Chu Han pulled out his box from under the closet, and then blew on the box, and the dust suddenly flew up.

No way, who let him live in a small place. This box was originally followed by him to fight in the south and the north, and finally settled down and let Chu Han stuff it under the closet.

If there is a spirit in the box, it will definitely cry out loudly that it is unladylike.

Chu Han coughed violently, and tears came down in less than three seconds, this was not a moving tear, but choked by dust.

After coughing a few times, Chu Han wiped his eyes before unzipping the box. The zipper must also be a little rusty, making a tooth-aching sound, and it is difficult to pull.

Open the lid of the box, and on top of a few torn clothes, lie quietly...... Pistol!

That's right, pistols!

Chu Han almost scolded the group leader, if he didn't tell him, he wouldn't know how he died if he was investigated one day!

Pistols, more powerful than controlled knives! It can be said that it is not as good as controlled knives, at least controlled knives can be explained, and there is no need to go to jail.

"Group leader, group leader, why is it a pistol?" Chu Han sent a message in the group.

The group leader immediately replied in seconds: "What's wrong with the pistol, do you still like it?" ”

Within ten seconds of the group leader's message, other people's complaints about partiality were overwhelming.

The group leader retorted a few words, and those people quieted down.

"It's not a matter of liking it or not, it's that this thing is breaking the law!" Chu Han said.

"What law is broken? You are now considered civil servants of the prefecture, how can you do without law enforcement equipment? The group leader responded, "Besides, can you break the law?" If any of you is a traitor, I will let him come to the underworld to accompany me!" I've already delivered the weapon, do a good job, don't let me down! ”

After the group owner sent this message, he completely dived and retreated.

Chu Han was helpless, so he had to pick up the gun from the suitcase and look at it carefully. The gun is black as a whole, with a faint gold pattern on the handle. The whole gun doesn't look like something modern, it's more aged.

Chu Han held the gun in his hand, and there was no cold feeling of metal on the handle, but a sense of warmth, as if it was blended with his own hand.

Although there is still a certain danger in carrying such a pistol that looks more like a handicraft on the street, Chu Han is still relatively satisfied on the whole. When I go to work during the day, I leave my gun at home and take it out when I have a task.

As soon as Chu Han had a thought, he felt a tingling pain appear in his palm, and there was a slight itching. He looked down and couldn't help but be shocked.

The gun that was originally in his hand had begun to slowly melt, and then disappeared into his palm little by little. Chu Han was in a hurry, he couldn't figure out what was going on, and wanted to use his mobile phone to ask the group leader, but his hand was no longer obedient.

The whole process lasted five minutes, and his arm froze for five minutes, until the pistol was completely gone, and he regained his mobility.

"Group leader, group leader, the gun you gave me is gone, it's melting!" Chu Han hurriedly touched his mobile phone and sent a message.

"Is it melting, or is it gone?" The group leader asked, "What did you do?" ”

"I didn't do anything, really! It just melted in the palm of my hand and was gone! Chu Han replied. ”

"Did you think about something?" The group leader's question was meaningful.

"I ......" Chu Han was stunned for a moment, what did he think? He was thinking about something, he was just thinking about how to carry the gun.

"Could it be ......" Chu Han's message was not finished, and the group leader sent a message like an uncertain prophet.

"Got it? That's what you think! Whatever you want, it can change shape on its own. "With your own mind, it can reappear." Remember, be kind to it, it has a soul! ”

When the message was sent here, another message was suddenly sent to everyone: "You are all the same!" ”

Others hurriedly posted words or emojis such as "received" and "OK" in the group.

Chu Han wiped the sweat from his head and looked at his right hand, where there was a black mark of injury in the inconspicuous place of his right wrist. The mark is not large, only the size of a dime steel jump, and you will not notice it unless you look closely or are covered by your sleeve.

After this busy meal, Chu Han looked at his watch and it was almost one o'clock in the morning, so he hurriedly packed up his mood and prepared to sleep.

Chu Han turned off the lamp at the head of his bed, covered the quilt and still felt a little cold, so he secretly decided to pay the heating bill first on Sunday.

The room fell into darkness, Chu Han's snoring gradually sounded, he was really too tired, the task given to him by the supervisor was troublesome and laborious, and after such a series of shocks, he was already nervously fatigued.

"When...... Dangdang...... When ......"

Chu Han, who was asleep, turned over.

"Knock knock...... Knock knock! ”

Chu Han opened his mouth, suddenly opened his eyes, and stared at the ceiling full of fear.

At first he thought he was dreaming, but then he woke up to a few sounds, it was not a dream!

"Knock knock! Knock knock! ”

Chu Han turned to look at the door, he thought it was a sound from upstairs, who would have thought that it was the sound from his own door.

Chu Han turned on the light, and cold sweat flowed down again. The time on the phone is 2:45, and someone is knocking on their door!

But what normal person would knock on someone's door at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night?

"Who...... Who? Who is it? Chu Han's mouth was not good, he thought that his mouth must be trembling now.

Not only his mouth, but his legs began to tremble under the quilt, and if it weren't for the slightest restraint, his bed would have started to get watery now.

"Who, who!" Chu Han asked again, but in response to him, there was another series of knocks on the door.

Chu Han turned his heart sideways, thinking that it would not be a problem to consume it like this, so he simply opened the door to see who the sacredness was.

But he couldn't just open the door, and with a thought in his heart, a pistol that looked like a handicraft appeared on his open right hand.

With a weapon in his hand, Chu Han became a little bolder, and the group leader told him that this gun could not only kill ghosts, but also the souls of the living.

Chu Han walked to the door and listened to the movement, there was no footsteps outside, and there was no breathing sound through the door, which made him basically conclude.

Just as he was pressing his ear against the door, there was a knock on the door, almost deafening his ear. A sense of fear arose, and my hands began to tremble unconsciously.

"Son, open the door!" An old man's voice.

Chu Han was suddenly confused? Son? What's going on? I am not a native of Anding City, and my parents are not in Anding City.

But why does this voice feel a little familiar?

"Could it be ......" Chu Han thought of a possibility, and then slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door from the inside.

An old man, probably in his sixties, stood at the door, staring at the door expectantly.

"Big, uncle, why are you?" Chu Han was a little surprised, but he was not surprised.

"Hey, why are you? Isn't this my son's house? The old man was surprised.

Chu Han shook his head, quickly put the gun in his hand back, and said, "Uncle, you are in the wrong place, this is my home." ”

"Alas, people are old, they can't remember anything, they don't even remember their son's home, and they came to you in the middle of the night." The old man was a little annoyed, "Thanks to you, I still have a meal." ”

"That's it, uncle, you come in first, and I'll take you to your son when it's dawn." Chu Han looked at the corridor, fortunately there was no one at this time, otherwise he would really think he would be a psychopath when he was seen talking to himself alone.

The old man did not shirk and stepped into Chu Han's room. Chu Han sighed secretly, and said in his heart that he didn't have to sleep this night.