"What time is it?"

The room was still dark, and Gu Tie sat up like a corpse, looking at the carved window lattices in the White Russian style of the weapons showroom with blazing eyes.

"Forty o'clock. You're not a mercenary or a ** organization, why are you so vigilant?" Barr, who failed to sneak out, patted his head in distress, got out from under the curtain, and threw a bag of things on Gu Tie's bed. "Bulletproof vests, radiation suits with life support devices and Geiger counters, self-defense pistols, micro fuel cells with Euro standard interfaces, communication equipment. I don't want you to rush to the front line, but this time it's a dead man's job. Be careful, don't be too aggressive. ”

Gu Tie saw that Barvindra's handsome Dravidian face was covered with camouflage ointment, and he knew that this ** leader with an extraordinary background was guilty of presence syndrome again, "In China, there is a mass movement that occurs every year, with tens of millions of people directly participating and indirectly affecting hundreds of millions of people, called the college entrance examination. He said with a wicked grin.

"India has it too. Grade 12 Graduation Exams. Barr looked at him.

"On the eve of the college entrance examination, there are many innocent boys and girls who become nervous, tired, anxious, irritable, unable to eat, unable to sleep, frequent urination, urgency, unclean urination, cold hands and feet, dark eyes, memory loss, incontinence, this is called 'pre-exam syndrome'. He laughed and pointed to Barr's face, "Dear comrade-in-arms, go back and get some sleep, the language exam doesn't start until nine o'clock." ”

"We set off at nine. Bal pushed open the window with a dark face and rolled out.

"Wait a minute!" Gu Tie turned over and got out of bed, ran to the side of the bed and rushed down and shouted: "Let me ask, is the radiation protection suit bulletproof?"

"No!" Barr's straight figure was stuck in the dark garden like a javelin.

"Is the bulletproof vest worn inside or outside the radiation suit?"

"Inside!"

"In a radiation environment, the bullet hits the chest, the person is fine, the biochemical suit is leaking, isn't that person the same as hanging?"

"That's on the outside!"

"That is, according to the principle of bulletproof vests, we are going to wear this bulky radiation-proof thing as underwear after dawn?"

“......”

Bell's figure flickered twice, and disappeared speechlessly. Gu Tie villain laughed wildly.

Five minutes later, he closed the window and lay back in bed, but he didn't feel sleepy. Gu tossed around like a pancake for a long time, simply got up, turned on the light, got dressed, put away the marching bed, went to the bathroom on the second floor to brush his teeth and wash his face, punched twice in the corridor, and returned to the house, it was only ten o'clock.

He turned around a few times, picked up the well-maintained M1911 pistol from the display shelf, and played with it.

"Is this a gun?" Gu Tie picked up the Kruger 44AG self-defense pistol that Barr gave him with his left hand, and the large-capacity magazine containing 25 rounds of 8mmboz pointed pistol cartridges made the self-defense pistol have a strange shape, like a leftover pizza, "Ordering four or five is king!" He stared at the bright blue of the M1911, his fingers stroking the oily and slippery walnut guard, and sighed.

Suddenly, he wanted to have a conversation with Xiao Liping, when they had only known each other for two or three years, although they had similar tempers, they were not friends of life and death. I don't know what topic to start talking about, Xiao Liping said this: "Is there anything more stupid than paying attention to killing tools?"

back then.

At that time, Gu Tie was young and vigorous, he liked to play with knives and guns, and he was showing off a 54-style three-sided military thorn that he had gotten with great effort, of course he was not happy when he heard this, and glared: "Are you talking about people?"

Xiao Liping's eyes under his glasses are not wavering: "It's human words." You don't understand what you say?"

Gu Tie slapped the table and was about to turn his face, but the friend next to him hurriedly stopped him and said, "Be reasonable, be reasonable." Hearing this, Gu Tie stabbed the army on the table, sat down and reasoned:

"The beauty of the knife has the knife, the beauty of the gun has the gun, you don't understand, I understand; the history of the knife has the knife, the story of the gun has the gun, you don't know, I know; Guan Yunchang has a cold and beautiful saw, Zhang Yide has a zhang eight spears, if it weren't for the three-pointed two-edged knife, who would have thought that Xuzhou folded Ji Ling, Changbanpo beheaded Yan Ming? It is true that knives and guns are tools for killing, but we come out to play, we like to see beautiful women, what we appreciate is the face and figure of women, whether she is a young lady, whether she is beautiful or not, whether she is beautiful or not has nothing to do with half a dime, you wipe your glasses and see clearly, they are not beautiful? Aren't they beautiful?"

Gu Tie grabbed the KTV princess next to him and leaned next to the military thorn, yelling at Xiao Liping.

Xiao Liping really took off his glasses, wiped them, put them on, and shook his head: "The makeup is all spent, it's not beautiful." He motioned for the frightened KTV princess to leave, and the girl cautiously raised Gu Tie's hand, glanced at the two, and saw that no one stopped her, and slowly moved to the far end of the sofa.

Xiao Liping sighed: "I am a pragmatist, I like to do things with a pure purpose, the purpose is not clear, and the process is meaningless. Imagine designing a kitchen knife, the designer's starting point is to let the user, a chef, or a housewife, feel the beauty of the kitchen knife (shape and surface treatment), smooth (ergonomics), sharp (material and heat treatment) in the process of cooking, so that the user can complete the work efficiently in a happy mood, then we can say that the kitchen knife is beautiful.

And what about weapons, as tools of killing, is it the job of the designers to make the work of soldiers, executioners, professional killers, robbers and thugs in a happy mood?

Can you imagine a teenage gangster who ransacked a convenience store smiling knowingly because of his good grip, trigger strength, and lethal effect when he shoots a Chinese shopkeeper who refuses to open the cash register?

No, weapon designers take lethal efficiency as the only appeal, and all killing tools that only pursue lethal efficiency are ugly, in other words, people who appreciate the beauty of weapons will not be the users of weapons, and then weapons cannot be called weapons, because they are not used to kill;

The killer does not appreciate the beauty of the weapon when he uses it, because he is killing people, and it makes no difference what gun he uses, which knife he uses, which poison he uses, or even a nuclear bomb, so it is foolish to pay attention to the tools of killing. - Of course, you can disagree with me and even pull out that knife and stab me in the abdomen, but at that point, you will really realize your stupidity. -- It's kind of like a paradox. ”

Gu Tie listened to this passage in a daze, and his fingers unconsciously played with the strips of cloth wrapped around the handle of the Triangular Army Thorn.

"You've ever killed someone?" he asked, looking up suddenly.

Section Chief Xiao Liping, who was young at that time, had just emerged in the political circles, and seemed out of place in this circle but was leisurely, helped his black-framed glasses and said calmly in a calm voice that was incommensurate with his age in a private room of a nightclub in Xicheng, Beijing: "Yes." ”

"You go out. Gu Tie suddenly stood up and said to a few friends around him.

At that time, he was young, he was very prosperous in the capital, and his background was from a huge foreign force and he was independent in China, and he ruthlessly drove a few friends and princesses out of the room, and told them with a gesture to wipe their necks that they had not seen or heard anything tonight. Several men and women told Gu Tie with silent eyes that the admonition was too much at all, and they didn't come in with their eyes and ears at all.

Closing the door and sitting down, Gu Tie opened a bottle of Glenmorangie 18-year-old single malt whisky, poured a glass and handed it to Xiao Liping, poured another full glass himself, and said with a wry smile: "The stinky problem left to me by my foreign devil adoptive father is that I can't drink any wine except Scottish wine." Dude, I'll toast three times in a row, and I'll give you a story. ”

"Since I admit it, I will naturally say that I don't have to exchange it for wine, because that bottle of wine is more expensive than my monthly salary here. Civil servant Xiao unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and smiled.

"I've got 25 years at home, and we'll get home and drink it later. Gu Tie raised his head and took a big sip, and said with bright eyes.

"That's good. The story is relatively simple, my parents were from Ningxia, and later moved to Hubei, and eventually settled in a small city in Hunan, - you are not interested in knowing which small city, just call it City A - I was born in City A, and when I was fourteen years old, my father died in a car accident.

He rode through the intersection and was run over by an 18** truck that ran a red light, and there was no body. The driver who caused the accident was compensated 300,000 yuan, detained for 6 months, and suspended for 1 year. My mother was very sad. My parents were both Buddhists and were the kindest and kindest people, and my father's death hit my mother hard and even shook her faith. On the third day after the verdict was announced, she drank pesticides and died on the way to the hospital. Xiao Liping took a sip of wine and talked about his memories with a little indifference that didn't concern him.

Gu Tie didn't know how to talk, so he drank with his head down.

"After my mother died, my aunt adopted me, she lived in another city 150 kilometers away, I was about to go to the third year of junior high school, my academic performance was relatively good, I was sent to the high school of that key middle school, the head teacher helped me persuade my aunt to let me stay in the original middle school until the end of the college entrance examination.

I had plenty of time to investigate my father's death, and from the beginning, I did not believe that it was an accident, that my father had no misdeeds during his lifetime, that he did not have any enemies, that he did not have a penny of foreign debts, that no one believed that it was murder.

But when I saw the driver at the sentencing of the court, there was a subtle satisfaction on his face in addition to remorse, fear and helplessness, that a truck driver who had made a heinous mistake and was forced to sell the truck on which he depended for his livelihood to compensate the victim's family could not find pleasure in an accident - unless it was not an accident but a well-planned revenge. ”

Xiao Liping shook the glass, and the golden liquor hung on the wall of the glass, flowing slowly.

"At that time, Genesis and the quantum network were still out of reach, but fortunately there was enough information on the Internet for a non-tech-savvy thirteen-year-old to search.

The truck driver's name is Zhang Debao, 44 years old, from Xiangfan, Hubei, who transported a truckload of PP raw materials from Wuhan to Guangzhou, passing through the small town where my family is located, and killed my father. Looks like it's a completely random event.

However, I quickly found out the suspicion, Zhang Debao is a private logistics company Houde Express contracted carrier, the car of goods belongs to Houde Express, you can find the invoice, carrier records, showing that six days ago the goods from Wuhan Logistics Park was sent.

And this single shipment arrived within a time limit, and the deadline was one week, that is to say, Zhang Debao spent six days only driving from Hubei to Hunan, which was already destined to arrive beyond the time limit and had to bear a high amount of liquidated damages.

A distance of 400 kilometers and six days, is this normal for you? There are no abnormal meteorological conditions, no major traffic accidents, and no temporary traffic control on highways, national highways, and provincial highways within six days. ”

"It's too slow. Repair the car?" Gu Tie stared at him.

"The repair of the car can be applied for an extension at the logistics company with the maintenance records issued by the repair shop, and Houde Express has this charter, and Zhang Debao did not submit any maintenance records. ”

"Then he stayed in one place for a long time. ”

"That's right. Xiao Liping raised his glass at him, "If I knew you at the age of thirteen, everything would be simple, and with your skills, you can find traces of Zhang Debao's activities in a certain city in minutes." I had only a stupid way back then, spread out the map, took City A as the origin to the north, marked the names of several cities along National Highway 107, found out the phone numbers of all hotels, restaurants, highway service stations and truck accommodation areas, and dialed them one by one, in the phone I said that my name was Zhang Xiaobao, my mother was seriously ill, and I lost contact with my father, and I urgently asked Zhang Debao for information. ”

"It's a stupid idea. Gu Tie pouted.

"Luckily, I was lucky. I started calling on Sunday morning and found the right place at four o'clock in the afternoon.

It was a parking and accommodation hotel on the outskirts of City A, a little famous in the online truck driver forum, the person who answered the phone was a middle-aged aunt, I said Zhang Debao's name, she remembered, said don't worry, child, this person I remember, is a small black fat man, right, drove a blue Steyr truck, lived in the store for four nights, took the bus into the city every day to run errands, drove the truck away on the fifth day, and did not come back.

Why do I remember him, he left in a hurry, he forgot a bag of things in the room, nothing of value, but I was afraid that it would not be useful, and I still keep it.

Kid, don't worry, I'll look it through for you, do you have a phone number or something. It's right at hand...... It's all waste paper, I can't understand the square circle, I have a wallet, there is no money in the wallet, but there is a photo in it, it's a woman, it's beautiful, this is your mother, right?

There is also a note, which says 201, Building 5, No. 54, Zhongshan 2nd Road, City A, and there is nothing else. Kid, do you remember the address, I'll send you the photo back, don't worry, your father may have something urgent, I'll contact you when I'm done......

"I guess that pretty woman isn't your mother. Gu Tie said.