Chapter 1, Returning to the Past

Touch and feel

Gu Jiaming

She spoke and ran out of the ward like the wind. The child on the bed smiled faintly, his gaze fixed on the girl's large backpack

Regardless, Number Seven, this child's bones look quite good. Since we need to find one anyway, rather than letting it die here and go to waste, we might as well take it back directly

This thought caused him a momentary hesitation, and then the gunfire erupted simultaneously. A bullet pierced the center of No. 7's forehead, causing him to fall backward; meanwhile, the child was injured in the right shoulder, blood immediately soaking half of his body. Trembling in the pool of blood, the child surprisingly struggled to get back up.

With a bang, the bullet pierced through the chest of the one numbered 9, and blood splattered out from the back. The recoil of the gun caused the child's hands to jerk backward. The one numbered 7 had reflexively drawn his gun, yet at the moment he aimed at the child, he still felt an overwhelming sense of disbelief.

Please, I beg you, do not kill me, please, I beg you, do not kill me...

Looking around, this was quite an old-fashioned hospital room for him. It was probably nearing evening; from here, the sunset outside was a brilliant red, and all he could see were old buildings. Not far away, on a white wall, there was a small calendar that was torn off daily, the paper still fresh, showing: November 3, 1991.

The keen perception cultivated over the years caused his gaze to first fall upon the gun handle at the other person's waist. That individual bent down, and his hand suddenly shot out, seizing the gun from the other person.

It cannot be this child, who is ambushing us...

It was the same place as before where I was shot, but this time... why does it hurt so much...

The night wind swept in, particularly cold. Looking around, this seemed to be on the street of a rather backward small town. The buildings were exceedingly old-fashioned, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow. He felt the energy in his body gradually depleting. ... With such a fragile body, it was likely that he wouldn't last much longer before succumbing ...

Oh, the clothes you are wearing are quite decent; you don't look like a beggar. How could you have fainted here?

He reached for his waist, where the scar left by a moment of weakness had long since vanished. That was the first time he had killed in his life, and also the first time he had been injured. Now, that scar was no longer there

What does it mean

Four large characters were stitched in red thread above: Red Star Primary School

Many matters are now too overwhelming to sort out. In the distance, the sound of sirens wails incessantly. He instinctively wipes the fingerprints off the pistol, returning it to the hand of the one with the number nine, covering his shoulder and taking a few steps forward. ... Subsequently, the entire world begins to spin ...

A name that is quite conventional. The corners of his mouth curved into a slight smile

What do they mean

In fact, his memories begin from the age of ten. This is because Peirojia started training as an assassin, which typically begins at the age of ten. Prior to this, there are neither impressions nor clues.

The child lying on the ground tightly gripped the handgun with both hands, while the man leaning down instinctively raised his hands. Another man dressed in black instinctively attempted to draw his gun. In that moment, the murderous intent that erupted almost made them believe they had fallen into an ambush. However, the next moment, the two men exchanged surprised glances and shared a puzzled smile.

At this moment, he truly felt it

Then there were three small characters, which seemed to be the girl's name: Ye Lingjing

Oh, Number 9, your first record of losing a firearm is written on this child, haha

Later, he certainly understood that every child summoned by Peirojia would have their previous memories directly erased. Such brainwashing techniques, if undone at the time, might have allowed for the recovery of some memories; however, for him, who was aware of the situation, it had already lost its significance, merely reinforcing his resolve to betray.

In a haze, he recalled his childhood

However, pain is not the greatest issue he faces; the biggest problem is where he is, and...

In the darkness, someone is speaking

The weather is really cold. Huh? There is a child here

Hey, kid, that's not how you hold a gun

What are you doing, Number 9? You wouldn't be a pedophile, would you

Anyway... such sharp reflexes, almost like a beast; he must feel very insecure. We have found a treasure.

That memory, which I have not touched for a long time, has now surfaced clearly at this moment. In the darkness, the girl who is struggling, with her slightly plump little face.

What does it mean

Nevertheless, he finally had his own name, and a faint sense of warmth surged within his heart. Just as he was feeling sentimental, the ward door creaked open. Entering was a little girl with a backpack, her hair styled in two small braids, with a heart-shaped face, quite adorable.

There was not much surprise; he merely frowned slightly and then revealed a faint smile. After a moment, that smile gradually widened. He kept his lips closed, and his entire body began to tremble with laughter.

Okay

Suddenly, he opened his eyes

Now reflecting on the past and the illustrations in the book, I recall that my memories began in November 1991, when he had just started his training at Peirojia. That night, two individuals named No. 7 and No. 9 were likely the ones who sent themselves into Peirojia's assassins. However, in my previous life, I was completely unaware of anything; in this life, my early awakening has changed everything.

Looking at his left hand holding the gun, he murmured. This is clearly a child's hand, and moreover, his height has evidently turned him into a dwarf

Starting from the age of ten, he watched various animals kill each other every day, during which he began to learn the basic knowledge of a killer. He started with a knife, engaging in life-and-death battles with some animals, followed by competition among them. He was never the most outstanding among them, yet he surprisingly survived, which was truly a miracle. Of course, at that time, he may have been destined for a future of betrayal, as his heart had never known peace.

There is a slight difference, but it doesn't matter to take him back. After all, he looks like he is about to starve, so let's carry him.

As the words of No. 7 were not yet finished, a fierce glint flashed in the child's eyes, and the moment the finger released the safety, the gun fired

Truly has become a child

Subconsciously, he reached for his waist, and a sudden pain shot through his right hand. He then extended his left hand and examined it closely.

In an instant, the three individuals were all frozen in place.

Opportunities for freedom

Once again, it is about touching and feeling

Scenes from the past come to mind, recalling what the Fire Phoenix said: "Then you will have the opportunity for freedom"

There was still a bandage wrapped around his shoulder, and a faint pain radiated from it; however, to him at that moment, these were hardly of any concern. He made an effort to open the cabinet beside the hospital bed, trying to find something that could confirm his current identity. Yet, inside, there were only two sets of clothes, a thermos lunch box, and a few pieces of fruit. After some thought, he crawled to the foot of the bed. Indeed, there hung a nameplate. However, inside, there were only two sets of clothes, a thermos lunch box, and a few pieces of fruit. After some thought, he crawled to the foot of the bed. Indeed, there hung a nameplate.

Such small hands

"Ah? Jiaming, you’re awake?" The little girl smiled and rushed to the bedside, placing down her backpack. He instinctively wrapped the blanket around his bare body. Then the girl reached out to touch him, fortunately just lightly brushing the bandage: "Does it still hurt? Are you better? Oh, wait a moment, I’ll go call the nurse over."

Because the child lying on the ground is truly too young, appearing frail, the safety of the gun has not been disengaged, and even reaching for the trigger with his fingers seems somewhat difficult.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes

Freedom, rebirth