Chapter 41: Killers ranked after a thousand

"No, no ..."
Zhang Yang shook his head again and again. He is just a student. The conflict between students and students is not yet to the point of firing. In fact, Zhang Yang has not killed Lu Fei's psychological preparations. For a student at school, There are some uncontrollable killing intentions, but killing is still a subconscious rejection in my heart.
"Then I can't help it ..."
The old man was slowly lying on the couch, a flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he took a small black spring on the table in his hand and stroked it in the calloused hand, sending out a slight sound.
...
Soon, Zhang Yang was once again immersed in the vast world of text, which was almost an instinct. The first book he read was Sun Tzu's Art of War. To his surprise, this pirated book made him very strange. Feeling, the inexplicable, unclear feeling always entangled his thoughts and soul.
Obviously, it is not the books in the library that make him feel, but the contents of the books that make him feel.
After confirming this feeling, Zhang Yang was mad like a madman who read and exchanged books. Reading and changing books made him more and more shocked. Many ancient written works can make him resonate physically.
What makes Zhang Yang weird is that the feelings of resonance are different. Some books can produce a feeling of irritation, while some books just give his body a little sense.
why?
Things seem to be getting more and more complicated. This is out of the public domain of thinking. In fact, most of the books are not related to martial arts. They are literal works of thought or surname.
Soon, Zhang Yang sorted out a few books that produced strong expectations when reading, and those books that did not respond to reading were placed on the bookshelf.
Throughout the morning, Zhang Yang searched for the secret that made him powerful in the vast text. To his disappointment, he could not control the fighting thoughts in his body. Even after he got behind, the resonance of those books became ethereal. Get up, slowly, the kind of bewildering Yu Yu is getting smaller and smaller ...
"Do you really need to learn from scratch?"
Zhang Yang's thinking was pulled out of the book sea, staring blankly at a bunch of knowledge about martial arts that he hadn't seen yet.
suddenly!
Zhang Yang felt a murderous affair in the air, Zhang Yang could not help but fight a cold war, looked up, saw Lao Li's turbid eyes became sharp, and stared tightly out the door. The whole person is like a sculpture ...
Looking along the eyes of Lao Li, Zhang Yang saw the three people he saw a few days ago. The sturdy young man with a half-mixed look was wearing a pair of jeans, a pair of white sneakers, and a style that looked casual. In silk white shirts, the two bodyguards were still in suits and leather shoes, and they followed the young man with a serious face, and the three entered the alley.
"Who are they?" Zhang Yang couldn't help asking, remembering that when the old man saw the three men last time, he didn't have the sense of murderousness now, and at this time, Zhang Yang began to suspect that the old man would martial arts again. He really couldn't figure out one. Why people who ca n’t martial arts emit that kind of heart-warming pressure and murderous spirit. At the same time, this murderous spirit of Lao Li reminds Zhang Yang of the old virgin in the library. The pressure they generate makes Zhang Yang feel very similar.
"It's okay ..." The old man watched the three disappear into the hutong, and the appalling gaze in his eyes disappeared, replaced by laziness.
"Lao Li, don't you really do martial arts?" Zhang Yang asked impassively.
"No, why do you ask?"
"I think you can sometimes have a scary feeling. Isn't this the martial arts master's characteristic in the book?"
"Fuck, you read a lot of novels, aren't people all masters, do I look like a master?" The old man sat up and screamed in his head with one hand.
"Hey ..." Zhang Yang touched his head and smiled.
"Oh, but your observation is still very good, but I really can't martial arts, I never use a knife to kill people ..."
"Killing ..." Zhang Yang's back was suddenly cold, and the old man said that his eyes were very dull when he killed, but instead gave Zhang Yang a deep sense of fear.
"I kill, use a gun!"
The old man smiled a little, this secret, not many people in the entire city of C, today told this child who has only recently met, and suddenly felt a kind of ease, a kind of ease of venting secrets, the old man himself did not understand why to tell this child, However, his answer was almost subconscious.
"Are you a killer?" Zhang Yang's eyes widened, and a bad old man he saw every day was a legendary killer.
"That's right." The old man touched the spring in his hand, his eyes were very vague, as if reminiscing about the lost years.
"How do you rank in the killer world?"
"Cough ... what's the number? You deserve me too ..." The old man coughed flushed.
"Isn't it said in the book that all the reclusive people like you are masters?" Zhang Yang muttered.
"..." the old man was silent.
"Do you look terrible then?"
"Oh, since you ask, I'll tell you it's done. If it really ranks, it is estimated that I will be ranked in the killer world after one thousand ...
"After a thousand ..." Zhang Yang poked his lips, and the data left him with no interest at all. If a person ranked behind a thousand on a leaderboard, it would be even worse than that.
"Yi Di !? Look down on Li Bo?" The old man smiled indifferently.
"No ..." Zhang Yang waved quickly.
"Oh, then I ask you, how many countries are there on earth?"
"That ... I haven't figured it out. Today's reading, tomorrow's reading, it is estimated that there are more than 200 ..."
"Well, even if there are two hundred, if the total number of killers is one thousand, how many killers are there in each country on average?"
"Five." Zhang Yang was somewhat inexplicable, but still answered honestly.
"Well, five killers, how many cities in the world are bigger than City C?"
"This one……"
Zhang Yang stayed for a while. This is an unanswerable question. There are countless cities in the world that are larger than city C. There is no exact data at all. Just China has 300 cities that are larger than city C. It is simply impossible to calculate.
"Do you still look down on me?" The old man laughed.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang understood the meaning of the old man. Although the old man was just a killer who did not enter the ranks after one thousand, but on a global scale, it was quite powerful. At least, the old man was probably the most powerful one in city C.
"Do you have a gun?" Zhang Yang's eyes glowed. As a good student, Zhang Yang had never seen a real gun in his life. For a normal man, there was almost no disinterest in guns.
"Oh, if a killer doesn't have a gun, it can't be called a killer." The old man laughed. ;