Long live money

The woman in white didn't know what it was, but Momo knew her, and it was obviously beyond the human level.

Hei Xueji lived in the near-future world, so it was impossible for her to believe in so-called demons and ghosts. On the contrary, she felt that this white figure might be a manifestation of the power of technology, just like the mysterious accelerated world.

No one paid attention to Hei Xueji, Hei Xueji could only watch quietly, and be a quiet spectator with the woman Bai Yi in Mo Mo's memory on the other side.

Mo Mo was young and had small hands, which were completely different from the big hands Hei Xueji remembered that made her warm and ashamed. Even because his hands were too small, one knuckle of the gloves he was wearing was drooping.

However, with such hands, there is no sign of trembling at all. The smooth executioner operates precisely, matches the gunpowder, corrects the shape of the bullet, installs the bullet, and makes sniper bullets with an error within one thousandth of a gram. It came out, and the quiet code was placed in the box on the other side.

The inside of the studio was dark, only the cold light above Mo Mo's head brought light, but Hei Xueji suddenly felt that the studio was so quiet, regardless of the gloomy atmosphere and the many messy things around, this place would be A rare sanctuary.

A shelter that completely separates the inside and outside of the room.

Hei Xueji began to get nervous. This depressing small room here is obviously also a room where Mo Mo's labor force is squeezed out. It is actually the place where Mo Mo feels most at ease...

What will be there outside?

"finished!"

Mo Mo stretched his waist, looked at the five large boxes of bullets at hand, and nodded in satisfaction. After completing these bullets, his life was guaranteed again today.

Then, Mo Mo picked up the bullets and walked towards the door of the room, and Hei Xueji followed Mo Mo's footsteps, left the small room, and entered the outside world.

In an instant, a piece of yellow came into view.

yellow?

Hei Xueji stared wide-eyed, looking at everything in front of her in astonishment, what surprised her was not these things in front of her, but everything in front of her was covered with a layer of yellow.

These colors are supposed to be non-existent colors. In reality, no one should paint everything yellow, right?

Wait...yellow?

Hei Xueji was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly thought of something, this is a dream, in the final analysis, it is to speed up the process of the world digging out the wound in Mo Mo's heart.

Yellow...is Mo Mo's heartache?

Hei Xueji pursed her lips. She naturally knew the meaning of yellow. Yellow refers to the heartache of life. It is not limited to one person, nor will it extend to the whole world. Colors appear only when people are hurt.

Is Mo Mo's heart wound really yellow?Perhaps because of his difficult childhood?

But... isn't Momo the prince of Dubai?

What is going on here?

Mo Mo left the small room and walked out, and the small room was a warehouse, inside the warehouse were stacked wooden boxes, inside the boxes were a bunch of murder weapons, guns.

A genuine gun, because this is the United States, where Momo is located is a large gun shop, which naturally also sells ammunition, and Momo's hand-made custom bullets have become the signature here.

It’s just that no one knows that in the eyes of many people, the hand-crafted bullets that require a little bit of hard work by experienced master craftsmen are actually made by an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, and this little boy is also squeezed here object.

"Uncle Ham, I have completed today's task."

Following Mo Mo's gaze, Hei Xueji turned to a burly man sitting behind the bar. This is a typical American burly man with thick shoulders and a round waist, probably because he is getting fatter with age. If he is not fat, he is probably just a A muscular man.

"Take off your clothes, do I need to say more?"

Ham's words made Hei Xueji's body tense up suddenly, and he actually asked Mo Mo to take off his clothes, what is this for!

Could it be... is it a crime!

Hei Xueji's heart suddenly twitched. Seeing that Mo Mo had started to take off her clothes, her heart was almost torn. She almost forgot that this was a dream, and she desperately wanted to stop Mo Mo.

"Don't worry, little girl. Although this is a nightmare, the protagonist of the nightmare is still him. Since this age, he has been the protagonist of his own life and life. He is incomparable to you."

The woman in white spoke again, the cold tone made Hei Xueji calm down a little, and Hei Xueji understood that she probably misunderstood.

Momo took off his coat, leaving only a pair of boxer shorts, and Ham also stood up. At this time, Kuroyukihime discovered that Ham only had one hand—the right hand was cut off at the wrist, and I don’t know who did it .

Hei Xueji was relieved by Ham's action. He didn't do anything to Mo Mo, but grabbed Mo Mo's clothes and shook them vigorously. After finding that there was no sound or falling objects, he threw the clothes to Mo Mo. Momo.

"At first, I believed you too, but recently it was the handover ceremony of the leader of the gang, and there is no room for mistakes. Even if there is a real mistake, things can't be leaked from us."

"Your father is about to become the leader, and you will get rid of this kind of life at that time. Although the relationship between you father and son is not good, you are father and son after all."

Momo put on his clothes silently, shook his head, and said, "My father doesn't like me. Seeing me may remind him of things he doesn't want to recall, so my life will not change."

Listening to Mo Mo's words, Ham looked at Mo Mo silently, and suddenly said: "Boy, don't you hate your father? I heard about it, and I heard about that."

Mo Mo shook his body, shook his head, and said, "I'm not qualified."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand towards Ham and said, "Today's wages."

"Hmph, nasty brat."

Ham took out a handful of broken dollars from the bar with one hand and put them in Momo's hand. After Momo put the dollars into his pocket, he suddenly grinned and said, "Boy, there is actually one thing, I I haven't told you for two years, do you know what it is?"

"do not know."

"It stands to reason that when you leave the workshop, you not only need to search your body, but you also need to take a bath. But forget about you, little brat, why don't you let me serve you in the bath? But, don't think that no one else knows what you did. "

Mo Mo's eyes widened for a moment, and he sat down on the ground paralyzed in fright, and his body began to tremble.

"Ha ha!"

Ham looked at Mo Mo's frightened look, grinned, and said, "What's the matter, are you scared? Don't think of yourself as smart, you're just a little devil at most. But don't worry, I, Ham, won't gossip Honestly, you can do whatever you want, and I just want to see the situation where father and son are fighting each other."

Ham grinned, pulled out a booklet from behind the bar, threw it to Mo Mo, and said, "This is a manual made by someone who used to be in the gang. I can't understand it, but since you plan to do this Do it, I guess you can understand it, take it."

Mo Mo took the booklet, climbed up with difficulty, looked at Ham, and said shyly, "Aren't you going to tell my dad?"

"Tell him? Don't be kidding, haha, he kicked me off my seat and cut off one of my hands. I wish he would die now."

"Now, I accidentally discovered that his son was going to make a bomb to kill his father. I was too happy. I was about to burst out laughing. How could I report on you?"

"Even, I want to help you. Are you planning to disguise the bomb as a gift and give it to your father at the dragon head meeting? Okay, then I can even find someone to help you deliver it to him in person. After all, he is a son He will open the gift given by himself, regardless of reason..."

Ham's eyes were bloodshot, and he said, "When the time comes...boom...one sound, haha, I can see that beautiful blood flower!"

"Why don't you talk, kid? You're scared, cut, how dare you plot against your father with such a temper?"

"But that's right, this is the father and son. The father kills his wife, and the son kills his father. In this way, you are a family."

Ham smiled maliciously, looked Momo up and down, and finally said: "You have to remember, since I dare to say these words to you today, it means that I am not afraid of any of your actions. You can do whatever you want , I won't report on you, but I just want to remind you, be careful, don't think of yourself as a superman, little devil!"

Mo Mo nodded silently, then staggered out of the gun shop, Ham's unscrupulous laughter came from behind.

Hei Xueji followed Mo Mo dumbly, her mind was full of disbelief, the brief conversation just now seemed to be filled with a huge amount of information, which made her brain fall into a state of sudden shutdown.

However, following Mo Mo out of the gun shop, the scenery outside shocked her even more.

The surrounding area is still yellow. It seems that Mo Mo's heartache is mostly yellow... Hei Xueji thought so at first, knowing that she raised her head...

She saw the sky, the red sky.

The sky is not blue, not gray, and there is no mist. It is full of red, as rich as blood, as if blood will fall from the sky at any time.

Isn't red... the color of heartache?

The red heart wound points to the world, not to specific people or the living environment around them, but to dissatisfaction and anger towards the whole world.

Could it be that Mo Mo's wounded heart is also red?

Or Momo's heartache is an intermediate color, such as purple?

However, at this moment, Mo Mo's action pulled Hei Xueji's eyes back from the strange colors around her, and back to him.

Mo Mo left the gun shop and turned into a low street corner. His stumbling figure seemed to disappear in an instant, and he no longer looked flustered.

He reached into his pocket and took out the booklet Ham had given him, the booklet on making timers, tore it up and threw it in the dustbin.

Then, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he said to himself, "What would you like to eat today?"

54 People Who Seem Unrelated

Hei Xueji looked at Mo Mo's expression in surprise, and saw that the panic on Mo Mo's face just now disappeared in an instant, and turned into a faint smile.

It seemed that being bullied by that man named Ham just now was just an illusion.

Mo Mo's footsteps were also very brisk, as if he didn't care about everything just now, and then Hei Xueji followed Mo Mo into the supermarket and bought the dinner that Mo Mo had in his mouth.

Although Mo Mo lingered for a long time, the scattered dollars in his pocket did not give him many choices. In the end, what he bought the most were still bread sticks that were hardened into sticks.

After buying food, Mo Mo paid the bill with scattered US dollars. The clerk seemed to be familiar with Mo Mo's situation. Although he was a little impatient, he still counted Mo Mo's change.

Although it was only the cheapest food to buy, there were only a few coins left in the dollars in Momo's hand.

It's just that all this still doesn't seem to affect Mo Mo's mood. Mo Mo carried a large bag of food and walked into the distance with a brisk tone.

And Hei Xueji, floating behind Mo Mo, watched all this silently.

Everything around is still yellow, and the sky is still red, but at this moment, a black shadow is slowly driving along the street from a distance.

black?

Hei Xueji's heart sank, she knew best what black represented.

Black represents negative heart wounds, even to some extreme heart wounds, even in reality, it also shows pathological heart wounds.

This is why she was kicked out of the house in the first place.

Mo Mo...has a black heart wound?

The car came to Mo Mo's side, stopped slowly, and the lathe rolled down, revealing a person.

Hei Xueji just knew that he was alone, and couldn't see his face at all, because his whole body was a mass of black, shrouded in countless black rays of light, and seemed to be a person made of black mud.

Even if Hei Xueji was watching from the side, she could feel Mo Mo's extreme negative emotions towards this person.

"Aren't you coming back yet?"

The man spoke, his voice was a little shrill, but steady, he should be a middle-aged man.

"No, Dad, I'm doing fine."

It was Mo Mo who answered, and Mo Mo looked at the man calmly, with flat eyes, no anger, no hatred, more like no emotion.

However, according to Mo Mo's words, this person is his father.

Looking at your father without emotion?

"Have a good life? You could eat well and use well, but now you go to the slums to take a crazy woman as your mother? Are you crazy, bastard, remember, your mother is dead, before we smuggled Those who come to America are already dead."

"Yes, Dad, I remember very clearly, it was Dad who did it himself..."

"boom!"

Mo Mo didn't continue what he said, but was punched in the chest by the man, his young body flew upside down, fell to the ground, and the bread was scattered all over the floor.

"If I hadn't done that, you would have starved to death!"

Mo Mo was panting heavily, his face was pale, the man's punch just now almost suffocated him.

"I know, Dad, I remember it very well. So I owe it to Mom, and I want to do something."

"But what does that crazy woman have to do with you? He just treats you as his son!"

"Didn't his son die at the hands of his father?"

Although Mo Mo's voice was low, these words made the furious and roaring man pause for a moment, and the thick black seemed to become a little colder.

"Who told you that, Ham?"

"Nobody told me, Dad."

"Are you trying to atone for my sin?"

"I just wanted to do something, Dad."

The man was silent, and after a few seconds he said, "If you like the girl with freckles, I can guarantee that she will be your girlfriend, and you don't have to go and be her brother."

"No, Dad, I'm fine."

After being rejected again and again, the man finally got angry again and shouted: "You bastard, drive!"

Naturally, the driver would not refuse, started the car silently, the car started again, and drove off, leaving behind a child who struggled to get up.

Mo Mo got up calmly, even his actions were still calm, but Hei Xueji could see Mo Mo's distorted face due to pain.

Mo Mo picked up the bread on the ground one by one, took out the bread that was in direct contact with the ground, and carefully removed the dirty part, a good baguette immediately became pitted.

Mo Mo didn't waste the dirty part that was unscrewed, but put it in his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth as he walked, and ate it, as if he was eating delicious candy.

After tidying up everything, Mo Mo continued to move forward calmly, not like a child.

Hei Xueji covered her mouth, afraid that the sobbing in her mouth would affect Mo Mo. Although this was a virtual world, Hei Xueji could feel Mo Mo's pain.