"Kordora, you shouldn't sell him grenades, you know, this thing is not a firearm, it is dangerous!" Old John took a sip of wine and spoke slowly, pistols are very common in Sarajevo, but grenades are rare. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Kodora smiled mysteriously: "Remember the last time it was on the Bosnian River?" These are the batch of grenades that entered the water, you can rest assured, they will not explode. ”

After speaking, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly, indicating that he was innocent.

Johnson laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and cursed, "You profiteer, don't talk anymore." ”

The grenades of this era are not as developed as later generations, and the waterproof performance is still very substandard, so as long as the grenade enters the water, it is generally not able to be used.

After drinking the wine fiercely, Old John still got up and left, and walked out of the tavern, he still had to confirm the identity of the child just now, after all, the acting skills of the chaotic party are not bad these years, what if he makes a mistake?

Zhao Xiang walked briskly down the street with his suitcase, ready to return to his place of residence, but he didn't walk far and immediately felt that he was being followed.

has been a soldier for many years, although there is no exaggeration of a dozen and a hundred in the novel, but the basic quality is still there, and the detection and anti-investigation technology of this era is still very backward, and the person who follows him is obviously a rookie, and his eyes have always been on his body.

People have a sixth sense, this thing is very mysterious, no one can explain it, one of the most common phenomena is that if a person has been staring at you behind the back, the person being looked at will feel very uncomfortable, this is one of the manifestations of people's sixth sense (real, you can try)

Zhao Xiang walked slowly down the street, once again becoming the Princip who had just been in the bar, but when he passed by a cake shop, he stood in front of the glass window and looked at it, swallowed his saliva, took out a few kronor from his pocket, pushed the door and walked in.

After seeing this scene, Old John, who was following Zhao Xiang, couldn't help frowning, it seems that his judgment is not wrong, this child should be very embarrassed after buying weapons, otherwise he would not show this expression, but the professionalism still let him follow behind to take a look, maybe there will be other gains.

When Zhao Xiang entered the cake shop, through the reflection of the glass window, he already knew who the person behind him was, the old John who was chatting with him in the bar just now.

Quietly bought two barley loaves of bread, slowly walked back to the small inn where he lived, and closed the door.

Zhao Xiang himself listened to the figure tightly against the door, and he was already holding the Mauser 1910 given by the former tobacco factory manager in his hand.

Sure enough, after a while, there was a slight sound of footsteps downstairs.

"Hey, who are you looking for?" A female voice rang out, very rough and full of energy.

This voice Zhao Xiang knew that it was the voice of the landlord's aunt Cather, the landlord with a loud voice, since he knew that Zhao Xiang was a "painter", he immediately became much more enthusiastic, and would send some food to Zhao Xiang almost every day, very enthusiastic.

Apparently old John, who was following him, was met by Aunt Cather, who was being sent to eat.

Then Old John's voice came, but the voice was a little small, obviously deliberately suppressed, but the sound insulation effect of this era is really poor, not to mention this century-old house.

"May I ask who your upstairs guy lives here?"

Aunt Cather was silent for a while, but after a while she spoke: "His name is Princip, a little painter from Serbia, what's wrong with the police officer, did he do something illegal?" ”

"No, no, I just want to know, for every outsider, we should know, right?"

"Well, my lord, Princip stayed in my house a week ago, you know, I'm a family hostel, we have the qualifications to run a family hostel, our family has been a family hostel since the last century・・・・・・"

Apparently John Sr. was interested in checking whether Aunt Cather was qualified to establish a family hostel, but Exit interrupted her, and there was some dissatisfaction in his tone: "I just want to know that child, oh yes, Princip, not whether your family is qualified to establish a family hostel, it's not something I should manage!" ”

"Oh, that's it, since I'm not qualified, then why do I have to give the damn police department some money every month, okay I don't mean you, my police officer is different from them, okay don't be angry, I'll just say, Princip has been working hard to create since he stayed in my hostel, and he hasn't gone out, I can guarantee that."

"Didn't go out?"

Aunt Cather nodded: "Of course, except just now, he has never been out before, every time he buys something, he asks us to buy something, it is some simple ingredients, or white paper or paintbrushes and some daily necessities, I can guarantee this, because I live on the first floor, close to the door, no one can escape my eyes when they enter or leave!" ”

"Has anyone ever been here looking for him?"

"There isn't one, and I can guarantee that, I only have one guest here, you know, damn it, it's not very peaceful out there right now, so very few people come out to travel, especially to such a place!"

"Okay, I know, you go get busy, goodbye!"

"Pedaling ・・・・・・"

About two minutes later, there was a knock on the door of Zhao Xiang's room.

Zhao Xiang gently opened the door, and Aunt Cather appeared in front of him with a bowl in her hand: "Hey, Princip, you didn't do anything bad when you went out today, right?" ”

Princip held up the bread in his hand: "I just went out and bought two loaves of bread, oh and went to the bar for two drinks, you know, I haven't had any inspiration lately, I need inspiration!" As he spoke, he scratched his head in frustration.

Aunt Cather looked at Princip seriously after hearing this: "Young man, if you want to go out for a walk in the future, you will go to the park not far downstairs, there was a black dog just now (the police uniform is black, and the people of Sarajevo called the police black dogs at that time, not only here, but also in many places, expressing their dissatisfaction with the police. Come to my store and ask you something, they should be eyeing you, you have to pay attention lately, those guys are not easy to mess with. ”