Ultimate Assassin System

At noon, a corner of Xicheng District, Shanxi City.

The rows of bungalows are lined up in a row, and the black and gray monotone house walls are mixed with each other. It seems a bit awkward, like an unfinished abstract ink painting. The less wide streets are also dusty and potty, like a piece of cheese that has been eroded for a long time, which is obviously not suitable for walking by any means other than legs and feet.

Any city has its bright side, and of course, there must be dirty and run-down corners. This is unavoidable, even the mountain city with the reputation of the holy city in the north is no exception.

At this moment, on a street corner, "Excuse me, does the Hansel painter live here?"

"Hansier ... is the downcast painter. Here you go down this street, the one on the left is the innermost one."

"Oh, thank you Auntie."

"Oh, you're welcome ..."

Do not be that kind-hearted, and ask passersby to pull down the fluffy collar that covers the face tightly, and a long scar like a cricket is extremely dazzling ... Needless to say, this is naturally Borg just coming out of the pub next to the river.

The streets are not long, and soon come to an end. "On the left side of the innermost ... hmm, this should be it." Borg narrowed his eyes at some dilapidated small houses in front of him, nodded, stepped forward, and raised his hand to knock on the wooden door.

Bang bang ... bang bang ...

The knock on the door kept ringing, but there was no movement coming from it, as if the owner was not at home. But just as Borg frowned slightly, the door opened.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man who opened the door had a sunken eye socket and a thin figure, wearing a loose robe that was wrinkled and had not been cleaned for a long time, and his face was awkward and sleepless.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you are a Hansir painter?" Watching the middle-aged man nod subconsciously, Borg's mouth rose, pulling out a weird arc of sneer and spreading his left hand. A few glittering gold coins glowed with tantalizing luster, "I said features, you draw portraits. As long as I am satisfied, these five gold coins are yours."

"Uh ..." The middle-aged man named Hansir heard it for a moment, and then he couldn't help but be overjoyed. Just looking at the surrounding environment, he knew that his living conditions were terrible. Just a portrait could earn hardware coins. This is indeed a big temptation for him.

Yes, art cannot be measured by money. But sometimes, artists need money to maintain their lives.

"No problem!" After he agreed in a hurry, he scratched his head, Hansier looked hesitant, "Although I never doubted my painting skills. But ... why did I come to me for a special trip? You need to know that this place is very remote. "

What I want is remoteness ... Borg didn't look fixed and didn't answer the question, but just pushed in the door: "Let's get started."

"……it is good."

The room was messy, with painting brushes scattered all over the place, and even various patterns were painted on the wall. It was indeed what a downcast painter should be.

Soon after setting up the easel. Hansel looked at Borg with a paintbrush. The latter pinched his chin and groaned a bit, and said, "It's a young man, his hair is black and not long. As for the face, well, it's ordinary ..."

Borg remembered frowning here. Then Hansir heard that he was holding a paintbrush and made a few gestures, but he still could n’t start, but he looked up and said, "Sir, please describe in more detail. For example, the shape of the nose, the size of the lips, and the cheekbones are not obvious. ... and. What distinguishes him? "

"Characteristics ..." Borg pinched the bridge of his nose, his expression slightly tangled, "Ordinary, very ordinary!"

"..."

"Oh. There is a feature." Just as Hansier was speechless, Borg's eyes lightened, and he stroked his palm. "His eyes are thinner than ordinary people, and his pupils are black ... Look at it People hate it. "

"Slender eyes, black pupils? It's not common. Okay, a feature." Hansier brushed slightly, first outlined, and then drew a pair of slender eyes, and asked, "What else?" "

"And there is ... average."

...

The progress of portraiture is not smooth, but it is not that this Hansel is not good enough. It was only then that Borg knew how difficult it was to accurately portray the nasty guy in his heart.

It's not that he couldn't remember. The face of that guy Borg remembered very clearly, as if engraved on the heart, pen and blood. But remember clearly, it does not mean that it can be accurately expressed ... oh, that **** public face!

Fortunately, Hansier's painting skills are quite acceptable. Although it took a lot of effort, after two people continued to draw and discuss, they finally succeeded in drawing.

"Huh!" Just looking at him, Borg flashed a fierce fierce man in his eyes, grunted coldly, and clenched his fists. Needless to say, from this reaction, the effect of the portrait is very good.

On the drawing paper, the nose is not big, the lips are big, the ears are big, the eyebrows are big ... except for the slender eyes, almost all the facial features and face parts are not big or small Small, very ordinary. This is the legendary face of the masses, which is the familiar Tang En!

Reluctantly suppressing the inexplicable anger in his heart, Borg nodded and applauded: "Yes, I'm satisfied." Then in Hansier's anticipation, he reached into his arms and seemed to want to take out the gold coins, but when it was stretched out, it was short. The sword, a flash of coldness, shivered, stabbed into Hansir's heart.

"Sorry, your painting skills are so good that I dare not let you live."

In a few steps, Hansier's eyes were full of confusion and pain, leaning back, bang ... Smashing a few easels, the blood instantly stained a few pieces of drawing paper on the ground, twitched a few times, and remained silent.

Glancing at the corpse on the ground, Borg breathed a long breath. The depression that had been brought about by someone in his heart disappeared instantly.

The words just now seemed to be a joke, but actually came from Borg's sincerity. In fact, when this Hansel took over the business, it was destined to end like this. Later, I saw that Hansil's painting skills were really good, and Borg naturally couldn't keep him, after all, if something happened, his portrait would undoubtedly be better painted ...

Leaning over and holding the paintbrush that Hansel was holding tightly, Borg didn't mean to deal with the corpse on the ground. Such a lonely painter would like to know that he usually does not deal with people around him. It may only be known when the body stinks ...

Pick up a blank piece of drawing paper and sweep away the debris on the side table. In this **** room, Bourgen pulled down a wooden chair and sat down.

After a moment of groaning, the paintbrush squeaked, and his mouth murmured softly: "Tang En, warrior at the prefecture level, proficient in transfiguration camouflage, soldiers in the gray coat ... Well, should I write this?"

When the paintbrush stopped, he tilted his head and thought about it. Only by showing this identity, can Tangn be drawn into the army and enter the front line of the army, and the canyon after that, he decided to continue to write down, "Oh, there is a small team of gray space ... ... hum, dare to overcast me, you ca n’t run Mi Xiu ... Will you add Johia? She is also one of the accomplices. Alas, no, I live in a pub next to the river for the time being, okay okay , I will show you mercy to give you a chance, haha ​​... "

The room was dark, and the **** taste became more and more intense, but Borg, who was struggling to write a book, unknowingly, whispered from time to time, or raised his head and laughed wildly, driving the body to continue to tremble ... Unbelievable strange pictures!

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After half an hour ~ www.readwn.com ~ outside the church of Shanxi City.

Borg, who re-covered his face, wandered for two or three minutes, walked to a little boy who was playing, leaned over, spread out his palms, and various colorful candies. "Children, can you help your uncle? Give two pieces of paper to your uncle and aunt in the church, and these are yours. "

Licking his lips and watching these seductive candies, the little boy focused his head.

"Okay, goodness, uncle rewards you first. Well, get it, go."

During the day, the church is of course open. With the reward, the little boy leaped quickly and ran towards the church.

Ignorant, he didn't know what kind of mighty waves the light paper with a few sweets in his hand would set off. Of course, in fact, even the original creator, Borg, never imagined what would happen next ... maybe there is some feeling in his heart, but the drunkenness and the humiliation and hatred in his brain have completely blinded his soul and eye……

………… (To be continued ...)