The gunshots rang out so loudly and so loudly that he couldn't tell them out, but as she disappeared into the darkness of the laundry room, he saw her put her hand over her right shoulder. Bronze wanted to rush to her right away, but he gave up the near-suicidal urge that the gunman was expecting him to lose control and expose himself. The bronze clings to the small dresser, poses and is always ready to shoot. He also hopes that the gunmen will lose patience.

Gu Bronze muttered in his heart, Bodhisattva, please, don't hurt Gong Yu.

He stared at the bedroom door, hoping to hear the gangsters outside, but his tinnitus worsened. He thought, why not change his tactics. Since his hearing is impaired, no one who wants to kill him will hear very clearly. This may be a good way to turn common evils into one's own benefit. There was a waist-high metal ladder next to the dresser that covered him, and he usually used it to fetch things that were placed on high places. The ladder is about a shoulder's width apart. He grabbed a shirt from the dresser and draped it over the ladder. In the dark, the side profile of the ladder resembles that of a huddled person. He pushed the ladder forward, thinking to himself, if only the gangster was really hearing-impaired, that he would drown out the sound of the ladder scraping the floor. With a hard push, the ladder came out of the closet and slid through the bedroom in the direction he had just seen the gangster.

A burst of fire tore the shirt to shreds, and the ladder toppled to the ground. Almost at the same time, Bronze fired several shots at the flash of the muzzle in the aisle. In the flash, a man fell to the tiled floor, curled up in pain, and the submachine gun smashed the ground to pieces. As he fell to the ground, the frenzied firing subsided.

Worried that the light of his pistol would make him a target for shooting, Bronze rolled to the other side of the closet entrance, fired a shot at the man who had just fallen, then shot the two men he had just shot, and quickly retreated into the darkness of the laundry.

Gong Yu, he had to find Gong Yu, he had to find out if she was hurt, he had to stop her from running around again and exposing herself until he figured out that there were no other gangsters in the house. The smell of detergent wafted through the laundry room, which was even more disgusting in contrast to the strong smell of gunpowder. Bronze felt movement in the space between the hot water tank and the hard water softener. He slowly moved over and found Gong Yu there. At that moment, the closed door of the laundry room was slammed open, followed by a fierce fire. The sudden shooting overwhelmed them and forced them to lie on the ground.

The bronze's night vision had been disturbed by the bright light of the shot that was very close to him, and after the flash of the second shot, he felt even more blurry in front of him. A tall black shadow burst in, and another burst of fire. Bronze lay on the ground and fired his gun upwards.

A stream of hot liquid flowed onto the bronze. Is it blood? But the liquid was not only hot, it was hot, and it was not a stream, but it was pouring down like a waterfall. Bronze thought desperately that the tank must have been broken. He struggled to endure the pain of the hot water pouring on him, staring intently into the darkness that had been glittering just a few seconds ago. In the flash just now, he saw the man with the gun. He felt Gong Yu gasping in panic beside him. He smelled blood, yes, like copper, pungent. But the smell didn't come from the direction where the gunman was, but seemed to come from his side. A terrible thought came to my heart, Gong Yu was injured?

After Night Vision recovered from the impact of the bright light, Bronze noticed that there was a black body silhouette on the floor at the door of the laundry room. Gong Yu kept shaking beside him. Bronze felt her twitch in horror. He counted how many bullets he had fired, and realized that there was only one bullet left. He tried to suppress his fear.

The hot water had already doused him. He stretched out a finger and pressed it to Gong Yu's lips, signaling her to keep quiet. He then crawled across the wet floor of the laundry room to the door. Through the moonlight shining through the skylight in the hallway, he saw the submachine gun next to the corpse.

Or at least Bronze wished it was a dead body. He was about to shoot the last bullet, but he tried the man's pulse first. The man had no pulse, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He reached out his left hand and scoured a revolver from under the man's trench coat. He immediately threw the submachine gun into the laundry room and returned to Gong Yu, who was hiding in the dark. He fumbled for the floor door that led to the access passage under the house, and opened it for Gong Yu to get into. The vast majority of Santa Fe's houses are built on concrete slabs, with no basements, and only a handful of them resemble bronze houses, with a four-foot-high access tunnel under the floor.

Gong Yu tensed his body, struggling to go down the wooden ladder. The smell of dust emanated from the gloomy passageway. Later, she accepted the refuge. She trembled and walked briskly, hot water pouring down with her. Bronze squeezed her right arm hard, hoping to reassure her. Then, he closed the wooden door.

Bronze is getting more and more restless. In the dark, he crawled to a dark corner in the distance and leaned against the boiler. From there, he can shoot at any of the entrances to the laundry room. He held the gangster's revolver in his left hand and his own pistol in his right hand. It's really not good, he still has the submachine gun that he has gotten to the gangsters next to him, and I hope there are still bullets in it.

But there was something else that made him restless and added a terrible sense of urgency to him. He understands that patience is the most important thing for survival. If he got up and searched the house, he would be exposing himself to those who were hiding outside. The best thing to do is to stay where you are and let others be exposed first. Although he thought so, he still couldn't suppress his eagerness. He thought that Gong Yu would feel more and more frightened as he squatted in the musty, dim passageway. He also thought that Gong Yu's pain was intensifying. As he grabbed her right arm for comfort, his fingers smeared some liquid thicker than water. The liquid was hot and smelled of blood, Gong Yu must have been hit.

Bronze thought, I have to take her to the doctor, I must not wait any longer. He crawled out of the boiler and slowly crawled towards the aisle, ready to rush out. He pointed the gun in one direction, then the other. Suddenly, he froze a flashlight and shone on the corpse lying in front of him.

The bronze clings to the interior wall of the laundry room. He stared at the laundry door for a moment, then nervously glanced at the door that led to the closet. His sweat and water were mixed together, slippery. Why do they use flashlights? There's no reason to expose yourself. The flashlight, he thought, must be a trap to get my attention so that someone else could attack me from the opposite side, in the black-hole closet.

But to his surprise, the flashlight moved away, and he turned back and shone towards the front door. It doesn't make sense. Unless...... Does he dare to believe his own ideas? Perhaps the neighbor heard the muffled sound that came and went, and concluded that it was certainly not the sound of firecrackers; Maybe the neighbor has called the police; Maybe the person with the flashlight is the police. A lone policeman on duty would do this - he found the body, but he didn't know what was going on with it, maybe there was a shootout. At this point, he will immediately retreat and ask for help.

The bronze heart is about to jump out. In another case, he would never dare to risk revealing his hiding place. But now, Gong Yu was injured by a gun, and God knows how badly she was injured. He couldn't hesitate any longer, Gong Yu would die in the maintenance passage due to excessive blood loss. He had to act.

"Wait!" He shouted, "I'm in the laundry room and I need help!" ”

The flashlight no longer moved outward, but shone down the aisle and stopped at the door of the laundry room. Bronze immediately realized that he was taking even greater risks. His ears were ringing, and he couldn't make out if someone was shouting at him. If he does not answer, or if his shouting has nothing to do with the police's questioning (assuming the person is really a policeman), he will certainly arouse the suspicion of the police.

"I'm alive, I'm here!" Bronze shouted, "Someone broke into my house!" I don't know who you are! I don't dare to come out! ”

The flashlight flickered back and forth, as if the person with the flashlight was looking for something to cover up in some doorway.

"I can't hear what you're saying! It's all that damn gunshot, and my hearing is ruined! "If you're a policeman, throw your badge in the foyer, and I'll see it through this hole!" ”

Bronze waited, nervously scanning the door that led to the closet across from the opening, fearing that he was exposed and vulnerable to attack. But he had to seize this opportunity. He was thinking about Gong Yu, I had to save Gong Yu.

"Please!" Bronze shouted again, "If you're a cop, please throw the badge over!" ”

He didn't hear the badge sliding. So, he was taken aback when the badge suddenly appeared on the brick floor of the hallway. The badge was blocked by the corpse of the gangster.

"Great!" Bronze's throat ached, and he swallowed with difficulty. "I'm sure you want to know what the hell is going on! You must be as nervous as I am! When I come out, I put my hands up! I'll stick my hand out first! ”

He placed his pistol on one of the laundry counters on the right. If things change, he can quickly roll them back and get them. "I'm coming out! Hold your horses! I'll put my hands out first! He walked out of the doorway empty-handed, his hands above his head. The flashlight quickly moved over and shone on his eyes. For a moment, he couldn't see anything, and he felt more and more lonely and helpless.

Time seems to stand still. The flashlight shone on him all the time. Despite the badges still being thrown on the ground, he suddenly became suspicious. The policeman (if he was a policeman) didn't move, just kept looking at the bronze.

Maybe it's a gunman who is aiming at him?

The prolonged exposure of the flashlight stung the bronze eyes. He wanted to lower a hand to shield his eyes, but he didn't dare to move, not to annoy the man who was looking at him. The flashlight moved to his body and then back to his eyes.

At this point, time starts running again.

The flashlight was shaking, getting closer and closer. Gu had a dry mouth, and his stinging eyes couldn't see the faintly presented figure clearly, the clothes of the figure couldn't be seen clearly, and he couldn't see who it was.

The flashlight and the person with the flashlight were already very close, but Bronze still couldn't tell who was facing him in front of him. His hands were a little numb. He felt as if the man was speaking to himself, but he couldn't hear anything.

Suddenly, the man leaned over. Only then did Bronze faintly hear the man's shouting.

"Can't you hear me?"

The aura of the flashlight reflected the man's figure. He wears a uniform and is a stout local policeman.

"I'm almost deaf!" The piercing hum made him suffer excruciatingly.

"Are you ......?"

"What?" Bronze felt as if her voice was coming from a distant place.

"Who are you?"

"Bronze! I am the owner of this house! Can I put my hands down? ”

"Yes. Where's your clothes? ”

"I was sleeping when they broke in. I don't have time to explain! My friend is still in the access tunnel! ”

"What?" You can hear that there is a slight confusion in the policeman's tone, but more of a surprise.

"In the access lane. I've got to get her out!" Bronze said, staggering towards the laundry, the flashlight following him. With trembling hands, he grabbed the metal ring in the recess of the wooden door, and pulled it upwards, and the small door was opened. He groped his way down the dark wooden staircase, the dampness of the land and the unpleasant smell of blood coming to his nose.

"Gong Yu!"

He couldn't see her.

"Gong Yu!"

The flashlight shot down from the top of his head, illuminating the access tunnel. He saw Gong Yu huddled in a corner, trembling incessantly. He lunged at her. The flashlight barely shone into that corner, but he could see how pale her face was. Her right shoulder was covered in blood.

"Gong Yu!"

He knelt down and hugged her, not bothering to dust off the dust and cobwebs that stuck to him. He felt Gong Yu sobbing.

"All is well, you are fine now."

Bronze didn't know if she answered, and he couldn't hear it anyway. He was busy leading her to the steps of the access passage and helping her climb up with the flashlight. The policeman reached out and pulled her, and when he saw her, he couldn't help but be stunned. Bronze took a dirty shirt from the large basket in the laundry and draped it over her. She swayed weakly, and walked through the hallway with the bronze support toward the front door.

Bronze felt as if the police were shouting at him, but he still couldn't hear him. “

When he went to pull the power switch on the wall at the entrance of the hallway, he was still wondering where the power was cut off.

"Thank goodness." He whispered. Now all his troubles were left was the roar in his ears. He was still holding Gong Yu. When he noticed that she was vomiting, he couldn't help but panic. "She needs to go to the hospital."

。