The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

"The traffic policeman is dead?"

He Lang looked at the interested young man in front of him, and replied, "...No, the man holding the gun is dead."

"Oh..." Song Lin asked again, "Did you kill me?"

He Lang was silent for a while, and said: "You are always so mean, no one will be willing to tell you stories in the future."

"It was your statement that reminded me. Who made you say that it was strange and that you held the pistol." Song Lin said, "By the way, those are drug dealers, right? You guys had a shootout afterwards?"

Almost all of them were guessed, He Lang gave up "struggling", and summed up: "Well, two drug dealers died, and we injured two traffic policemen, so we went to check and take pictures of those two."

Song Lin thought for a while: "Then your first shot isn't too stressful."

The drug dealer plus the emergency brake is completely reasonable, and it is not something that needs to be thought about before and after.Logically speaking, this is not too difficult to figure out.

"But it was all training before, and in the mission, I fired a gun into the sky once or twice at most. I never really hit anyone, and it was like killing someone with a single shot. The patrol was fine all the way, so it happened unexpectedly. It's still very abrupt." He Lang explained, "And just like that, I almost got punished."

Song Lin showed surprise: "Where is the point of punishment?"

He Lang said: "Before shooting, there was no verbal warning, and warning shots were fired."

"... Huh?" Song Lin asked, "In that case, if you warn the police, more than two drug dealers will die!"

"That's what I said, but if there wasn't a video as evidence, it would be difficult to tell clearly just by witnesses." He Lang said, "And you can guess how many people are waiting for me to discredit the old man."

"It's a pity that you are a hero with accurate judgment in this story." Song Lin said, "But then again, I think this plot sounds like you should shoot. Is it deep?"

"To be honest, there isn't much emotional touch anymore." He Lang said, "But for some reason, I just can't forget the look in the eyes of the person I killed when I shot him."

Then it's not surprising that you have PTSD tendencies.Song Lin thought secretly, and then asked, "Your suspected symptoms of PTSD also started at this time...?"

"That's not enough. The one that was really close to the edge was when I went abroad to perform missions." He Lang didn't seem to want to elaborate, so he changed the subject, "One story for another, it's up to you."

Song Lin said inscrutablely: "You can't even forget that shot, I'm afraid you will trigger PTSD if you listen to me."

He Lang said: "You still think I'm a brat at that time? I haven't seen any exciting scenes? And it's not like I don't know what you did before."

"Okay, you asked for it, and you will suffer it yourself." Song Lin reached out to grab his neck, "Come here."

He Lang approached the young man sideways: "What?"

"I'm too lazy to talk." Song Lin touched He Lang's forehead and closed his eyes slowly, "Come on...the 4D movie has started."

He Lang originally thought that he would see Song Lin's memories of when he participated in the war, after all, that was the place where people were most likely to die.

However, when he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a small alley.

Dark, rancid, sticky, in short, it is definitely not a place that ordinary people would like.

"Where is this?" He Lang couldn't help being curious, "Also, why do I feel like I can smell it?"

"This is my memory." Song Lin's voice sounded, but He Lang didn't see his figure, "The smell you smell is probably from my memory... It can be reproduced after so many years, it seems that I am very interested in this The memory of the taste is really 'unforgettable'."

He Lang felt that his words were sarcasm, but it was not aimed at himself: "Of course I know this is your memory... I mean, where is this place, you... where is your past?"

Song Lin said, "Turn back."

When He Lang turned his head, he realized that in the shadow of the alley, there was a group of black shadows squatting in the corner.Anyway, it was a memory, so He Lang walked over to squat down in two steps, and took a closer look.

"This is you?"

In fact, He Lang knew that this was Song Lin from the past, he was just a little unsure, because this appearance...was a bit miserable.

At this time, Song Lin looked seven or eight years old, skinny, and the arm holding the food looked like a skinned skeleton.He was stuffing food into his mouth with great gulps, gobbling it, but hardly making a sound.His way of eating almost without chewing a few mouthfuls made He Lang, who was squatting in front of him and could see clearly, feel like he was choking.

He Lang was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said: "...I think this food is rotten."

"You can still smell the rotten smell now? That means that even I couldn't deceive myself at that time. In fact, most of the time I think the food is quite delicious." Song Lin said with emotion, "It's rotten if you don't eat it. .”

He said it lightly, but He Lang felt even more bored.He always felt that he couldn't stand it anymore, but his eyes locked on the child who was eating fiercely, and he didn't leave for a moment.

Song Lin asked, "Strange?"

He Lang was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "I have been to places where there was a famine."

"That means I have seen a lot." Song Lin said, "Think about it carefully, at least I have grown up, and I have been a disaster for many years, so you don't need to show this expression."

What expression do you show?He Lang wiped his face: "Stop talking."

"...Okay." Song Lin thought for a while, and then added some background, "Actually, the world is already quite chaotic at this time, so if I survived, it means that I am barely living. Take it easy, at least know the ending. It won't be that heavy, will it?"

Just as he was talking, little Songlin... No, little Higgins swallowed the last bite of food, stood up clapping his hands, and walked out of the alley.

He Lang followed and said, "Life is not a TV series, neither is yours, nor is anyone else's. Stop saying that."

Song Lin fell silent.

Just as Little Higgins reached the entrance of the alley, he was suddenly rushed by two tall figures.

"Little bastard, eating alone again?!" Tall is not really tall, but these two beggars are adults after all, much stronger than Higgins at this time.The moment they rushed over, Higgins quickly curled up into a ball. This posture was almost the same as the anti-stomping movement, and the little Higgins seemed very skilled in his movements.

He Lang couldn't do anything, he could only frown tightly: "You've eaten it all, what's the use of them beating you up?"

"Spit it out, let's continue to starve together." Song Lin said calmly.

He Lang understood.Higgins ate so fast just now, just to prevent others from taking it away.Now this posture is also to protect the organs and spine.

The two beggars beat up little Higgins, got nothing, and walked away cursing.

Little Higgins got up and moved his hands and feet as usual.With the help of the dim light on the path, He Lang could now clearly see his appearance at this time.

Still skinny and skinny, his thin body makes his head a bit big.The eye sockets are deep, and the pupils are dark, as if no light can shine through.

This appearance is really not beautiful, and it doesn't even have the cuteness unique to children.

He Lang frowned: "When you were seven or eight years old... didn't you know magic?"

"...Before answering the question, let me correct you." Song Lin said, "This was when I was 11 years old."

For an 11-year-old child to be so young, he must be extremely malnourished... He Lang's brows furrowed even tighter.

Song Lin didn't care about his mood swings, and continued: "In this day and age, only rich people can afford to test talents. How can I be able to test my state? Magic is even more out of the question."

He Lang replied dryly: "But you still became a great magician."

"You can say such a line." Song Lin said in a strange tone, and then sighed, "Because this chaotic era is the most prosperous time for all kinds of magic."

He said something irrelevant to the question, but He Lang didn't pursue it, because Little Higgins had already entered a door opposite the path.

"This is the back door." Song Lin explained to He Lang who was following up, "Uh... As you can see, this is a prostitution house."

This is really not even a flower street, it can only be regarded as the lowest level of prostitution.The women inside can't be called "Nightingales", they have neither talent nor good looks, the most they can do is pat their faces with strong-smelling inferior powder noodles and wipe their lips with cheap lipstick.

Upstairs and downstairs, ordinary wooden boards are divided into small rooms, which are the places for "doing business".

No sound insulation, so what?No rich man came here either.Some people even take pleasure in listening to the corner, and listening to the voice next to them makes them even more excited.

Anyway, it's not the right place for an 11 year old.

But Little Higgins seemed to be very familiar with this place, and all the filth and noise would not affect his actions.The people who came and went in the brothel seemed to be familiar with him, and the prostitute leaning against the door gave him a numb look, and began to look for the next customer.

"Hey, little beggar!"

A bloated woman called Higgins, who is the proprietress here: "Go upstairs to see if the big belly woman in the second room is finished, and it's time for the next one."

Higgins turned his head and went upstairs.He helped the people here to run some errands, and the people here defaulted to him digging through the trash cans that were about to be emptied. This is an important reason why he is still alive so far.But no matter how old he is, he won't be able to come. The brothel won't let a man who has no money and needs "commodities" come in.

He Lang couldn't say anything anymore, silently followed Higgins upstairs, and entered a small room familiarly.

There is only one candle here, most of which is half burned, and it is very stuffy, with various sounds coming from all directions.Higgins walked directly to the bed and looked at the woman lying on the bed: "The proprietress asked if you were okay."

The woman slowly opened her eyes.She is also very thin, but her belly has obviously protruded, her skirt only covers her thighs, and there are many damp marks around her inner thighs.

Standing behind little Higgins, He Lang spoke with difficulty: "She..."

"Obviously, a pregnant woman." Song Lin said indifferently, "Some people like this, she is very 'popular'."

He Lang clenched his fingers.

"It's you, little beggar." The pregnant woman spoke very slowly, weakly, "close the door for me."

Higgins went off.

"Have you eaten yet?" The pregnant woman continued, "I still have two brown breads in the cabinet. I'll give you all of yesterday's bread."

Higgins unceremoniously hid the black bread in his clothes, and then went back to the bed: "What do you want me to do?"

The pregnant woman smiled: "I have a dagger under my bed, hold it in my hand.

"Then, kill me."

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