Looking At the Dagger I Just Smiled Chapter 1

"It's really pitiful. I have advanced gastric cancer and I don't even have a caregiver around me."

"But he's so handsome that even movie stars can't compare to him..."

"Hee hee, is your hair springing up, little girl?"

"Hahaha......"

The laughter of the rounding nurse gradually faded away, and the ward fell into dead silence again.

Theo Chu closed her eyes tightly and lay quietly on the bed, as if she was dead.

Most of his face was covered by an oxygen mask, his cheeks had become so thin and sunken, and his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, but the shadow of his clear and handsome face could still be seen between his eyebrows.

Just passing the time.

The doctor had long predicted that he would not survive more than three months, but he had been living on his last breath for half a year, and now he was almost at the end of his life. Maybe the deadline will come tonight, or tomorrow night we will embark on a journey to another world? The god of death had already raised his sickle against him and was staring at him with eager eyes.

However, this tone is still hanging on, who are you waiting for?

Could it be that subconsciously, is there anyone who hasn't had time to say goodbye?

Theo Chu opened her eyes slightly, her beautiful eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and she looked quietly at the sky outside the window.

The rainy season is approaching, and the sky is filled with thick black clouds, hazy and humid.

The ward round nurse left along the corridor talking and laughing. Suddenly there was a commotion on the stairs, and several men in camouflage uniforms rushed up the stairs and rushed straight towards the ward.

The nurses all exclaimed, and several doctors tried in vain to stop him but failed. The very tall man in the lead with an extremely scary face pushed the vice president away and asked coldly: "Where is Ward 538?"

The deputy dean said tremblingly: "Which unit do you belong to?"

The man sneered and didn't answer at all.

The vice-president was panicking when a doctor rushed over and whispered a few words. He immediately shivered and his eyes changed when he looked at the man: "Han, Second Young Master Han? Really, really, we didn't receive the call either." The call from the superior, at this moment... No. 538 is here! I will take you there!" He said with a wink and asked the doctor to leave with the nurse.

All the irrelevant people in the corridor were cleared in an instant. Family members of several wards heard the noise and poked their heads out. Seeing that this was a sign of bad intentions, they immediately wisely retracted their heads and closed the door tightly. The vice-president led the second young master Han to a closed door of the ward with a smile: "It's right here."

Second Young Master Han stared at the door panel, unable to tell the expression on his face. After several seconds, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked, "Bang!" with a loud noise.

The door panel hit the wall and bounced back. The man kicked it open, and then Shi Shiran walked into the ward.

The sound of the door kicking could wake even a dead person. On the hospital bed, Theo Chu slowly turned her head and stared at the man motionlessly. After a while, a meaningless smile appeared: "...Long time no see, Kieran Han."

He was so weak that he was almost out of shape, but his voice was exactly the same as in his memory, without changing at all.

Kieran Han stood in front of the hospital bed, staring at him condescendingly. His gaze was extremely piercing, as if he wanted to burn all of his embarrassed appearance into his mind.

"...Theo Chu, you also have today."

This sentence was forced out of Kieran Han's teeth word by word. Only he knew that when he said this sentence, he spent all his efforts and all his strength.

Theo Chu looked away lightly, "Everyone is going to die, I just took one step ahead of you."

"Everyone is going to die," Kieran Han repeated in a low voice and sneered: "Yes, that's why I came here to give you a ride. ------Where's the knife?"

A subordinate behind him lowered his head and handed over a twenty-centimetre-long saber with both hands.

Kieran Han took the knife and threw it in front of Theo Chu: "Look, I brought your most beloved knife here. Am I treating you badly?"

Theo Chu stared at the knife quietly for a long time, her eyes as gentle as a girl looking at her first lover. This knife is very different from an ordinary bayonet. There is no hand guard on the handle, but it is covered with extremely rough particles to increase friction. There are no leather buckles or locks on the scabbard. Just slide it lightly and it will be ready in an instant. Can pull the knife out.

Theo Chu held the scabbard with one hand and the handle with the other, using almost all his strength, even his knuckles turned blue-white. It was only when he held the handle of the knife to the point where his palms ached that he slowly pulled the knife out of its sheath. In an instant, a dazzling snow light lit up in the dark ward.

The blade is slightly longer than the dagger, about 17 or 18 centimeters, and the blade is thicker, about half a centimeter at its thickest point. The tip of the knife has a very large arc. This is so that in rapid combat, the sword can be slashed as soon as the sword is drawn. The arc is along the direction of the arm, so the cutting range is expanded to the extreme.

If you are an expert, you will immediately recognize that this is a combat-specific knife forged by master swordsmith Paul Chen for the top U.S. special forces SEALs. There are less than two hundred in the world, and only a handful of them are among the people. Because of its powerful and excellent assassination capabilities, it has even been given the honorific title of "Knife to Kill" by the weapons industry.

Because this knife was so sinister, its mold was destroyed immediately after it was cast, and no new ones have been produced since. There are only a hundred or so "certain killing knives", which can be called priceless and peerless sabers.

Kieran Han had seen the sharpness of this knife. It could penetrate a half-inch-thick solid wood board with just one stab. With a flick of the blade on the paper, it could easily cut through dozens of pieces of paper. When Theo Chu was killing someone, he just drew his knife and slashed his face, completely breaking an adult man's cervical vertebrae in an instant. The remaining force of the knife was enough to penetrate the other man's chest, cut off two ribs, and then cut off the spine. One knife stands out!

The ruthlessness of that blade, the stunning and brilliant appearance of that blade shocked everyone as if they had seen a ghost in the daytime.

"Theo Chu, look, the way of death with a single shot in broad daylight on the execution ground is really not suitable for you. At least we have had a good life for a few years. Whether it is true or false, there is always a love. So, I will kill myself today. Well, what do you think?"

Theo Chu smiled slightly, supported the hospital bed with one hand, and sat up with great effort and slowly, "It's rare that you have to be a good person, how can I not appreciate your kindness."

He took a deep breath and leaned on the bed. He was extremely thin, his face was so pale that it made people palpitate, and there was not even a trace of blood on his lips. Her hair seemed to be longer, with the ends covering the tips of her ears, and a few strands of bangs touching her eyebrows. Only her eyes were still as cold and bright as in her memory.

Kieran Han looked at this person coldly. He originally thought that there was only hatred left in his heart, and he just wanted to tear this man's flesh and blood apart from his bones, chew it up bit by bit, and swallow it. Unexpectedly, seeing Theo Chu dying with his own eyes made him feel the pain of tearing out his bones and wishing he could die with his own eyes.

"Kieran Han," Theo Chu asked with a smile, "I'm going to die. You should be happy. Why do you look like you're about to cry?"

Kieran Han closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of sarcasm: "Many people should be happy when you die. How can anyone shed a tear for you?"

"...That's true." Theo Chu sighed and nodded, "I don't want you to shed a tear and ruin my reincarnation."

Kieran Han clenched his fists instantly, and the veins on the back of his hands popped out, which was extremely scary.

Theo Chu gently stroked the blade of the blade, very gently, as if saying goodbye to an old friend. There was a slight heat on his hand, which caused a thin white mist to appear on the blade, and then it dissipated in an instant.

"Kieran Han, do you still remember what you asked me when I left?"

Kieran Han stood there in silence for a long time before nodding and saying: "Yes, I ask you, after you have committed so many crimes in your life, have you ever loved anyone."

Theo Chu slowly raised his hand, pointed the tip of the knife at his heart, raised his head and smiled at Kieran Han: "Now I can tell you the answer. My answer is------No, no. I Theo Chu Ci has lived for more than twenty years and has never fallen in love with anyone. "

Kieran Han seemed to stand there completely frozen for a moment, staring at Theo Chu, neither speaking nor moving, showing no reaction at all.

The smile on Theo Chu's face seemed to deepen, as if there was an inexplicable apology. At this moment, he took a slight breath and stabbed the knife into his heart ------ with a squeaking sound.

Blood splashed in mid-air, and that moment seemed to be extended infinitely. The blood-red color in the eyes is so bright, it seems to be burning with bone-deep heat, which can burn people's eyes.

It hurts so much that it makes me want to cry.

...However, not even a single tear could be shed.