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"I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person."
Zhou Min lifted his long legs and placed them on the armrests of the mahogany chair, leaning back and playing with his mobile phone, listening to classic movie quotes coming from the computer's built-in speakers.
I don’t know if it’s because of my age or the hard wood, but I’ve been feeling a little sore in my waist lately. Zhou Min thought about it and gave up the idea of buying a cushion.
She can't live too comfortably.
"If you had a choice, what would you choose?"
Looking at the question sent by "Modern Grandet", Zhou Min hit the nail on the head:
"If I had a choice, you should have sent me several detailed plans to choose from, instead of just presenting a vague idea and asking me what I would choose."
At this point, Zhou Min finally figured out where his long-standing sense of déjà vu came from.
The "modern Grandet" is the Party A who is troublesome and stingy, while she is the Party B who works hard and never complains. Thinking of this, she sent this idea to the other party to express her condemnation.
"It's really rare to find a Party B like you who not only bargains but also complains." At the end, fearing that Zhou Min might not understand his sarcastic tone, the "Modern Grandet" also attached an emoticon package.
"smile.jpg"
Zhou Min curled his lips and said nothing.
"It was only today that I realized that you asked for so much." "Contemporary Grandet" attached a screenshot of the details page of Zhou Min's contact interface.
"Don't kill good people." Most of the customers who killed people because of personal grudges were lost.
Zhou Min had investigated the orders he had taken before and confirmed that the people involved had committed numerous evil deeds before accepting them.
"Don't kill women." The customer who wanted to kill his wife to get insurance money was lost.
"No arson." There is one less means of destroying the body.
"You came to me without even clicking on it before?"
"Yeah, after all, who would have thought that the requirements of the other party would be so high." "Modern Grandet" sent three smiling emoticons in a row.
"Why?" Although he knew he shouldn't be curious, the "modern Grandet" still questioned Zhou Min's first two principles.
"Because I've killed enough people before."
"smile.jpg"
A sentence that was not sure whether it was true or not, that familiar expression pack, the "modern Grandet" now felt so eerie that he didn't even notice the cold sweat on his back. Then a shiver of excitement from the soul climbed up his spine.
"Ah, I got it." Inspiration comes suddenly.
"Remember to increase the price. I've been a little weak since that incident." This means to increase the price.
"The Contemporary Grandet" did not reply again. It was not known whether she went to write the script or she was not happy with the idea of more money. Zhou Min did not care. She was just saying it casually anyway.
As the video became a small-scale hit, the killers on the site added a new clause to the scope of their commissions: customization, brackets, and reciting of lines are acceptable.
The embarrassment that was almost forgotten was brought up again and again. Zhou Min learned his lesson and decided to give up the list of "Modern Grandet".
Unless you pay more.
However, as the killers' bottom line gradually decreases, Zhou Min becomes one of many options. If the "modern Grandet" is really alive, he may not continue to choose himself.
Zhou Min didn't dwell on it any further, but began to consider another difficult order he had received. It was a normal assassination order, and the reward was quite high, a long-term mission.
The target is highly alert and is surrounded by bodyguards on a daily basis, making it impossible for ordinary people to get close to him. His travel routes are also planned by a dedicated person to avoid places that are prone to sniping.
To succeed, one can either resort to a self-destructive attack—which not only has a low success rate but is also likely to cause social panic—or one can only lurk slowly, waiting for an opportunity to strike with one strike.
Zhou Min chose the latter.
She is not afraid of death, but she cannot die now.
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After walking out of the hospital, Zhou Min stretched his hands and moved his waist. He felt that the vague waist pain in the morning had dissipated completely, and his gloomy mood improved slightly.
Ever since the last embarrassing one-sided incident, Zhou Min hasn't been to the gym for a week. He can only take a shower in a hourly room outside every day. Now that he thinks carefully, this extra expense is really unnecessary.
It was still early, so Zhou Min decided to sit in the cafe downstairs for a while before going upstairs for training.
In the booth by the window in the corner, Zhou Min was sitting awkwardly slumped against a pile of pillows, playing with his phone. He hadn't even taken a third of the hot mocha he ordered when he heard a familiar voice behind him whispering to someone.
Zhou Min had no intention of prying into other people's privacy. He was just whispering a conversation behind them. As the other party became emotional, the conversation became louder and louder, but it was still controlled within a certain range.
Zhou Min was not only easily embarrassed, but also had the habit of being embarrassed for others. She maintained her current sitting posture and dared not show her head. She looked around slightly. Fortunately, it was working hours in the afternoon and there were not many people in the cafe.
She breathed a sigh of relief and carefully reached out to grab the mocha on the table. Although she was greedy, she didn't dare to make any sound.
Just as he stretched his hand over the table, a sentence with a lot of information came from behind him. Zhou Min withdrew his hand awkwardly, as quiet as a quail.
"What do you mean? What do you think of my feelings? You just play with me and run away?" The girl in front of him suppressed her anger and questioned.
Zhou Qiting's pretty eyes and eyebrows held a hint of weariness, but she sat upright with her hands folded in her lap, her neck and shoulders relaxed. As her red lips parted, she asked politely, "We were just dating for a drink together. How could you call it a joke?"
Then, Zhou Qiting bent his white knuckles and supported his chin as if thinking, and continued: "Didn't we agree from the beginning to be just friends?"
The girl opposite him still refused to give up: "But you kept saying you liked me last week..."
The world is going downhill, Zhou Min sighed to himself as he hugged the pillow.
"Ms. Wu, I take back what I said about being just friends." Without answering the question about whether he liked her or not, Zhou Qiting's voice changed from the lazy and sweet one Zhou Min heard at first, and it now carried a chill that kept people at a distance.
"Let's not meet again." He spoke each word with certainty, leaving no room for maneuver.
After a while, Zhou Min heard the sound of high heels hitting the ground from near to far, and it seemed that someone got up and left.
She sighed softly, and finally dared to reach out and pick up the mocha that had already gone cold on the table. She was ready to drink it in one gulp and leave. Just as the rim of the cup touched her lower lip, she heard the girl behind her unable to bear it anymore and called out to the person who was leaving.
"Zhou Yiting! Stop right there!"
Zhou Min's hand trembled, and a few drops of coffee spilled onto her black sweatshirt, leaving a deeper mark, just like her mood at the moment.
Zhou Min looked out through the glass. The woman's back did not stop at all until she turned the corner. Then Zhou Min saw her blurry profile, which overlapped with the scene in his childhood memory.
It turns out to be you, Zhou Yiting.
Still as annoying as ever.
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Today Zhou Min did not sit on the mahogany chair. Instead, he moved the coffee table forward and sat directly on the floor.
She had already confirmed the cause of her back pain: the mahogany chair was so uncomfortable that she even thought of throwing away all the landlord's second-hand furniture.
She took out a red iron egg roll box from under the coffee table, pried open the lid, took out a stack of documents, carefully selected them, and pulled out an ID card from it.
The portrait information on the ID card cannot be said to be very similar, it can only be said to be almost her. The pupils are not her natural color, but dark brown, which, combined with Zhou Min's deliberately light eyebrows at that time, makes her look a little obedient.
Looking at the name printed in the name column, Zhou Min suddenly recalled Zhou Qiting's chilling words "Miss Wu" that day, and felt a strange itch in his heart.
After washing his face with water, Zhou Min adjusted his facial expression based on his memory until he saw his harmless smile reflected in the spotless mirror on the sink.
It has been a long time since Zhou Min looked at his face without wearing colored contact lenses.
She once tried to describe her appearance in words. The words describing her appearance that she read in books kept turning over and over in her mind. She couldn't find a detailed word for a long time. In the end, she could only think of four dry words: She looks okay.
Except for these golden eyes.
As soon as she saw her own eyes, she remembered how they were once compared to the morning light shining through the woods, and she remembered the light golden color reflected in Zhou Qiting's eyes during those moments that she had deliberately forgotten.
At that time, Zhou Qiting held Zhou Min's face and said, "You have beautiful eyes."
These eyes were once considered ominous by many people. That was the first time that young Zhou Min received kindness from his peers towards these eyes.
But it was because of this little bit of kindness that Zhou Min's later life became even more tormented.
There is nothing more cruel than giving hope and then taking it away.
Now, through these eyes, Zhou Min once again saw his own bleak heart, and the mist that was gradually filling up in front of his eyes could not block it.
Before the tear that almost burned his eyes could fall, Zhou Min clenched his right fist first, and with unrelieved hatred, he punched the weak self in the mirror to pieces.
"Zhou Qiting, I will fulfill the promise you made that day that we would die together."
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"Modern Grandet": "I have a temporary job, and this time I can wear gloves."
"Modern Grandet": "Have you ever played The King of Fighters?"
The image flashed through his mind, and Zhou Min declared, "I can't do something like hitting someone with my bare chest."
The "Modern Grandet" didn't care: "That means I've played it. Next question, have you ever learned to fight?"
Zhou Min: "I think if you ask this question first, you can save time asking the second question."
The "modern-day Grandet" said reluctantly: "It's okay if I haven't learned it, right?"
Zhou Min added: "I can't do something like sending someone flying into the sky."
"Modern Grandet": "."
Zhou Min was surprised: "You really want me to do this?"
"Modern Grandet" explained: "The employer's request was to whip the target. It would have been better to stomp on them, but I felt that was too aesthetically pleasing. Punching the target would have been more emotionally pleasing."
Zhou Min felt a little strange: "Hit? Stomp? I'm a killer, not a thug."
Zhou Min: "I declined."
"Modern Grandet": "The other party specifically wants you."
Zhou Min was surprised: "You specifically want me?"
Zhou Min suddenly realized: "I think, as a middleman, you have an obligation to screen out traps for contractors in advance."
Zhou Min expressionless: "smile.jpg"
After replying to the last message, Zhou Min officially changed the note for "Modern Grandet" to "Foolish".
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"Ms. Zhou, I've contacted the person who posted the video, but it doesn't seem to be the person in the video. I've tried my best..."
"Keep looking." Hearing the word "try your best", Zhou Qiting expected that things would not go so smoothly. He remained calm, interrupted the explanation that was coming from the other end of the phone, and then hung up the phone.
Sensing the impatience in Zhou Qiting's words, Zheng Siying, who couldn't contain her curiosity, decided to ignore her friend's low pressure and asked directly: "Who are you looking for?"
Zhou Qiting, lost in her memories, was brought back to life by Zheng Siying's question. She smiled sweetly and softly replied with two words:
"Enemy."
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