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The temple is very poor, so the kitchen is very broken, and there is no money to repair the broken windows.

Na Chen is now in this leaky kitchen, her fat belly is stuck in the mouth of an equally broken rice vat, her little face is flushed from holding back.

Mo Ya followed Na Xu in, and couldn't hold back seeing him like this, squatting down and laughing until the flowers trembled.

"I... I see that there is no more rice in the rice vat, so...so I planned to hide it in the rice vat." Na Yan was very wronged.

"The butt has gone in, so your waist is thicker than your butt." Mo Ya continued to thump the ground.

"What should I do! Just listened to pull me out for a long time, but didn't pull me out. I'm going to come out!"

"There's a way out."

"What a way!"

"If you don't eat for three days, you will starve yourself thin!"

Terrified, Nachen pursed his mouth, and turned his head to senior brother Na Xu, with a tone of about to cry.

"It's okay, I'll find a rock and smash the tank." Na Xu still had a good temper.

"The mouth of the cylinder is still there after smashing it, but he is still stuck. If you smash the mouth of the cylinder, it is easy to hurt him."

"Then what should I do! I don't want to be hungry for three days. I want to eat. I'm already hungry." Na smirked.

"Call me brother three times, and I'll get you out."

"Brother, brother, brother, brother..." More than three times.

Mo Ya nodded, expressing his satisfaction, then stood up in style, and snapped his fingers: "Hey! Mr. Gao, who has practiced internal and martial arts very well, it's your turn to appear!!"

Lord Shadow Guard Gao, who was squatting on the roof, dawdled and came down reluctantly.

After he came down, he didn't say a word, but just slapped the tank.

After so many years of practicing boy's kung fu, the tank cracked immediately, and the cracks spread like a spider's web, and soon reached the mouth of the tank, the whole tank collapsed and shattered into tiles.

That anger was saved safely.

"I'm not afraid of you, but I don't want to see children suffer."

After finishing the matter, Lord Gao put his hands behind his back again, and said something in a deep voice, without even looking at Mo Ya, with the posture of a master of compassion and compassion.

With this arrogance in hand, he walked out the door again. Although the shadow guards were well known to everyone, he still stubbornly stood on the roof.

"Hold me high! You look good with no clothes on!"

Di Ting, who had been watching the excitement outside the door, suddenly spoke and greeted him warmly.

Mr. Gao vomited blood, and when he was angry, his soles slipped, and he immediately fell off the roof, and fell a wild dog eating shit in a spectacular way.

After getting away, Na Chen was very wronged, and pestered Mo Ya left and right, asking his brother to take him to the back mountain to hunt wild chestnuts.

Mo Ya had no choice but to take him there, and after playing in the back mountain for a long time, he finally had to carry at least a few dozen catties of wild chestnuts and the sleepy Na Chen back.

"The benefactor has worked hard."

When he came back, Na Xu took the anger very hard, took off his shoes and socks and covered him with the quilt.

Na Chen, who had a sweet dream, was very cute, probably dreaming of eating fried chestnuts, smacking his lips while flowing a sweet halazi.

"The benefactor is not a bad person." After a while, Nasu said again: "Nahan likes you, a child's heart is always transparent, and he knows how to distinguish between good and evil."

Mo Ya lowered his head and let out a mocking sneer.

"After all, there is some predestined relationship that made the benefactor feel sick. If you don't mind, the benefactor can actually tell me."

"Seduce with desire first, and then enter the Buddha's wisdom." Mo Ya smiled cheaply: "Why, master, do you want to skip the step of seduce with desire?"

Nasu was speechless.

"I'm definitely not a good person, but I also have a younger brother, a younger brother who is fatter and more edible than that..."

After being silent for a long time, Mo Ya finally spoke, his voice was calm and there was no disturbance.

Yes, originally.

There is a precipitous watershed in Mo Ya's past, before it was the sweet and happy past, and after that, it was purgatory.

It turned out that he was the eldest son in the family, he looked like his mother, and because of his pleasing appearance, he was favored by all.

In the first four years of his life, he lived very happily, domineering at home, shitting on his father's head and making a nest on his mother's head. When he was upset, he would wet the bed on purpose, watching the adults rush in and out to wash and dry.

In the fourth year, an accident occurred.

There was actually a villain hidden in his mother's round belly, and it was born very huge, weighing eleven catties, so fat that he couldn't see his eyes at all.

For a long time, he was very depressed, and he didn't understand why the adults would hang around such an ugly mass of fat.

But the little fat meat is still the same, like a vampire, sucking milk until full, can spray out from the nostrils, and continue to eat after spraying, and it has risen to 33 catties in ten months.

"Why doesn't this lump of fat disappear..."

This question lingered in Mo Ya's mind for a long time.

So he started to get up in the middle of the night, went to Little Fatty's room, and wanted to hug him and throw him into the cesspit.

But the little fat meat is too heavy, 33 catties, this weight is not something that Mo Ya, who is alone and thin-legged, can afford.

After repeated efforts and failures, Mo Ya finally got the hang of it and decided to change his strategy.

Teach him to walk, then lure him out, to a place where no one is around, to be eaten by the big bad wolf!

Under the guidance of this glorious line, Mo Ya began to become friendly and patient. Every day, he ran to make out with Little Fatty, taught him how to stand, and helped him to trick him into walking.

Then a miracle happened. Little Fatty, who was so fat that his legs didn't look like legs, actually learned to walk at the age of thirteen months, bumping up and down, taking the first step in his life.

"Get it, get it..." Ordinary little fatty would call his brother inarticulately, and then had to run to his side, his fat chin was full of saliva.

"Awesome!" Mo Ya would boast at this time, and if the adults were not around, he would give Little Fatty a special reward—his feet.

Little Fatty likes his feet very much, and usually happily holds them in his mouth, sucking on the pacifier so vigorously.

"Brother will take you out to buy candy."

Finally, when Little Fatty was eighteen months old, no adults were around, and Mo Ya finally got this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Little Fatty was very happy, and took him out by the hand, with his fingers in his mouth, looking stupid as if the sugar had already reached his mouth.

Mo Ya took him by the hand and walked for a long time, finally arriving at the place he had chosen - a very gloomy grove.

"Brother is going to buy sugar, you wait here."

Mo Ya wiped the drool off for him, and ordered very sinisterly.

Little Fatty nodded happily, trusting him a hundred thousand percent.

So Mo Ya ran away without looking back as planned.

The scenery quickly retreated along the way, and Mo Ya was sullen, thinking that he would be the only child in his family again, but he couldn't be happy anyway.

The big bad wolf came and ate Little Fatty in one bite, and Little Fatty yelled very sadly: "Got it!!!!!!!"

This scene kept being superimposed in his mind, causing him infinite pain.

"Let's go back!"

In the end, he actually turned back, and he didn't understand why, so he gave up on the plan, grabbed the little fat hand and ran back home like flying.

Xiao Fatrou is still young, so naturally he can't understand what kind of ideological struggle he has experienced. He was very upset when he returned home, rolling all over the floor and crying: "I want to eat candy, Fatty wants to eat candy..., Tangtangtang..."

Mo Ya was crying to the point of collapse, so he had no choice but to steal money from the adult's room and go out to buy candy for him.

His family lived in a remote place, with seven turns and eighteen turns, and the nearest shop was far away. Although Mo Ya matured precociously, he was only less than six years old at that time.

So this time, he never came back.

The precipitous watershed in life began to appear from this moment, cutting off his happiness ruthlessly and indifferently.

Many years later, a six-year-old child's memory is almost lost, even the appearance of his parents is blurred, but he has never forgotten this experience about the little fat.

Zuo Nan, who raised him, changed his name for him, because he always grinds his teeth when he sleeps, so he simply called him Mo Ya, and spent more than ten years degrading him completely, turning him into a completely different person.

But he always remembers that he has a younger brother and a pair of kind parents with very common names.

"Whether they still miss me or not, I always remember that I used to have a family and a younger brother."

14 years later, Mo Ya has become a steel man, but sometimes he will be weak occasionally, and will say this sentence inexplicably in the middle of the night.

"If you like to remember, then remember it." It was rare that Zuo Nan was gentle this night, and even smiled at him.

"Tomorrow's mission, are you sure you want me to go with Fatty?"

"En." Zuo Nan nodded, raised the half-burned cigarette in his hand, and pressed it against his collarbone.

The smell of burning flesh rises from pain to sweetness.

Zuo Nan took a deep breath, and her desire was immediately evaporated.

"I want to get a new tattoo for you." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, signaling Mo Ya to turn around, and slowly stroked his buttocks with his hand.

Mo Ya didn't speak.

So the usual tattoo gun started to move, engraving extremely deep, penetrating into the bone.

Zuo Nan also seemed to be very devoted, until the end of the tattoo, he was covered in sweat, dripping on Mo Ya's wound.

——beloved...

This line of charming tattoos oozes with blood, winds and finally takes shape, pointing to the entrance of desire.

"No matter what, you must always remember that I do love you."

Zuo Nan buried his face in his back, lubricated it with blood, and for the first time before cutting in, he was bloody once.

Mo Ya was surprised and wondered what day it was today, so he looked up at the clock.

— Monday, July [-], [-] at one o'clock in the morning.

The perpetual calendar wall clock shimmered, showing clearly.

On the second day, Shengying Street NO.13, the top floor of the luxury apartment, the mission location.

Mo Ya completed the task very easily. He took care of the bodyguards of the target person, tied up the family of three, gathered them in the bedroom, and sealed them with black tape.

It seems to be a very friendly family of three. The mother always stands in front of her son, trying in vain and never giving up.

The boy looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a thin build, a pair of naturally disturbed eyes, and very attractive.

Mo Ya picked up his phone and called Zuo Nan as instructed.

"Target under control."

"Very good." On the other end, Zuo Nan said, "Give the receiver to the hostess. The buyer has something to say to her before he dies."

Mo Ya brought the phone to the hostess' ear.

A very soft sentence, but it seemed to be soul-stirring, causing the hostess to suddenly raise her head and look at him like crazy.

At this moment, the fat man who came with him finally couldn't stand it any longer, he picked up the boy and dragged him to the toilet next door.

"Is it all right?" Mo Ya took the phone back: "Get rid of all three of the family? The fat man fell ill again, so he took the boy from the family to the bathroom."

"The fat guy likes to do it on the toilet. You can let him do it. At most, wait for him to finish his work and get rid of it all." Zuo Nan closed the line.

Mo Ya smiled, took out a pistol from his arms, and pointed at the right eye socket of the hostess.

He has come out to act alone no less than a hundred times, and Mo Ya has seen many, many dying eyes.

Helpless, frightened, pleading... Everyone's dying expression is different.

But he had never seen such a look.

The woman was looking at him with tears in her eyes, as if she had been separated for a long time, terrified and warm.

She was shaking her head, like everyone else, begging him not to kill her.

Mo Ya retracted his fingers, squinted his eyes, installed the muffler, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

One shot at each person, and it came out through the right eye socket, without any accidents.

The two died in an instant, and the mistress's eyes, which had looked at him like a lover before, had now become a nest of sticky and disgusting blood holes.

The so-called killer is never merciful.

Mo Ya sighed, leaned against the wall and took out the lighter, not feeling anything wrong, just knocked on the half-closed glass door of the bathroom next door.

"hurry up."

He said, when the flames were burning the cigarette butt, and when the first smoke ring was blown out, he heard the shy boy inside whimpering and letting out a low growl like a trapped animal.

"Speaking of which, his eyes are three points like yours."

After a while, the fat man inside spoke, picked up the boy's hair, pressed it into the water tank, and thrust it in faster.

Mo Ya sneered, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked to the hallway of the house for nothing.

There are some decorative paintings hanging in the corridor. It seems that the owner likes the image art. Mo Ya raised his head, stared at it for a while, and accidentally stroked the side table in the corner with his fingers.

On the side table is a deck of cards.

Compared with the image school, this thing makes Mo Ya feel more intimate.

So he was bored and pulled out the playing cards inside.

It's a very strange deck of cards, it should be regarded as family-seeking poker, but it is different from ordinary family-finding poker. All the heads in it are repeated, and the pictures of the same boy are placed.

Li Xu, lost when he was six years old, wearing white clothes and black striped trousers, thin, with a light brown birthmark on the inner right thigh, heart-shaped, a reward of 100 million for reliable clues.

This line of words is printed on all playing cards, with different life photos of the boy.

Mo Ya's heart began to beat wildly, a fierce and dangerous rhythm.

There is a number printed on each playing card, and there are three fixed-line mobile phones. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the first one.

The faint bell began to ring, it was the song "Lu Binghua".

Mo Ya trembled a little, followed the ringing of the bell, and finally came to the bedroom.

The voice came from the hostess, in the pocket of her jacket, next to the unrestrained blood, an ethereal voice was singing: The stars in the sky do not speak, the dolls on the ground miss their mother...

Next to that cold corpse, Mo Ya spent the longest 60 seconds of his life, listening to that bloody song in a daze, not knowing what kind of mood he was in.

Then he heard an angry shout coming from the toilet not far away: "Get out of here, get out of here!"

The hoarse and slightly waxy voice is not the same as when I was a child.

He rushed over, only five meters away.

So on the window sill of the open bathroom, he saw Pang Pang, who had been away for 14 years.

With those eyes that were more than a third like his own, he glanced at himself with hatred like a blade.

Then he jumped, from the window on the sixteenth floor of the apartment, and in the same instant, he was heartbroken.