"……"In the white ward, the man lying on the bed opened his eyes, revealing a pair of deep bck eyes. His dry bck hair was scattered on the pillow, his face was visibly weak and haggard, this was a dying man. The tattered bck windbreaker and the broken white mask were hanging beside the bed, and a diagnosis sheet was quietly pced on the bedside table oher side:

  No. 13: This individual suffers from hemolytiemia and severe otion, the cause is unknown...

  There are 13 internal aernal injuries, which have not yet healed, 46 hidden injuries, and 17 suspected points of disease... The cardiopulmonary fun is abnormally weak, it is specuted that it is due to the great ption of vitality due to excessive training, the abuse of potential-stimuting drugs, and the trauma and sequee during the mission...

  It is estimated that his physiological activities will st less than 4 days and ot be treated...

  Reendation: Elimination

  ……

  Reje: This individual has made great tributions and should fulfill his final duty to allow him to die in a dignified manner, perform euthanasia, and avoid suffering from illness.

  The man did not move, his eyes were calm and clear like water, and they were bright and eic, which did not match his thin fad pale plexion. They were more like the eyes that would appear on a child's face.

  He carefully felt the gradually slowiing of his heart and the stagnation of blood in his veins.

  ""Is this... the feeling of death?" the man murmured.

  Death, for him, who was taken in and traio be a killer since childhood and walked on the bloody sea for many years, has always been a very close and on thing.

  Born with a weak body, he icked up on a rainy night and barely survived uhe care of the anization.

  Until he was 7 years old, in the cruel"killer sele" of the anization, relying on his body's survival instinct, he came out of the sele field alive in the hell-like sele as the st and thirteenth pce, being a killer reserve and was named"No. 13" at the time.

  No. 13 has no talent fhting, but he obeys orders and trains very hard. He pletes the instructor's training twice as much with a body that is much weaker than his peers, even if it makes his body more dipidated.

  At the same time, because of his i defects in personality aions, and his indiffereo the outside world, his attention be pletely undisturbed, and his ability to absorb and accept is extremely strong.

  After having the ability to learn and make subjective judgments, he stantly absorbs and masters the skills of stealth, assassination, fighting, cold and hot ons, until no one touch his back.

  In the end, he stood out in the ranking of the killer sequence of the dark side of a at that time and became the number one killer, a firmly ohrone, and within seven years after he won the first pce, he looked down upon everyoh a 100% mission pletion rate, and no one could shake his position.

  At the same time, he was also called"Strange Face" because of the strange smile mask he ook off, his elusive assassinatiohods and his silent behavior.

  Silently recalling his short 17 years of life, No. 13 stared at the white ceiling calmly.

  The terrified aful faces of the mission targets before their death, and the unwillingness or relief of his panions before their death fshed through his mind one by one.

  As a killer who obeyed orders, he could not feel aions or thoughts about the deaths of these dead people.

  No. 13 calmly thought about the details of every mission in the past, feeling the blood gradually stagnate. His limbs were numb, but he had no fear of death.

  Years of endless killing had made him tired. He was fused about the future due to ck of desire. His body fun did not support him to tinue, and sleepiness kept hitting his brain.

  He was tired.

  trate your sciousness, meditate silently, aer the"inner perspective".

  This may be his only talent. The strong sciousness beyond on sense help him ehe two perspectives of"inner vision" and"insight" at his subjective will. The first perspective allows him to observe the situation and injuries inside his body.

  This is an ability that is beyond on sense, but in the eyes of No. 13 who cks unication, it is normal.

  "It looks like my body is even worse than the doctor diagnosed, and my body funs o longer support me to wait for euthanasia. He thought.

  "Welih is such a wonderful experience. Is this how those people I killed felt before they died?"

  He has been trained since he could remember, and he has missed too much, too many experiehat ordinary people should have. Also because of some defects of his own, No. 13 does not have rich emotions.

  He is like a ae, stantly repeating the orders from his superiors and the instrus of the mission.

  After all, the only meaning of his life is to plete the mission.

  While other killers rex, eain and socialize with others, he closes his heart aes himself to tless training, which is also the basis for his great achievements.

  However, the otion and the result of losing the ability to unicate with the surrounding enviro gradually shattered and swallowed up his already inplete heart.

  He did not know the reason for this.

  Arrived alone a alone.

  Now, he died alone in the pale and cold ward.

  People who ck family affe, friendship and love will eventually bee zombies in the world, slowly rot, turn into dust and dissipate in this world, leaving no trader the erosion of time.

  From ing from nothingness aurning to nothingness, the process will be erased and the memory of the journey will no longer exist.

  At least for No. 13, he thinks so.

  In this way, death is not so irresistible, and for No. 13, a killer who has no worries about life, embrag death is also a good choice. Does he have regrets? Maybe.

  But the double burden of physical aal burden makes him overwhelmed, and the eraining and taking on tasks make his already dying physical dition worse.

  Tired, and want tain, the spirit that has never rexed in just 17 years finally rexes at this moment.

  When people are idle, they will think about random things aer a philosophical state. Obviously, No. 13 is no exception.

  He began to think about things he had seen and envied befrowing up healthy, living a peaceful life, marrying a wife and having children, and enjoying his old age.

  An ordinary life of an ordinary person, perhaps this is the only desire in his heart, right?

  "Death might be like breaking out of a co?"He thought about things he had hought about before.

  "Is dissolve into cell fluid in cos and then restruto butterflies. they be sidered two individuals? Just like human reination?"

  After systematically learning a series of knowledge reted to survival and tasks, he learhis knowledge.

  Obviously, No. 13 believes that people have an afterlife and that after death, the memory of living things will be cleared and reinated into the reination.

  "What will happen to me in my life? I hope I live a peaceful and ordinary life."For the first time in history, I could hear emotion in No. 13's voice, which was envy... and expectation. For the first time, he had normal thoughts in his heart.

  For the first time, the man wao see the bright sunshiside the window, just as bright as the hope he thought of iure. Unfortunately, he found that he could no lourn his neck.

  He tried to open his eyes, his eyes were as clear as ever, even though he could only see the white ceiling now. He suddenly thought of a target on his previous task list.

  It was an old man, who was on the rich list - No. 13 was not sure - and was also going to die of illness.

  The son who had not returned for many years and did not know the situation thought that the old man could live for a long time, and he had to wait for an unknown period of time before he could get the property, so he hired No. 13 to create some"small acts".

  The old man had many years of experience, so how could he not know what No. 13, the famous killer, was doing, but he was not panicked. He coughed and asked him to sit down and chat with his dying old man.

  No. 13 also judged that he didn't o do anything himself, the old man would die soon, and there was o waste his limited physical strength.

  But out of professional principles, he still had to withe target's death with his own eyes, so he agreed. In order to prevent the old man from killing him, he sat down cautiously, which made the old man ugh and cry. He coughed a few times and almost died early.

  He didn't speak a word the whole time, just listened silently. The old man was lonely.

  He had a lot of property but lived alone in ay house. His children were eyeing his ia never came back to visit him.

  Now that someone was willing to sit by his side, even if it was just to listen, or even to kill him, the old man didn't feel any fear or disgust. Instead, he smiled and chatted like a chatterbox, just like a youngster. When a person is about to die, his words must be good.

  After talking for an unknown amount of time, the old man looked at the bright sunshine and the beautiful world outside the window with a fiery aant look for the st time, and said softly to No. 13:"Death is like this. It's more like the beginning of a greater adventure. I just got there first... That's all."

  The old man's eyes dimmed, and he slowly closed his eyes, with the ers of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was sleeping peacefully.

  I inally thought that this old man was just a ray of the tless dead souls in my memory, but I didn't expect that I could still remember this sentence clearly.

  Perhaps he subsciously grasped some hope, he himself didn't know

  ""Great adventure...huh?" The man murmured with a dazed look.

  The light of life flickered in his clear eyes and then dimmed. He took a st look at the white ceiling.

  The ward returo silence. In this world, aionally fwed soul disappeared.