Late autumn

Just like a unthreaded sweater, once a principle is broken, it cannot be contained.It was another period of training, and gradually I couldn't tell whether my target was a virtual object or a real person.I am as numb to blood as I am to laboratory reagents, as if they should be poured at the muzzle of my gun, as laboratory reagents should lie in my beakers and vials.I was well integrated into the organization. The incident at the shooting range made me realize the strength of the organization, and I also understood that in this kind of life, all I want is the safety of my sister and me.

On the way back to the laboratory, snowflakes fluttered in the sky, and everything in the world seemed so pure and white.It seems to be out of place with my black body.Yes, I am black.

A touch of bright rose red came into view, perhaps because of the visual fatigue caused by the dark shadows in front of my eyes these days, this bright color seemed so eye-catching at first glance.Black screen, black gun, black windbreaker, black Porsche.It's rare to see such a clean, pure red without a trace of impurities. That's my favorite red rose.I decisively bought a large bunch and carried them back to the laboratory.Take it as a comfort to my tired eyes every day, at least I know that I am not alone, and there are such bright colors around me.

As always, I changed into a white coat, sat in front of the test bench and worked hard.I don't remember how long it took, but when I looked up again, the clock on the wall had pointed to two o'clock in the morning.Seeing the gorgeous rose red by the window, I seemed to regain my energy, so I started the next set of experiments.

Another overnight.

I don't understand what I'm working so hard for.Perhaps it is purely because its development is related to academics. I am only out of academic rigor or scientific curiosity and thirst for knowledge.Or maybe I want to finish it as soon as possible, and then, to realize the secret in my heart.

Recently, I always meet Gin and Vodka in the laboratory building.They appear to be here for a routine review.The other team members greeted him timidly when they saw him, and then left in a hurry.

I've heard experimenters refer to Gin as "Reaper" privately. Gin seemed to know too, but he didn't care.Maybe this is what he wants, to be intimidated by others, to be feared by others.

He ignored anyone's greetings and walked straight forward. We were getting closer and closer in the narrow corridor.I lowered my head, didn't look at him, and passed him in a hurry.He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but it was only for a moment. He still walked forward unhurriedly, and I hurried behind him, just wanting to leave this place quickly.

It was him, the one who forced me to become what I am now, that is him.My feeling for him is very strange, even I can't figure it out myself, there is fear, disgust, and hatred, but there is also a trace of sympathy and appreciation.I fear his power, his cruelty.But admire his decisiveness, rationality and calmness.I hate him for making me into this kind of person, but I sympathize with his loneliness.No one dares to approach him easily, I think, his soul is lonely.In his world, there are no friends, and even few opponents.He hid his heart very well, and disguised his loneliness with coldness and arrogance.

A man with long blond hair and dressed in black walked alone in the boundless darkness.

I went back to the lab and prepared a new solution. Gin pushed the door open at this moment and entered. He didn't speak, but the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the team members who were doing experiments in the laboratory all left one after another.There were only three of us in the house.Still very quiet.

I couldn't stand this oppressive atmosphere, and finally spoke, with an inaccessible coldness in my tone: "What are you doing here?"

Ignoring a sign on the wall that prohibits open flames, he lit a cigarette. "You don't seem to welcome me."

I turned to him. "I'm just afraid my lab will be bleeding."

For a moment, there seemed to be a hint of sadness in his eyes, and he immediately returned to his stern look.Am I wrong?How could the organization's number one killer, Gin, who held the power of life and death in the organization, show such an expression?

"No one in your lab deserves to die under my gun except you. So there is no need for you to worry."

I didn't want to talk more with him, so I changed the subject: "So, what is the purpose of your coming today?"

"It's just to urge the progress of the experiment on behalf of that gentleman. By the way, I also want to see how the effect is after that training."

He was referring to the obliteration of life.

I chuckled: "You don't have to worry about this. Two live experiments have been done, and they all died when the experiments failed. That kind of sympathy and pity no longer exists in me, so you can go."

He could hear what I meant, stood up, the brim of the hat and long bangs covered his face, he turned around, but saw the rose by my window at that moment.His gaze stayed there, and he suddenly sneered, and said, "It seems that you have adapted to life here. The bunch of roses by the window looks like the color of blood. Why, do you also like blood red now? I I'm really happy." After speaking, he turned and left.

Thinking about me now, I can watch the living beings fall in front of me without changing my face, and their faces are still full of fear of death.Looking at their faces like this, I sometimes wonder if I would feel the same fear in my heart when I face death.

There is no emotion in an organization, and working under Gin, who is called the "Grim Reaper", is accompanied by death.I don't know when and why, after a gunshot, I will fall into a pool of blood, like those people, and I won't wake up again.

Outside the window is the endless night, white snow is flying, setting off the gorgeous rose red. "...The bouquet of roses by the window looks like the color of blood, why, do you also like blood red now..."

Maybe for me, what I like is rose red, but it is a blood red color in the eyes of others.Or maybe there is no difference between blood red and rose red at all.They are understood in different ways by different people under different circumstances.