The muzzle of the gun is against the head, no matter how heroic the man is, he has to raise his hand obediently, Chen Zikun let go of the handle of the knife, slowly stood up, the two box cannons on his waist were dragged out and thrown on the ground, and the bayonet that never left his body was also searched.

There were five people standing in the courtyard, three in suits, two in kimono geta, with knives and ribs stuck in their waists, clearly dressed as ronin.

"Ito-kun, well done." The man with the gun complimented.

He praised the guy who hugged Chen Zikun to death, his nose was smashed by Chen Zikun's elbow and blood flowed, but he still couldn't stop the smug look between his eyebrows.

"Yamamoto-kun has won the award, and if I can't hold down this bastard as a fifth-dan judo, I can go to the caesarean section." Ito said with a smile.

Several guys next to him also laughed, and one of them stepped on Xiao Shunzi's head, Xiao Shunzi was already scared stupid, lying on the ground and trembling: "Uncle spare your life." ”

The courtyard was silent, I don't know where everyone had gone, and the air was filled with an unsettling atmosphere.

Takeo Yamamoto slowly put the southern pistol into the holster on his waist, stretched out his fingers to pick up Chen Zikun's chin, this action should have been very provocative and contemptuous, but his height is only one meter six, to pick Chen Zikun's chin above one meter eight, he has to raise his hand.

So it seemed a bit ridiculous, but he did it anyway.

"I'm Captain Takeo Yamamoto of the Imperial Japanese Army, your name and rank?" Takeo Yamamoto asked in Chinese, his Chinese was at Lu University, which was very standard.

Chen Zikun looked down at him contemptuously and did not answer.

Takeo Yamamoto was enraged by this look, and suddenly pulled Xiao Shunzi on the ground up, and pulled out a long knife from the waist of a ronin and put it on Xiao Shunzi's neck, staring at Chen Zikun with Yin Owl's eyes.

"Your silence is an insult to the emperor's ** people, you realize!"

Damn, this little Japan's self-esteem is quite strong, ignoring him and insulting him, Chen Zikun didn't dare to give his life for this, he quickly raised his hand and said: "Okay, I said, my name is Chen Zikun......"

"Let him go!" Suddenly, a woman's shout came from the gate of the courtyard, and then I saw a woman who threw down the vegetable basket in her hand and ran over, grabbed Takeo Yamamoto's arm and bit it down fiercely.

The spies and ronins present did not react, and the incident happened, and the dignity of the emperor ** in Shandong was deeply insulted again, and he scolded and slashed with a knife.

Japanese swords are very sharp, and there is no blood in killing.

A cold light flashed, and Yanhong's eyes were dull for a moment, but she still grabbed the blade with her last strength and muttered, "Junko, run......"

"Mother!" Xiao Shunzi roared hoarsely, her eyes became extremely red, and she didn't know where the strength came from, so she broke free from the feet of the ronin and desperately pounced on Takeo Yamamoto.

At this time, he didn't move, and when to wait, Chen Zikun jumped to the ground and grabbed two box cannons.

The reaction of the Japanese spies was only 0/1 second different from him, but it was this 0/1 second that killed them, the guns of the box cannon and the chicken leg shot rang out like beans, and the spies, ronin, and Chen Zikun all burst into blood, but the muzzle of the gun was still spewing angry flames.

Five seconds later, the gunfire ended, and the two ronins died on the ground without even having time to pull out their knives, so close that they didn't need to aim and shoot at all, they were both shot in the head and died, and the two spies were shot several times, like a bloody gourd, their fingers were still pulling the trigger of the empty gun, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Takeo Yamamoto was thrown to the ground by Junko, as a master of kendo and judo, he insisted on taking cold water baths every winter, and his strong body was like a cow, but he was powerless in front of an angry Chinese.

Xiao Shunzi was like a beast, biting Yamamoto's throat with his teeth, but the wound was not fatal, after a burst of random shooting, Yamamoto was also anxious, adrenaline secreted a lot, and pushed away the little Shunzi who was pressing on his body, and finally freed his hand to pull out the gun.

Chen Zikun would give him a chance, the barrel of the gun stretched out against his forehead and pulled the trigger, and immediately his brain and blood splashed everywhere, and his skull and scalp flew around.

Xiao Shunzi rushed to Yan Hong and let out a sad voice: "Mother, mother!" ”

Yan Hong was dying, her fingers were cut off by a sharp blade, and blood was flowing, she stretched out her hand to touch her son's head, her lips moved, and the endless tenderness in her eyes seemed to have a thousand words to say, but she couldn't say a word.

Yan Hong is dead.

The gunshot rang out, it was Chen Zikun who was mending the gun, and each Japanese person made up a shot in the head and heart, Xiao Shunzi suddenly went crazy, grabbed a Japanese knife and slashed at Takeo Yamamoto's corpse, cutting him into a mess of rotten meat.

Chen Zikun was shot in the arm, he tore off the Japanese shirt and tied it to the wound, tied it with his teeth, and patted Xiao Shunzi on the shoulder: "Help me throw the body into the river." ”

The courtyard is leaning against a stinky ditch, there is no sewer in Beijing, and the feces, urine and domestic water of every household are either poured into the seepage pit or poured into the nearby stinky ditch, and the filth in the ditch is silted, and it is best to destroy the corpses and destroy the traces.

Xiao Shunzi wiped her tears and helped Chen Zikun throw the corpses into the stinky ditch, and did not forget to search the body before throwing the corpse, and found a piece of paper from Takeo Yamamoto's wallet, which had the file number of the Jingshi Police Department and a photo of Chen Zikun.

Chen Zikun understood that someone must have betrayed him in the police department, so he hid the paper on his body, thought about it and put the pocket containing the money next to Yan Hong's corpse, and left only a few banknotes for himself.

Throwing away the corpse, there was no time to deal with the blood stains on the ground, Xiao Shunzi took off his clothes and covered the red corpse, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and followed Chen Zikun out of the courtyard, the street was still deserted, the outer city was no better than the inner city, even if there was a shootout, it could not attract the attention of the patrol police.

The sky was overcast and gloomy, and it was raining, Chen Zikun called two foreign cars, all the way to Zhengyangmen Railway Station, got off the car, the rain was even greater, and the police patrolling the square were crowded to the canopy at the entrance of the station to take shelter from the rain, Chen Zikun looked at the blood stains on his body, and hesitated.

"Let's go, climb over the wall and get in." He pulled Xiao Shunzi towards the distance, at this moment, the door of the exit opened, and the passengers from Tianjin rushed out, Yao Yilei held a small flower umbrella and walked impatiently quickly, after hiding in Tianjin for two days, she couldn't stand it anymore, and secretly ran back to see Chen Zikun.

A taxi stopped in front of her, the driver got out of the car and held up a big black umbrella, helping to open the door, Miss Yao put away the small flower umbrella, bowed to the car, and thought that she was about to see her sweetheart, and her heart swelled with sweetness.

Outside the vast rain and fog, a familiar back is disappearing, and Miss Yao did not look back at this moment.

……

Chen Zikun and Xiao Shunzi found a corner where no one was, climbed over the wall, the railroad tracks in front of them were vertical and horizontal, dense, and there was no end in sight, a train full of goods was slowly leaving the station, Chen Zikun ran a few steps, jumped on the flatbed, Xiao Shunzi was panting on the roadbed and chasing, Chen Zikun stretched out his uninjured arm and pulled him into the car.

This is a flat car pulling wood, the huge log is fixed on the car by hemp rope, the two sit on the wood, looking at the city of Beijing in the mist and rain.

Gray city walls, gray roofs, gray streets, gray crowds, all flashed by, Beijing, farewell.

The rain was still falling, the body was already soaked, the train left Beijing, driving in the green wilderness, an hour later at Fengtai Station to add water, the two of them slipped off the flatbed, ran to the front of the stuffy tank car, twisted the wire and hid in, not much effort, the car opened again.

It was warm and dry in the stuffy tanker, the doors flashed open, the cold wind swished in, and the endless fields outside, and the monotonous sound of wheels and rails crashing in my ears.

Xiao Shunzi looked outside for a long time and said slowly: "Actually, she is not my sister, she is my mother." ”

Chan didn't speak.

"My father died early, my mother pulled me up with a handful of and urine, she was a woman's family, she really couldn't support me, so she started a half-closed business, and saved a bite of food and left it to me, but I hated her, scolded her, and didn't recognize her, but she was still my mother."

Tears piled up in the eyes, but they didn't flow down, and Xiao Shunzi was like a statue.

"Cry out." Chan patted him on the shoulder.

"Mother~~~" Xiao Shunzi suddenly cried, and the feelings that had been accumulated for many years exploded in an instant, and tears rained down.

Cries echoed in the wilderness.

It's dark.

……

Miss Yao called a taxi and went straight to the Ziguang Depot, but when she entered the door, she was shocked, the yard was in a mess, several foreign cars were smashed into parts, and the driver was also injured, with gauze wrapped around his head.

"What's going on?" Miss Yao found Xue Pingshun and asked.

"A few Japanese people came to us and asked us where the big kunzi was, and when we said we didn't know, they beat people and smashed things."

"Japanese!" A flash of lightning flashed in Yao Yilei's heart, but she understood that Chen Zikun was detailed, this guy had killed Japanese spies, with the character of the Japanese, how could he give up, he was too naïve, too high-profile, Chen Zikun was originally incognito as a coachman, and it didn't attract attention, it was because of himself that his identity was exposed.

Yao Yilei sat on the ground weakly, it's over, now Chen Zikun is finished, not only will he be hunted down by Japanese spies, but he will also be wanted by the police, although Beijing is big, there is no place for him.

Xue Pingshun panicked and hurriedly helped Yao Yilei, at this time Xing'er ran in in a panic and said, "Uncle Xue, it's not good, Aunt Yanhong is dead!" ”

"What!" Xue Pingshun was shocked, and he couldn't care about Miss Yao, so he hurried back to the compound in the rain.

Yan Hong's body had been moved to the house, resting on the kang, her face covered with white paper, her body covered with a quilt, her blood had been drained, and her hands exposed outside the quilt were extremely white.

Xue Pingshun lifted the quilt and looked at it, confirming that Yan Hong was hacked to death by a sharp blade, and the murderer was probably the Japanese, he sighed and came to the courtyard, and suddenly bent down to pick up a bullet casing.

There are more than a dozen bullet casings of the same kind, and there must have been a shootout in the yard, Xue Pingshun thought about it again and again, returned to the house and said to the neighbors: "No need to report to the official, anyway, there is no one in Yanhong's house, let's help send the people." ”

The neighbors also sighed deeply, they understood the meaning of Xue Pingshun's words, Yan Hong's death must be related to Da Kunzi and Xiao Shunzi.

This prostitute, who has always been looked down upon by everyone, protected her son with her life.