Movie Variety Show: Starting from a New World

The third person lived in a small courtyard with a private entrance. The head of the courtyard used to be a very famous executioner in the Qing Dynasty. Later, because such punishments were no longer used, he had no use for his skills.

When Zhao Cheng brought Xu Tian to the last address provided by Xiao Erduo, the gate of the yard was locked. It seemed that the people at home had gone out.

"What should we do? Wait here or go back first?" Zhao Cheng asked Xu Tian.

"Of course I'm waiting. What if he runs away like the first Liu Da Naotou? I'll just wait here!" Xu Tian's eyes were firm. This person was Xu Tian's last hope. If he couldn't find this person, he would have to sort out all the executioners in the city of Beiping.

That project is too big. It's beyond the ability of a small police officer like me from the Baizhifang Police Station to complete. When will I be able to avenge Xiao Duoer?

When Zhao Cheng heard what Xu Tian said, he didn't say anything. Instead, he walked to a place sheltered from the wind nearby, found a step to sit down, and fiddled with the Type 38 rifle that he had been carrying on his back for half a day.

This gun is actually a household name in China, second only to the 98K. After all, the stock of this gun in China is too large. The Chinese army used this gun until the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle was fully replaced.

Although the army no longer used them, they were not destroyed. Instead, they were distributed to militia organizations and security departments of various units!

Zhao Cheng had only heard of them before, but had never used or seen one in person. His first encounter with the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle was at his father's unit, but he was young at the time and had never actually fired one. It wasn't until he started working and participated in militia training that he actually fired a gun, but it was the Type 81 assault rifle.

Zhao Cheng pulled open the bolt of the rifle, checked it, and saw that there was no bullet. He smeared gun oil inside the barrel, then pushed the bolt back up, raised the gun, and fired a blank shot at an empty place.

The gunshots were crisp, and Zhao Cheng became more and more satisfied the more he watched. He put the rifle on his knees, pulled out two box guns from his waist, and examined them carefully.

Xu Tian and Yan San looked at Zhao Cheng and exchanged glances, smiling silently.

"Brother, do you like guns so much?" Yan San asked Zhao Cheng curiously.

"Third brother, you don't understand. Guns are a man's romance! Which man doesn't have a dream of shooting a gun? Can he be a complete man if he can't shoot a gun?" Zhao Cheng asked Yan San with a smile.

"Yan San, don't listen to his nonsense. He just wants to see the novelty of it. He will be tired of it after firing a few shots. He has no chance to go to the battlefield. Having a gun is like holding a fire stick. Look how proud he is." Xu Tian couldn't stand Zhao Cheng's arrogance and said sarcastically.

"Brother Tian, ​​if you have time, please buy me a whole set of Continental oars. They are convenient to carry. I will trade you two box guns! This box gun is too big, and it hurts my waist when I hold it. If you don't have a Continental oar, a whole set of Browning or 1911 will do!" Zhao Cheng said to Xu Tian with a shy face.

"I say you are capable, why do you need that thing? It's good enough to have two box guns for self-defense. I'm still using the Japanese turtle box. And the Continental oars and 1911. I think you are just bored! Damn it, if I had a good gun last time, I would have blown that lampshade directly! This broken Japanese gun jams at the critical moment!" Xu Tian said to Zhao Cheng in a bad mood.

"No, Brother Tian, ​​please help me. I'm your subordinate, but I don't even have a gun when I go out. Isn't this embarrassing for you? What if we encounter some trouble on the street, it will be unsafe without a gun, right?" Zhao Cheng has been coveting the famous gun for a long time. He finally came to this era, so he must find a chance to play with it to his heart's content.

Xu Tian initially disagreed, but Zhao Cheng kept pestering him. Later, forced by Zhao Cheng, Xu Tian had no choice but to agree to let his second brother Tie Lin help solve the problem. After all, corruption was rampant in their Secret Service, and it was too easy to get a few pistols.

While Zhao Cheng and the other two were playing around, a man walked in from the entrance of the alley. The man was wearing a black prison guard uniform and a pair of suede-covered leather shoes.

Yan San interrupted Zhao Cheng and Xu Tian's play and pointed at the person who came.

Xu Tian looked back, his eyes fixed. Because he knew this person!

The visitor also saw Xu Tian turning around.

"Third brother, why are you here?" Seventeen asked Xu Tian.

"Seventeen, why are you here too?" Xu Tian asked curiously.

"Go home! Didn't I just quit my job?" said Seventeen.

"Do you live here?" Xu Tian raised his voice unconsciously.

"Yes, I live here. This is my ancestral home!" Seventeen said to him with a smile as he took out the key to open the door.

When Xu Tian heard what Shiqi said, his eyes immediately became hot! Just as he was about to take action, Zhao Cheng held his shoulders from behind.

Xu Tian looked at Zhao Cheng in confusion. Zhao Cheng shook his head and walked forward.

Actually, when Xu Tian called out Seventeen just now, Zhao Cheng remembered that the Little Red Coat in the TV series was indeed called Seventeen, but the entire show basically didn't reveal Seventeen's true identity. If he hadn't lost control and attacked Tian Dan, and was killed by Tian Dan in return, he could probably have hidden it for a long time!

So when Zhao Cheng saw Xu Tian about to attack, he immediately stopped him. This was because Zhao Cheng knew that Shiqi was a prison guard at the Beijing Prison, and even if Xu Tian suspected Shiqi was the Little Red Coat, he couldn't attack him directly.

You can't just beat him to death! Because if you do that, you won't be able to explain to Jin Hai! So Zhao Cheng wanted to see if he could make Seventeen reveal himself, and following him into the courtyard was obviously the best option. After all, there were too many people on the street.

At this moment, Seventeen had already opened the gate and turned to look at Xu Tian, ​​Zhao Cheng and Yan San.

"Third brother, why haven't I seen the brother next to you before? Is he from your police station?" Seventeen asked curiously.

Xu Tian looked at Seventeen's harmless face and couldn't connect him with the perverted Little Red Coat. Although he suspected that Seventeen was the Little Red Coat, he had no evidence.

Hearing Shiqi's question, Xu Tian casually replied: "This is Brother Zhao Cheng who just arrived at the police station today. Come out with me to see the world." Xu Tian could only suppress his anger and see if Zhao Cheng could handle it.

"Hey, hello, brother Seventeen, I'm Zhao Cheng." Zhao Cheng took out a cigarette and gave it to Seventeen, then struck a match and lit it for him.

Seventeen was a bit flattered. After all, he was just a low-ranking prison guard, a true low-ranking one. Because of Jin Hai, he had to call Tielin and Xu Tian "brother" when he saw them. After all, that was the rule.

It was the first time someone offered to light a cigarette for him.

"Sorry, Brother Cheng, I don't smoke!" Seventeen looked at the Hardman handed over and waved his hand to Zhao Cheng.

When Xu Tian heard what Shiqi said, he thought of the cigarette butts scattered on the ground at the scene where Xiao Duoer was killed. Could it be just a coincidence? Shiqi was not the murderer?