Ning Yu, wandering in the gray fog, stood alone on the lake without Yue Ji, and pulled down the light curtain with countless parallel lines.

The parallel lines in the upper part have all turned and merged into the last line, which is the repaired world line.

And there are still more than half of the parallel lines below still standing there, extending backwards at a very slow speed.

"You are such a fool. You ran away and left me with this mess."

Ning Yu lazily lay back, and the gray mist immediately gathered behind her, turning into a soft cloud cushion.

Her silver hair drifted slowly in the gray mist.

"I really want to sing 'Jiangnan Leather Factory' for you."

The gray fog was suddenly driven by something, and a piece of it covered Ning Yu's eyes, as if it was playing tricks on her.

"Oh, you still hold a grudge!"

Ning Yu quickly pushed away the gray fog in front of her eyes, but as soon as she did so, it came back again, lingering around.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, stop making trouble."

Ning Yu suddenly stood up from the gray fog, and the gray fog seemed to be elastic and duangduang twice.

The gray fog covering Ning Yu's eyes finally dissipated.

"Huh?"

Ning Yu was just about to continue working and enter the next timeline for repairs when she suddenly discovered that among those parallel lines, there was now a strange parallel line.

Unlike the other lines, this parallel line extends backwards and it is unknown where it is going.

"Hey, Tsukishime, what's going on?"

Ning Yu pointed at the unique parallel line in the air and asked a question.

But apart from the ripples on the blue lake and the random surges of gray fog, there was no movement here.

"Really? You're pretending to be dead again at this time. Are you trying to trick me?"

Ning Yu muttered softly, but still moved her gaze to the normal parallel lines.

"You want to trick me? No way."

Her hand was about to touch the next normal parallel line, but stopped at the last moment.

"Damn, still curious."

Her hand quickly moved to the strange parallel line extending back and clicked directly on it.

0033 looked up at the name of the jazz bar, [Lime].

The sign was made of neon lights, with a slightly green orange painted next to it.

I don’t know if the lights are due to aging or intentional design, but they flicker from time to time, giving it an old-fashioned feel.

She pushed open the door of the bar and walked in slowly.

There were neither too many nor too few customers in the store. They gathered in twos and threes in different places, holding liquids of different colors in their hands.

Most of the people who come here come to listen to jazz, and a small number of people may come to seek chance encounters.

0033 is naturally the former.

The sound of the door bell made some customers look towards 0033, and their expressions immediately changed from bored glances to amazement.

0033 was wearing a white hooded sportswear, a pair of gradient headphones with a skull painted on them hung around her neck, and her beautiful long black hair was tied into two ponytails.

On her flawless fair face were a pair of eyes as red as fire. They were the daily disposable contact lenses she wore. Her face was painted with delicate landmine-like makeup, which made people want to get closer to her sweetness, yet seemed to have thorns.

This is the outfit that 0033 used to hook the target of the mission today. The target is an old man, but he seems to like college girls dressed like this.

That’s right, 0033 is a killer, the best kind.

Many years ago, she was an orphan and was rescued from gangsters in a muddy alley by another killer in the organization.

If it weren't for that man back then, she might have become a prostitute available to anyone. I heard that those villains wanted to sell her to the most miserable shop, where she would have to serve 6-7 men a day.

But now, even if 6-70 people come, they will only become dead souls under her gun.

0033 shook his head, shook off the memories that inexplicably came to his mind, and sat down at the bar.

"Give me a California Hospitality."

0033 looked at the strange wine names on the signs and chose the one that looked the most normal.

The bartender agreed quietly and started to mix the cocktail using his fancy movements which seemed very redundant to 0033.

0033 touched his arm uncomfortably. He felt a little sick when he thought about being led by that old man here today.

When they killed him, they stabbed him a few more times and tortured him even before he was fully dead.

This guy has harmed countless students, and he deserves to be put to death.

0033 sighed in his heart.

When the desire for money and power is satisfied to the extreme, people will turn into monsters, monsters who take pleasure in toying with others.

"This is the 'California Hospitality' you ordered."

The bartender pushed over a glass of orange-tinged cocktail, and the color reminded me of the sunshine in California.

At this time, on the small stage in the middle of the bar, the jazz trumpet's intro ended, and the emotion was thrown to the piano. Now is the piano's improvisation time, and the bass and drummer are laying the foundation for it.

Huh? 0033 was immediately attracted by the interesting melody and saw the girl sitting next to the piano.

So beautiful.

This was 0033's first reaction. She had always been absolutely confident in her appearance, but the girl with silver hair was so beautiful that she felt jealous.

But what is even more amazing is the improvisational phrases under her hands, an elegant combination that has never been heard before.

"There's something a bit like Bill Evans here, um, no, it's just half a sentence, and then it becomes something else."

0033 gradually shifted his attention away from the girl's beautiful appearance and immersed himself in the wonderful world she had woven with the piano keys.

Jazz music has such a charm that it makes her completely forget the tension when killing someone.

She gradually became so immersed in it that she didn't even notice that the bomb installed under the table not far away had jumped from 00:01 to 00:00.

It was not until the moment of "Ding!" that she suddenly came back to her senses from the world of music.

Oops!

“BOOM!!!”

The entire [Lime] bar was engulfed by the violent explosion, and flames shot up into the sky in an instant.

Customers, musicians, and bartenders were all turned into pieces of limbs and flesh, and the entire bar was like hell on earth.

"cough!"

0033, who only had time to find the nearest shelter, spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Her body was severely burned, and the violent shock wave from the explosion had also caused serious damage to her internal organs. Her ears were buzzing and she could not hear anything at all.

She managed to get her hand out of her pocket and reach for the gun.

"I was too careless. Who on earth wanted to attack me?"

A group of men in black with guns suddenly kicked open the bar, rushed in, and shot every corpse in the head without hesitation.

0033 took a look with his blood-stained eyes and revealed a look of despair. This was such a well-trained team, and there was also the familiar security company logo.

It was the killer organization she belonged to.

0033 suddenly remembered 0032 who had a plane crash 5 years ago. The man who rescued him and brought him back to the organization seemed to suddenly realize something.

She gave a bitter smile, it seemed that she was going to be in trouble today.

But why? Why did the organization do this to him? Looking at the gun pointed at him, 0033 suddenly guessed that 0032's feelings back then were probably exactly the same as his current feelings.

"clang!"

A strange metallic sound was heard, it was the sound of something hard being cut.

0033 found that he was not dead, opened his eyes again, and then widened them.

She saw the bullet that was neatly cut in half next to her body, and the silver-haired figure floating in front of her.

Is that the jazz pianist from before? !

A straight knife with a faint red glow was floating next to her silver hair, and a beautiful blood butterfly was hanging on the handle.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

All the men in black who were shooting were stunned. They caught the bullets with cold weapons, and even clamped the bullets with their fingers and threw them to the ground arrogantly.

They have only seen this scene in movies.

"You guys are still the same as always?"

The silver-haired girl made a cold voice, her tone full of disdain.

What followed was a massacre that was so fast that it could not be seen with the naked eye. All the men in black fell to the ground in just a few cold flashes of swords.

0033's injuries were too severe and her consciousness was becoming blurred. The killing method she saw was beyond common sense and made her feel like she was dreaming.

It’s just that the figure of the silver-haired girl inexplicably overlapped with the man in her memory who brought her back to the organization.

"0032?"

She uttered an unconscious cry and then fainted completely.

Hearing this familiar code name, Ning Yu turned around to glance at the person on the ground and put away the blood kite.

"0033, do you know what you are doing?"

In the exquisite study, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair slowly stood up from his chair and spoke to 0033.

He was dressed simply, and the hair around his temples had begun to turn gray, but his eyes were cold and stern, and he did not seem to be afraid of the gun pointed at him.

"Put down your gun, let's have a decent talk, maybe I can forgive your transgression."

At this time, one of 0033's eyes was covered with an eye patch and his body was wrapped in bandages. It seemed that he had just experienced some serious injuries, and his hair was casually disheveled.

As the man spoke, he pressed the button under the desk, but after pressing it for a long time, there was no response.

“Are all the guys out there vegetarians?”

He secretly complained to himself.

"Don't waste your energy, Mr. Corey."

Ning Yu, wearing a baseball cap, walked out from behind 0033, and the last drop of blood slowly disappeared on her blood kite.

Corey looked at the silver-haired girl who appeared out of nowhere, and saw the knife in her hand, and felt a chill in his heart.

Those who stand at the top of a killer organization are very sensitive to murderous intent.

He knew that if murderous aura could really kill people, he would have died countless times by now.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

He pretended to be calm when he spoke, his hand slowly reaching for the pistol in the drawer.

Ning Yu smiled nonchalantly and seemed to start imitating someone's speech.

"If there is no way to take the opponent's life without leaving any trace, then killing all of the opponent's people can also be regarded as an assassination."

When Corey heard this, he was shocked and his eyes narrowed immediately, staring at Ning Yu like a poisonous snake.

"Are you 0032's daughter?"

Ning Yu carried the knife on his shoulder, walked up to the man with a swagger, and casually knocked away the small pistol he had just held.

“It doesn’t matter who I am.”

The blood kite was placed on Corey's neck with a 'swish' sound. Corey could even feel that the knife seemed to be eager to suck his blood.

"Why kill 0033, and all the killers who obtained the sequence before?"

The man swallowed nervously. Death had never been so close to him.

"Because, at most, we will use you for 3 years. When you retire, you will bring unnecessary trouble to the organization."

"It has happened many times before, and the rules have been passed down like this."

"So, the so-called retirement is actually to get rid of you and eliminate future troubles."

Ning Yu answered slowly: "They are all orphans who were trained, right?"

"It turns out to be such a boring reason!"

As she shouted, she was about to cut Corey's neck with the knife.

"0032!"

0033 suddenly turned the gun and pointed it at Ning Yu.

When Corey heard the call, he was stunned as he had just escaped from the brink of death.

What was going on? How could this silver-haired girl in front of him, who was so beautiful that she didn't seem like an ordinary person, be the 0032, the man who died on the plane? "0032, leave him to me."

0033 threatened in a cold voice.

"You killed all the people outside and in the organization."

“This is the only last one, you must.”

Ning Yu raised his sword and slashed it down. This time, Xue Yuan did not stop and chopped off Corey's head with one blow. He did not even utter a scream in the end, but died with his eyes open.

There was confusion in those eyes.

"My dear 0033, I don't remember ever teaching you to say one thing and mean another."

Corey's blood was completely absorbed by the Blood Kite, and Ning Yu's eyes exuded a charming and dangerous red.

"Let me answer for you. You want to kill me, the last person who knows that you are 0033."

Ning Yu walked in front of 0033 and put the muzzle of the gun against her forehead.

"Cut the grass at its roots and leave no trouble behind. This is what I taught you."

"You've learned well."

Ning Yu showed a satisfied smile on her face and stared at 0033 with an expression as if she was watching her student graduate.

"Come on, what are you hesitating about, 0033, pull the trigger."

"You will be free, and you will be the only one in the world who knows that your former code name was 0033."

0033 felt her hands sweating, she looked into Ning Yu's bloodshot eyes, and saw her own hesitation reflected in them.

But when I thought that I was only one step away from true freedom, there was no reason to dodge the bullet at such a close distance.

0033 pulled the trigger anyway.

“Puff!”

There was no gunshot, but the straight knife pierced his stomach from behind, and blood spurted out, dripping onto the floor.

0033 felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and knew that it was his own blood.

She gave a bitter smile. She had studied with 0032 for her entire life, but still had not been able to surpass him.

"You're not good at this."

Ning Yu whispered softly in her ear behind her, revealing an elegant and lazy smile, but unfortunately 0033 couldn't see it.

The blood kite in his hand was stirring, as if to end everything for her, bringing her pain and despair.

"Half the time you pull the trigger, you're hesitating."

Ning Yu pulled the blood kite out of her abdomen, but there was not a drop of blood on the blade. She kicked 0033 to the ground.

"You should be a good person in your next life."

In the plain room, 0033 suddenly sat up from the bed and felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

His face was covered with bandages and his abdomen was also wrapped in bandages, and both parts seemed to have undergone surgery.

0033 found himself in an unfamiliar ward, with a brand new ID in his hand.

On it was the face of a strange girl, with a strange name written on it. This was her 'next life'.