: "Orange" is original and adapted from a true story.
January 1, 1996 ××× (name of place) sunny
The late autumn wind was a bit cold. In the smoke of the cigarette, I leaned alone on the railing of the rooftop. Looking at the flood of lights downstairs. Whenever I complete a task or kill someone, I like to smoke a cigarette quietly on this rooftop alone, look at the lights of thousands of houses, and beg the forgiveness of the dead souls in my heart. In fact, I know that I will never and cannot be forgiven by them. Often, the eyes of those dead souls dangle in front of my eyes, making me shudder. I begged their forgiveness just to make my conscience easier. Whether this is selfish or not, I don’t know.
Yes, I am a killer, I have no name, my nickname is "Orange". I still don’t know the name of the organization. Maybe our organization doesn’t have a name at all. I don’t know how many people there are in our organization, and what exactly this organization has done. I only know that I am a killer, and I only take orders from "Sister Hong". Sister Hong is also the person closest to me in this world. Only by leaning on her can my soul get a moment of peace. . .
I don’t have a name, and I don’t remember where my hometown is. My parents are only vaguely quarreling figures in my memory. I don’t remember why I started wandering around. At that time, garbage dumps and corners were my home. I was often bullied. Once I was bullied by three kids who were older than me. When I ignored the corners of my eyes and nostrils, I was bullied. Sister Hong appeared while I was still fighting with them. She drove away the children and took me in. Soon, I was sent to a place hidden in the mountains where there were a dozen children as old as me. What we have to face there every day is rigorous training. Fighting, use of various weapons, shooting, driving skills, poisons and cultural lessons. Although the training was surprisingly harsh and cruel, the moment I got the textbook, I still felt so happy that I wanted to cry. Originally, I thought I would never be able to read in my life. In order to repay Sister Hong for her kindness to me, I train hard every day. The consequence of my hard training was that I often received praise from my coach and hateful looks from my peers, but I didn’t care. I know that everything I do is for Sister Hong. Sister Hong comes back to see us every once in a while. This time is my holiday. Maybe I train hard just for the encouraging hug that Sister Hong gives me.
The first time I killed someone was when I was 14 years old. The other person was a gangster brother. Before taking action, Sister Hong asked me to look at the photo to memorize the other person's appearance and formulate an action plan. That time was a perfect plan. When this local gangster brother was drinking beer happily at the food stall, the May 4th-style pistol I wrapped in my clothes was pointed at his head. I still remember the look of surprise and fear in his eyes. When his blood-spattered head fell to the ground holding his heavy body, I disappeared into the vast darkness. From that moment on, Orange's name began to be known. Sister Hong warmly welcomed me back and held me deeply in her arms. That night, I felt the tenderness of a woman for the first time.
I named the name Orange by myself, because when I was homeless, my only ideal was to have an Orange. When Sister Hong asked us to name it, I said I wanted to be called Orange. Sister Hong said that this was a good name because the pronunciation of "Ju" and "吉" were the same. Yeah? I have no idea. So there was a killer named Orange in the world, and Orange's name began to spread in the world.
When I heard the song "Orange Perfume" for the first time, I fell in love with it crazily. I chased the smell all the way, the world of mortals drowned the pain, drifting, like My loneliness these years. . . . . . I was torn between killing and being killed.
Today, my task was completed by Sister Hong and me. The operation was quite successful at the beginning. When three lifeless bodies fell in the living room, we were ready to evacuate.
At this time, there was a sound from the kitchen. When I picked up a four or five-year-old little girl from the kitchen, the bright sunshine shone down from the window. The little girl's frightened and clear eyes kept swaying in front of my eyes all day long. "Please, let me go, I'm scared." I suddenly hesitated at this moment. This is something I have never experienced before. Even the most dangerous situations have never made me hesitate. Facing her With my eyes, I hesitated. At this time, Sister Hong's voice sounded from behind. "As a killer, you should never have any feelings, even for your own parents." I didn't hesitate anymore. I still remember the sound of the little girl's fragile neck bone breaking.
April 23, 1996, Qing×××× City
I am a killer, a person who specializes in killing people, but today I am also being hunted by a killer people. A week ago, Sister Hong handed me an envelope with the tasks I wanted to complete. Even within the organization, it is impossible for us to know the tasks that others need to complete. Only Sister Hong knows all the tasks of everyone. I put the envelope containing the mission on the table in the base dormitory, told Sister Hong a leave of absence and went out. Ever since I killed the little girl last time, I couldn't get rid of her clear and frightened eyes, and I couldn't forget her desperate look under the sun. From that time on, I began to hate the sun. I would cover myself with big sunglasses when I was in the sun. Sister Hong also knows my situation and has not assigned me any tasks in the past three months. But this time it's different. When Sister Hong handed me the envelope of the mission, she told me that the other party was a powerful figure who ruled the underworld across several cities. He usually had no less than ten bodyguards, and the chance that others could complete this mission was extremely slim. Just let me go. Be careful in your actions. I happily accepted this task. It has been six years since I debuted, and I have never failed in a task. The name Orange is a guarantee of success. I couldn't help but wonder, could completing this task alleviate my sins? After coming out of the base, I went directly to the Great Buddha Temple, knelt in front of the Buddha, and begged the Buddha to forgive my sins. On the way back to the dormitory, I met Shui Tiao head-on. Shui Tiao nodded to me unnaturally and walked over.
I decided to take action today, and I made a plan that I thought was the safest. Tonight the target will be hanging out with his mistress in a house he thinks is secluded, and at this time, all his bodyguards are outside the door. I took this opportunity to attack from the window, shot him and his mistress to death with a pistol with a silencer, then slid down the rope downstairs and drove the motorcycle I had prepared to retreat. I stood on the rooftop of the building, and the sound from the bug that had been installed in the house came through my headphones. "It's none of your business. You can go out first." "Yes, brother." Then there was the sound of closing the door, the sound of men and women making fun of each other, and then the sound of heavy breathing and moaning. I knew the time had come, and quietly slid along the rope from the rooftop to the window. It was dark inside, and the two of them didn't turn on the lights. When I had just reached the balcony and was about to draw my gun and start taking action, suddenly the lights in the house were turned on.