I want to be a good person

After cleaning himself up, drying himself with a towel and changing into a black leather uniform, Zhang Aiguo searched for the gun oil bottle.

The two gun oil bottles were still full, and the lids were sealed very well, taking some effort to unscrew them.

Then I looked for a towel and tore off a few pieces of linen from the bed sheet. I pulled it and shook it. It didn't shed any lint, so it was pretty good.

Remove the cleaning rod, take out the copper brush, bristle brush and gun cleaning cloth from the accessories, and put away a few pieces of cloth.

Remove the bolt, put down the Mannlicher magazine, and wipe the surface of the gun and its accessories clean one by one with dry linen. The gun should not have been fired for a long time and is just a showpiece.

Wrap the cleaning rod with a clean cloth, insert it from the muzzle of the gun, press the cloth tightly against the barrel, and start wiping in circles. Use a brush to clean the inner chamber and the barrel, wipe it back and forth twice with a cloth soaked in gun oil, and finally wipe it clean with a clean cotton cloth. Install the bolt, load the empty gun and pull the trigger to fire. There is a crisp "click" sound, and the skill is not dropped. Although his hands have been through countless tests, he is still very experienced in cleaning guns.

By the time both guns were completely cleaned, it was already dark, so all the supplies were put away for next use.

After washing their hands, they looked around the house, put away the coal stove chimney and the thermos, soaked half a sesame cake in hot water and ate it. When they were free, their hands, feet and ears were itchy. The two men didn't know how to get some facial oil or glycerin to moisturize the frostbite.

The only sound left from the commotion was the howling of the wind, and the servants went to sleep.

With a pocket watch in hand, the time has come to 8:30. It is estimated that the host has not gone to bed yet and the entertainment activities are going on.

The cotton shoes are wrapped with cotton cloth to reduce the noise.

His face was covered with a black cloth and the black uniform was cut off with scissors.

I first slipped into the kitchen, used a flashlight to put away the food, including pork, beef, mutton, chicken, fish, eggs, flour, millet, rice, a few cans of lard, soybean oil, and salt.

I was so hungry that I simply put away all the things in the kitchen. They could be used anyway. Except for the stove made of blue bricks and the bellows and large water tank, nothing was left.

The original body's memory still has some influence. He is afraid of being poor, so he thinks everything is good.

The servants lived in the several utility rooms at the side. It was dark, so Zhang Aiguo did not go there. Instead, he tiptoed towards the main house.

There were five plain brick and wood houses, with stone foundations and single-eaved hip roofs covered with grey tiles. The yard was not small, and a car was parked under the carport. The initial observation was effective, as the small oil barrel disappeared when passing by the carport.

I tried the door with my hand. It was not only bolted but also propped up with a stick. I touched the window and there was a faint light inside.

There was a playful conversation between a man and a woman, mixed with painful groans. Damn, that's the tune.

The window was inlaid with diamond-shaped embossed glass and the curtains were drawn, so one couldn't see what was going on inside. Zhang Aiguo felt itchy after hearing this.

"What to do?"

The door is difficult to open.

But after a short while, the noise died down, leaving only the sound of conversation.

I arrived too late, so I don’t know if the time was too short, and I couldn’t tell which round of the fight was going on.

Urgent...

Knock on the door? Force?

Falsely reporting to the police?

Zhang Aiguo's heart was in turmoil, sometimes his heart was lifted, sometimes he was depressed.

Life is about daring to fight. If there are conditions, you must go for it. If there are no conditions, you must create them and go for it.

Having made up his mind, he took out his gun and took a few steps back. The sound of hurried running was heard.

He ran to the door calmly and called out in a low voice, "Director, there is a major case, the county magistrate wants to see you."

"bang bang bang"

I knocked on the door three times, neither loud nor soft.

The laughter inside stopped.

"disappointment"

A lazy voice said.

"Damn it, what time is it? Why are you interrupting my good time?"

"Baby, be good, don't be upset, I'll be back soon, no need to get dressed, just lie down and wait for me, I'll come back and continue fighting."

"Come on"

Another voice full of desire.

"Damn it, you ruined my mood. I'm going to whip you a few times to vent my anger, you bastard."

……

He walked towards the door, cursing and making tapping sounds in his slippers.

"bang"

A push bar was removed and dropped to the ground, and then the bolt clicked sideways and the two doors creaked open.

Foul language comes randomly.

"Fuck you, you're here to announce a death. Why are you doing so much nonsense in this cold weather? You're also an idiot. Just say you can't find me."

"Why are you so stupid, you blockhead?"

While they were quarreling, the lights in the servant's room were off. The master was angry and in a bad mood. No one wanted to get into trouble, and the last person who stepped forward was shot.

He hadn't spit out all the dirty stuff in his mouth, so he couldn't see clearly from the bright light. When he calmed down, he saw that the person was lowering his head, which made him even more annoyed.

"You fucking..."

The other party raised the gun horizontally, pointed it at himself, and with a "bang", the bullet was loaded into the chamber.

"Brother"

"Miss you"

"Vegetarian God Ga"

His accent was revealed just now and he answered too quickly, so he quickly said something in bird language that was not bird language. Zhang Aiguo signaled with the muzzle of his gun to step back and go back to the house.

Only then did the director realize that the other person's face was covered with a black cloth.

"Oh no, the enemy is here"

The person lying inside was still shouting: "Hurry up!"

"Come back quickly"

The director was wearing a fur coat, and the wind blowing from outside made him feel cold, and there were water stains in his crotch, which was wet.

"ah"

"ah"

The woman's voice was shrill and trembling, and her face was pale with fear.

"Shout a few times and shut up."

The director was very annoyed. If he got provoked, he might just shoot. That would be the end of him. He had to fight for it.

Zhang Aiguo leaned sideways, motioning for the other party to close the door, and watched as the bolt was reinserted and the push bar was put in place.

"Yours, dear, yours, take it out, quickly"

"Madam, Madam, my heart goes to you, our friend, and the work of a friend."

When the director heard this, he immediately perked up, lowered his head and bent over, and I don’t know how his big belly deflated.

When Zhang Aiguo entered the room, he caught a glimpse of the belt and the pistol on it out of the corner of his eye.

"Yours, give it to me, quickly"

The Japanese Concordia language entered the interior of China in 1931. Zhang Aiguo learned it from watching TV when he was a child in his previous life, and would even act it out when playing games.

"Yes, Madam, our friend, I have a letter, and I am looking forward to the arrival of the locust army."

"Fuck your mother"

Zhang Aiguo felt a nameless rage rising in his heart, but fortunately he remained rational.

"Yoshi"

Zhang Aiguo suppressed his anger, took the belt, pulled out his pistol, and took a quick look. The logo was a pony, and the first row of letters were COLT, M1903, a Horse brand pistol, 7.65mm bullet, capacity of 8 rounds, and a bit like the appearance of the Type pistol.

Turn on the safety and pull the slide to load the gun.

The director was staring in amazement as the rifle in Zhang Aiguo's hand flew away, not knowing where it went.