Blade and Swift

At five o'clock, the sky turned white. At this time, there was no one on the road, and the ground seemed to be covered with frost in the silence.

The afterglow of the bright moon spilled into the small attic, two black figures remained motionless, the woman held a gun, and the man stood against the wall.

They were as quiet as sculptures, and I don't know how long they have maintained this posture.

"I always feel that there is a conspiracy." The woman said lazily.

"how?"

"When did the boss give such a simple task? We were asked to follow us as soon as we came back from Area E. The urgent but unimportant tasks were just randomly found by two people, so it stands to reason that we should be important this time." And it's an urgent task. But we have been squatting here for three hours, right? Three hours, not even a ghost." The woman has a charming temperament, and there is a mole on the tip of her eyebrow.

The man beside her glanced at her and knew that although the woman was talking in a lazy tone, every muscle in her body was ready for battle.

"There is a rumor." The man said, "This time the boss went to pick him up in person. When we returned from Area E, he had just arrived on his back foot."

"So much importance?" The woman raised her eyebrows, "Is it an enemy or a friend?"

"It's hard to say. But this order is very interesting." There was an intriguing expression on the man's face, and he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "As soon as someone shows up, attack immediately, but save your life."

"If the other party is a strong opponent, there will be some saying that if it is a rookie, the task will be a bit difficult." The woman laughed, "Lawson, give me a cigarette."

The man glanced at the sky in the distance: "It's almost dawn, it's not time to relax."

The door of the second-hand bookstore opposite was suddenly pushed open, and the copper bell hanging on the glass door rang.

The two people in the attic pointed their guns at the target almost at the same time.

Then they saw the target staggering out of the glass door.His body slumped against the wall, and soon he lay on the ground and lost consciousness.

After 3 minutes of silence, the two people in the attic put down their guns at the same time: "..."

"What's the matter?" The woman was a little confused, "He passed out?"

Rosen frowned: "Rose, you stay behind. I'll go downstairs and check."

An hour later, the sun was shining, and voices gradually began to sound on the silent road.The young man at the door of the bookstore is still asleep, ignorant.The attic opposite was empty.

The spacious interior of a tall building.

The man was wearing a loose bathrobe, and water was still dripping from the tip of his hair. The small stream of water outlined his handsome but slightly lazy eyebrows and eyes.He held a cigarette between his fingers like a pen, and lit it on the notebook on his lap from time to time.He was clearly sorting something out, quiet and focused.

Two figures came to the room without knowing when, without making a sound.

"Boss, Yakult."

The man didn't raise his head, but raised his hand to catch the object thrown by the woman.

He shook the tobacco scattered on the notebook: "How many times have I said, come in and knock on the door."

"Knock, you didn't hear." Rose pointed to the side, "Besides, the door is open, we see you have been in a daze, it's nothing serious."

"How is it?" The man opened the Yakult and took a sip.

"Come out of the bookstore at [-]:[-] in the morning, but we didn't have time to do anything, he passed out directly." Rosen said at this moment, lowered his head, and looked at the woman, "Boss, who is he? Listen Said you brought it back yourself?"

"Yeah." The man pinched off the scattered cigarette butts, and lit the remaining half of the cigarette, "It might be an old friend. Try him again for me."

"I still have to attack with all my strength?"

"Don't forget the prerequisites." The man kindly reminded.

Can be injured, but not fatal.The two were silent for a moment.

It sounds like an odd game of cat and mouse.

"Is there a problem?" He rolled his eyelids and smiled.

Rosen and Rose hurriedly said it was okay, and slipped away immediately.

They all had lingering fears at the man's smile.

Vision blurred.Yan Xichen opened his eyes, he was in a dark room with a strong smell of baking and the sound of machinery.

The reaction of the body was faster than the reaction of the consciousness. Yan Xichen got up quickly, looked around, opened the door of the suspected bathroom, and washed his face with ice water.

He knew very well that he might have been in a coma for a while. When he was still conscious, he was standing on the way home at dusk.

Familiar streets and buildings, but completely unfamiliar city appearance.

Yan Xichen only remembered that he frantically pushed every door on the street, almost hysterically wanting to confirm that this was still his original world.

Later, when he pushed open the door of a bookstore, severe pain fell from the nerve center, and he lost consciousness almost instantly.

The sound of footsteps walking in the corridor interrupted his train of thought.

Yan Xichen was still confused when he saw a young man with a stinky face come in with food and water in his hands.

The young man was tall and slender, with handsome features, but there was a hint of hostility between his brows and eyes, and he was carefully looking up and down Yan Xichen, obviously wary of him.

The two persisted for a second or two, and Yan Xichen asked hesitantly, "Can you tell me what happened? Where am I?"

"You don't remember what happened to you?" The young man put the water and food at the table beside him, and sat with his legs crossed, "I picked you up on No. [-] Street, and you passed out. Now, after finishing the food Let's go now."

The young man obviously had no intention of keeping him, but to Yan Xichen, even though the young man in front of him treated him very badly, it was the only straw he could grasp.

"Wait!" Yan Xichen grabbed his sleeve, "I want to know, where is this?"

The young man lowered his indifferent eyes: "Area C."

"Area C?" Yan Xichen didn't understand what the young man said, "What area C?"

The young man smiled, pushed the food on the table casually, took out a pen and paper from his pocket, and wrote down a line of address and name on the table.

"I know you have a lot of questions and need help, but I'm not someone who can help you. Go to this person at this address, and he will explain everything to you." The young man handed him the note, behaving I don't want to have anything to do with him.

"What's your name?" Yan Xichen asked again.

"Duan Mingyi."

"My name is Yan Xichen."

"You don't have to tell me, leave as soon as you finish eating." The young man waved his hand wearily, it seemed that he was really not very welcome.

Yan Xichen was dizzy, he felt like he had fallen into a completely different world.Everything here seemed so weird to him, but the young man in front of him, who was very impatient with him, seemed to know what happened to him, and he was not surprised by him.

First there is a huge twilight, and then a completely different world reflected in the glass...

By the way, where is the little boy?

What was the answer that the little boy said he would tell him?

Maybe find the child first, and there will be a better answer to the current situation.

Duan Mingyi turned to leave, but Yan Xichen grabbed the corner of his clothes.Duan Mingyi's complexion became stinky again, especially after he pulled it twice to no avail, it turned dark to the bottom.

"Don't touch your hands." Duan Mingyi tore off his clothes with a grim expression.

"Have you ever seen a little boy?" Yan Xichen recalled carefully, "About eight or nine years old, with dark brown pupils, very cute, and wearing a black top."

"No." Duan Mingyi looked very indifferent.

It seems that it is really impossible to get any answer from him.

Seeing that the person in front of him was lost in thought and didn't talk to him again, Duan Mingyi turned around and went out the door.As a result, as soon as he went out, he turned around and met the old man.

The old man's temples and beard were white, but he was wearing a leather coat, which was very damp.

"Grandpa." Duan Mingyi frowned, "I told you not to come and listen to the corner. Are you smoking again?"

The old man smiled and dragged Duan Mingyi upstairs: "This child, don't rush to let him go."

Duan Mingyi looked at the old man expressionlessly.

"Cough." The old man looked away guiltily, "I seemed to see Rosen just now."

"You mean..."

"Since Rosen is here, Rosen must be there too. They are not far from that person, watching him come to Area C." The old man said slowly, his eyes erratic, occasionally drifting out of the window, "But they look like the original He didn't intend to come in to erase him, nor did he intend to take him away. I don't know, do you have a clue?"

Rosen and Rose are almost one of their best hands here, and they are also two good knives of that person, and their status is still higher than that of all watchmen.Because they are very active in various regions and often walk with many people, many people not only know them, but also have good friendships with them.But they show up, usually for that person.Duan Mingyi is not very familiar with Rose, but he has a good friendship with Luo Sen.

"Who are they waiting for?" Duan Mingyi opened the flip phone, with a thoughtful expression on his face, "Or, they are just waiting for this kid to wake up. Shall we hand him over directly?"

The old man curled his lips: "Rosen hid very well, and didn't intend to be discovered by us. I guess there is some other purpose."

"Is the rose there?"

"It should be there." The old man nodded, "but I haven't seen her."

Under the floor where the two talked, the basement.

A slim figure of a woman quietly appeared behind the young man.

On the table was the water and food that had already been disposed of, but Yan Xichen was lying on his side on the bed at this moment, apparently taking a nap.He obviously didn't take Duan Mingyi's words to heart, he seemed to be calm, he finished the food, and planned to rest for a while before making any plans.

The intuition of aversion to cold came suddenly. Once again, the body reacted faster than consciousness. Yan Xichen shook his back out of thin air, the muscles all over his body tensed, his waist and abdomen exerted force, his body bounced off the bed, and his legs swept upwards with strength. go.

His angle is tricky and his strength is domineering, and he can't dodge it at ordinary people's speed.

But the hand that was holding his slender wrist was suddenly loosened, and the ice-like sharp blade in the palm smashed down vertically, piercing directly between his eyebrows.

Yan Xichen tilted his head, let go of his strength, and turned over in the gap.The sharp blade seemed to be extremely heavy, and when it was nailed into the floor with a clang, it did not fall over.

Yan Xichen's speed was fast, and the opponent's figure was even faster. Before Yan Xichen could make another move, she took out her gun and fired three times.

The bullets passed by his ears, and it seemed that traces of the ballistics could still be seen. If any of them deviated, he would be a corpse now.

A loud buzzing sounded in his ear, and Yan Xichen was momentarily stunned.When the line of sight caught it again, the figure of the woman just now had merged with the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

Within ten seconds of the gunshot, Duan Mingyi and the old man rushed to the basement. When they opened the door, they saw Yan Xichen standing there in a daze.There were three bullet holes in the wall behind him, and the smoke was still there, but he was obviously gone.

"What did I say?" Duan Mingyi's expression at this moment should be the worst since Yan Xichen saw him, but Duan Mingyi didn't seem to want to talk to him, "Get rid of him or take him away, maybe it's just It's a matter of time. Grandpa, he's a fucking trouble, and we've got trouble."

Compared to Duan Mingyi's grimace, the old man just stroked his chin inscrutablely.

"So...you seem to be quite aware of my situation, and probably no younger than the person you wrote to me just now." Yan Xichen stared at them, and as he spoke, he took out the Duan Mingyi card from his pocket. A note to him was on the table, "Then why should I be so far away? Can we talk about what the hell is going on with all this?"