(a)

Listening to his words, my heart sank and I became a little vigilant. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I now regret believing his military uniform and getting into a stranger's car so recklessly. What if he's a bad guy? Those who wear military uniforms are not necessarily people who can be trusted.

I quietly moved away from him. This action was immediately captured by him.

He looked at me, his eyes narrowing. A bruise popped out near his temple, throbbing. This action gave me a wave of scare.

But I immediately heard him say, "Are you afraid of me?" ”

"I'm not a bad person," he said. I'm just someone who knows you. ”

I curled up in the corner of the side seat and didn't make a sound.

He said: "I saw that you were wearing clothes with what kind of shooting team was written. ”

I said, "Yes." ”

He said, "You can shoot?" That's all you like? ”

I said, "Yes." ”

He said: "What kind of girl is a girl who can shoot a gun? ”

I looked at him and felt a lack of words to answer such questions.

(b)

He said, "Did you learn to shoot because you like to kill?" ”

I was blown away by this question. I quickly shook my head desperately. Again, I suspect that he is a perverted bad guy. How can a normal person possibly ask a question from this perspective? He knew that the shooting team was not a firing squad, nor was it a sniper team, it was just an ordinary sport.

He looked back at me again. He laughed a little nervously, and the green tendon reappeared.

"It doesn't matter," he said. You don't have to pretend to be a lady. Actually, I also like to shoot guns. ”

He said: "But my marksmanship is not good, so I can't enter the special forces unit, so I can only drive a broken car here and pull all kinds of inexplicable things for them every day." ”

"It's not a bad thing to like guns," he said. That can make you feel empowered. When you point a gun at someone, you will feel strongly that the life and death of others are in your hands. ”

I muttered, "I've never picked up a gun and aimed at anyone." ”

He said, "So what are you aiming for?" ”

I said, "Aim for the target paper in front of you." ”

He sneered contemptuously and said, "Hit a piece of broken paper with a bullet? I don't know what you guys think. It's ridiculous. ”

I said, "It's just a sport. ”

"Humans invented sports because they couldn't kill people," he said. Sport is synonymous with weakness. ”

He said: "Do you think any country can conquer the world with an Olympic gold medal, sister? The conquest of the world has always been by killing people, killing countless people, killing people indiscriminately, until the other party kneels before you. ”

Again, I was shocked in my heart.

Who is it that injects such a view into his soul?

Again, I don't know how to answer.

(c)

The car jolted violently again, and I was bounced out of my seat, hit my head on the roof, and slammed back into my seat.

I reached out and rubbed the top of my head that was hurting.

He asked, "What is your favorite moment in the process of shooting?" ”

I thought about it, and I didn't dare to keep not answering him, what if he was a bad person, what if he had bad intentions, what if I provoked him to do something terrible because I didn't answer?

I crinched and said, "I like the moment when the crosshair fixes the hit point." ”

He laughed contemptuously and said, "It's really a girl's like, and there is no momentum at all." ”

"My favorite moment is when the gun is discharged," he said. It's like unleashing a ferocious hound to pounce on the target. I could hear it sliding and whizzing inside the chamber. I could hear it piercing through the flesh and shattering the skeleton of the target, as if I could smell the blood. ”

I felt a kind of coldness in his words.

I looked at him, and I felt the hoarse wail of the pig as it stabbed the knife into its body.

I felt a little sad and wanted to vomit.

At this time, I heard him say: "I have always wanted to go to the real field army. But it turned out to be only in the communications troops, and only in the motor troops. ”

He said: "I feel angry! Very angry! Very angry! I didn't join the army to drive this kind of broken car that transports garbage! ”

"One day," he said, "I'm going to leave here and go to a unit that can fight." ”

I agree with him in my heart that he should have left the streets of the city earlier and gone to the fighting troops! He's rampage through this behemoth here, and it's too dangerous for the whole city.

(iv)

Then, he asked, "Is the handsome man who spoke to you that day your teacher?" Am I right? ”

I said, "Yes." He is the coach of our shooting team. ”

He said, "He's a demobilized soldier, right?" ”

Oh, that's the classic question again! It seems that everyone thinks that you were a soldier.

I shook my head: "He wasn't a soldier. ”

I saw from the side that he had a little confused look on his face.

He shook his head, and he muttered, "No way." ”

"He must have been in the army," he said. ”

I said, "I don't know why, but many people also feel that he must have come back from the army." ”

"I don't think I could be wrong," he said. Not only did he stay in the army, but he also served as a great officer. The kind of official I can't reach. ”

He said: "There is a power in the way he looks at others that makes people not give in. Even though I only glanced at him from afar, I had a strong feeling that he knew the army very well, and he also knew the soldiers in the army. ”

Even though I became more and more wary of this driver, I admit that he had sentences that spoke to my heart.

(5)

"You don't keep hiding over there." He said, "I told you that I'm not a bad person. ”

"Actually, I don't really like to talk to girls. But you're different from other girls. Because I've met you more than once or twice. I've actually seen you before that time next to the tracks. ”

He said, "Do you want to hear it?" ”

I was surprised, and thought to myself, is he trying to get close to me? I was careful not to answer him.

He looked at me and continued.

"You probably won't believe it," he said. I often see you in my dreams. You don't look the same as you did in your dreams. But I recognized you at a glance as the one in my dreams. ”

He said, "Can you understand these things?" ”

I didn't dare to shake my head, and I couldn't nod my head. However, I have a little resonance with his words, and I often dream of a you who is not the same as the one around me, and I can see at a glance that the you in my dreams are the you around me.

I understand this kind of thing.

He didn't care if I understood it or not, he just kept talking about it.

He said, "You often follow a person in your dreams. You're that one's sister. But you are very nice, you seem very intimate, you look at him with shining eyes, and when he looks at you, his eyes are very warm. So, you may not be his sister either. ”

He said: "Every time I see you in my dreams, I always feel that you are also my sister. Or, I've had a sister like you. ”

He said, "Perhaps, it was the man you followed who snatched my sister from me." ”

He said, "I don't quite remember why, but every time I see you following that person, I get so angry!" I feel like you should have been mine. I should have had a sister who followed me like you followed him. ”

He said, "But for some reason, my sister is missing. She was robbed of something. ”

He said: "I always feel that something bad has happened to my sister, it is cruel to her, and this cruel act, from the man next to you. ”

"When I look at you in my dreams, I often see the water of the lake rippling on your face," he said. ”

"You close your eyes and soak in a lake," he said. There are many, many surprises frozen in your heart. You don't understand why you suddenly fell to the bottom of the lake. You want to go back to it. But you can't float up. You will stay in the lake until you turn to dust. ”

"Every time I wake up like this," he said, "I wake up from my dreams like this. When I woke up, I heard a woman's voice calling my brother. ”

Another hard brake. My head hit the ground again. The car stopped.

(f)

His hands left the steering wheel. He turned sideways, and he looked at me closely. His eyes were a little straight.

My heart was beating wildly.

He said to me, "The voice that called me brother is the same voice you just spoke to me." ”

He grabbed my arm, but not roughly.

He said, "How did I know you?" ”

He said, "Why are you in the lake?" ”

As he said this, tears appeared in his eyes.

His questions thundered in my ears.

At that moment, I suddenly saw a vision in my mind.

I saw myself sitting next to a bed. On the bed lay a naked man. His head squirmed on the pillow. His face was blurred. He was muttering. But he was in a coma.

A bolt of lightning struck me. I suddenly knew who the unconscious person was. This man is the man who watched me from the Blackwater River.

I looked at the driver in shock.

I frenched and broke free, and I said loudly, "I don't understand what you're talking about." I've never been in a lake. I didn't call you brother either. I've never seen you before you pressed against my heels! ”

My horror made him sober up a little.

He let me go.

He said gloomily, "I told you to get in the car just to tell you these strange things. I'm not lying. ”

"Something must have happened between us," he said. It's just that I haven't figured out what that is. ”

He said, "I didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted to send you home." Sit well and be careful not to get thrown out of the car. ”

He said: "I pressed against your heel, it will definitely not be accidental. It's no accident that I met you again today. ”

"It's just that I can't figure out why," he said. ”

I listened to him say that it wouldn't hurt me, and my heart relaxed a little.

I hugged my arm tightly.

He continued to drive the car. I leaned back again for a while.

As he turned the steering wheel, he said with an indifferent expression, "Don't get too close to your coach." ”

I looked at him.

"I don't know why, I don't like him," he said. ”

"I don't like it very much," he said. ”