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I even face a nasty hesitation

Had to flee to solitude and desolation

In order not to live alone all my life in vain

Finally turned myself over to the devil

- Goethe's "Faust"

Moscow's long, cold winters start early and end late.

There is snow, but not very thick.The snow is so white that even the street lights at night are overshadowed by the white snow.Gin really likes the bone-chilling cold, he likes places with long winters, except for the smell of vodka that wafts through the streets and alleys here, it always reminds him of that stupid little brother—now he is thrown in the organization in Russia In the stronghold, he himself walked out on the streets alone.

This time the battle with the temple resulted in both losses. The United States is no longer suitable for staying. The organization evacuated to Russia, and he and a few old partners hid in Moscow. There were no tasks in a short time. Currently, the organization mainly focuses on concealment. .

Instead, he was free.

Lighting a cigarette with his left hand, he walked slowly on Arbat Street, but his mind was like an old movie showing, thinking of the year so far away that even he couldn't remember whether it really existed or not. .The girl with brown hair just walked ahead of her, running in the streets of the United States, in order to change a new frame for her sister's photo.That mirror frame was broken by myself.

On the Arbat Street, there are many street performers performing arts, some musicians playing "Katyusha" affectionately, and some painters with paint brushes depicting the snowy Arbat Street. He walked slowly, but stopped in front of a painting.

In the street scene of Arbat Street in the painting, the artist drew a girl with short brown hair, wearing a plaid coat, standing on the street, the face cannot be seen clearly in the watercolor painting, but the painter's superb skills, but the girl's body and temperament Behaved very well.

He was familiar with this figure.

Sherry...

He strode forward and asked the painter, who is this girl?

The painter poked his head with a brush and said, "Two or three hours ago, this girl was walking here. I saw that she was very beautiful in the picture, so I drew it."

"Where did she go?"

The heart suddenly started beating violently.

The painter pointed out, "She stood there for a while and then walked over there."

He frowned, and walked quickly in that direction.

After he left, a tea-haired girl in a plaid coat came out of the cafe. She happily admired the scenery captured on her mobile phone, stopped to look at the map for a while, and then walked in the direction behind him.

Qin Jiu did not see the figure he wanted to see as he wished, at this time the sky was snowing, and the sky and the earth turned white.

He laughed at himself lightly: Isn't that woman dead?

He still remembered how much he had expected that woman to die in front of him.He has thought countless times, what will he look like after she dies, happy?ecstasy?anger?sad?Distressed?

But when he saw her cold body lying on the bed with his own eyes, he still felt a heart-piercing pain.

It's really uncomfortable, it's so uncomfortable that there is not even a slight change in emotion, and it is as calm as a frozen lake.

Later, I couldn't help sighing that I was really a cruel man.

But why did my heart beat faster when I saw the painter's painting?

He threw away the burnt cigarette at his fingertips, relit one, and sat down on the bench.Quietly let the snowflakes fall on his shoulders.Looking at the heavy snow, I remembered that day.Some things have special meaning only to oneself.Just like the rooftop on that day, the unforgettable beautiful white snow, the heart-piercing red blood, and that woman.In retrospect, I feel so unreal, as if I had a daydream.

Sherry.

Gin intends to walk back to the organization's apartment, passing a public graffiti wall, he looks up, and there is a sentence in Japanese on the hand-painted wall full of Russian art words, the font seems familiar:

If it is still possible, where should I find you?

He stopped and stared for a long time.

In the end, he lowered his head with a self-deprecating smile and walked forward.

Walking, walking, his hands suddenly became stiff...

The sequelae of Hercules are getting worse.

At the beginning, he felt that his body hadn't changed in any way, and he was amazed at the miracle of the medicine developed by Shiho, but as time went by, the first stiffness appeared in his body.

He clearly felt the stiffness of his muscles, unable to move.

It's like a normal and standard rigor phenomenon.

The gentleman knew about this, and he said: "You have worked hard these few years. This time, you successfully recaptured the drug information and killed the traitor Shirley, successfully destroyed the temple's influence in the United States, and killed the other party. One of the leaders, you have contributed a lot. Now that the organization has suffered this kind of injury, it is better not to be too reluctant, go and take a good rest for a while, and heal the sequelae before coming back."

The gentleman gave him a big vacation, a big vacation with no expiration date.Originally, the organization wanted to send him a doctor, but he refused.

He came to an island with vodka. This island was one of the strongholds of the previous organization. Later, the organization had other and better strongholds, so it was abandoned.The villagers on the island lived an ordinary life and did not notice that there were two people living in that luxurious manor on the island.He lived in seclusion and stopped asking about outside affairs until he recovered from his illness.

But the condition seems to be getting more and more serious. At first, the stiffness appeared every half a day, but now it has happened every hour.This phenomenon also occurred to many people in the organization.After all, my own life was taken back from the god of death by anti-human means.Compared to Sherry who didn't survive, I should feel happier, right?

But for some reason, my heart felt empty.

Vodka asked someone to clean up and down the manor inside and out. The barren fields in the manor were planted with various flowers.He sat on the balcony on the roof of the manor building, looking at the busy figures of the gardeners, thinking about how beautiful it would look like in spring.She would be glad if she could see it.

I don't know how long I've been here, a month?Or three months?I can't remember it for a long time.

Things like time, after all, have to be with exciting things to be meaningful.

As expected, I was useless, and I started to think about such boring questions.It seems that only by shooting can you feel alive.

A stray cat came to the manor, but he didn't drive it away and let it sleep in his manor.

The cat has black fur, but there is a tuft of yellow-yellow hair on the top of its head.

If Sherry sees it, she will like it.

So, he left it.

I don't know when this lifeless recuperation career will end.

Yes, it's over, whatever it is, it doesn't matter if you die, or you recover and continue to fight for the organization, whatever, please let it end.

What if there are still regrets?

It hurts, it hurts, you understand it, can you get better?

once leaned on each other's shoulders

Now we are wandering in the sea of ​​people

—— Ding Dang "I Love Him"