Boss

blurted out.

Arena.

He heard a voice that was very familiar but couldn't remember who it was.Surprised, he quickly looked around, but no one really answered him.

That voice came from his mind and his memory, but no matter how hard he tried to retrieve it, he couldn't figure out which memory it was extracted from.

It's just that some clues are vaguely formed in the chaotic mind, and I can't see clearly. Those pictures and feelings are so broken that I can't even put them together.

A slender, bony hand held the sore patch.

The soreness almost numbly swelled from his knees.

The feeling of grievance and anger squeezed and swelled in his chest was more uncomfortable than the pain in his knees.

The hot and cool heat covering the knees and the gentle and patient massage.

It was a soft but full of helpless voice.

"Where do you think we are?"

After carefully scrubbing the cucumber under the faucet and turning off the water, Song Xunhua sat down on a bench in the park and began to nibble on the cucumber in his hand.

The proprietress is right, this little cucumber is crispy and sweet, and it is delicious even if it is eaten raw like this.It’s just a young man sitting on the ground with a not-so-small cucumber during working hours when only housewives, old people and children hang out, with a dazed expression on his face. Rao's expression... Rao's teeth gnawed on a small cucumber are as white as shellfish, and his dazed face is handsome and charming, but no matter how you look at it, it's still too weird.

After eating about half of the small cucumber, Song Xunhua came back to reality from his daze. He looked at the park he was in, at the children playing with amusement equipment in front of him, and then looked down at his pair of long There is a big bag of vegetables and fruits by the leg, and there is a kind of inexplicable confusion...

Who are you?What role does it play?Why are you here?

Everything he did seems to be natural and reasonable, but when he thinks about it carefully, it seems very problematic.

Biting the cucumber on his mouth, he quickly rummaged to find the wallet in his pocket. Maybe there were some clues in the wallet that could help him solve the confusion in his heart.

At least let me know who I am...

But a wallet was rummaged around, except for a few banknotes, some change, and an Easy Card for taking the subway, there was no ID card, no health insurance card, and no clues that could prove the identity of the owner of the wallet...

Somewhat dejectedly, he closed the wallet, then stared at the wallet in a daze, with the half of the cucumber still in his mouth, the overall image looked even more weird...

"what!"

The weird and beautiful young man who couldn't even move his eyeballs suddenly opened his mouth and yelled, and the cucumber in his mouth fell to the ground, scaring the mothers-in-law and mothers who were watching him on the alert in the play area to quickly pick up their little grandchildren. Just run away... The timing is not good these days, there are many bad guys and lunatics, and watch the news!Most bad guys look kind and kind, and lunatics usually look talented...

Song Xunhua, who didn't even know whether he was a villain or a lunatic, was staring at that plain wallet at this moment, and something suddenly appeared in his mind.

one line...

Xingxingyu, a very important line of words, was written on the brown wallet with a black signature pen, but that wallet was not the wallet in his current hand.

The surface of the wallet is uneven, so the writing is a bit distorted, and the color contrast between the brown leather bottom and the black writing is too small, making it slightly blurry, but to Song Xunhua, every word is clearly distinguishable , branded deeply on his head like a brand...

His lips moved unconsciously, and he slowly read out the words printed on his head...the lines of words were written with an address.Song Xunhua stood up immediately, and didn't care about the cucumbers on the ground and the bag of spoils brought back from the vegetable market. He ran out of the park to the side of the road, jumped into a taxi, and headed for that address.

He was almost sure that at that address, he could find something, belonging to his memory, belonging to other parts of him...

"Please! Please..."

"My house? My house is just the Green Gang. You can visit it however you like."

"No, I mean the place where you live, Boss."

"What are you doing?"

"visit……"

"You are so free, why don't you visit the zoo?"

"Which animal is rarer than you..."

"Um?"

"No, no, I mean, as your most loyal subordinate, Boss, I always put Boss first, so of course I have to care about the safety of Boss' residence and insist on It is not strong, and it is not easy to be invaded by the enemy..."

"Then?"

"Protect you."

"..."

"OK?"

"..."

"Is it okay?"

"...so annoying."

"What bothers you?"

"you."

"Hey...this..."

"Paper and pen."

"Ah?" After staying for three seconds, I finally understood what the expressionless man meant.In a panic, I hurriedly rummaged in my pockets, but my pockets only had a wallet, some toilet paper, a gun, and a machete...

Which underworld boy who goes out with the boss to make territory will bring a pen and paper! ! ?

He quickly patted the shoulder of the driver in the front seat.

"Brother Driver, do you have a pen and paper to borrow?"

The driver rummaged through the locker while driving, only to find a ballpoint pen, a gun, and a Rambo knife...

Which driver who helps the boss of the underworld needs to bring paper and pen! ! ?

"Boss, pen..." Respectfully handed over the signature pen, and then thought about it, it would be disrespectful to write on toilet paper, and the toilet paper is so thin, if the writing breaks, the boss will be upset and stop writing .If you want to write on your own hand, wouldn't it be necessary for the boss to hold your hand... Just thinking about it makes it impossible, God knows that his hands will sweat easily whenever he is nervous or excited...

Finally he handed over his wallet.

"..."

"Please write it on the wallet..."

The eldest of his family didn't say anything more, picked up a pen and wrote a line and an address on the surface of the wallet.

"I won't be here until ten o'clock at night."

"Small obedience!"

Holding the wallet with the boss's address written on it, like holding a baby that fell from the sky, although he knew that he had to restrain himself in front of the boss, but the nerves on his face seemed to lose control, and the smirk that was so happy that he couldn't twist it no matter what Can't turn back...

So that day, with a smirk on his face, he followed his boss to kill people and grab territory...

That's not just as simple as a line of words!It's not just an address!

That was one step, getting closer to the person he loved, getting closer step by step...

"Sir, we are here."

The voice of the taxi driver brought him back from his memory, Song Xunhua looked out the window, the car was parked outside a building.

For a while, all kinds of tastes, sour, sweet, and bitter, rushed to my heart.

He knows the place.

She stuffed a banknote to the taxi driver, opened the door and got out of the car before he could change the money, and walked towards the building step by step, although the pace was slow.But he was so familiar without any hesitation.

He went step by step, bit by bit to find what he should remember but forgot.

"Number six?"

"Yes."

"Let me take a look... No one lives in No. [-] No. [-] right now!"

"unoccupied?"

"It has been unoccupied for many years. I haven't seen anyone living there since I took this job, at least three or four years..."

"Then, have you heard where the owner of the house has gone?"

"Owner, I don't know. I work here every day but I have never seen anyone coming in or out, and I have never seen a car parked in the attached parking space."

"Oh...thank you."

Song Xunhua left the guard room of the building and walked out of the building.

Since no one lives there, the administrator will definitely not let him in.He walked in a big circle to the escape exit of the underground parking lot in the other direction of the building. This exit required a password to open the iron rolling door from the outside, and there was no administrator.

He reached out and pressed a series of numbers on the machine for entering the password, and the iron rolling door slowly opened.

He didn't know why he knew this entrance and exit, let alone why he had a digital code in his mind that only residents could know, but he seemed to be familiar with this movement, and he didn't know how many times he had walked this route.

Relying on the intuition in my heart, I went up to the sixth floor and came to a familiar door.

As the administrator said, this house does look like no one has been in or out for many years. A thick layer of dust has accumulated on the doorknob, and Spring Festival couplets are pasted beside the door. Although the black fonts are still the same, the red backing paper has faded and is seriously damaged...

Black characters on a white background, mottled and incomplete, looks infinitely bleak.

There are hundreds of blessings in Heshun, and the word "safety" is worth a thousand gold...

"I can't see that you still have this hand."

"Boss, I know so many hands! Besides murder and arson, I can also cook, tailor, embroider, play the piano, blow the flute... Do you want to see me blow the flute?"

"Not at all."

"Oh... Boss Boss, what are your New Year's wishes?"

The man first glanced at him indifferently, and then moved his gaze to the undried Spring Festival couplets on the table.The dark and deep eyeballs were thicker than the ink color, and the bright color of the red paper was reflected in those eyes, and it seemed to be sucked into the thick blackness, and could not be reflected back from it.

"No." After a long time, he answered him.

"Oh……"

"Your hope?"

"Of course it's your peace, Boss." Unreserved thoughts, undisguised emotions.

Your peace is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold?

It is worth my everything, worth my life.

But now I am here, where are you?