The room was still dark, and Gu Tie sat up like a corpse, staring at the Belarusian-style carved window lattice in the weapons display room with piercing eyes.
"It's four forty. You're not a mercenary or an anti-government organization, why are you so alert?" Barr, who failed to sneak in, slapped his forehead in distress, got out from under the curtains, and threw a bag of things on the Gu iron bed. "
Bulletproof vest, radiation protection suit with life support device and Geiger counter, self-defense pistol, micro fuel cell with European standard interface, communication equipment. Although you are not required to rush to the front line, this is really a deadly job. Be careful
Point, don't be so careless."
Gu Tie saw that Balvendra's handsome Dravidian face was covered with camouflage ointment, and he knew that this anti-government leader with an extraordinary background was suffering from the scene syndrome again. "In China, there is a scene that happens every year."
, a group movement in which tens of millions of people directly participate and indirectly affects hundreds of millions of people is called the college entrance examination." He said with a smirk.
"India also has a twelfth grade graduation exam." Barr looked at him.
"Every time before the college entrance examination, many innocent boys and girls will become nervous, tired, anxious, irritable, unable to eat, unable to sleep, urinating frequently, urgently, with dirty urine, cold hands and feet, and black eyes.
, memory loss, incontinence, this is called 'pre-exam syndrome.'" He laughed loudly and pointed at Barr's face, "Dear comrades, go back and take a nap, the Chinese exam doesn't start until nine o'clock.
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"We'll set off at nine o'clock." Barr pushed open the window with a dark face and climbed out.
"Wait a minute!" Gu Tie got out of bed, ran to the bed and shouted: "Let me ask, is the radiation protection suit bulletproof?"
"No!" Barr's upright figure was pierced into the dark garden like a javelin.
"Should the bulletproof vest be worn inside or outside the radiation protection suit?"
"in!"
"In a radiation environment, if a bullet hits the chest, the person will be fine, but if the biochemical suit leaks, won't the person die in the same way?"
"Then wear it outside!"
"That means that according to the principle that bulletproof vests should never leave the body, we have to wear this bulky radiation-proof thing as underwear after dawn?"
"..."
Bell's figure shook twice and then disappeared speechlessly. Gu Tie laughed wildly in triumph.
Five minutes later, he closed the window and lay back on the bed, but he was no longer sleepy. He tossed and turned like a pancake for a long time, then simply got up and turned on the light, got dressed, put away the camp bed, went to the bathroom on the second floor to brush his teeth and wash his face, and took a nap in the corridor.
After two rounds of boxing, it was only 5:10 when I returned to the house.
He turned around a few times, picked up the well-maintained M1911 pistol from the display rack, and started playing with it.
"Is this a gun?" Gu Tie picked up the Kruger 44AG self-defense pistol issued to him by Barr with his left hand. The large-capacity magazine containing 25 rounds of 8mmBOZ pointed pistol bullets made the self-defense pistol look weird, like a piece of leftover pizza.
Pancake, "Point four or five is the way to go!" He stared at the bright blue color of the M1911, stroked the smooth walnut wood guard with his fingers, and sighed.
Suddenly he wanted to have a conversation with Xiao Liping. At that time, they had only known each other for two or three years. Although they had similar temperaments, they were not close friends. I didn't know what topic to start the conversation with, but Xiao Liping said this: "What better way to pay attention to killing tools?"
Something more stupid?"
then.
At that time, Gu Tie was young and energetic, and liked to play with knives and guns. He was showing off a Type 54 triangular military spur that he had acquired with so much effort. Of course he was not happy when he heard this and glared: "Are you talking humanly?
"
Xiao Liping's eyes under his glasses were unwavering: "It's human language. It's spoken to others, but you can't understand it?"
Gu Tie slapped the table and wanted to fall out, but a friend next to him quickly stopped him and said, "Be reasonable, be reasonable." Upon hearing this, Gu Tie thrust his military thorn into the table and sat down to reason:
"The sword has the beauty of the sword, the gun has the beauty of the gun, you don't understand, I understand; the sword has the history of the knife, the gun has the story of the gun, you don't know, but I know; Guan Yun has the cool saw, Zhang Yide has the eight-foot-long spear,
If it weren't for the three-pointed two-edged sword, who would have remembered that Xuzhou killed Ji Ling and Changbanpo beheaded Yan Ming? It is true that swords and guns are tools for killing people, but when we go out to play, we like to see beautiful women and appreciate a woman's face and face.
Figure, whether she is a lady, whether she is on the stage or not has nothing to do with whether she is beautiful or not. Just wipe your glasses and see clearly, are they not beautiful? Are they not beautiful?"
Gu Tie grabbed the KTV princess next to him and leaned next to Jun Ci, yelling at Xiao Liping.
Xiao Liping really took off his glasses, wiped them, put them on, and shook his head: "The makeup is all gone, it's not beautiful." He signaled the frightened KTV princess to leave. The girl carefully raised Gu Tie's hand and looked at the two of them.
, seeing no one to stop him, he slowly moved to the far end of the sofa.
Xiao Liping sighed: "I am a pragmatist and like to do things with pure purpose. The purpose is unclear and the process is meaningless. Just imagine designing a kitchen knife. The designer's starting point is to let the user, a chef, or a family
Housewives, during the cooking process, feel that the kitchen knife is beautiful (shape and surface treatment), smooth (ergonomics), and sharp (material and heat treatment), allowing the user to complete the work efficiently and in a happy mood. At this time we can say,
This kitchen knife is beautiful.
What about weapons, as tools of killing, is it the designer’s job to make soldiers, executioners, hitmen, robbers and thugs feel good about doing their jobs?
Can you imagine an underage gangster who robbed a convenience store and smiled knowingly when he shot the Chinese store owner who refused to open the cash register because of his good grip, trigger strength and killing effect?
No, weapon designers regard killing efficiency as their only pursuit. All killing tools that only pursue killing efficiency are ugly. In other words, people who appreciate the beauty of weapons are not users of weapons. In this case, weapons cannot be called weapons.
as weapons because they are not used to kill;
The murderer does not appreciate the beauty of the weapon when he uses it, because he is killing, and it makes no difference what gun he uses, what knife he uses, whether he uses poison or even a nuclear bomb. Therefore, it is a stupid thing to pay attention to the tools of killing. -
- Of course, you can not accept my point of view, or even pull out the knife and stab me in the abdominal cavity, but by that time, you will truly realize your stupidity. - This is a bit like a paradox."
Gu Tie listened to this in a daze, his fingers unconsciously playing with the strip of cloth wrapped around the handle of the triangular spur.
"Have you ever killed anyone?" He suddenly raised his head and asked.
At that time, Section Chief Xiao Liping, who was young and had just emerged in the political world, seemed out of place in this circle but was at ease with himself. He put on his black-rimmed glasses and spoke in a private room of a nightclub in Xicheng, Beijing, with a calm voice that was incompatible with his age.
, said frankly: "Yes."
"You guys go out." Gu Tie suddenly stood up and said to several friends around him.
At that time, he was young and prosperous in the capital. The mysterious young man, whose background came from a huge foreign force and was independent in the country, mercilessly drove several fair-weather friends and several princesses out of the room, and
He warned them with a gesture of wiping his neck that they had seen and heard nothing tonight. Several men and women told Gu Tie with silent eyes that the warning was unnecessary and they did not come in with eyes and ears at all.
After closing the door and sitting down, Gu Tie opened a bottle of Glenmorangie 18-year-old single malt whiskey, poured a glass and handed it to Xiao Liping. He filled another glass himself, and said with a wry smile: "Except for the bad habits my foreign devil adoptive father left me, there are no other bad habits left to me except Scotland."
I can’t get used to drinking any kind of wine. Brother, I’ll drink three glasses in a row and tell you a story.”
"Since I admit it, I will naturally say that there is no need to exchange for wine. The price of a bottle of wine here is more than one month's salary of mine." Civil servant Xiao unbuttoned his shirt collar and smiled.
"I have a 25-year-old drink in my family. Let's go home and drink later." Gu Tie raised his head and took a big sip, saying with bright eyes.
"Okay. The story is relatively simple. My parents are from Ningxia. They later moved to Hubei and finally settled in a small city in Hunan. If you are not interested in knowing which small city it is, just call it City A. I was born in
In City A, when I was fourteen years old, my father died in a car accident.
He was riding his bike through an intersection and was run over by an 18** truck that ran a red light. No body was found. The driver was compensated 300,000 yuan and sentenced to 6 months in prison and suspended for 1 year. My mother was very sad. Both my parents believe in Buddhism.
He was the kindest and good person. His father's death had a great impact on his mother and even shaken her faith. On the third day after the sentencing, she drank pesticide and died on the way to the hospital." Xiao Liping took a sip of wine and said something.
The indifference that does not concern oneself speaks of memories.
Gu Tie didn't know how to talk to each other, so he kept drinking.
"After my mother died, my aunt adopted me. She lived in another city 150 kilometers away. I was about to be promoted from the second grade of junior high school to the third grade of junior high school. My academic performance was relatively good, so I was admitted to the key middle school. The head teacher helped me persuade
My aunt asked me to stay in my original middle school until the college entrance examination was over.
I had enough time to investigate my father's death. From the beginning, I didn't believe it was an accident. My father had no bad deeds during his lifetime, no enemies, no foreign debts, and no one believed it was murder.
But I saw the driver who caused the accident when the verdict was handed down in court. In addition to regret, fear and helplessness, there was also a trace of imperceptible satisfaction on his face. A man who made a huge mistake and was forced to sell the truck he relied on to make a living to pay for it.
The truck driver and the victim's family are unlikely to find pleasure in the accident - unless it is not an accident but a well-planned revenge."
Xiao Liping shook the glass, and the golden wine hung on the wall of the glass, flowing slowly.
"At that time, Genesis and quantum networks were still new things that were out of reach, but fortunately there was enough information on the Internet for a 13-year-old kid who didn't understand technology to search.
The truck driver's name was Zhang Debao, a 44-year-old native of Xiangfan, Hubei Province. He was transporting a truck of PP raw materials from Wuhan to Guangzhou, passing through the small town where my home is located, and hit and killed my father. It seemed to be a completely random incident.
However, I quickly found out something suspicious. Zhang Debao is the contracted carrier of Houde Express, a private logistics company. The goods in that truck belong to Houde Express. The invoice and shipping records can be found online, showing that the goods were shipped from Wuhan Logistics Park six days ago.
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This shipment arrived within a time limit of one week. In other words, Zhang Debao spent six days just driving from Hubei to Hunan. He was destined to arrive overdue and would have to bear high compensation for breach of contract.
A journey of 400 kilometers in 6 days. From your point of view, is this normal? Within 6 days, there were no abnormal weather conditions, no major traffic accidents, and no temporary traffic control on highways, national highways, and provincial highways."
"Too slow. Repair the car?" Gu Tie stared at him.
"To repair a car, you can apply for an extension at the logistics company based on the maintenance records issued by the repair shop. Houde Express has this charter. Zhang Debao did not submit any maintenance records."
"Then he stayed in one place for a long time."
"That's right." Xiao Liping raised his glass at him, "If I knew you now when I was thirteen, everything would be simple. With your technology, I can find traces of Zhang Debao's activities in a certain city in minutes. I was
The only stupid way is to spread out the map, take City A as the starting point and go north, mark several city names along the 107 National Highway, find out the phone numbers of all hotels, restaurants, highway service stations and truck accommodation areas, and call them one by one, I am on the phone
They said my name was Zhang Xiaobao, my mother was seriously ill, and I lost contact with my father, and I urgently wanted information about Zhang Debao."
"It's really a stupid idea." Gu Tie curled his lips.
"Fortunately, I was lucky. I started calling on Sunday morning and found the right place at four o'clock in the afternoon.
It was a parking and accommodation hotel on the outskirts of city A. It was somewhat famous in the online truck driver forum. The person who answered the phone was a middle-aged aunt. When I said Zhang Debao's name, she remembered it and said, "Don't worry, kid. I remember this person."
, he is a short black fat man, right? He drives a blue Steyr truck. He stayed in the store for four nights, took the bus to the city to do errands every day during the day, and drove the truck on the fifth day.
, and never came back.
It's been two or three months, right? Why do I remember him? He left in a hurry and left a bag of things in the room. They weren't valuable, but I was afraid they wouldn't be useful, so I still have them.
Don't worry, kid. I'll look through it for you. Is there a phone number or something? It's at hand...it's all waste paper with square and round shapes that I can't understand. I have a wallet, but there's no money in it.
, but there is a photo inside. It is of a woman. She is very beautiful. Is this your mother?
There is also a note, which says No. 201, Building 5, No. 54, Zhongshan 2nd Road, City A, nothing else. My child, do you remember the address? I will mail you the photo later. Don’t be anxious.
Dad might have something urgent, and I’ll contact you as soon as it’s done..."
"I guess that beautiful woman is not your mother." Gu Tie said.