Chapter 22: Wu Wei

Got a knife?

Fang Jian remembered that he had used the steel bar for two days and his eggs hurt, and when he opened the cabinet in the evidence room, more than a dozen knives of different lengths were stacked in the cabinet in a mess.

Zhao Jun hurriedly explained: "These are all confiscated controlled knives, because there is no criminal record, so they are temporarily stored here"

Fang Jian flipped over casually, most of them were machetes made of iron sheets, watermelon knives, light and fluttering, it's okay to scare the living, use this knife to cut the living corpse? Joke, Fang Jian casually threw it aside.

There are three good knives, the Tibetan knife made of stainless steel, the long one is forty centimeters, the short one is about twenty-five centimeters, the thick back of the knife, the thin blade is extremely sharp, the brass handle, the cold feeling in the hand, that is, the Tibetan style scabbard is too fancy.

A round tube slipped out of the corner, holding it heavily in his hand, one end was made into a handle-shaped, there was a gap in the middle, Fang Jian held the handle and gently twitched, and a strange dagger appeared in front of him.

The blade of the dagger is not long, only about twelve or thirteen centimeters, but the blade has three blades, looking at this dagger restructured with an industrial three-edged tool knife, Fang Jian showed a satisfied smile on his face, the wisdom of the masses is really infinite! This three-edged dagger is no worse than a military thorn.

I am already very satisfied with finding a few good knives and square swords, there are not many bullets, the power of the pistol is limited, and the effect of dealing with cold weapons of living corpses cannot be ignored, but it seems that no one can use a knife, right?

Fang Jian asked intently, "Is there anything else?" ”

"No, no"

Zhao Jun accompanied the smiling face, muttering in his heart, we are a police station, not an underworld.

"What's that?"

Fang Jian saw a strip of object wrapped in linen cloth on the top floor of the cabinet.

Zhao Jun was a little surprised: "I don't know, it seems to be something that has been put for a long time"

Fang Jian stretched out his hand and took it, the weight is not light, I'm afraid there are ten catties!

Upon closer inspection, the strip of canvas wrapped around the canvas was covered with dust, and the original color was no longer visible, and the strip of cloth faded to reveal a rusty long knife, and the oil that protected the knife had long since turned into dry sludge, mixed with rust into an ugly yellow-brown oil.

This is a strange long knife, the blade is about one meter long, the handle is about 30 cm, the round brass gauntlet is full of patina, the slender blade, the thin blade, the back of the knife is more than one centimeter, a bit of the shape of a Japanese knife, but it is not the oblique cut tip of a Japanese knife, the perfect curved line intersects with the spine, is this an ancient knife, Fang Jian thought about it and felt a little hot in his heart.

Fang Jian looked at Zhao Jun: "When was this knife confiscated?" ”

Zhao Jun was puzzled: "I don't know, I really don't know that there is such a thing"

To wipe off the oil, Fang Jian was disappointed, this is a cottage antique knife, it can be seen that it is made of spring steel plates, but although it is a cottage, it is a boutique in the cottage, the blade has a forged spiral pattern, and the yellow rust can not hide the faint blue of the blade quenching.

All this fully illustrates the professional and technical level of the production, the two small characters at the handle of the knife, carefully identified, are the two words of Wuwei.

Wuwei, Wenfeng Wuwei?

Fang Jian, who is nearly half a hundred years old, naturally knows that in that chaotic era, Jiangcheng and the adjacent mountain city at that time were the most powerful places for martial arts, and it was also an area densely populated by military industrial enterprises, and the cemetery of the dead in the mountain city has always been a forbidden area stipulated by the state.

Stroking the long knife, Fang Jian muttered to himself: "Wu Wei, Wu Wei, it seems that I have to use you to defend myself by force"

Zhao Jun took the knife and waved it a few times, and hurriedly put it down: "Who can move such a heavy knife?" ”

Fang Jian smiled, took the long knife, and thought to himself, this is tailor-made for me!

"Xiao Zhao, we have to find another car, your police car is too small to hold much substance"

Gathered everyone together, several women changed into police uniforms, the wide police uniforms covered Miaoman's figure, and the women's faces showed a little unnaturalness, that is, they didn't find the right shoes, and they were still wearing the previous high heels, but they had seen the miserable situation in the post office, where did they dare to complain again?

Fang Jian looked at everyone and said: "This is the case, we have to collect supplies in the town, and then continue to hurry, Officer Zhao introduced that there are not many people left in the town, but we have made such a big move and no one has come out, it is estimated that most of them are more than lucky, everyone should be more careful, and when we find a clothing store, change our shoes!" ”

Fang Jian took out a 64 pistol and handed it to You Ren, as well as three magazines, and the rest of the pistols were packed in his backpack, ignoring Yang Mei and Li Ping's longing eyes, he only equipped them with batons and watermelon knives, and warned them not to hurt themselves.

It's not that Fang Jian is stingy, and when he thinks of the two women with pistols behind him and they don't know what to do, he can't help but feel numb in his scalp.

Fang Jian was still wearing his original clothes, and the police uniform was not the size he could wear, but his feet were replaced with a pair of police leather shoes, which was more comfortable.

Fang Jian called Zhao Jun: "Xiao Zhao, are the other people left behind at their posts?" ”

Zhao Jun thought for a while: "I don't know, but when Lao Zhang and I were patrolling, the mayor notified us to eat at the right time, will we all be there?" ”

Fang Jian asked, "Where's the seasonal meal?" ”

Zhao Jun gestured: "After the turntable to the street, it is"

If you want to collect supplies in this town, you have to eliminate the uncertainties, Fang Jian is not afraid of any government leaders now, and the only thing that makes him afraid is those unknown mutated living corpses.

Fang Jian picked up the long knife and stepped out of the gate of the police station.

"Let's go! Let's go to the seasonal meal to have a look, Debao, Xiao Zhao is with me, the woman follows, and the dog is also with us."