MTL - Transmigrating into a Demon Spirit to Blow up the Entire World-Chapter 87 Killer's small koi 1

It is night, the clock tower in the distance has been pointed to eleven o'clock in the evening.

There was a quiet, empty street corner, and the top of the small building diagonally facing a unique courtyard, but a man dressed in black appeared quietly. In the dark environment with no moon and no stars, the man instantly arranged the position of the station as a narrow position that combines both concealment and advancement and retreat, and then fluently and quickly sv-99 light micro in his pocket. The sonar | The gun is assembled, the side triangles are held in pairs, tightly against the shoulders, and aiming at the courtyard exit.

He was so quietly swayed as a sculpture, and he stood still in the same position. He seemed to be a member of the night and completely integrated into the dark.

The cold and cold night wind with a deep silence, the man's deep scorpion also quietly looked at the door of the courtyard, no nervousness, no irritability, no fear of fear.

He is waiting.

The emergence of prey.

The hands of the guns are perfect as pianists, slender and clean, with distinct knots, large and powerful, never sweating and trembling, and can remain stable whenever and wherever.

- That is the hand of a pair of killers.

The killer has been doing this profession for eight years, and killing people has become as simple and natural as eating and sleeping for him. He is the best one that the organization has cultivated in so many years. In just two and a half years, it ranks in the top three in the killer world, and it is almost impossible to pick from the speed of completion to the success rate.

Of course, this may not be the merit of training, but the evaluation of him in the organization - he is a natural killer.

Because the killer needs the most is not the ability and skills, but the psychological quality. At this very moment, the long waiting process is not as innocent as it seems. For him, he needs to repeatedly plan the route of tracking, attacking and retreating. More importantly, he can't determine when the prey will appear. The only thing that can be determined is: - the moment when the other party appears He must win the decisive victory with the quickest response.

This seemingly silent wait, in fact, every minute is full of thrilling, the five senses are in a state of high operation, and then in the first second of the target object, the pupil suddenly shrinks!

But the rest of his body did not produce any changes or turbulence, the breathing was still long and steady, and even his own heartbeat was counted silently, calculating the interval between two adjacent heartbeats.

Just this time the heartbeat has just passed, the next time the heartbeat will arrive!

--boom! !

The bullets slammed out, precisely through the head of the man who was preparing to get on the bus!

The sound caused by the light gun was not too big, only a few black clouds were awakened, and the moon was covered more tightly. But this time the employer bought this life is not the only one, but also the mistress behind the man. The tires were also broken by bullets, and the mistress could only flee to the left under the protection of the bodyguards. However, with the help of tools, they jumped directly from the third floor and caught up with the fastest speed.

The bodyguards were divided into two attempts to draw attention to the shackles. One group turned south and the other two shielded the mistress from panting and rushing north. The tall man behind the pad holds the hand | the gun, from time to time looking back at the shadow behind him, the look can not help but anxious and fearful. And the shadow is not far from being close, always moving through various obstacles or railings, and it is hidden in the night, just like a ghostly mysterious and fearsome.

The gunshots finally came with the whistling of the wind and the breath of death.

Before the two bodyguards had not responded, the bullets ran around their necks as if they had long eyes, and went straight to the mistress. Just listening to a tragic, the woman’s eyes were so frightened that she fell unwillingly.

The mission is complete.

The faceless expression came out of the other lane, turned left, and went dark again until it was completely immersed in it, as if it had never appeared in this city. Half an hour later, the whole person had already replaced the black cap blouse, wearing a light-colored home service standing in front of his own refrigerator, unscrewing a bottle of new water and taking a sip.

He has a place to live in many cities, and each residence has its own identity, and each identity is legitimate. If a killer wants to spend the rest of his life, he must learn to hide himself. Therefore, he sometimes looks like a child, sometimes like a gentleman, sometimes like a rigid office worker, or even a sociable autistic patient. Nothing like a killer.

Because everyone who saw him like a killer is dead.

First, all his favorite guns were collected and neatly arranged, and then washed repeatedly for twenty times, and each step leading to the second floor in the duplex apartment was carefully counted. Three times before entering the bedroom upstairs, and finally followed a specific sequence of washing and brushing teeth and other actions, turn off the lights to go to bed.

However, I could not fall asleep for an entire hour.

Because my heart has been telling him that he should get out of bed and then take the guns together to prevent them from being neatly arranged, or even count the steps to confirm that they are not wrong... I am awake and unable to fall asleep to realize my obsessive-compulsive disorder. There is a tendency to relapse, and I can't help but frown.

"Your situation is not serious, you don't need to prescribe."

The rainy days of the past have finally passed, and today there is a big sun. The doctor who received the sputum was a very responsible middle-aged woman who seriously told him: "Ssri-like drugs can alleviate forced and depressed behaviors, but they have strong side effects and cause repeated symptoms after stopping the drug."

Wearing a suit looks like a social elite who is very demanding and has a successful career. Although it is Asian, it looks tall and handsome, and it is easy to get the favor of others. The doctor looked at his medical record and continued: "Everything must be neatly arranged. Washing hands repeatedly and times is not necessary. Doing things must be done in a specific order... These behaviors are indeed compulsive syndrome, but you don't have The tendency to depression can be completely relieved through psychotherapy and self-regulation. You should cultivate more hobbies or hobbies in your life, so you can shift your attention to obsessive-compulsive disorder..."

I like these words for a few seconds. If murder is also a professional hobby, then his only hobby is this, and the doctor’s words are also reasonable. He only has no obsessive-compulsive behaviors and tendencies when killing people, and he does not need to repeat the neurotic repetitions. It is very easy to live from the inside out.

In fact, this is the biggest reason why he can become a good killer, and he can temporarily get rid of the problem of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The doctor paused and finally said: "I suggest you have a pet."

"……keep a pet?"

He said the first sentence of his entry, the English wording is very standard, and the voice is as low as a string, so the doctor gave a slight glimpse.

"Yes," the doctor came back and nodded. "Psychologically speaking, pets have many positive meanings. It is not just a companionship, it is also a particularly good mental channel. You can choose to be like a dog or a cat. Common small animals, fish are also available, and experiments have shown that fish farming is very helpful in treating tension-type compulsive syndrome."

However, I don't like animals, and animals don't like him either. It didn't take long for the killer to come out of the clinic door to encounter a lively golden hair. The dog who was surrounded by the owner Sahuan was a stiff after seeing him. He was subtly bowed and bowed twice, and finally he had to Turned around and ran away with the owner.

The owner thought that his own dog wanted to go in the other direction, but he couldn't help but pull the rope to follow the past. Only he knew that the golden hair was because he felt the blood and danger hidden in him.

The animal's sense of smell and intuition are more acute than human beings. They can even see many things that humans can't see. The camouflage of the scorpion can blind the human eye, but it can't escape the animal's senses. Even the legendary fish with weak senses actually The same is true. The killer of the diving in the sea is always facing the scene of the fish escaping. Even within a few meters, the turtles are not willing to approach, and even let him wonder if he has become a great white shark.

Therefore, I never thought that I might one day encounter animals that are not afraid of him.

Although it is just a small, small fish.

The reason why it is necessary to add so many small characters in a row is because it is really small, and the total length is still not comparable to the single palm of the killer adult, along with the elegant tail fin that is half the size of the body. The little guy is all golden yellow, and it seems to glow in the sea. Only a small red head has a red smudge, like the red sand of Zhu pen.

Puerto Rico is an island. The killer adults who only take up to three missions a year routinely dive on the afternoon every day during the vacation. The fish are also separated from each other as usual, but at this time they see the small fish. near.

Swinging the beautiful tail fins to swim silly, always came to the front of his face, and then his eyes wide open. He vowed that he saw curiosity in the round eyes of this little fish black bean, and could not help but reach out to it.

auzw.com The fish was still not scared away, but instead touched his palm with his mouth.

The itchiness of the itch caused a sigh of relief, and then the little fish looked happy and spit out a series of small bubbles.

"Hey...". Oo...○°o. ...

“咕噜咕噜...”°o...o○...o○°...

The killer was actually inexplicably smothered by these little bubbles.

He has already recognized that the little guy is probably a long-tailed dragon and phoenix, because there is a task object who loves to raise this expensive ornamental fish worth tens of thousands, but he doesn't know why the little guy is here. Koi can't live in the sea, and it has high requirements for water quality and water temperature, otherwise it will lead to death. Think of it here, the killer suddenly has some anxiety, stretch out his hands and hold the little guy in his hand, take it with him. A bang broke out of the water.

The sea is another world.

The author has something to say: The killer with obsessive-compulsive disorder and the small fish with amnesia come, I wish the two patients recover soon, don't give up treatment 2333~~

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