Bandit Shi Xianyu

Profess looked down at his gun, and Shiraishi in front of him hadn't spoken for a minute. He lowered his head, as if he was immersed in sadness—Provisus understood it that way.

He tried to speak: "You also know that some people are really ungrateful, no matter how good you are to him or what you have done for him..."

Shiraishi raised his head, his pupils were black and pure, and his expression was not as painful as Profesus imagined, but rather interested, waiting for Profesus to continue.

Prophes read the air like breathing, and instantly realized that Shiraishi was not sad, so he changed the subject: "If you want to do something, I hope I can help you a little."

Shiraishi sat up straight, crossed his fingers on the table: "Really?"

Profess nodded slightly, although he could not be called afraid, but he had an indescribable fear of Baishi.

He watched Baishi stand up, quickly raised the gun in his hand, and pointed it at Baishi, Baishi frowned, somewhat aggrieved, raised his hands, and stopped still: "You said you wanted to help. "

Profesus didn't move, Shiraishi was much younger than him, it's not an exaggeration to say that he could have a son as big as Shiraishi, but this didn't make him have the slightest liking for Shiraishi.

Shiraishi walked forward tentatively, but Profesus still did not force him in the end.

Profession's vacillation was largely due to the fact that Baishi looked a little helpless at this moment. From the moment he saw Baishi, he knew that this young man was extremely arrogant because he wanted the wind and the rain. Arrogant, want everything, want the best in everything.Profesus came from a bad background, and he has an innate sense of smell for young masters. Although Baishi has a dangerous atmosphere, in Profess's view, it is the nobles who are intractable, but in the final analysis, for Profess It is said that no demon is worse than having no money.

So in the process of dealing with Baishi before, he still had a little confidence in being able to handle Baishi.

Now, Shiraishi somehow made him let his guard down.

Shiraishi walked towards him, looked down at him, and Profess held the gun to his chin, finger on the trigger.Shiraishi looked at him, slowly sank, he knelt on the ground, his knees pressed against Profesus' feet, and his hands rested on Profesus' legs.

Profesi was startled, his palms were covered with sweat, his muzzle was pressed against Shiraishi's pale cheek, shaking slightly, the gun barrel pushed against Shiraishi's face, Shiraishi frowned.Profess hesitated for a moment, then retracted the gun.

"What do you do?" he asked.

Shiraishi looked up at him, Prophes surprised Shiraishi's face inappropriately at this moment, and heard him say: "I want to repent."

Profesus froze for a few seconds before saying, "I'm not a priest."

Baishi nodded: "This is not important."

Profess is a little uncomfortable now, Shiraishi's strangeness has awakened his vigilance again.

"First of all, it's about murder." Baishi has already started to tell.

Provis was not sure what to do for a while, if he stood up forcefully, Baishi might not seem as strong as him, maybe he could try.

"The first time I killed someone, it was a man like you."

Profesis froze when he got up, he lowered his head and looked at Shiraishi's hair twirling.Baishi's palm was still on his knee, without raising his head, his voice was soft, resounding in the dark light, with a distant and quiet atmosphere.

"I didn't know him well, and I only learned his name later. But I had to do this. I often felt this way after that." Shiraishi looked up, "I had to do this. This feeling is similar to..."

He frowned, thinking of an adjective.

Profess said: "A sense of mission."

"more or less."

Shiraishi continued, "But I don't feel guilty. Is this normal?"

"unusual."

"Then when you did those things, did you feel guilty?"

Profesi leaned back and squinted at Shiraishi: "Is it necessary for us to confess our hearts here?"

Baishi let him go, changed his kneeling position, and sat cross-legged on the ground. He brushed his hair back, and changed his obedient expression again.

"I don't understand." Shiraishi said.

Profess became more and more uneasy, and Shiraishi's switching between different states made people wonder if he didn't exist at all, just a ghost of a bunch of shadows.

"Who do you think is worse, me or you?"

Profess looked at Shiraishi: "You."

Shiraishi stood up with a jerk, the barrel of Profesi moved, and there was a sound, Shiraishi didn't even look at it, he paced around the room, frowning, and walked quickly, but he still didn't forget to tidy himself up. cuffs.

"No. No. You're worse—or almost," he said. "You see, it's not fair."

Profess spat: "Fair? You deserve to talk about fairness." He stood up, "I've had enough of you, this is not where you go crazy, get out of here."

Baishi didn't seem to hear: "I just did what everyone should do. I can't get along with the law. He doesn't satisfy me, and I don't listen to him. He is unfair and I am abnormal, so no one is sorry for anyone else. .”

Profess pulled the breech.

Baishi stopped in his tracks: "I don't want to go to jail."

Profesus looked at him coldly: "Get out, or the consequences will be worse than going to jail."

Baishi's mania was relieved, he took two steps away from Profes, and smiled gently: "I can't let you go."

"why."

Baishi spread his hands: "If you can't, you can't. You have to let her go, them."

Profesus shook his head slightly: "She's my business. The other person betrayed you."

"It has nothing to do with this." Baishi said, "You said it just now, a sense of mission."

Profesus seemed to have heard a joke: "Murderers don't speak nice words, don't you find it disgusting?" He looked at Baishi contemptuously, "Is it your mission to kill criminals? How about Matthew's mission is to give Biography of Judas."

"What?" Baishi was stunned for a moment, then reacted and shook his head, "It's not that mission."

"My mission is to protect him," he said.

Profesus' face twitched: "What is this?"

Baishi took a deep breath and sighed long: "I don't know. It's a bad fate."

He smiled.

Profession took a step back in disgust, at this distance he could knock Shiraishi's head off with one shot.

As soon as he moved back, he saw Baishi in front of him jumping forward with a single step at a speed that is unattainable for human beings. He dodged the shot, and as soon as he grasped the barrel of the gun, the hot barrel burned his hand immediately. , there was a burnt smell, and Baishi had already come in front of him.

Profess had no time to pull the gun, so he was snatched away and thrown aside. The misfired gun fired a buckshot on the ground, hitting the chandelier above his head, the chandelier shattered, and the lights flew off. Feith dodged subconsciously, but Shiraishi grabbed him by the collar and couldn't move.And Baishi didn't even blink his eyes, the falling debris scratched his forehead, blood drops slid down from his forehead, and the blood beads stopped on his eyelashes.

Profesus seemed to see the judgment, and his mind was full of Baishi's voice, the word "repentance", like a clock striking midnight, rumbled in the sky.He suddenly recalled the day he was born, his mother who died in a pool of blood, the dog that bit people on the street, his father who was drunk, the wine bottles all over the floor, countless injuries, Father Sunday's leisurely tone, The church released white doves, but only crows hovered around the dome day and night.White collar, rough hand, ruby ​​ring, purple robe, wrinkled palm grabbing the boy's ankle, snake-like red house licking the naked/naked back under the purple robe, and the everlasting The crucifix dangling in front of my eyes, and the shadow of a crow flying past the stained glass.

Baishi clenched his fists with both hands, struck from both sides of his head, brought a gust of wind, and slammed it on his ears. The roar at that moment was like the church bells he had heard countless times when he was young. time to ring.

Then there was silence.

Blood was pouring from his ears, and he could no longer hear.

He slumped on the ground, raised his head to look at Baishi, without any fear, no fear, no expression, no reaction, he asked in this tranquility, "You know everything."

Shiraishi looked down at him and didn't speak.

He almost wanted to cry.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Shiraishi didn't speak.

×××

The sound of the police siren came 10 minutes after the shotgun rang, and Shiraishi had already boarded Profess's car.

He saw the police coming in layers from the rearview mirror. With this police force, it was only a matter of time before he found himself.

Before that, he had to go back to the current refuge to prepare his things. Maybe he would face the next escape, or he would be killed today.

This is the cost of living for outlaws.

But either way, he's a human being.

After they moved in, Pei Cangyu moved around secretly, and Baishi didn't need much effort to find Vanessa hiding in the empty house next door.And a bag full of food, enough to run for three days.

It's almost enough to go to the police.

Baishi lowered the window, bit a cigarette, held the steering wheel with one hand, and turned the lighter with the other.

But the wind was too strong, and his fire was always unable to ignite. Baishi lowered his head and approached, and the flame flickered and disappeared.

After doing this several times, Baishi cursed in a low voice, and threw the lighter and cigarettes out of the car window.

Pei Cangyu.

Pei Cangyu.

Baishi read this name, wishing he could crush these three words.

Although he prevented Profesus from going to him, it didn't mean Shiraishi wasn't angry.

Betrayal, any kind of betrayal is betrayal, no matter what it is for.

Baishi was driving fast, and he didn't have much time, so he might not be able to get out of this small town this time.

Behind the stars in the sky, the night is dark.

Two o'clock in the morning is a good time for a night run.

He also fled, and fled to the next refuge point.Pei Cangyu also fled, and that child fled from her side.

Everything is like a 14-year-old repeat, they never said goodbye, never talked about it.What Baishi gave was the best and most convenient solution, no one was more decisive than him, but Pei Cangyu didn't know how to be grateful.

Forgiveness is impossible.

Baishi drove into the parking lot, the brakes made a sharp sound, he took his hands off the steering wheel, but after holding it, there was a sound of bones and joints turning, he got out of the car, and slammed the door.

He walked towards "home", where it was pitch black and the room was empty.

Baishi kicked open the fence, strode towards the house, opened the door, and fell hard behind him. A chair was blocked by the door, he kicked it away, and the chair overturned several times.

Baishi was going to get a new passport—if Pei Cangyu hadn't thrown it away for him.

As soon as he moved, he felt something soft under his feet, and then there was a whimper.

dog?

The light in the room suddenly turned on, Baishi looked up, and saw Pei Cangyu's hand move off the switch, while the other hand, holding a pistol/gun, aimed at him and said, "Come here."

Bai Shi frowned: "Damn, is everyone going to point a gun at me?"