Blossoms

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In 201X, on a certain cliff in a certain country, a group of special police units received instructions to rescue the hostages, and a reminder came from the opposite side of the walkie-talkie: "Attention, the hostages must be rescued. At critical moments, criminals are allowed to be shot."

The negotiator in front of him frowned: "You mean you don't want anything?"

I laughed, laughing so maniacally.

"Have you ever tried to stain your hands with blood? Have you ever tried to grieve but couldn't cry?" I was still smiling, my heart was overwhelmed, and the scarlet blood on my face flowed down my cheeks. It was itchy, but people couldn't ignore it. temperature.

As a member of the top assassination team of the country A organization, he must remain calm or cold-blooded all the time.

So after joining the organization, everyone was given a shot, and there was no other emotion from then on.

Of course that includes me too.

How can people have no emotions?

That needle is just a kind of mental suppressant in the killer organization that drives people crazy. Crazy is an abandoned child.

The negotiators closed their eyes. If a person doesn't want to think about killing anything, he has no bargaining chip with them, and it will be difficult to proceed with the negotiation.

"Wait." I said, "Let your captain come over."

Looking at the familiar man in the special police uniform, my heart was surging, maybe it contained fear or pain, but I couldn't express it, as if I couldn't vent it and was stuck in my heart.

The moment my inner emotions couldn't be suppressed, I knew I was crazy.

Crazy is crazy, but let me see that face before I die.

"Please put down the gun."

The face of the man on the opposite side was still flat and without any emotion. He clenched the gun in his hand again and watched my movements calmly: "Surrender."

With a wicked smile, I pushed the head of the man next to me who was held hostage by me with a gun: "Hey, who is his name?"

"Who wants to surrender?" I said to him again, flatly: "In this world... I don't exist at all."

Seeing the other party's surprised expression flashed by, but quickly covered it up, a sense of discomfort rushed up from the bottom of my heart, but quickly disappeared. I glanced at the bottomless cliff behind me, and shrugged: "Brother Don't play, don't play with you, it's so boring, if you don't want to think about other things, you will be bored to death?"

After finishing speaking, he pushed the man in his hand forward vigorously, the man in front immediately put down his gun and chased after him, and a group of people rushed up behind him.

I laughed, opened my hands and jumped off the cliff behind me.

Accompanied by his call, the lights of the helicopter, and the deafening siren, I slowly closed my eyes.

Maybe ending this unhappy life is the right thing to do, I thought, it is very likely that the organization will find out afterwards that all this was planned by itself, the purpose is just to see that familiar face for the last time, but so what?

So what.

A tingling sensation came from the back of my head, and the moment my body fell to the ground, a bone-shattering pain swept through my whole body. In the dimness, I seemed to see him appearing in front of my eyes again. Even though I knew it was impossible, I still looked forward. The figure held out its hand.

The person in front of me was still so good-looking, he smiled at me, but the scene in front of him was quickly disappearing.

As I said, when the flowers bloom on the horizon, I will go back.

You say, good.

What if I can't go back?

You said, it's okay, I'll save you.

But I know that you will never come to save me.

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Shengdu, a prosperous port town.On Ronghua Street, the bustling crowd passed through the main avenue, the hawkers' cries and the noise of the crowd pierced through the girl's eardrums.

The blooming girl happily patted another girl's arm: "Have you heard? Today the storyteller is going to start telling the story of the Floating Life Xiaoyao Sword School!"

"Floating Life and Happy Sword Sect?"

The girl who was patted on the arm by her frowned: "Could it be that three years ago... the incident that made a lot of noise?"

The blooming girl nodded and echoed excitedly: "That's right, and more and more people are thinking about Jing Yesi. If you don't want to go, I can take other people there?"

Jingyesi is a place where all the high-ranking officials and dignitaries down to common people like to listen to books. The storyteller Lao Xu likes to tell the stories of individual factions in the Jianghu, and organizes them into words suitable for the general public.

Most of the peerless martial arts of the three major sects, the adventures of the ancestors of the Xiaoyao Sword School, and the sworn secrets of the Tianyin Sect and the Xiaoyao School are all passed down by Jing Yesi.

These years, the Quiet Night Thoughts venue is full, so no one can get in without a ticket in advance.

"Of course... go!" The girl nodded firmly, it was just a story anyway.

The stories are probably false.

Sishi, quiet night thinking.

The storyteller on the stage waited for everyone to be seated, and cleared his throat: "Guest officers, the content of the story I'm going to tell you today was told to me by my disciple Ah Jiu who lived in the past..."

Ah Jiu?

People in the audience began to discuss, and the girl who had been standing in the corner couldn't help but tiptoe, but she didn't see any familiar shadows on the stage, and she felt even more emotional.

It's already changed.

Now she has to rely on someone else to tell her this.

"Be safe and don't be impatient." The storyteller said.

The girl sighed, tapped the folding fan in her palm, suddenly remembered something, looked back, but didn't see the person she wanted to see.

"Don't run away." The girl who brought her saw that she wanted to leave, and felt sorry for the price of her ticket: "Go after listening, no matter what, the ticket is quite expensive."

When the girl heard this, she had no choice but to sit still.

The storyteller calmed everyone's restlessness, put away the folding fan in his hand, and knocked on the back of the chair: "Say something...

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