The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

Xing Haiyin felt that his life was certainly not ordinary. Although he had fired guns and driven cars in many places, he could be taken away and shot for any crime in other countries.

But at least he is not like a certain model worker who did all kinds of things, such as murder, arson and bombing in Tokyo. He could be sentenced to death eight hundred times for any crime, right?

At least in Japan, he can still be sentenced to a suspended death sentence?

The death sentence was changed to life imprisonment, life imprisonment to fixed-term imprisonment, and fixed-term imprisonment was directly escaped from prison, and then he would wander around everywhere after being released. As long as he was not shot on the spot, there was a lot of room for maneuver.

He pondered like this, and lit a cigarette for himself skillfully, leaning lazily against the iron door. The old iron sheet creaked under the heavy load, and in this empty place that could be used to shoot a horror movie, it was eerie and frightening.

Sparks flickered and illuminated his eyes, as if the light was crushed and stuffed in. His beautiful light gray-blue pupils were stained with flames, and for a moment they looked as if they were soaked in blood.

So why should he be made to suffer this sin?

Looking at his hand, which had shrunk by more than one circle, the knife wound on his wrist bone that almost cut off his wrist disappeared, and the gun calluses between his finger bones became clean. Putting the cigarette burning on his fingertips into his mouth, Xinghai Yin sighed, closed his eyes and took a deep breath -

Then he was choked to death.

"Oh my god, cough cough cough..."

[You are a healthy minor who has never been exposed to tobacco or alcohol. We do not recommend smoking here.]

Minor.

Xing Haiyin's eyes turned red from being choked. He could clearly feel the blue veins popping up on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and put out the cigarette in his hand. The force did not seem like he was pinching a cigarette, but rather replacing the cigarette with something else.

For example, a skull containing a string of unknown data.

[If you had cooperated with me, you wouldn't have to be here blowing in the cold wind at three in the morning. ]

"You mean by cooperation, that I should go find the police and then fall into their trap?" There was a large trash can next to him. Xing Haiyin threw away the cigarette butt that had been crushed beyond recognition, and with his eyes downcast, he pulled out the half-pack of cigarettes in his pocket and threw it in. His tone was flat, but it always carried some hidden sarcasm, as if he was saying that he didn't die quickly enough.

【But you are not Ricardo now. 】

Listening to the mechanical sound of this string of data, Xing Haiyin felt the urge to light a cigarette again.

Indeed, Xing Haiyin realized something was wrong with his body the moment he woke up, but out of his subconscious wariness of strangers, he refused to follow Electronic Sound's suggestion.

He quickly bypassed the police encirclement and dealt with the random people who found him. He did not kill the electronic screams, but just grabbed a pack of opened cigarettes. He used the chirping electronic sounds as the background sound of his escape, and had no time to think about what happened. When he returned to planning his route, he had already left the place where he woke up by instinct.

After a series of friendly talks, including but not limited to threats and intimidation, the two finally reached a temporary consensus at an abandoned dock.

Get out of here first.

Xinghaiyin tightened his thin coat, which was stained with sand and blood, and was already too dirty for him to bear. But the sea breeze at night might not necessarily make people catch a cold, but it would definitely make a seriously injured person have a fever, even though this level of injury was nothing to him before.

Endure it and it will pass.

Xing Haiyin comforted himself, and then thought about the time when he was thrown into the tropics to carry out a mission, the messy insects in the rainforest there, and the harsh environment that was almost a disaster, and suddenly he felt that it was not so bad.

[My home in Yūka-cho is far from here, right?]

A fluorescent blue light screen suddenly appeared in front of him, clearly showing his current coordinates. His destination was a safe house that he was familiar with.

It’s not far, only three kilometers.

But it was obvious that in his current physical condition, it was impossible for him to walk that far with his injuries. And no taxi would come to the abandoned dock in the middle of the night, and no normal person would let a person who was injured and looked like a dangerous person get in the car.

Xing Haiyin concealed the darkness in his eyes, unable to figure out how to leave here, and with trembling hands he pulled up the hood of his coat, covering half of his face, finally letting the sea breeze stop torturing his eyes.

It is impossible for him to contact his former subordinates. First of all, he hasn't figured out the situation yet. If something mysterious really happened, would he silence them or find an excuse?

The man who had inexplicably ended up in this situation squatted down, and the wound that had been half-healed and stopped bleeding began to bleed again after being pulled. Too lazy to listen to the electronic sound that sounded like a hemophobic patient, he raised his hand to find the control panel of the blue screen in front of him and quickly clicked on the silent mode.

The world suddenly became quiet.

Xing Haiyin's tense nerves relaxed a little, and finally half of his brain cells stopped warning of danger, allowing him to free up time to think about the current situation.

He initially thought that his body had shrunk - it was not impossible, after all, the organization he was in existed for this purpose, but all the old injuries on his body disappeared - he didn't think that the medicine, even if it really caused him to rejuvenate, could make all his injuries disappear.

This is a scientific world, not a magic show.

So it’s not rejuvenation, the organization’s experiments are just as rubbish as always.

Xing Haiyin sneered, but no sound came out. Fine and dense pains in his abdomen climbed up his nerves, and even his clear light gray-blue eyes were slightly blurred.

So he had even less way to contact his subordinates.

Are we really going to call the police?

Although he had taught the burden at home that he should call the police no matter what happened, good or bad, he himself was half a terrorist after all, and if he told others about it, people would probably laugh to death.

[You are about to die, why are you still fussing about this?! ]

Xing Haiyin closed his eyes. He rarely felt so tired, and was almost helpless and speechless. When someone was around, his nerves would always remain tense. Even though it was a string of data that came from nowhere, he couldn't control his instinctive resistance and disgust.

[I am really here to help you! You can be saved if you call the police now! ]

Realizing that this string of data could sense his thoughts, Xing Haiyin hid his face in his clothes. His cold eyes lost their natural gentleness and even took on a hint of fierceness.

Although he knew that the organization's technology was far from reaching this level, he really hated the state of having a voice in his head, which would make him recall many things he didn't want to remember.

[When a character's death warning is given, the system will forcefully take action. I haven't taken action because you don't like it!] The electronic voice sounded quite indignant, as if it was a bit disappointed in me.

[Is there a possibility that I don't have the tools to call the police?] Xinghaiyin curled up into a ball, closed his eyes, and responded to the electronic sound in his mind.

Using this somewhat weak posture, it is easy for people to have the illusion that he has compromised, but the system took a look at the character panel and wished it could turn into a screaming chicken and scream in Xinghaiyin's mind.

This guy actually wanted to dig out his own brain to see if the organization had done anything to him!

It was too suffocating.

This is the first time I encountered such a hardcore character when I was making a system. 079 felt that it could return to the stage for revision first.

But the system can't give up so quickly, it replied pitifully, "Actually I can remotely control your phone, do you want to call the police now?"

Remote control.

Xing Haiyin leaned against the trash can next to him with his head tilted to hide his body. He had no room to dislike the pungent smell. Even if he could stand up now, he could not move a few steps and could still smell the stench.

——There is not much difference.

Being able to remotely control it means that everything in his phone, including the mission information, some organizational secrets he collected, and all the data, are transparent in front of this data. This is very dangerous, but his current condition can't stop anything.

His thoughts were a little confused. Xing Haiyin opened his eyes, looking at the blackness in front of him, realizing that his condition was becoming more and more dangerous, and his mind was once again filled with warnings.

[Then you should call the police and tell them that a body was found in the trash can.]

[You are not dead yet! How can you say you are a corpse! ]

Listening to the electronic sound that almost annoyed him to death, Xing Haiyin suddenly found it very interesting. After all, the mechanical sound without any ups and downs could actually express emotions. There are really all kinds of strange things in the world. It turns out that he has not seen many strange things.

[I didn't say I was a corpse.] He was used to giving orders and rarely explained why. And his subordinates would definitely not ask at the risk of being killed. If he didn't really feel like he was going to die, Xinghaiyin would still feel a rare sense of freshness.

Sitting up straight, he kicked the trash can with all his strength. The boy, covered in wounds, almost fell down. The trash can was not heavy. There were only some plastic bags on the surface. The air filled the bag, making it bulge out and look like there was a lot of trash inside.

But abandoned docks don't give off that kind of stench. The pungent stink of rotting meat is a smell he would never mistake.

The trash can shook under the force and fell onto the concrete floor, and the contents fell out. Xing Haiyin glanced at it with his peripheral vision, and although it was only a cursory glance, it was enough for him to see clearly what fell out.

That's a hand.

A human hand.