Seeing that Zhang Longchu's emotions were a little out of control, because of his work, he was used to seeing the grief of the families of different victims, and he also knew that the identity of the deceased had already been determined, and Meng Daier, who was just a procedure for identifying the body, certainly knew what to do at this time.

Say goodbye to Denver, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Denver." She gently grabbed Zhang Longchu's arm and took him out of the office directly.

Twenty minutes later, the female police officer had taken Zhang Longchu, who had been acting like a puppet after leaving the school, to the forensic room of the Los Angeles West District Police Department.

Lifting the white cloth on the face of the covered corpse on the operating table, she asked softly, "Student Zhang, may I ask him is your father, Baker. Mr. Hodcht? ”

Looking at the familiar face that looked unusually pale and old under the direct illumination of the operating lamp, Zhang Longchu's fixed eyes gradually began to refocus, and after more than ten seconds, he replied in a dry voice: "He is my father, police officer."

May I ask how he died? ”

"Of course you have the right to know about the death of the deceased, but are you sure you want to know about it?" Perhaps it was because the victim's family was so young that Mondel was moved by compassion, she asked softly.

"That's right, I know that this kind of thing is meaningless, isn't it, dead is dead..."Zhang Longchu thought about it and said softly.

Seeing his depressed appearance, Meng Daier comforted: "Classmate Zhang, my father has also passed away, so I understand the pain of losing a loved one.

But no matter what, our lives will go on, and looking at life with an optimistic and positive attitude is the right attitude, and you are not yet 16 years old, so we have notified the 'Children's Rights Protection Agency', and the staff there will take care of your later life..."

"Living in an orphanage and waiting to be adopted by well-wishers, I've had enough of that before." Zhang Longchu shook his head and said.

Hearing this seemingly insipid, but heart-wrenching words that made people feel pain in their hearts, Meng Daier choked up for a moment, sighed and said: "You are only 15 years old, you are still a child, and you always need the help of adults.

Regarding your father's murder, our police will do our best to investigate it, and we will definitely notify you as soon as we have the results that can be announced. ”

"I know," Zhang Longchu nodded, "Then if there is nothing else, I want to leave, Officer Mondel, I need, I need to go home and rest for a while." ”

"Do you want me to send you back, Mr. Zhang, maybe we can have a good talk?" Somewhat surprised by the speed at which Zhang Longchu's emotions recovered, Meng Daier thought for a while and said.

Hearing this, Zhang Longchu shook his head and refused: "Thank you, no need, now I just want to be alone." He turned and left the morgue.

Walking out of the gate of the police station, he found a bench on the street casually, sat for more than an hour without knowing what to think, and then returned to his home on Orange Street.

Walking into his room, Zhang Longchu knelt on the ground and opened an old floor by the window in the living room, took out a canned food box, and after opening it, he took out a thick stack of hundred-yuan bills rolled up inside.

Putting the money in his coat pocket, he went to the kitchen on the first floor and found a steel knife more than a foot long with a thick quilt chopping bones.

Recalling that this knife was just adopted by the Bakers, because of malnutrition, the old Baker specially bought it for himself to chop bones, fat chicken, and make soup, Zhang Longchu couldn't help but smile with nostalgia.

After a few swings, he felt that it was very good, and he covered the knife with his shirt and pinned it to the belt behind his back. Quietly left home, returned to the rented short-term rental apartment, and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was more than nine o'clock in the night, and when I looked at the time, I saw that there were dozens of missed calls with different numbers on the phone, and Zhang Longchu turned off the mobile phone directly without even clicking on it.

Out of his room, he wandered back down the streets to Orange Street, where he walked to the small restaurant that Kenny owned.

This time the restaurant was still empty.

Zhang Longchu walked to the bar and sat down, smiled and said, "Hi Kenny, good evening."

As always, bring me a bacon sausage set, plus a bowl of tomato and pea soup, and the bread should be whole wheat and sugar-free. ”

Kenny, who had been sitting in a daze at the bar, stiffened when he heard this, and then stood up silently and opened the refrigerator on the side.

Looking at his busy back, Zhang Longchu was silent for a while, and said softly: "Do you know Uncle Kenny, when I was in school this afternoon, a police officer came to look for me..."

"Really," Kenny replied in a soft, hoarse voice.

"Yes, a female police officer from the 'Organized Crime Fighting Unit' came to me to identify the body, not the Homicide Unit, the Serious Crime Unit, but the 'Organized Crime Unit', what do you think this means?" Zhang Longchu asked again with a smile.

Kenny's cooking action stopped, he was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Baker wants you to live well, even if you go to heaven, no, people like him will definitely go to hell like me, but even so, he will definitely want you to live well." ”

"Haha... Guess that after an old man who has lived smartly in the slums for more than 60 years, and died to stand up for himself, do you think I can still live well? Zhang Longchu asked with a chuckle.

"Guess what you can do?" Hearing this, Kenny seemed to be provoked into a roar, and turned sharply and yelled and asked rhetorically.

Facing the old man's pressing momentum, Zhang Longchu took out all the rice bills from his pocket and threw them on the bar, "Didn't you say a few days ago that there are many people who want that mad dog to die early, listen to the tone, including you."

I'll let you get what you want, just give me a gun, preferably not the 'castrations' with reduced range and power in the gun supermarket, but a reworked version of the power enhancement, and it would be even better if you could get some more bombs. ”

"You, are you crazy?" I didn't expect Zhang Longchu to make such a request, Kenny said with his mouth wide open in surprise.

"I'm really crazy Kenny, because only a madman wouldn't be afraid of a madman, right," Zhang Longchu said softly, feeling the steel knife from his back waist, "I'm crazy now, so you might as well give me a gun today;

or shoot me to death;

Or I cut my neck with a knife and snatched the gun;

Or we will all end up, and there will only be these four endings, and the choice is yours. ”

Kenny has lived in the chaotic neighborhood of Orange Street for decades and experienced all kinds of dangerous scenes, but he still shuddered when he was stared at by Zhang Longchu's gaze that seemed to be drained of emotion, and exclaimed, "Longchu, you are really, really crazy!"

You, do you know what you're going to do again? ”

"Of course I know I'm doing it," Zhang Longchu nodded and said, "Kenny, it seems that although I've known each other for five or six years, you still don't know my character, and that's right, before Baker died, I didn't expect that I had such an arrogant side..."

Hearing this, Kenny looked at Zhang Longchu for a long time with a shocked face, his expression slowly regained his calm, and he said, "Okay, I'll give you the gun, tomorrow, come see me at this time tomorrow." ”

Zhang Longchu shook his head and said, "Tomorrow, no."

An old fox like you will change his mind at any time once he regains his savvy, and the best thing to do is to take revenge by surprise, and if it drags on for a long time, it is easy to change, so I must get the gun today.

Don't tell me you own a restaurant on Orange Street, but you don't even have a weapon on hand. ”

Kenny shook his head and said, "I naturally have the weapons for self-defense, but not as powerful as the ones you just asked for. ”

"Then take me to buy it," Zhang Longchu said as expected: "You have such a wide range of friends, selling news everywhere, it is impossible not to even know where there is a black market for firearms." ”

"Didn't you just say that an old fox like me will change his attention at any time, how can I go to the black market with me to trade with me now without fear of being deceived?" Kenny said in a sarcastic tone.

"Because I really can't help it," Zhang Longchu sighed and said with a wry smile: "I'm not yet eighteen years old, and I can't legally buy guns in Los Angeles, and I'm afraid of attracting the attention of that mad dog when I go to the black market to buy guns, so the only way to think about it is to find you."

Now I can only hope that you will at least tonight, at least tonight, remember the decades of friendship with Old Baker, and help me fulfill my wish to buy a gun and take revenge. ”

Hearing this, Kenny's face changed again, as if he was caught in a memory, and he was silent for a while, and said in an astringent voice, "But if I give you the gun, it will be equivalent to sending you to death." ”

"How do you know that I will definitely die, maybe it is that mad dog who will die, and even if I die, it is much better than living every day than dying," Zhang Longchu said in a low voice: "I have only been tormented by hatred for a long time, and I am already uncomfortable and going crazy, so please, Kenny, please help me this time, okay?" ”

Kenny's face was silent for a long time because of the remembrance and pain shown by Zhang Longchu, and finally gritted his teeth, reached out and pulled hard somewhere under the bar countertop, turned over the dark drawer, and took out a second-hand pistol.

The pistol was in the shape of a revolver, with a cylindrical magazine that could only hold three rounds, and a dark red wooden handle that shimmered with a faint oil, and was obviously often rubbed in.

"This is a weapon from a friend when I left Orange Street to wander outside when I was younger," Kenny said, staring tenderly at the pistol, "I named her 'Lady in the Red Dress.'"

At the beginning, among the mercenaries who pioneered the 'Green Feather Bird Plane'... Forget it, it's all in the past, and now she's yours. He walked up to Zhang Longchu and put the gun on the bar.