The Angels of Death...
For some reason, [Jia] suddenly insisted on being referred to as Archangel of The Angels of Death. Lin wondered, didn't that mean that there was more than one person? Was [Jia] actually two people?
Despite never having met, despite being complete strangers, despite their relationship being nothing more than a desperate client and an assassin, Lin felt subjectively that this sympathetic assassin must be a person with a story, cultivation, and intrigue. If not for the barrier between an employer and an assassin, perhaps they could have been friends. His deep and concise messages and his magnetic, wise voice gave her a sense of reliability and trustworthiness. She could tell from his voice that he was around her age, at most two or three years older. In Lin's original imagination, assassins were typically seen as cold-hearted, cunning, and elusive individuals driven by money. However, Archangel, the young assassin willing to kill for a thousand yuan from a poor student, didn't fit this image. Instead, Lin imagined this self-proclaimed Archangel as a cool-looking young man with a sharp face and an aura that made him unapproachable... and deadly. The image of a real man...
Driven almost as if by fate, Lin felt an urge to meet Archangel. His mystery, strength, and indifference were all endlessly tempting to her... Yet, she also knew that she and Archangel would never be friends, might never meet, or he might be right beside her, and she would never know...
As night fell, the uneasy chirping of crickets filled the back garden. Following Archangel's instructions, Lin hid like a cat in the shadows of trees and bushes, meticulously recording Wen Jun's every move.
Compared to her initial hatred, wishing to dismember Wen Jun immediately, her feelings had gradually cooled down, like a frozen lake.
The colder the water, the easier it is to put someone to death...
Meanwhile, in a distant lecture hall, Mu Zi slowly put down the binoculars in his hand. Turning to Ouyang Liuse beside him, he said, "We can clock out now."
"Do you have a plan?" Ouyang Liuse handed him a bottle of ice water and asked softly.
"Roughly." Mu Zi took the ice water, taking a large gulp. "Unless something unexpected happens, this will be the simplest murder plan I've ever devised."
Ouyang Liuse looked doubtfully at the distant back garden, where both Wen Jun and Lin were now hidden in the shadows of the night. "Didn't you say it's difficult because Wen Jun's activity space is too confined and the school is too crowded?"
"Indeed," Mu Zi smiled, "but thankfully, since you've been by my side, my luck has improved significantly."
Saying this, he cast a meaningful look out the window into the night sky.
A storm was brewing after a long heatwave. In Mu Zi's eyes, a mysterious smile flickered.
This is my first real business deal, and it's still connected to the rain...
It's so hot, hot enough to make one irritable.
Wen Jun walked out from the library with two thick reference books in hand. As soon as he stepped outside, he felt dizzy from the heat.
He wondered why the higher-ups chose this time for exams — it was practically lethal...
The school was organizing staff examinations, and the test dates were imminent, so all the teachers were working overtime. Wen Jun, who became fuzzy-headed in the heat, particularly despised these summer exams. But as an outstanding teacher, he couldn't afford to do poorly...
In short, from today onward, he could only cram after work, meaning no more vibrant nightlife, no more...
Damn, why hasn't the school fixed this road? He mentally cursed, carefully avoiding a fissure on the stone path, eroded by rain and leading to a large drainage cover nearby.
So much rain this year, yet it can't wash away this infernal heat...
Wait, why does it feel like someone is watching me?
Walking along the right side of the library, passing the entrance to the back garden, and crossing a broad stone path led to the dormitory area. Wen Jun, clutching his books, hastened his steps, eager to end his journey through the oppressive heat and take refuge in his air-conditioned single room, perhaps starting with a cold shower... But then, he suddenly felt a chilling sensation. It was as if two venomous arrows were aimed at his spine from a hidden spot, ready to pierce through him at any moment!
A terrifying feeling... this is... the gaze of hatred, a woman's gaze filled with hatred and despair!
As a playboy, Wen Jun had encountered such gazes more than once. In his mind, the girls he toyed with were just fresh toys. He couldn't understand why those foolish girls took things seriously... By now, he had lost count of how many girls he had been involved with. Of course, many refused to be played and pursued him relentlessly, but they all eventually gave up under his cold and firm responses. They had to treat these incidents as mere flings, burying the past deep in their hearts. After all, they were still students, and nothing was more important to them than their chastity and innocence... This was one of Wen Jun's proudest achievements. He was a notorious playboy, yet he had never caused any significant trouble. There were few in the world like him...
But this time, something felt off. This wasn't like the usual girls who would eventually give up after some fuss. The gaze he felt now was filled with too much malice, like the deadly hiss of a cobra...
Wen Jun couldn't help but stop and sharply turn around, his eyes behind his glasses scanning the surroundings.
It was dinner time, and there were few people around, especially near the back garden where insects thrived.
After a brief scan, he saw only one person, a long-haired girl sitting directly opposite him in a small pavilion in the back garden.
No one else was around.
So, the owner of that malicious gaze was most likely this girl.
Wen Jun coughed lightly, straightened up, and took a few steps towards the girl, finally seeing her face clearly.
She must be one of his students. She looked familiar, but he couldn't recall her name.
The girl smiled at him, her smile blurred beautifully in the dim light. She said, "Hello, Teacher Wen."
Wen Jun nodded and replied, "Hello, student... What's your name?"
After a brief silence, the girl smiled and said, "Lin."
Wen Jun adjusted his glasses, his mind racing through names until a vividly sensual image came to mind. He coughed again, unnaturally asking, "Student, what are you doing here?"
"Waiting for someone," Lin answered simply. "I have a friend who's leaving soon. I'm waiting to see him off."
"Oh, I see... I'll be going then." Sending off someone in such a hot and insect-ridden place? Of course, Wen Jun had no interest in delving into these matters. He mumbled a farewell and turned to head towards the dormitory area.
As he left, Lin touched her hair and smiled cruelly.
I'm here to see you off. Even though you can't be considered a friend...