The bald head followed behind Wang Sheng slowly: "Dude, you said that you are two hundred and five to what extent, this is a real pistol, can't you see it? Don't you know that the guns in this world are charged?"

Wang Sheng didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and slowly turned his head: "Dude, I've lived for more than 20 years, and I've never heard of a rechargeable pistol, you can trick a three-year-old child with these! Don't say I didn't warn you, if you dare to follow me again, I'll send you to charge." ”

The bald head stood in place and shouted to Wang Sheng: "Dude, you said that you already know that you have lived for more than 20 years, do you still want to live like this? This is indeed a real pistol, and the gun is really charged, the charger should be in the bag you grabbed yesterday, if you don't believe it, you rummage through your bag, and find the charger, don't you know it." ”

Wang Sheng stopped, among the loot he snatched yesterday, there was indeed a charger, and there were no items in his backpack that could be charged, the pistol was charged, no bullets, Wang Sheng still couldn't believe it, however, there are too many unexpected things in this world, and the pistol charging may really exist.

The bald head looked at Wang Sheng's back, and handed over the gun again: "Whether it's charged or not, as long as you plug the gun into the charger, you will know." In this world, you can't think about things with your mind, and many things are beyond your imagination. ”

He took the gun from the bald man's hand again, and looked at it carefully, except that there was no magazine, there was no difference from the gun in other places.

"How many people have you fooled with this trick?"

There was no trace of nervousness on the bald face: "What am I lying to people, what can't you just say or listen, you have to try it yourself, after trying, don't you understand everything?"

Wang Sheng returned to the small hotel room again, plugged in the charger, and sure enough, a red light appeared at the bottom of the gun and kept flashing.

The bald head said calmly: "This gun is charging now, and every time it is charged, a light will turn on." ”

Although the charger matches the gun, and the red light at the bottom of the gun is flashing, it still can't prove that the gun is real: "If this gun is real, I'll give you food, if this gun is fake, I'll eat you." ”

The bald head patted his chest and said: "Dude, don't worry, I dare to use my life to guarantee that this shot is absolutely real, or you give me a cookie first, I'm going to starve to death!"

In this world, there is nothing more precious than food, and if this shot is fake, your own biscuits are meat buns and dogs will never look back. Wang Sheng shook his head: "No, if the gun is real, I'll give you a big bag of biscuits." Anyway, I'm going to try it again, so it's better to wait for the battery to be charged, and then I'll talk about it after I've tried it!. ”

The bald head hung his head and said, "I have to wait! When the second light is turned on, it will be filled with a bullet." You must give it to me when you try it!"

Wang Sheng suddenly had doubts: "I remember that this gun belongs to that man, why is it in your hands, are you two in the same group?"

The bald head hurriedly waved his hand and said, "The two of us are definitely not in the same group! I don't know him."

Wang Sheng sneered, pretending to know everything: "You still want to lie to me? I advise you to tell the truth, otherwise I will make your death ugly!"

The bald head touched his shiny head, with a very aggrieved expression: "No, I'm really not with him, why don't you believe it?"

Wang Sheng looked at the bald head intently: "Since you are not with him, then tell me, how did this gun come from?"

"I picked it up!" said the bald head, "I picked it up next to the train track!"

Wang Sheng carefully recalled that he pushed the man off the train, and the gun should have fallen on the side of the train track, and if the bald head passed by there, there was a great chance that the gun would be found.

The bald head sighed and said regretfully: "I used to have a better gun than this, but unfortunately it was gone, and I regretted it to death." ”

"You?" Wang Sheng asked curiously: "Alas, bald, you tell me when you came to this world and what you have experienced, tell me, and I will give you an extra piece of beef." “

When the bald head heard that there was still beef, his eyes suddenly flashed with excitement, and he rolled up his sleeves and told his story endlessly.

Everyone's life is a wonderful story, but we all ignore the true meaning of the story, and we are looking for those so-called happiness, but we don't know that happiness is actually around us.

The bald head has been in this world for more than half a year, he was originally a bus driver, and he didn't come home until after eight o'clock every night, although it was very hard, but he was very content. Until one day half a year ago, when he came home from work as usual, an unexpected thing happened and his family couldn't see him. A terrible thought suddenly arose in his mind, he was dead, now he was just a soul, he looked at his wife sitting at the dining table anxiously waiting for him, he cried, he was different from Wang Sheng, he was afraid of death, he was even more afraid of leaving his relatives.

The bald head sat across from his wife, watching his wife hot the dishes on the table over and over again, he wanted to hug her, but he couldn't. He thinks that it won't be long before he sets foot on Huangquan Road, and he will never see his lover.

The door suddenly opened, and a young man in his twenties stood in the doorway smiling at him, his wife completely indifferent to someone entering the house, as if she didn't see anything. The young man walked up to the bald man, claimed to be the guide, handed him a regular canvas bag, and told him that if I wanted to return to the real world, I had to pick it up and fight for it myself.

The bald head couldn't understand why this young man couldn't see him, and he didn't understand the meaning of this young man's words. The guide sat beside the bald head, and the smile on his face looked so annoying. The guide tells the bald head that now he has no choice but to pick up this backpack and kill people, and for each person he kills, his points will rise, and when his points reach a certain level, he can choose to return to the life that belongs to him.

The bald head, like Wang Sheng, thinks that this person is a psychopath. The guide also tells the bald head that when he has enough points, the guide will come back to him. After saying this, the guide slowly walked to the door, suddenly stopped, turned his head and said, "I'm optimistic about you!"

Wang Sheng has also heard this sentence, the bald head is the same as Wang Sheng, but he doesn't understand the meaning.

Sitting in his chair with a bald head, he didn't understand what all this was about. The door was gently shut, and the bald man hurried out, but he saw no sign of the guide.

The bald head is an old-fashioned multi-storey house, there is only an ordinary staircase up and down the stairs, and the bald head ran upstairs and downstairs a few times, but never found the guide, as if he disappeared out of thin air, and disappeared. The bald head returned home depressed, and his wife heated the dish again, looking at the virtuous wife, the bald head didn't know what to do.

The canvas bag lay quietly on the table, carefully opened the bag, and it contained a pistol, a charger, a plastic water bottle, two bags of compressed biscuits, a bag of compressed beef, and an ordinary A4 piece of paper.

Wang Sheng asked curiously, "Then what kind of gun is yours?"

The bald head touched his head and replied: "I am just an ordinary bus driver, I have never been a soldier, I have never lived in wartime, and guns are really a foreign thing for people like me." I don't know what kind of gun it is. ”

In China, guns are controlled, and for ordinary people, guns are indeed untouchable, and those who can access guns are basically all state service personnel.

The bald head continued: "I didn't believe it was all true, I thought I was just a dream, but then the feeling of hunger was really uncomfortable, can you feel the pain of starvation? Within a day, I discovered my first target, an old woman in her fifties. ”

"Wait!" Wang Sheng interrupted his bald head: "Old lady in her fifties?