Longmen Memoirs

"..."

Texas closed her eyes, resigned to her fate.

The porridge in the iron box gradually bottomed out, and a sense of warmth and satisfaction settled in her stomach. It felt like she was alive again. It had never been so real. She also never thought that a porridge with a mushy taste would make her feel... This illusion.

Maybe it was just about finally escaping that place, escaping the life she wanted but couldn't escape.

"I bought a lot of wheat from the nearest village. You will have to eat these for the next period of time." The man put down the iron box and said, "It will take at least a week for your injury to regain your ability to move. Of course, that is assuming there are no accidents." , you know the accident I am talking about. The people chasing you behind you may not give up. Considering this, if you are not ready to go back, you can leave Syracuse with me temporarily, because I can't stop here because of you. Too long, rather, the longer we stay, the more dangerous it will be for you and me."

"I……"

"No need to rush to answer. You can think about it for a day. After all, I also need temporary supplies and repairs. Before that, you can tell me your thoughts at any time."

"..."

"But I still suggest you leave. I have heard about the family power in Syracuse. It is not easy for a Ruper like you who has lost his family and is isolated to continue living here." She heard the man say: "Maybe You still have some things you want to settle with your own hands, my suggestion is that it doesn’t have to be now, the prerequisite is to find a way to stay alive first.”

She lowered her gaze slightly, silently looking at the faded nameplate in her hand.

"There's nothing I want to do."

"so……"

"Is Longmen far away?" she suddenly asked.

"Based on the distance of Syracuse, it's quite far. If you want to take a look, I'll be on my way."

"..."

She fell silent again. Ruper liked silence very much. She didn't speak much most of the time and was not used to expressing her opinions and opinions.

She is suspicious and wary of everything around her. The most normal suspicion and wariness. Of course, it is difficult for people to trust a strange man after an accidental encounter.

Chen Mo himself【{

He never told Texas in front of him that their meeting was actually not a coincidence to some extent. He just suddenly remembered an acquaintance and saved a dying Luper.

Snake is a very strange person.

Although he presented himself as ordinary, Texas could still keenly detect this from his words and deeds. Perhaps he never thought of hiding it, but he accidentally revealed this, which gave Texas This feeling.

Syracuse, family, gangs, fighting, rain, blood, interests, these things intertwined in the mind gradually fade away in this dim cabin at night, and even make people mistakenly think that it is just a real but... False nightmare.

The snake lit the candle.

The weak candlelight illuminated this small wooden house, and there was the sound of wind and rain blowing outside the window. The strange man fell asleep leaning on the chair with his legs crossed. He raised the collar of his coat, and Texas could not see it. his face.

Dragon Gate?

Texas looked up at the swaying ceiling.

What kind of life would I have if I went there?

She had no expectations, she was just confused.

She always does.

Chapter 2 Luper and Wolper are both canines

At what point did I start to get a little bored.

Tired of the daily struggle, tired of the noise and the smell of blood around me, tired of this unchanging life, tired of the mission and honor bestowed upon me by my family.

Texas is no more, and I am still clinging to the name, gradually becoming its burial object.

April 6

9:30 A.M.

Perhaps it was inevitable that she would relax after being highly stressed. She rarely allowed herself to wake up until this time.

Texas failed to see the man who called himself Snake in the room.

The candle on the cabinet was burned to the end, and the chair he sat on last night was empty.

She didn't have any trust in that man, including every word he said. In Texas' view, it was stupid to trust someone or something easily.

Even if you think you know him well enough, you still have to be vigilant. This vigilance may very well save your life at some point.

Maybe the door would be kicked open the next moment, and a man in a black coat and top hat would burst in, take out a weapon and shoot at her where she was, Texas suddenly thought.

Or maybe they had surrounded the dilapidated wooden house and were preparing to do just that.

Just when she was secretly laughing at herself for still having time to think about things, the door was pushed open.

There were no thugs in black uniforms as expected, nor their shouts and roars. The only thing that was consistent with the image in Texas' mind was that they were all wearing black coats.

But he was alone.

The man sat down again in the same chair he had sat in yesterday.

He was about to speak, but to his surprise, Texas beat him to it.

"where did you go?"

He was visibly stunned.

"...Miss me?" He half-joked.

The girl had no extra expression, but her eyes fell directly on him, as if waiting for his answer.

"I went to the city. Don't worry, I didn't come back with a group of Syracusan thugs behind me."

"doing what?"

"Are you checking your household registration, Miss Texas?" Snake took off his gloves and put them on the side of the cabinet. He opened the placket of his coat and said, "I went to see that doctor. Regarding you, I have to put some finishing touches on it.”

"You killed him?"

He took something out of his coat, and Texas finally saw it clearly. It was packed medicine and a few new candies.

"I brought you some anti-inflammatory and analgesic pills. You didn't sleep for a long time last night. I woke up in the middle of the night and found that you had a fever again." Texas heard him say and rambled: " I also brought some scale meat and dried milk. Just eating porridge is not enough. If the nutrition cannot keep up, there will be sequelae after the body recovers."

Texas' dry lips moved.

She wanted to say something, maybe no, or thank you, but she couldn't say these words.

She couldn't tell whether the snake came into the city for the former or the latter, maybe both.

"...Why?" She shifted her gaze from the snake's hands to her face.

"why?"

"Why are you helping me like this? What good will it do to you."

"So that's what you're asking." Snake took out a candy. He unwrapped it bit by bit, looked at Texas, and handed the candy over. Texas didn't respond. He withdrew his hand and stuffed the candy into it. into his own mouth.

Texas didn't look away.

"It's not just to help you. That doctor, I also have to prevent him from getting involved with me. So as I said just now, selling those things is just a way. I went to the city mainly to buy some supplies for the road, and I just happened to think of you. .”

Texas felt relieved.

Her intuition told her that it should be more than this, but she preferred to believe it. Compared with the kindness of a stranger who was not related to her, this answer made her feel more at ease and less indebted.

She didn't like the feeling of being indebted to something, no one liked that feeling.

"When did you leave?"

"About six o'clock. It's too late and it's hard to pass the check. Speaking of which, it's the first time I've seen this kind of gangster governance. It's very new." He said, "You had a low fever at the time. I told you, maybe You didn’t hear it.”

"..."

"By the way, do you feel better now?"

"Well, much better."

"But you still have to take medicine." Snake picked up the medicine placed aside and shook it, "Wait for me for a while."

When Texas saw him walking out the door, probably no more killers from Syracuse would come. Texas suddenly thought that he saw the figure of a snake swaying outside the door.

There were a few candies left on the edge of the cabinet that he hadn't taken away.

Sugar?A long time ago, after knowing that she had grown up, Texas stopped being passionate about these things. Apart from sugar, she was no longer passionate about anything. There might be many more, but Texas didn't count them or care about them.

After a while the snake re-entered the room.

Just like yesterday, he helped the girl up, and this time Texas showed no obvious resistance.

She took medicine.

A little bitter, she frowned slightly.

A peeled candy was stuffed into her mouth, and she instinctively wanted to spit it out, but after the sweetness spread, she found herself a little reluctant to let it go.

"That would be better."

she heard the snake say.

Snake's hand lifted some dark blue hair and placed it on her forehead. Texas was very well-behaved, or maybe she didn't think so and didn't realize it.

The snake's hand was a bit big and rough, which reminded Texas of some past memories. He vaguely saw a similar shadow on the man's body, and his sight became clearer. Texas knew that they wouldn't do that, at least. After she grew up, she never had this kind of experience again, and before she grew up, her memory was already very vague.

"It seems the fever is gone, but we still have to be careful."

The snake warned.

Texas didn't answer.

He withdrew his hand.

"Today's lunch is wheat porridge with milk."

"What a strange name that is," Texas said.

"It's here." Snake said with some pride: "The ingredients are very suitable, isn't it? I can't guarantee the craftsmanship, but I'm sure it's edible."

He cooks at a much higher level than he's named after, which is how Texas got it after lunch.

At least it's not to the point where he can only eat it as he said.

Yanguo people are uniquely modest, maybe. There have been several Yanguo restaurants where she lives. I wonder if the chefs there have said the same thing.

"Have you thought about what I said yesterday?"

After lunch, Snake sat on the edge of the bed and asked Texas on the bed.

"Have you checked into the city today?" Texas didn't answer, she asked.

"If you are referring to the assassination of the local family spokesman, I have heard some rumors."

"What do you think?"

"What should I think?"

She was silent for two seconds and said.

"If you are short of money, hand me over and you can get a lot of money in exchange."

"It is indeed possible, but I don't think I can get out of the city alive with this money, except for one...two corpses." Snake said: "Although the Syracuse family kept their promise, they never said, Is this money left to a dead person or a living person?”

"What did you do before?"

"This topic has changed a bit. Why do you ask so suddenly?"

"If you want me to leave with you, at least I have to know who you are." Texas said: "You are not an ordinary person. No ordinary person would be as calm as you when encountering this kind of situation, and would consider cleaning up and leaving Mark of."

"Me, my name might scare you to death." Snake suddenly smiled, his smile faded, he looked at Texas seriously and said, "I once made countless nobles in Sakaz sleepless at night. The Sleeping Butcher also caused a sea of ​​blood in Victoria, and even in the Yan Kingdom, he was very powerful in the Yan Kingdom. I don’t know if you have heard of this term, one person is inferior to ten thousand people.”

There was no change in Texas' indifferent face.

"Don't believe it?" Snake asked.

"I want to believe it."

"Then you don't believe it." He waved his hand: "Actually, I am just a retired mercenary. I have performed some tasks before, but later I changed my profession and became a businessman. I occasionally work part-time in other jobs as long as I give you money."

"that's it?"

"that's it."

She still looked at the snake with suspicion.