It's too late!

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Liao Hongbo sat in the living room of his house, staring at the burning charcoal in the brazier in front of him, as if thinking about something.

Since the case of Ma Xueli's son, he has resigned from his position as a detective and is at home, reading books, teasing dogs, playing chess, and ...... birds every day, and his life is very comfortable.

However, no one knew that he was not as happy as he appeared in his heart, since the Japanese occupied Mukden, the situation collapsed, and Liao Hongbo felt bored when he thought about it.

The reason why he resigned from the post of detective was that he didn't want to play a role for the devil, so as not to be pointed at by thousands of people in the future, poking him in the back and calling him a traitor.

Although no one scolds him as a traitor now, but then there are economic problems, although he had a little salary when he was a detective, but Liao Hongbo is a righteous and squandering money, and often helps people in need, so there is not much in his hands.

Shaking the purple clay pot in his hand, Liao Hongbo shook his head self-deprecatingly, "At the beginning, he drank a silver dollar or two before the rain, but now he drinks three coppers and a pound of Dalu tea." ”

As soon as the curtain of the door of the inner room was lifted, a tall woman walked out, she was delicate and her figure was also very hot, holding a child who was just one and a half years old in her arms, and it seemed that she had not been a mother for a long time.

As soon as Liao Hongbo saw the child, he immediately smiled on his face, stood up and stretched out his hand to the child, "Good son, come here, let Dad hug him." ”

The woman glared at him angrily, then turned around and gave Liao Hongbo the back of the head, "You still have the heart to hold your son, the family is almost unable to open the pot, and you don't do anything all day, you know that sitting there fighting birds and drinking tea, what do I eat and drink with my son?" ”

Liao Hongbo rolled his eyes when he said it, but he had no choice, who told him that he really didn't have a penny in these days, and he was sitting empty.

"You said that you didn't do a good detective, so you have to quit without any wind." The woman seemed to be in a bad mood, and continued to nag, "If you don't do it, you won't do it, you said you should find something to do, Master Li in the east of the city asked you to be the head of the nursing home, and you won't go to ten oceans a month." ”

"When did I, Liao Hongbo, degenerate into a nursing home?" Liao Hongbo frowned, he had never looked at the kind of work of taking care of the home, so naturally he would not do it.

The woman was angry and shouted at him, "Don't do this or that, what we eat and drink, the northwest wind can be used." ”

Watching his wife return to the back room with his son in his arms, Liao Hongbo was silent for a long time, and then walked towards the study.

There are three main rooms in his house, the middle is the living room of the house, the right one is the bedroom, and the left one is his study.

Entering the study, Liao Hongbo walked to the bookshelf without stopping, took down a suitcase from the top floor, and put it on the ground.

Carefully dusting off the dust on the box, Liao Hongbo gently opened the lid of the box, revealing two shiny Browning pistols inside.

These are two silver-white Browning pistols, and the handles are also carved with detailed patterns, which look very atmospheric and elegant.

Looking at the two pistols placed on the flannel, Liao Hongbo's heart was full of emotion, these two guns were given to him by a friend of his in the United States, and he had always treasured them, but he didn't expect that one day he would be forced to sell guns to make a living.

Took out two pistols from the box, inserted the magazine into the gun, Liao Hongbo shook his hands, and the two guns spun like windmills in the palms of his hands, and then disappeared in the palm of his fingers.

With a brush, Liao Hongbo inserted his double guns into the holster on his waist, and then flicked his coat, the action was extremely chic, and at this moment he recovered the demeanor of the first detective in Fengtian.

But then, the sparkle in his eyes dimmed, and he pulled out the two guns from his back waist and put them back in the box, and then took a deep look at the two guns, and then closed the box.

Picking up the box, Liao Hongbo came out of the study and shouted into the bedroom, "Wife, I'll go out and do something." With that, he turned and walked outside.

There was a sound of footsteps at the door, and then the woman rushed out and grabbed the box he was carrying, "Hong Bo, this is your life, how can you sell it like this?" ”

"I don't have money to live, and I can't save my life." Liao Hongbo smiled, but his smile was a little bitter.

"Can't you find some other work, and if you can't go back and continue to be an inspector, wouldn't it be great?" His wife tried hard to persuade him, hoping that he would change his mind.

Liao Hongbo sighed and reached out to pull away his wife's arm, "You don't have to persuade me, I won't do that inspector." With that, he walked outside.

The wife stood at the door of the house, watching Liao Hongbo's slender body open the courtyard door, and then disappeared into the street outside the door, a tear slipped silently from her cheek!

Out of the house, Liao Hongbo's originally straight spine bent down again, he is a very good-looking person, he feels embarrassed to open his mouth with others, if it weren't for this, it would not be easy to borrow some money from any friend.

Walking forward on the street with a suitcase, Liao Hongbo didn't know what he wanted to do, he really hadn't sold anything, so he didn't know where to sell.

His eyes swept over the shop next to the street in front, Liao Hongbo fell in love with a pawn shop, and he brewed courage for a long time before gritting his teeth and walking in.

The pawnshop was very quiet, except for the two guys and the shopkeeper who were napping behind the counter, there was not a single guest in sight, Liao Hongbo plucked up the courage to step forward and said softly, "Excuse me, which one is the shopkeeper?" ”

Even he didn't notice that his voice was as low as a gnat, and the three guys were sleeping relatively deeply, so naturally no one could hear it.

Seeing that no one cared about him, Liao Hongbo swallowed his saliva and said in a slightly louder voice than just now, "May I ask who is the shopkeeper, I am here to be a thing." ”

Still no one paid attention to him.

Liao Hongbo had the urge to turn around and run away, he had been brewing for a long time, and finally mustered enough confidence to open his mouth to speak.

"Isn't this Inspector Liao, why are you here?" A voice sounded behind him, startling Liao Hongbo and almost throwing the box on the ground.

Turning around, Liao Hongbo found that the person who came was his original subordinate, who was also a police detective at the police station, so he had to smile and say, "Yes, Xiao Wang, I didn't expect you to be there." ”

"Inspector Liao, you must come to see if there is anything good in pawning, this is life, leisurely, really leisurely." Detective Xiao Wang looked at Liao Hongbo enviously and couldn't help but admire.

At this time, the pawnshop shopkeeper was also awakened, he recognized Liao Hongbo at a glance, walked over from behind the counter excitedly, and said, "It turned out to be Inspector Liao, what do you like, I will give you a 20% discount and send you home." ”

Liao Hongbo felt that his face was burning badly, and he walked towards the door with a haha, "Another day, another day." ”

Seeing Liao Hongbo walking out of the door in a bit of a panic, Detective Xiao Wang and the shopkeeper looked puzzled, "What is Inspector Liao doing in such a hurry, is he in a hurry to go home and hug his wife." ”

They dare to think that Liao Hongbo has just come back from going out, and he is in a hurry to go home and make love to his wife.

Coming out of the pawn shop, Liao Hongbo fled along the street with a suitcase, and this experience ruined all his courage to sell things in the store.

Thinking about it, he, the famous Liao Detective, has a few people in Fengtian City who he doesn't know, so naturally it will cause a sensation wherever he sells it, which is something that Liao Hongbo doesn't want to appear even if he is killed.

But if you don't sell things, how will you live in the future?

Liao Hongbo was very irritable in his heart, he walked aimlessly forward with his suitcase, and walked to a street corner.

The street is not too wide, but it is very lively, and on both sides of the street are lined with all kinds of stalls, almost one after the other, spreading from one end to the other.

There is everything in these stalls, from ginseng and deer antler velvet to needles and threads, and there seems to be some goods that are prohibited outside, such as tobacco or munitions, and there are also people selling them on this street.

Strictly speaking, this street is a black market, but the officials in Mukden know about it, but they don't bother to take care of it, just go here every month to collect some management fees.

Liao Hongbo also came to this street to shop for some things he liked, knowing that it was easy to sell things here, and the prices were higher than those in the store.

Thinking that no one knew him here, Liao Hongbo decided to sell the gun here, and then go back to his wife to use the expenses of his life.

"Baibao Street, it really lives up to its name." Looking up and seeing the horizontal plaque hanging at the corner of the street, Liao Hongbo's eyes lit up, and he carried the box into the street.

A moment later, there was a middle-aged man in a white shirt on the street, who wrapped his head in a white cloth and covered his nose and mouth, looking as if he were an Indian.

However, on this street, there are many strange-shaped people, and Liao Hongbo's outfit is ordinary at all.

Covering his true appearance, Liao Hongbo was still a little uneasy, and took out his sunglasses and put them on, this time the whole posture of Uncle Lamp, it is estimated that if you go to the base, people will bow and worship.

Holding the box in his arms, Liao Hongbo shouted in a voice that only he could hear, "Selling guns, commemorative limited edition Browning, the price is cheap." ”

Liao Hongbo already thought that his shouting was loud enough, but in this noisy street, it was like a mosquito chirping next to a cannon, and it was completely drowned out and could not be heard at all.

Poor our Detective Liao is still there dedicatedly pretending to be an uncle who pulls the lamp, and he is selling hard:

"Sell guns, sell guns, commemorate the limited edition Browning!"

I just don't know when our Detective Liao will be able to sell his gun.

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