After the leader of He Sen

I drank a full glass of sherry and smoked my third and final cigarette of the day before heading to the bathroom for a soak.

When I was in the bath, I was bored and turned out the book to read. I don’t know if it’s my illusion. When I was young, I felt that there were very few literature books in the bookstore. I didn’t read many books when I grew up. favorite works.

The publication "Hundred Scenes of Strange Talks" in my hand is currently the best-selling book, most of which are short stories, and there are one or two novels and novels that are being serialized.

At the beginning, I still held the attitude of reading carefully, but after reading only two stories, I lost interest. It was bland and boring, and I didn’t feel particularly touched when I read it. The message for soliciting papers is quite long, which generally means that there is a shortage of manuscripts at present, and I hope that everyone will contribute enthusiastically, and the manuscript fees given are quite generous.

Isn't there a way to make extra money without contacting outsiders?Although I haven't written any stories, the writing style should be quite bad, but I can just try my luck. After all, the call for papers announcement also said that there is a lack of manuscripts. What if I happen to be a blind cat and a dead mouse?

Thinking of this, I was still a little excited. I hurriedly dried my body with a bath towel and turned on the computer with my half-wet hair.

Alcohol and cigarettes kept my brain in an excited state, and I reconfirmed the message of soliciting papers. There is no limit to the theme, any length, genre fiction.As long as you meet these three requirements, you can contribute to them.

There is no class tomorrow morning, so it doesn't matter if you stay up late today boldly.Glancing at the time, I thought silently and clicked on the document. I thought that I would have to go through it several times at the beginning, but I didn’t expect that the writing went smoothly as expected, probably because a long time ago in my mind. Outline such a story.

[I was kicked out of the gang door.

I am simply baffled by this, although I am not usually on the front line of fighting for the guild, but I always come to the guild on time and on time, clean up diligently every day, serve tea and water, why? Nothing should be reduced to the point of being kicked out.

Seeing Yujiro turn around to leave, I quickly grabbed his thick arm and said, "Wait a minute! Why did you expel me from the guild? Please tell me the reason!"

Yujiro impatiently pulled out the hand that was being pulled by me, "You still have the face to ask why, you know that our gang is famous in this area for being vicious, right?"

I nodded: "Of course, my dream is to become an excellent and ruthless killer, and I joined the gang with a learning attitude."

He sneered: "I think you still gave up on this dream early, your personality is not suitable at all. What ruthless killer would clean the gang spotlessly every day, paste paper-cut flowers on the wall for decoration, and distribute his meals to the homeless Eat cats and dogs? You guys should find another place to hang out, the evil atmosphere in the gang will be polluted by you!! I don’t know why the boss picked you back as a brat, but now that he is dead, the new boss has already I’ve seen you displeased for a long time, get out of here!!”

Yujiro and I have always been at odds, no, it should be said that he is purely targeting me, I know he hates me but I didn't expect him to hate me so much, this is the first time I heard him say such a long word to me.

"But I..." I still wanted to fight for myself, but Yujiro punched me and broke my nose.I groaned and lowered my head to cover it, warm blood flowed out from between my fingers.

"Hahaha," he smugly laughed, "Look, you're so weak, you can't even catch a punch, and you still want to stay? Don't be ridiculous!"

After speaking, the door of the gang was closed heavily.

I wiped off the blood with my sleeve, stood up staggeringly, and looked at the magnificent door in front of me, feeling a sense of loss, I really had nowhere to go except here.

I was a little wronged, the boss who picked me back didn't pick me up for nothing, I went to his room every night to pay the reward, but he said that I couldn't tell others about it, so I didn't mention it to others.

Even if I get kicked out of the gang, I can't give up my dream of being a ruthless killer.

Alright, it's up to me to realize my desire to be a ruthless killer!I clenched my fists silently to cheer myself up.

The people in the gang said before that if you are not used to killing people at the beginning, you can start with small animals.I couldn't help shivering when I thought of this, do I want to kill kittens and puppies as a practice?

I just fed the stray cats and dogs a few days ago, and now I want to kill them, I feel that I really can't do it.

No no no.I shook my head violently, I am a person who wants to be a ruthless killer, and I must not be easily defeated at such a juncture.

It’s midsummer now, and the sun above my head is so hot that it wants to burn me. Not long after I’ve been away, there’s a layer of glistening sweat on my forehead, and the shirt I’m wearing is also clinging to my skin, making it uncomfortably sticky.

The prerequisite for becoming a ruthless killer is to survive. I stopped and took the shade in a narrow | cramped | narrow path.

The place where I live is a slum area, dirty, chaotic, evil, three words can sum up the characteristics of this place.In the past, I could barely survive by relying on the gang, but now I am kicked out like this, if I don't become stronger quickly, I will only die.

The sun seems to have grown legs, even if I get into such a narrow place, it can quietly catch up and squeeze into my field of vision. I raised a hand and covered my eyes with the back of my hand, the palm of my hand was scorched hot, even though this , I still leaned against the dirty wall and fell asleep.

In the middle of my sleep, I felt something tugging at the corner of my clothes. Is someone stealing my things?I woke up suddenly and glanced to the side.

It's a little black dog with round eyes. ]

This is the beginning of the story, and all the protagonists of the novel have appeared, "I" and "Little Black Dog".

I dragged the document to the very beginning with the mouse, and I wrote the title "The Dog and Me Determined to Be a Ruthless Killer".Facing this strange title, I couldn't help falling into a brief silence. Seeing such a title, someone should be willing to click in to see the content, right?Maybe……

I am not very confident but I still bite the bullet and continue to write:

[This round-headed, round-headed puppy is very pure black, with a round belly as well as eyes, and a tail that wags so fast that it almost looks like a phantom.

I remember it, I only fed it a few days ago.

"Hmph—" I snorted coldly, "I advise you to stay away from me. I am no longer who I was yesterday. I have made a promise to myself to become stronger, so I will kill you now. ...Hey, hey! Don't pounce on me and lick my face!!"

I hugged the little black dog, strangely, its belly is round, but its back and limbs are very thin, it is very obedient in my arms, let me stroke its vitals, completely unaware that a human being like me can do nothing Kill it effortlessly.

I'm going to be a ruthless killer, so I should kill it.It stands at the bottom of the food chain and is not qualified to survive in such an environment, so I should kill it.

I put the puppy on the ground, and with trembling hands, I took out a dagger from my pocket and pointed it at it, my throat tightened: "I...I'm going to kill you now, I advise...I advise you to run quickly, or your life will be lost. !

"Wow!" It looked at the dagger in my hand, thinking that I was going to play some game with it, and gasped excitedly.

Alas, it is so cute, I decided not to kill it. ]

Then I described in detail the daily life of "I" and "Puppy" living together, picking up trash, being beaten, and robbed. In short, it revolved around the word "miserable", so detailed that I felt that I was too long-winded.After writing for a while, I suddenly looked at the lower right corner of the computer, and it was almost five o'clock in the morning.

My health is not good, if I continue to endure, I may not be able to attend the afternoon class meeting, and I have to sleep.

After warning myself several times, I saved the document, and then I stood up unsteadily, feeling that my cervical spine and back were sore, and my buttocks were also a little swollen. It’s really not good to sit for a long time. I still set a time in the future. Stand up and move for 10 minutes every hour.

Back in the bedroom, I slept until eleven o'clock in the noon. Although my mind was not clear, I had to get up and get ready.

My legs and feet are inconvenient, and it takes longer than others to pack my luggage and clean up. I had the idea of ​​finding an hourly worker to help clean the house before, but when I saw the fee to pay, my eyes turned dark and I felt The meager salary really can't stand the abuse, so just work harder, saving money to install prosthetics will be more convenient than it is now.

Staying up late really makes people look bad. There are faint dark circles under my eyes. As soon as the music class is over, students surround me and ask me if I didn’t sleep well last night.

"I stayed up late last night to watch TV." I randomly found an excuse and tried to evade it.

"I was scared to death. I thought the teacher had a boyfriend." The girl named Xia Sui patted her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

I:"?"

What does having a boyfriend have to do with me going to bed late... Ah, the current students are really like driving a car from time to time even though they don't have a driver's license.

"Xia Sui!" Mei Xia, who had a round face next to her, nudged her lightly with her elbow to signal her not to talk nonsense, and I could only pretend to be stupid not knowing what Xia Sui said just now.

Although teacher, I look like a single dog without a boyfriend now, but I have already driven many luxury cars with people I liked.

"What TV series did the teacher stay up late to watch? I don't think there are any good dramas recently, can you recommend them?" Meixia looked at me with bright eyes, and her tone unconsciously carried a hint of coquettishness.

I was purely nonsense: "Ah, this..."

"Teacher, I want to know too!" Xia Sui continued.

"Me too!" Hey, why have more people responded?

"What are you too? You obviously said before that girls watch dramas with love brains and idiots, but now they are just making fun of it." Xia Sui satirized a certain boy who followed Ying He with disgust.

"It's none of your business. Teacher Lixiang is not a love-brained fool, so what if she is?"

"Wow, it's really impolite to call Teacher Qingzhi's name directly!"

"It's all about you!"

……

Why did you suddenly quarrel?