When I returned to my house, I simply ordered some noodles to eat, opened the refrigerator, and found that there was nothing to add to it, but fortunately there were still some noodles. Then wait for the water to boil and wait for the noodles to cook.

It was at the suggestion of Brother Monkey that I bought a decent house, about 90 square meters. Brother Monkey said that it must be renovated, so I painted all the walls gray, as a home I thought maybe it should also have a few decent pieces of furniture, so I bought a bed and put it in the living room, there are two completely different chairs on both sides of the bed, one is I bought it myself, and the other is the exchange coupon from the box, I always feel that it is not good to waste luck.

There is also a dining table on one side of the bed. By the way, I also have a refrigerator in the living room and a pot in the kitchen. There is no wardrobe and there are two suitcases under the bed. There weren't many people at home, so I put some miscellaneous items on one chair and a portrait of an old poor ghost on the other. Occasionally, I would buy some fruit and put it in front of his picture and wait for it to rot.

How much space it had seemed to me didn't mean much, and the doors to the two bedrooms hadn't been open since they were closed. If this were a home, I would seem like a kid ready to run away from home.

I put the noodles out and boiled them in water, which is more like the taste of my life. As soon as I wanted to move the chopsticks, I took out a bowl and sandwiched a few chopstick noodles and put them in front of the photo, "I haven't turned on the fire for a long time, eat it while it's hot, I'll light the cigarette for you." ”

I took out a dry cigarette box from the picture frame, took out a piece of cigarette paper from it, rolled some tobacco into it, rolled it and lit it and inserted it into the noodle bowl, and then carefully put away the box. He turned back to the table and took a big bite of noodles.

A bowl of noodles was delicious, and after drinking the soup, it still didn't taste good, so he went back to the bed and pulled out a suitcase. Actually, I have a gun, and I have two boxes of bullets, the 0.5 caliber Magnum Eagle, maybe it's the dream of many men, of course, you all call it the Desert Eagle. As a hunting pistol, it doesn't seem to be the best choice for a killer. But there is no way, people always have to have some feelings.

I took it out of the box, the gun was slender and weighed just right. I gently wiped the gun with a soft cloth, and the old man hadn't seen him for a long time. This is my second gun, and before it I had a Browning, no, the old poor man had a Browning, and the sound was crisp and smooth, and I had been thinking about it for a long time.

I remember one day the poor old ghost told me that he didn't want to take orders anymore and that he would have to rely on me to support him in the future. Then he said to give me the gun to calculate his entry fee, and I took the gun and really decided to keep him, but soon he died outside.

In this way, I was asked to give him a burial with the gun that was not hot. I'm afraid that with his temper down there, he will always have to have a gun to support him. I wiped my gun and looked at the happy old poor ghost grinning in the black and white photo, to be honest, this photo was somewhat disobedient, but I couldn't help it, I didn't have any other photos of him.

"No wonder you're happy, you're the only one who went out to kill people at the age of seventy, I'm very convinced as a peer, but as a person, I'd love to slap you in the face. "I was talking to myself as I wiped my gun. Pressing the bullet, there was a crisp sound, the bullet was loaded, and nine bullets were all my luck for tonight. Of course, I also have a drone, a high-tech thing, and I don't know if it's reliable.

It's rare to be a little nervous, and then I think about whether I should think of a wish or something, and every time I have to deliberately think, am I too content, or is the life really too dull, and even the desire is exhausted. Thinking about it, I was a little sleepy, and I had several messy dreams in a daze.

Until the phone rang, it was Mousse: "I've finished it here and tried it, I think it should meet your requirements, I made some changes to the drone... What followed was a nearly ten-minute introduction, which I didn't understand and didn't bother to record, but I put the phone aside and started to clean it up. After almost finishing up, he picked up the phone, and he was finally finished." This thing is really a necessary weapon for arson and killing, hahaha, how about it?"

I listened to him gulp water over there, and quipped, "Sounds good, you can send it to me in a moment, I'll send you the spot, besides, there's a reason for being single."

"Eh, what do you mean, I've worked so hard to help you, what are you talking about over there...... I hung up the phone and drove the municipal maintenance truck headlong into the sunset.

Originally, I thought this part should be accompanied by very dynamic music, and then I drove all the way against the wind. As a result, I forgot, traffic jams... Didi is a little better on my side all the way, and the slower I go to the city center, but fortunately, I still have plenty of time.

Staring at the red car taillights in front of me, the radio in the car can barely hear something, there was a car accident at such and such a location, the surrounding traffic was completely paralyzed, and the road collapsed in such and such a place, please detour...... I smoked a cigarette and listened to the buzz everywhere, driving this broken car from the sunset into the darkness.