[I'm afraid you won't see the ones behind you, so I'll post them in front]

[The early writing was very trash. I will take the time to rewrite it as much as possible. I hope that all the big guys who come in will be willing to do so. If the poison resistance in the early stage is not very high, they will definitely be poisoned. Let's look at it later. I believe that all the big guys can see the progress.]

[As long as I see a new face, I will tell him like this... It's so humble]

[Don’t look at the previous dozens or even one hundred chapters with your brain, otherwise you can’t stand it. I hope you can see the end and you will find the difference between heaven and earth in front and behind me...]

[The humble author kneels down and thanks, please forgive me]

[If you really can't stick to it, you can go to the pirated version and see the later one (although I really don't want anyone to watch the pirated version). If it's okay, please come back and subscribe]

[If the boss is unwilling, just leave silently. I am really sorry. The humble author apologizes online.]

There was only one oil lamp in a room emitting a faint light.

The lights swayed, and the warm light showed the objects on the wooden table: a laptop, a dagger with blood grooves, two Beretta 92fs equipped with silencers, and a desert eagle carved with complex patterns.

On the wooden table, a pair of hands were slowly wiping the desert eagle with a piece of brocade.

Under the lights, the desert eagle flashed a silver stream of light, emitting a dangerous aura.

The cold touch made the owner of the hands feel extremely comfortable.

After wiping the gun, his hands gently stroked the gun body, not falling every inch from the muzzle to the trigger.

Kuwai sighed and placed the artistic gun on a wooden table made of rosewood.

I turned on a switch under the table with my left hand, and instantly, the room was illuminated.

The whole room is not big, with a table, a cabinet, and a bed. The modern facilities are just a laptop on the table.

"Come out, I know you're here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure of a man appeared in the seemingly deserted room.

After a closer look, the man was wearing a buzz cut, wearing a decent suit and wearing white gloves on his hands.

The man's blue eyes stared at Guangyou who was facing his back, hesitated for a while, and sat on his bed.

After a long time, the man let out a long sigh: "You go quickly, the further you go, the better."

Guangyou turned around slowly, and his eyes, which were already turbid, gradually became brighter, but in just a moment, in the next second, he regained the face of Gujing Wubo and said calmly: "If I leave, you will die."

The man obviously considered this issue, pursed the British's already thin lips, and advised: "I'm fine, I'm still useful to them, you go."

"If you don't kill me, they will send people. You can't hide or hide, there is no need."

Guangyou's tone was very plain, as if he was talking about something completely unrelated to him, "It's better to die in your hands than to die in those people."

After talking, Guangyou quickly turned around, picked up the Bereta 92f on the table and shot at the surroundings of the room.

The man sitting on the bed looked at Kusuo's seemingly crazy behavior, and even if a bullet shot past him, he did not frown.

He just fired a few random shots, and after firing, he threw the gun to the man sitting on the bed.

Then, Guangyou got up and made his room very messy, as if he had been subjected to a thief.

Finally, he sat back on the chair, his eyes under his messy hair were still turbid: "It's your turn."

The man pointed the gun at Guangyou with a white glove in his hand, and his tone was also a little guilty and dissatisfied: "Why, teacher."

"Everyone who should come will come, let alone, I have enough of it now..."

Guangyou turned around and picked up the desert eagle on the table, touched it again, and threw it to the man, "I have owned this gun for many years, but I have never fired a single shot with it, and I will give it to you later."

The man took the gun and there was a slight fluctuation in his eyes. After thinking for a while, he put down his hand holding Bereta and instead aimed the desert eagle at Guangyou.

"Bang!"

After a gunshot, a blood-colored hole appeared on Guangyou's forehead, and earnest blood flowed out...

The man felt even more guilty when he looked at the scene. He lowered his head and stretched out his hand to take out a gem necklace from his pocket.

The gem was not as dazzling as other gems. It seemed to be covered with dust, and it looked like it was no different from street stalls.

The man walked forward a few steps, brought the gem necklace to Kwangyou, and put the gem into his clothes.

"The thing returns to the original owner, let's leave it here..."

.....

Japan in another world

There is a dilapidated courtyard in Edogawa District. Although the courtyard is broken, it is very neat.

“Cruff…”

An old man pushed open a somewhat worn door: "Come out, little cuties, I'll bring back another little brother!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was opened, and more than a dozen children rushed into the yard to surround the old man. These children, both men and women, were from 10 years old to 4 years old, shouting in unison: "Grandpa, Dean!"

One of the little girls looked at the little boy in the dean's hand with curious eyes: "Grandpa, this little brother is so good, he doesn't cry at all. He doesn't look like Ren Jian, and he always likes to cry."

The little girl poked the baby's face with her little hands as she said.

The little girl said Ren Jian suddenly became unhappy: "I was still young at that time, Zhu Yin, I don't believe you have never cried."

Hearing this, the dean shook his head, but the smile on his face could not hide his mood. Then he looked at the little boy in his arms with loving eyes.

At this time, the little boy's eyes attracted the attention of the dean.

Because the little boy's eyes were not as good as normal people: the little boy's eyes were dull. Although the owner of these eyes could already tell that they were a beautiful embryo at this time, it was really a pity that these eyes seemed to pour a pot of ink into the clear and transparent pool.

The old man's eyes showed a hint of helplessness, but he was more kind and smiled: "This child is called Guangyou. I hope he is protected by the gods like sunshine..."

As time goes by, Kokusuo has grown to 5 years old.

As he grows older, his problems gradually become clear that he has an IQ problem. To put it bluntly, he is a mentally retarded.

After knowing Xiao Guangyou’s problem, the old man also knew why Xiao Guangyou was abandoned.

Although he was helpless, the old man did not give up on this child.

Because the old man really likes cute creatures like children, and after years of life, the old man still has a certain relationship with Xiao Guangyou.

Oh ~ I forgot to introduce the old man, the old man is Ikeda Ryoyu, this year 78.

Because he cannot have children, he loves children very much. After he was 50 years old, he used the salary he saved in the first half of his life to set up the orphanage. It has been 28 years. In the past 28 years, he has adopted nearly 100 children.

"Hey, Old Man Liangyou, if you don't pay the rent, don't live here. What kind of orphanage will you adopt someone else if you can't live your own life?"

A young man with a sharp-tongued look knocked on the shabby door and shouted wherever he shouted.

Old Dean Liangyou sighed. Over the past 28 years, his savings have been spent, and the monthly subsidy is not enough.

If the young man's father hadn't appreciated his approach, the orphanage would have been gone long ago.

However, with the death of the young man's father, the young man began to urge the rent, and it was the day after the orphanage was disbanded.

The day after the young man was sent away, the old director Liangyou had no choice but to disband the orphanage.

He entrusted all the children he adopted to other orphanages, but Guangyou, because of his special nature, the orphanage doesn't want him. The old director Liangyou can only keep Guangyou by his side...

Half a year later, the old dean died of an acute heart attack in an accident.

After all, the old dean is already very old and there is no place to ask him to go to work. The income is too little and the pressure is too great.

So the poor Xiao Guangyou lost the people who raised him and was driven to the street.

Apart from the clothes he wore, Guangyou was left with only a piece of paper with his life experience...

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I know that my chapter, or the book I wrote can only be written with spicy chicken, perhaps spicy chicken is not enough to describe it.

Some people say that the protagonist's movements are too nervous, but I can say very responsibly that the protagonist of this book, especially the initial experience, was my own experience, but it was exaggerated.

In reality, I can only find an inanimate object to talk to, or tell myself a story in front of the mirror.

Maybe you will find it scary, but for me this is just the last way to vent.

Of course I tried to find a friend, but the so-called friend turned around and told his girlfriend about me, and the two of them laughed at me with this.

Maybe it was unintentional or intentional, from the beginning of the time I began to hide everything in my heart.

After saying so much, I feel like I'm emitting negative energy.

Let me say a few more words, this book is just the first time I read online articles four years ago. I have put in the first time I have put in the practice. I can’t write it. I’m really sorry.

Bow to everyone, sorry＞People＜
Chapter completed!