Ever since I took over the handgun case, I have always felt that Liu Qianshou's attitude is vacillating. Sometimes he hates guns, and sometimes he has a feeling of pampering him. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that they are from the same unit.

Liu Qian pulled a chair over and sat next to me. However, he sat very weakly, as if he was sitting down coldly, which also showed that he was tired at this time.

He asked for a cigarette, and after inhaling half of it silently, he said, "Li Feng, putting aside its own meaning, how do you understand the word 'bird is hidden in the bow'?" ”

I'll sum it up, since I don't want to mean it, let's take it literally. I said, "When you're done and the tools are useless, you can put them away." ”

Liu Qianshou sneered and asked again, "Then what should I do if this tool is lonely after it is hidden?" Especially if it can't control this loneliness? ”

I knew that Liu Tou'er was referring to the gun, and I also replied from the bottom of my heart, "If its loneliness endangers society, then it will be punished accordingly, and killing people will pay for their lives!" ”

Liu Qianshou sighed and told me that he also had this idea in his heart, but this does not mean that this idea is right. There are no absolutes in everything, and from the perspective of being a policeman, of course, we must bring this "tool" who is unwilling to be lonely to justice, but from another point of view, we may be able to open the net.

I tasted the true meaning of his words, but unfortunately I couldn't understand it thoroughly, and even the more I pondered it, the more I didn't understand it.

Liu Qian snuffed out the cigarette with his hand, especially when he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and said with this strength, "I can't accept that bastard, I can't accept it!" But this matter is really over, and he won't live long, I hope he doesn't do anything to Qiqi before he dies, otherwise I'll go crazy! ”

When I think of Qiqi, I am anxious for Liu Qianshou. Of course, I know how much this father loves his daughter, but he cares so much, why did he let go of the gun this morning?

Liu Qianshou didn't want to talk to me about this topic, so he took the initiative to pick up the piece of paper and turned it over to look at it.

He pointed to the scab and smirk and asked me, "You understand this, but can you understand why you and Wang Gensheng are weird one after another?" ”

I shook my head, admitting that I hadn't figured it out yet.

Liu Qian carried one thing in his hand. That rope is the stinky rope I brought back in my pocket when I first went to the scene of a murder. At that time, I asked Wang Gensheng to throw it in the trash, but it was inadvertently discovered by Liu Qianshou.

That rope had mutated cyst eggs in it. Although this poisonous insect has killed many people, it has also contributed to scientific research from other perspectives. So far, at least, it has also contributed to saving lives.

It is said that when I heard the news, I should have a feeling of sudden enlightenment, after all, as soon as this mystery was revealed, it also ended my heart. However, I always feel that Liu Qianshou explained this in words, he used cystic eggs as an example, but talked about gunfire.

I still wanted to ask in detail, but Liu Qianshou said that he was tired and wanted to go back to his office to rest, so we ended the conversation.

I spent the day sitting alone in the office, and I took out my phone. There were photos of those soldiers in my phone, and I uploaded them to my computer and zoomed them in.

Since Du Xing calls Hou Guoxiong a political commissar, there must be a shadow of Hou Guoxiong in this photo. Unfortunately, I searched several times and couldn't find him anywhere.

In the evening, the police station received a call that someone had found a male corpse and a girl on the hill behind Hongluo Village. The boy's body hung dead on a tree, and the girl hid beside the tree in a daze. And the reporter didn't dare to leave to look at it, saying that the man's corpse looked like a zombie from a distance, especially on his face.

I have a very bold guess that this male corpse is a gunshot, and this girl is Qiqi. Unexpectedly, Hou Guoxiong's words were very accurate, the gun was indeed not harming people before he died, but what about his own corpse? Why is it hanging on a tree?

I wasn't the most nervous person when I heard the news. After hearing this, Liu Qianshou looked very impatient, beckoned Du Xing and me, and quickly walked downstairs with forensic doctors and relevant technicians, driving two police cars to Hongluo Village.

Duchenne didn't have to go. This time it was not to catch the thief, but to look at the corpse of the gun, he had a leg injury and was inconvenient, so he could stay at the police station to recuperate.

But he asked to go, not because he wanted to see the gunshot's death.

When we arrived in Hongluo Village and it was nightfall, Liu Qianshou asked the forensic doctor not to go over first, and when he gave his order, he took Du Xing and me to the scene to investigate first.

Liu Qianshou was the leader of this operation, and he said this, of course, the forensic doctors had to obey the order. We followed the address we had written down earlier, found the back mountain, and also found the location of the gunshot's death.

We arrived on foot, and when I saw the murder scene for the first time, I was blown away. The gun hung upside down from a tree with a crooked neck, his neck had been cut, and a box was placed under his head, and all the blood that flowed from his neck was sprinkled on it.

At this time, the erosion of the gun's face was much more serious than when I saw it in the morning, especially the cheekbones were faintly exposed.

Qiqi sat under the crooked neck tree, holding a scimitar in his hand, and the whole person was curled up in a ball, trembling with fright. I saw that Qiqi was still alive, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But Liu Qianshou howled like crazy, threw away and strode towards her, and hugged his daughter in his arms.

Du Xing saw it better than me, sighed and said, "The gun brake was seriously injured by Liu Qianshou's flies, and this revenge finally took revenge." He must have instigated Qiqi to kill himself and end his seriously ill body early, but this brought a lot of psychological shadows to Qiqi. ”

Seeing that I didn't seem to understand, Duchenne explained in detail, "How old is Qiqi?" At this time, if you have experienced a murder incident yourself, it will leave an imprint in your mind, and even time will not erase it. And as he gets older, if it's serious, it will make Qiqi have a desire to kill people. ”

I understand, to put it bluntly, it's a psychological distortion. If it is really said by Duchenne, it is hard to imagine what life will be like after Qiqi! She's a girl, and every time she's bored, she thinks of killing, how terrifying is this?

I think of a person, Hou Guoxiong, isn't he a psychiatrist, maybe he can heal the wound of Qiqi through psychotherapy. But now is not the time to talk about this, I made up my mind, and I will definitely suggest to Liu Qianshou afterwards that he take Qiqi for a trip. Liu Qian couldn't bother talking to us at all with Qiqi in his hands, and he also played a trick and poked Qiqi's neck with his thumb to forcibly knock her out.

I don't understand why Liu Tou'er did this, but he must have a point.

Duchenne and I both approached the gunshots, and the ground was covered in dried blood. Duchenne asked me to find some dry soil to bury the bloodstain and make room to come out, and he sat on it again.

I didn't have as much patience as him, so I had to squat aside. He reached out and pulled out the box, opening it in front of me.

The box was similar to a stationery box, and the first thing that caught your eye when it was opened was a letter with various medals pressed underneath. If you compare the medal to a dollar coin, then there must be thirty or fifty dollars here.

Duchenne opened the letter first, and I took a flashlight, so I shone it with it, and we read it together.

The letter was written with a gun, and his handwriting was ugly, even worse than Duchenne's spider crawl.

In the letter, he said that his father was a soldier and wanted him to be a warrior. He did that, and for as long as he can remember, he has been working on his physical fitness, learning fighting techniques, and slowly getting into the hands of guns.

When he grew up, he didn't know how many tasks he had done or how many honors he had received. Anyway, according to his words, without his presence, many wicked people and terrorists would succeed and hurt or even kill many innocent people.

As a soldier, it is his duty to obey orders, and he has never regretted doing these tasks. But his hands were stained with more blood, and his psychology was changing little by little, and he had the idea of indulgence. When he was in the army, he had the opportunity to release this pressure, but after retiring, he faced the embarrassing situation of having no one to kill, and sometimes he looked at the knife and wanted to cut the flesh from himself.

He was confused for a time, and he also killed innocent people. But then the little commissar called him and thought of a solution for him. Let him go to a remote village to open a casino with a few veterans who also have his thoughts, and use the man's gambling psychology to divert and release this murderous thought.

And they did, and it worked. But one day, a gambler played a scoundrel and threatened them with a bomb, which revived the desire to kill that he had hidden in his heart for many years.

He killed the gambler, and in his opinion, the gambler was a bad guy and absolutely damned. If he doesn't deal with the gambler, the gambler will definitely threaten the lives of others in the future. But for the sake of this gambler, the police came to trouble them and took the opportunity to kill his brother.

He didn't understand what they had done wrong, especially since his brothers had done a lot of missions and saved a lot of people before. Are they only allowed to make meritorious contributions to save many people, but they are not allowed to commit suicide by committing suicide to a bad person? And the desire to kill in their hearts is also generated because of the mission, in order to let more people live.

He was enraged and began to retaliate frantically. It wasn't up to his intellect, he ended up letting a girl end his life, maybe he was sinful in the eyes of others, but at the moment of death, he still felt that he had done nothing wrong. If there is an afterlife, he will never choose to be a warrior, but would rather be a farmer, because being a warrior is a very loss-making "business". No one remembers their good, only their bad.

I watched it very slowly, and when I finished reading it, I didn't know what it was like. To be honest, I don't even know what to say about the gun's letter, but I can't say that what he wrote is all crooked, there is really something helpless about it.

I feel that with his gun-fighting skills, he is definitely a good soldier and definitely the best choice to be an ace special forces, but he is also a complete villain. If it is not true to be right or wrong, it can only be said that this kind of person is not suitable for being a soldier, his bow is too easy to be lonely, and it is too easy to come out and make trouble when the bird is hiding the bow.