My Boss, the White-haired Nun

Holding the cold iron pole of the street lamp at his hand, he bent slightly, panting lightly, the warm breath came out of his mouth, and when it came into contact with the cold outside environment, it immediately turned into a white mist.Then dissipated in the air.

He raised his head and watched the white mist dissipate in front of him with a blank face, his expression was somewhat ignorant and complicated.

Finally, the dark-haired boy bit his lip lightly.Then he squatted down, curled up in a ball against the root of the street lamp in the wind and snow, and let the white frost and snow fall on his head, shoulders, and back.Like a dog wandering in the wilderness.

It's really a tempting choice... It's really a choice that people can't refuse... There are really some amazing characters...

He lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, as if to himself and the whole world.

Yes, very unreasonable, very unprincipled, very inexplicable, even he himself didn't know why he was so frightened and uneasy.I don't know why I feel so emotional.

I guess...those big shots...would never have thought that they had already arranged everything, and it would be fine to go on according to their arrangement, so why would he fall into such a panic.

However, when an ordinary person is suddenly entrusted with a heavy responsibility that breaks the peaceful life, is it difficult to respond appropriately, should it be excitement?

Walter lowered his head and looked at the cold floor tiles in front of him. The blue-gray bricks and tiles were arranged in order and stretched forward along the line of sight. Go for the wide-open view.

On the road, there are pedestrians walking, some travelers are happy, some are swimming together, and some are singing.The storefronts on the side of the road are lit with warm lights, and the orange or other colors of light shine through the glass windows and cast into the snow, leaving a faint colorful shadow on the bright snow.

But inexplicably, everything in front of Walter made a rattling sound like an old cassette. In the normal color scene and the whole world, it was pitch black, only those flashing purple lights outlined the outlines of all lines. It flickered back and forth in the pitch-black scene like an ultrasound film.The happy smiles of those people seemed to become distorted under the strange purple light, blood and tears were all over the grim smiles.

Suddenly an uncontrollable violent emotion rose from the bottom of his heart, as if with the will to destroy everything, but just now it was like being poured with a basin of ice water by another wave of energy that existed in the soul. Searching for things in the depths was shattered, and there was not even a spark left behind.

He shook his head, throwing those scenes out of his mind, and when he opened his eyes again, those dark scenes disappeared as if they never existed.

With a wry smile, he leaned back as if his spine had been removed, slid down against the telegraph pole, and sat down in an unsightly posture.

He closed his eyes, leaned his head against the pole behind him, and sighed.I couldn't help but think of that day five years ago in Berlin, when I saw the city covered in frost and carved dead bodies, the scene where the whole world was full of death, and the burning hot, like a big sun... ...the Savior.

"Snapped."

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and he turned his head to look. Beside him was a face full of vicissitudes.

It was a man who could see his predicament at a glance. He was worn out—or even tattered. He was wearing a coat that seemed to have never been washed for many years, with a dirty face. Stubble and an equally messy head of silver hair.His complexion is yellow and thin, and he doesn't even have the bright eyes of the worldly masters in many legends. His eyes are cloudy, as if he has some visual impairment.

"Dude, is there a fire?" He held a half-smoked cigarette, saw the black-haired boy looking over, opened his mouth and said, showing his yellow teeth.

"Oh oh oh." The black-haired boy panickedly took out a silver lighter from his pocket and handed it to the man beside him. "Here you are."

"Huh? Good stuff." The man tiptoed the lighter in his hand, with a surprised expression on his face. "In [-], the British government issued a limited edition internally to commemorate the victory of World War II. It was only circulated among senior officials of the Allied Forces. Dude, your status is not simple..."

"But now..." He suddenly shook his head and smiled. "It doesn't make any sense to me..."

"..."

Walter was stunned, and was silent for a while, realizing that he had never noticed the value of the thing around him.

It's just like those ordinary things, they are there, so they are used. As for the value of those things, no one will ever tell him, and no one will tell him.

He was silent for a while, and suddenly felt that he understood something.

"You...recognize this thing?" Walter asked hesitantly after a while.

At this time, the middle-aged man had already lit the smoked cigarette, took a puff, and after exhaling a smoke ring, he said calmly. "It's not something shady. It's hard to know. I used to be rich back then, but these things don't make much sense now."

He squatted next to Walter, raised his hand and fiddled with the silver lighter in his hand, and there was a hint of the unique charm of the dude when he turned his fingers.

"I see you've been squatting here for a long time, have you encountered any difficulties?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, exhaled a smoke ring and said, "It's really strange, you high-school children would squat on the side of the road and sigh? No one Have you ever taught you that as a nobleman, you have to be firm on your own path even in the face of a sharp edge?"

"...I'm not a nobleman." Walter's face changed slightly, and he denied it, "I'm just the most ordinary person."

"Come on." The silver-haired man sneered. "Ordinary people? Wearing the uniform of Destiny and the exclusive equipment of Destiny, and claiming to be an ordinary person?"

"Or do I want me to tell you your name?" He didn't know where to take out a dark square ID book, and when Walter felt inexplicably familiar with that thing, he raised his hand and opened it.

"Walter Joyce? Tsk, with this face, I thought your surname was Shaniat." He looked at the man whose expression suddenly changed.He raised his eyebrows.

"Or should the surname be Nicholas?"

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"Give it back to me!" The black-haired boy's face changed drastically, and he stretched out his hand to snatch it away.

To his surprise, the silver-haired man didn't seem to have any intention of stopping him.He just let him take that thing back into his hand and continued to smoke the cigarette in his hand.

"It fell on the ground just now. I picked it up casually." Seeing Walter's puzzled eyes.The middle-aged man exhaled smoke rings and shook his head and said, "Don't worry, even if I betray my glory, I'm not yet low enough to steal."

"...Who are you?" Walter asked warily after staring at the man in front of him after being silent for a while. "Who sent you here?"

"Who am I..." The silver-haired man raised his hand and scratched his head.After thinking about it for a while, "A homeless man? That's about it, nothing more."

"..."

Walter was silent. Although he stopped talking, his eyes were full of doubts.

"How should I put it..." Seeing his suspicious eyes, the silver-haired man scratched his head in embarrassment. "Although the relationship with Destiny is not very harmonious now, Destiny is an organization with influence all over the world after all, not to mention that in a metropolis like New York, the North American branch of Destiny is less than five kilometers away from here. Occasionally, I foresee a Destiny It's normal for people here, right?"

Walter was taken aback.

"It seems that you are really an important person?" The silver-haired man looked at him with great interest, "In such a tense state, ordinary crimes are not to this level... But if you really The most important thing is that you are being chased by the destiny, then you dare to go into the city... you should have been arrested long ago... you don't look very good at fighting..."

"Forget it..." Just as Walter's eyes became more and more nervous, the silver-haired man suddenly laughed, slapped Ahha and shook his head. "Everyone has their own secrets. Since you don't want to tell them, why should I spy on your secrets?"

"Smoking?" He said, handing over a clean cigarette that was obviously carefully preserved with his dirty hands. "Since you carry a lighter with you, you should know a little bit, right?"

"Sorry..." However, Walter waved his hands in embarrassment, "I don't smoke."

"No smoking..." The silver-haired man took back the cigarette in his hand full of regret, and put it away carefully. "No wonder you are so worried. What's the point of being alive if you don't smoke?"