There are some jokes that even fate would not dare to take. For example, a best friend once teased Hu Xiaoran that "her boyfriend is so powerful that he was destined to be a rough guy in his previous life" - before she could finish her words, she really became a baby boy waiting to be fed on the steps of the church. When the blond and blue-eyed young priest found him, in addition to his body temperature, there was only a jade pendant engraved with the traditional Chinese character "Hu" that glowed coldly in the morning mist, like a mystery drifting from Chinatown.
Ten years in the monastery were torn apart by a foster care notice. The pianist who adopted him was like an out-of-tune nocturne: alone pulling a pair of twins, so sentimental that he could write a eulogy for a fallen leaf, but in the blink of an eye he would overturn the entire table of music because the coffee was too hot. The pair of brats were raised like two wild cats with wild hair. They were irritable and irritable, even handing them milk with a provocative look in their eyes. Hu Xiaoran counted the days until she grew up. On the day she reached adulthood, she grabbed her passport and fled to a foreign country. The euphemistic name was "looking for relatives", but in fact, she completely blocked that depressing house from the map of life.
Until the funeral invitation hits the mailbox like a ghost dart. The pianist died, and the ink stains on the obituary sent by the twins were strangely sweet. When he stood in front of the tombstone in a black suit, the two brothers who had grown into handsome young men suddenly walked out of the shadows, their smiles colder than the people in the coffin: "Who told you to never go home? You also pretend to be dead and don't reply to emails." The brother shook his phone, "Look, how effective this funeral is -"
"We can finally be together forever." The younger brother reached out to touch his face, his tone as intimate as a lover's whisper.
Hu Xiaoran stared at their overly bright eyes, and suddenly felt that what she had been hiding from for the past ten years was not trouble, but two lunatics. He sighed slowly, took out the revolver that had been hidden from everyone for many years from the inner pocket of his windbreaker, and pressed the muzzle of the gun accurately against his brother's lower abdomen. The coolness of the metal made the other person's smile freeze instantly.
"Rather than confessing, I think this guy knows how to reason better." He tapped the trigger, "Now, I'll give you three seconds to explain the real cause of the pianist's death."
Not far away from the cemetery entrance, Rem was cursing at the locator. As an undercover agent deployed by the Special Investigation Bureau at Scotland Yard, his new partner's information reads "British Chinese, steady personality". But when he pushed aside the bushes, what he saw was an unforgettable scene: his "honest and simple" partner was stepping on the edge of the coffin with one foot, pointing a gun at the vital points of the two men, and snapping his fingers like teasing a disobedient hound.
"Singing "The Sutra of Confession" starts with 'Please have mercy on me.'" Hu Xiaoran's leather shoes ran over the base of the tombstone, "If I say a little off-key, I will let you know the physical meaning of 'Ji Fei Dan Beat'."
Rem: "..." Is it still too late for him to apply to change partners? This is not stable at all, this is clearly an ancestor who landed directly from the lunatic asylum.
Purpose: Do you like Brother Xiao's fatal blow?