[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

That night, Mo Yu finally mobilized the resources from the Vampire Self-Help Association. Although he had only done some things to teach the scriptures these years, he had naturally left some prestige as he got older, and he opened his mouth once in a while. , and some people are willing to help him.

But to the traveler's surprise, a call from a human came to him first.

Completely unfamiliar number, not completely.

After answering, there was a short silence, and then a casual, calm greeting like a clear June sky.

"We should see each other." The deep and peaceful tone was like the wind passing through the ripples. It was obvious that the voices on the other end of the phone were not weak.

"Okay." After all, Shang Han arranged the Wamir incident. Now that the person in charge of the vampire incident has approached him, Mo Yu, a senior vampire, has no reason to refuse.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed very pleased with this answer. He set a time and said, "At three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, I will send someone to pick you up."

"No need." Mo Yu refused. He deduced from the time of the invitation that Shang Han didn't know that he was already a vampire. After a moment of contemplation, he finally shifted his focus to Wamir, and Mo Yu concealed the truth. After revealing part of the truth, he opened his mouth to make another appointment, "I'm going out at night, just send me the location."

On the other end of the phone, there was no embarrassment from the revised agreement, and he even felt a little nostalgic because of these careful and deliberate words, "You are still the same as before." Shang Han said indifferently.

You live in darkness, and it is only in the deep, dark night that you can plan with a clear head.

The two fell into silence. Under the silent moonlight, they cut off the seemingly peaceful, simple and simple call at the same time.

Different from the curtain of planning that Mo Yu imagined, in fact, at this moment, Shang Han was leaning back on the soft back of his sofa with a little boredom, and a long and boring TV series was playing on the TV hanging on the wall. The ring she wore had a faint luster under the light of the Yingying screen, and the sound of plates colliding came from nearby.

He has passed that paranoid and willful age, in fact, he has passed his thirties, and he even has a wife who is recognized as a capable housekeeper in secular theory.

Jian Tingting came out of the closed small kitchen with a smug smile on her face. It was a newly learned dish. There was a small dish of fried fish, and the rest were all vegetarian. Xiang, in such a peaceful life, seems to be declaring some beautiful and faithful vows.

"Could it be my ex-girlfriend's phone number?" Jian Tingting asked while biting her chopsticks. I have to say that the woman Shang Han married is really very sensitive sometimes.

"No." Shang Han smiled wryly. He picked up his chopsticks and picked up a leaf of green vegetables from the dining table. The recent case was a bit disgusting. Their family hadn't eaten red meat for a long time.

Shang Han looked at the small blue leaf on the rice and fell silent. At that moment, he felt that sometimes, it is a thing to be thankful to lose completely, because there is often a door leading to the ordinary and the ordinary. An easy door.

***

When Mo Yu went to meet Shang Han, he purposely brought a gun, which was very light, black, and tucked around his waist. It was a temporary gun borrowed from the vampire self-help association.

But in fact, if vampires really want to kill people, they don't need guns at all. Such a thing is just for show. From this point, it can be seen that Mo Yu doesn't want to expose herself in front of Shang Han.

In addition, it is obvious that the vampire self-help will help him. Although little Aisha is still as silent as a disappeared ghost, the traces left behind have been searched.

One of the most eye-catching ones is a roll of surveillance video from ten years ago.

In the dusk of the setting sun, the empty ground, the abandoned building, the little vampire stood under the shadow of a huge building, and was stabbed by a tall black-haired man.

The tormentor's movements are extremely smooth, and his actions are naturally flowing, there is no deliberate torture, simple, without even words, just holding a snow-white dagger, he stabs mercilessly Through the chest of the little vampire.

Anyone can see that if little Aisha is not a vampire, then this dagger is enough to kill, if little Aisha is not a vampire.

Mo Yu finished watching the entire video with a blank face, but his inner world was full of turmoil and could not be at peace for a moment. He recognized the man's face, that was the body he had used, and his identity as a crime king.

Did I hurt you before?Mo Yu asked silently.

The answer is, no.

Travelers will not deliberately carry out boring killings, which will cause unnecessary troubles for themselves, but this movement on the video is natural and smooth to the extreme, that is to say, in this world, in another time Online, he was ordered.

By whom?Oh, don't you need to think about it, it's from the headquarters.

And there is only one person who can let the headquarters order the traversers to strangle between missions, and that is the invaders.

For those who go to the wrong door in the chaotic torrent of time and space, uninvited guests should clean up the door. In Mo Yu's view, the precociousness and meticulousness of vampires are all common things, and he never regards little Aisha as an ordinary thing. The little girl came to treat her, and now that the truth came out, she realized that there was actually another soul hidden in that girl's body.

Another, perfect soul from a distant time and space.

It's just that the other self didn't know, didn't think about the vampire's situation, and thought that with a stabbing knife, it would be over.

Mo Yu has been out of contact with the headquarters for too long now, and there is no way to verify it, but when he thinks that he may have been living under the deliberate deception of that person, he is faintly angry.

That person should be killed, no, more precisely, he should be sent back!

***

Although the matter to be resolved is still a mess, but the time for the appointment has come, and the meeting place that Shang Han sent to Mo Yu is a one-person apartment.

The streets here are quite familiar to the traverser, but it wasn't until he entered the gate that he realized that this was the place where he once lived with Shang Han.

The door was not locked, the wallpaper was not changed, the dining table was clean, and there was a tall and straight man standing in the kitchen, silently watching over a pot of white water that was about to boil.

The first feeling this apartment gives people is that it is not a space that is obviously controlled by a big man. On the contrary, it is neat, delicate, and has a slightly cold and human atmosphere, as if the light is dimmed. continuous rain color.

The water boiled, there were two cups, Shang Han brewed a pot of tea, the man walked into the living room, and never looked at Mo Yu directly from the beginning to the end.

Compared with Qi Ran's reception, this is a slightly narrow space, even the things in the living room are small, such as small chairs, small sofas, and small coffee tables.

"Sit." The man's voice was slightly hoarse.

The transmigrator was kind, but his gaze passed Shang Han's shoulder and landed on the huge whiteboard behind him, where there was a relationship diagram he had sorted out.

The cumbersome and dense black lines, after years of dust, are still clear and clear, like the little question mark in the middle, they already know the answer, but there is no way to express the question.

It's strange, but it's just a plan that was carefully planned back then. It's been five years, what is Shang Han still doing?

Time will settle some things for you, but many times, he chooses to prove it in the opposite way. He will pop up when you are convinced that you have almost nothing, and explain his behavior like a song, but you Only sit in the auditorium and wait silently.

Mo Yu is like this now, but he has brought too many protagonists, so he doesn't think there is anything special about Shang Han.

But just like the unequal relationship between teachers and students, year after year, the teacher who is above three feet has discarded all the names of unknown students, but when those grown-up children recall When I was a student, I could never forget the chalk shavings left on the vermilion nail polish when the woman on the podium turned around while holding the book.

So, Shang Han will never forget Mo Yu.

There is also a bookshelf in this simple single apartment. Since Shang Han got married, he has moved, and this small piece of furniture curled up in the corner has turned into a pile of groceries. lost his soul.

There are no mountains of official documents, and there are no arty obscure poems hidden in it. It just lists a few books, and they are all cheap and familiar classics in paperback.

Lu Xun's, Shakespeare's, Hugo's, Leo Tolstoy's, but what's really interesting is that there are quite a few books with the five-pointed star label of juvenile books printed on the cover.

"I bought it when I was in school," Shang Han noticed Mo Yu's gaze, and he recalled, "At that time, the Chinese teacher ordered a set for everyone in our class." As if he had caught something interesting, Shang Han smiled After a while, he said, "High school is so busy, who has time to read them? I later found out that the Chinese teacher took a kickback. After the school found out, they remembered her mistake."

"Really," such a description made Mo Yu feel extremely strange, he took a sip of tea, and replied lightly, "I don't remember." He said so.

He has too much time, and he's not the student who remembers nail polish and chalk shavings.

"But I remember it anyway." Shang Han didn't seem to give up. He stood up, rummaged through a pile of cheap books, and then took out a book with a slightly torn edge, and handed it to Mo Yu. before.

"Mr. Lu Xun's anthology, when I was in school, I had to throw up on the exam."

"I have an impression." Mo Yu replied.

It was like a small breakthrough, memories came to my mind, and the tea became cold.

"That teacher also ordered this?" Mo Yu's hand stroked the rough and simple printed surface of the thin book, his eyes were dim and unclear, and he finally remembered some specific fragments. In June of the graduation season, there was a cold The beer can rubbed his cheeks, A-Han, A-Han's address quietly shattered away in the breeze of gardenias.

But now, the gun in the lower back is so out of place in such peaceful and beautiful memories that it seems like a joke.

Even if everyone knows, they can't go back.

The dead, the lost youth, and the precious years can't go back.

"You still have the memory, but I have almost forgotten it." Shang Han sat down in the chair again, but without the peace at the beginning, his voice became cold in an instant, so cold to the bone, he asked Mo Yu , "Do you still remember the article "Cat, Dog, Mouse"?"

Those are the texts from the student days, those are the key points under the syllabus and teaching plan, and that is the social outlook that they have studied together but haven't thought about deeply.

Mr. Lu Xun's articles, the extracurricular books that he was forced to buy home, and the key points of the exam that he had forgotten, but the cats, dogs, and mice are always there, always, always.

"Mo Yu," Shang Han's voice was as cold as iron, but it seemed to be full of tenderness. He admitted, "You are a cat, and we are all rats."

"Us?" Mo Yu asked back.

"That's right, I, Qi Ran, and that blue-eyed vampire are all rats."

The topic about Wamir made Mo Yu vigilant, but Shang Han took it lightly, he started another topic, and said frankly in a very solemn tone, "You know, I loved you .”

Regarding love, there are countless truths and lies, but what is certain is that "I love you" is definitely the most frequently used lie, while "I loved you" is often the saddest truth.

In fact, the mouse loved the cat.

"You want to start over with me?" Mo Yu raised an eyebrow.

"No," Shang Han refused very simply, he raised his left hand, and on his ring finger was a simple and plain platinum ring, "I'm married." He said.

This answer was beyond Mo Yu's expectation, but the traveler said that it did not have a direct interest relationship with him.

"Very good." Mo Yu silently nodded.

Since ancient times, there have been only a few female protagonists equipped for urban literary male protagonists. Go to Qi/Dianwang to search and you will find that they are perfect. The female police officer has a hot body, the brainless and silly white next-door sister, twins with synchronized expressions, noble and abstinent In a white coat, Tong Yan, from the Art Department, an unruly and willful rich girl, well, it's almost the same, Mo Yu thought silently, and she didn't know who Shang Han's official partner was.

"It's someone who used to work with me," Shang Han introduced in a timely manner, and he said with a bitter tone, "You may still remember."

you?Mo Yu doesn't quite understand the application of this honorific. After all, in his personal opinion, he doesn't have the capital to be treated differently by the current protagonist, but this point about his working partner reminds him, tsk tsk, How can I forget this category, it turns out that the official matchmaker is fighting side by side, and has a special liking for the high IQ and academic bully type.

Except for Gu Ying, in this world, there are not many female characters who can enter Mo Yu's impression, and the reason why Mo Yu can still have a little impression of Jian Tingting is entirely because of the big explosion he planned. But the highlight, that is the turning point, these things are worth taking a little effort to write down, and Jian Tingting ignited the fuse of the explosion, so it was written down by the way.

The girl who married Shang Han has a very smart brain, and that brain controls a pair of very dexterous hands, those hands are flying and jumping on the grid of the black keyboard, and then, a big explosion is ignited!

The memories were connected again, and Mo Yu drooped his eyelashes. Yes, after that incident, he tore his face to the monk Han. From then on, he was heartbroken, his hatred was as deep as the sea, and his hypocritical peace , No matter how quiet it is, it is fake, there is no need to continue drinking this cup of tea.

"Release Vamir." The traverser's request was simple and direct, and it seemed to have become a drama on the negotiating table.

"Who?"

"The vampire that you wore with the explosive device." Mo Yu kindly explained.

After a short period of silence, Shang Han put down the cup in his hand, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his lips inadvertently.

"Killed by me." Shang Han replied with a smile.

The male protagonists of urban literature since ancient times have a common characteristic, that is, they are all handsome, and Shang Han happens to belong to the kind that is not only handsome, but also very serious and serious, but coupled with that cruel The tune, but people were classified into the camp of neurotic and vicious male supporting roles every minute.

In this regard, Mo Yu expressed that he was very disappointed. What about the cool, cool, calm, dark-bellied and mature male protagonist, what is the setting of this villain?fall!

But Shang Han on the opposite side didn't feel it at all. On the contrary, he seemed to be trapped in some kind of meditative fog, and said to Mo Yu stupidly, "Do you hate me?"

Before Mo Yu could answer, Shang Han got up suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to lightly stroke Mo Yu's face, it was not an intimate contact, but a very formal touch, similar to some kind of etiquette.

"I used to hate you very much," Shang Han continued, "You changed my face, but you changed your own."

And obviously, this kind of self-pity is beyond Mo Yu's tolerance. Since he can't go back, there is no need to put on a show. At this time, Shang Han has nothing to do with him.

Mo Yu easily grabbed Shang Han's wrist, and he also stood up, saying with a serious expression, "I don't care what the government wants to do, but you just can't touch Wamir."

however……

"So what if I really moved?" Shang Han smiled a little complacently, "Don't you have anyone who touched me?" That big explosion, those lives, those teammates, those loves, those memories, are so fragile Terrible, it shattered as soon as it moved, and it was gone, but Mo Yu still moved, ruined with peace of mind and no guilt.

Shang Han stared into Mo Yu's black eyes, his expression remained unchanged, but his voice was very cold, he said, "I said, I killed him." He pointed to his neck with the other hand , said calmly, "With a bang, just like the big explosion, people died."

The moonlight outside the window is faint, there is no special reason, but Mo Yu knows that this time, Shang Han did not lie.

—Vamir is dead!

The author has something to say: 1 is really dead.

2 Four changes today.

3 ends today.