Li Heng waved his hand and continued: "You just need to remember what this gun represents. You must not have a playful mentality in the future, you know?"
"I understand, brother Erheng."
"Since we are tired today, let's go back. When we get back, I will teach you how to disassemble and assemble it, and how to maintain it."
Li Heng picked up the gun on the table and put an empty magazine into the shoulder bag that the little girl was carrying when she arrived, and then helped her put the bag on her shoulder.
"Is it so troublesome?"
"Then what do you think? If you don't take good care of it, what will happen if it gets stuck at a critical moment? Let's go, girl." As he said this, he rubbed Fang Xiaoya's cut head.
I've wanted to do this for a long time, and I took the opportunity today. Well, it's quite smooth, quite comfortable to the touch, and feels great in the hand.
"It's annoying, my hair is all messed up." The little girl shook her head, then raised her hand to straighten it out herself.
The reaction was quite normal, not angry, and it looks like I can touch it more often in the future, which is good! Li Heng gave himself a silent thumbs up in his heart.
When you come out of the shooting range gate, the bicycles are placed on the roadside at the door.
This shooting range was built by the city bureau. All their personnel can enter with their work certificates. Staff from security departments from other units often come over, so they need to open a note from the bureau.
Fang Xiaoya just brought Li Heng in and there was a note from their section chief.
He unlocked the car, raised his long legs and stepped over: "Girl, what are you thinking about? Get in the car."
"Brother Erheng, have you seen the man sitting in the guard room of the shooting range?"
"I didn't pay attention, what happened?"
"That man looks particularly like one of the portraits you gave me."
"What did you say?"
"No problem, I'm absolutely right. I still have the portrait with me. Look..."
"Don't take it out. Let's get in the car first. This is not the place to talk."
"Oh, alright."
Upon hearing this, the little girl quickly grabbed his clothes, jumped up and sat on the back seat of the bicycle.
After riding forward for several hundred meters and turning a corner, Li Heng stopped and turned his head to look at Fang Xiaoya behind him.
"Did you read that correctly?"
"Probably not. There are two people in the guard room. That person has been sitting on the bed in the back. He was there when we entered just now. I didn't pay attention at the time. When I came out, didn't I go over and sign the name? The one in front
When I was flipping through the book, I glanced at it and thought it looked familiar, but I didn't care. After I came out, I felt something was wrong, especially the person in the portrait."
As she spoke, she took out the portrait from her bag.
"Brother Erheng, look, this is the person."
It's the man with the strange scar on his arm that Lao Zheng mentioned.
If Fang Xiaoya saw it right, then this person was not dead. The corpse that Lao Meng saw at that time was deliberately made by them, probably to confuse their own people and prevent anyone from being caught and confessed to them.
But why do this? They have not been afraid for so many years, why are they worried about being confessed now?
It seemed that he knew someone he knew had been discovered, so he came up with this trick in order to hide himself.
"Girl, are you sure you read it correctly?"
"Brother Er Heng is unmistakable. It must be him. His face shape has not changed at all, but his hair is a little shorter and he has a beard."
"Huh~ let's go back first. Just act like you don't know anything. Don't ask anyone to inquire or come over to see you."
"I know Brother Erheng, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet. I'll think about it slowly. But now that I know he's here, there's no need to worry about anything else."
Li Heng got on his bicycle again and walked forward.
This guy actually knows how to hide himself and works as a guard at the Public Security Bureau's shooting range. What a great place.
Who would have thought that there is such a person hiding here.
And Song Qimin and the others don't seem to have grasped this person yet. The photo they showed him yesterday was of another one.
"Girl, you must remember what I said and never investigate secretly."
"Oh, why are you nagging like my dad? I'll remember it!" Fang Xiaoya, who was sitting behind, raised her hand and slapped him on the back.
As a result, I didn’t know whether it hurt or not, and my hand still hurt from the slap.
"Why does it look like a slate?" She poked it with a finger out of curiosity.
"What are you doing?"
"I see why your back is so hard. Don't you have any meat? It's all bones."
"What bones? These are all muscles."
"What is muscle? The one we eat?"
Li Heng was told by this girl that there were black lines all over his forehead.
"Why do you still want to eat people? Chicken, why don't you eat pork?"
"Isn't this the chicken you were talking about?"
"Is that the same character? The character I'm talking about is the month of the moon on the left, and the number of the geometry on the right."
"Oh, then I understand, but what do you mean by this muscle?"
Okay, I am free now, so why bring this up? I have to educate her now.
But he doesn't understand how to explain this thing. He only knows about abdominal muscles, chest muscles and the like.
Specifically why it is called this, and how many in the whole body, he has access to nine out of ten orifices.
But even though it’s not clear to explain, you can let her experience it with real objects.
Thinking of this, Li Heng turned around and looked around. He was still in the suburbs and there were almost no people on the road. He held the front of the car with his left hand, reached behind with his right hand, took Fang Xiaoya's hand and put it on his abdomen.
"What are you doing?"
"Let you feel the muscles, don't panic."
"Huh? Why are you doing this in pieces?"
Well, I touched it.
But why is it different from mine?
Fang Xiaoya touched the front with her right hand, of course through her clothes, and then quietly touched her own with her left hand, which was a soft ball.
"Okay, don't touch it. These are called abdominal muscles. They can only be gained through exercise. If you don't exercise, they should be just one piece."
He quickly asked the little girl to take her hands away. She was so addicted to touching her that she couldn't stop anymore.
"Hey, this is interesting, what other muscles are there?"
"That's a lot, I can't even name them."
"Can you teach me how to exercise?"
"Why are you practicing this? It's uncomfortable to touch all the bumps and bumps all over your body. Women should be soft and soft when touched..."
Damn it, you're just talking nonsense.
The little girl's face in the back was as red as a monkey's butt.
"Ahaha, haha, girl, how did you get into the Public Security Bureau?"
This topic was changed very abruptly, but who let this guy talk nonsense?
"I didn't go to college after graduating from high school. The police happened to be recruiting workers that year, so I signed up."
"Don't you like dealing with the opposite sex? Why do you still want to join this unit?"
"I also want to train myself. It's not a problem if I don't deal with others all the time."