My name is Huo Hai. Huo Qubing's Huo, Hu Hai's Hai. Of course, the original meaning of this name has nothing to do with these two historical celebrities. Many people have expressed deep sympathy for my name. What kind of parents can give me such a shocking name? It doesn't matter to me personally. For me, the name is just a code name. As for the creator of the name, it has long since disappeared from my pitiful childhood memories. They died very young, and their memories only stop at "the person who slapped me hard when I was crying when I was a child."
In fact, not many people have the opportunity to know my name, because my career has destined me to have few friends. There won't be many opportunities to introduce myself. Should I cut the other person's throat and say hello, "Hello, I'm Huo Hai, I'm sorry, I'm here to kill you today," while the blood spurting from the artery is splattered all over the body? This is too weird.
That's right. I'm a killer. An ordinary person who just kills people to make a living.