memory last night, and accidentally happened something that shouldn't have happened, which led to the evolution into such an overly righteous nurturing model.

In the end, he still gave up on pursuing this issue. Just like before, he felt... It doesn't matter anymore, and many things don't matter anymore.

A pale soul, a soul that has stepped into the cold winter, facing the youthful life of a young man under the bright sun, what is there to get to the bottom of it?A strange boy breaks into his life, even if he plots something, what is he worth losing when he has nothing?

He ordered a bite of the breakfast he made, then honestly spat it out, searched the phone feebly, and hired a nanny to come to clean up the mess.He had to admit that the baked bread he made was comparable to the hardness of baguettes and the taste of black bread. very.

The teenager used his money to buy materials, from bread eggs to sauces and even a toaster, and this is what he made.

The boy even ate it.

The French man couldn't say what he felt in his heart. He couldn't admit that he was seduced by a boy who was so many years younger than him. It had to be said that the boy was very considerate in strange places, making it hard to tell whether he was too capricious or caring.To describe it in one word...

family.

Lantang has no family, past or present.He had thought he had a chance, but it turned out to be delusional.

His partner has always been wary of him and doesn't treat him as a companion, let alone a family member.

He had to remind himself that he was thinking too much, it was because of the relief of cold symptoms, did he still have the mind to have such delusions?All fools know that unreasonable good intentions cannot exist. If there is, then you must pay the price several times the difference.

Lan Tang started to tidy up his room. Before the nanny came, he had to put away the important things.Valuable materials and books are placed in specially-made bookcases with locks, and other valuables are placed in safes.

He saw a strange ball of paper lying alone in the trash can.

He picked it up, unfolded it, and saw that it was a sentence he had written casually before, and it was just a sigh from the heart.

There is also writing on the back of the paper.

Turn it over and see that there is a short poem written in neat handwriting.

【My eternal soul, watch your heart, even though the night is lonely and the day is burning. 】

He read the words once and again.

His heart was ignited, and he felt warmth from the words.

He smoothed the paper with his hands and looked at it again before putting it in the safe.

... What kind of person raises such a child?

He couldn't help but wonder.

If someone really cultivated a young killer, then such a killer would be irresistible.