Zhan Zhizhan followed Wu Youyi back to the house, he spread a piece of oilcloth on the table, then picked up the five-four pistol, checked it and said to Zhan Zhizhan: "Eighth brother, if you really like guns, you must understand guns, you must regard guns as your second life, and you must achieve the unity of people and guns." Only in this way can you use the gun and be handy. Come, the second brother will teach you to disassemble the gun now. ”

As he spoke, Wu Youyi pressed the magazine buckle pin with his thumb and took out the magazine. Hold the grip with your right hand so that the gun is facing inward, and with your left hand, push the connecting shaft circlip backwards with the flush end of the magazine cover to disengage it from the coupling. Then hold the muzzle of the left palm, pull the trigger retainer with the middle finger, push the sleeve back slightly, push the head of the connecting shaft with the index finger, and remove the connecting shaft with the right hand. Cracked down a good five-four pistol. Wu Youyi waited to wipe the May Fourth pistol and reload it, he pondered for a moment and then said, "This gun can't be put in my safe room anymore." We have to go to Maozi's grave and hide this gun. ”

"Maozi Tomb? What's going on with Maozi's grave? It can't be another evil done by a little devil, right? When Zhan Zhizhan heard this, he was taken aback again, thinking that it was another blood debt owed by the little devil when he invaded China. Wu Youyi's words reminded him of the "Ten Thousand Mounds" of 176 old and young people who were slaughtered by the little devils on the hill of his hometown.

Wu Youyi looked at Zhan Zhizhan and said, "No! After the opening of the Middle Eastern Railway, the port became an international commercial capital, with a large number of businessmen and a mixture of Chinese and foreign. At its peak, 300,000 expatriates from more than 20 countries came to dig for gold. Among them were more than 20,000 Jews who had taken refuge from the October storms in the Rakshasa Kingdom. This people, who were professed by Christianity and had a spirit of solidarity, not only built churches in the port, but also established the 'Jewish Religious Council', the 'Jewish Women's Charity', the 'Jewish Poor Canteen', the 'Jewish Intelligence Office', the 'Jewish Women's Association', and the 'Jewish Nursing Home'. These groups brought the Jews of the port together, helping each other and sharing weal and woe. After these Rakshasa Jews died, they could not return to their hometowns, so they could only bury their bones. ”

Maozi Tomb is on the ridge of Nangang, covers a large area, is divided into two places, east and west, and is separated by a road. To the east is the cemetery of the general Rakshasa people, with a wall. There is also a wall built on the west side, but the tombstones are beautifully furnished, and it is clear that the nobles of the Rakshasa Kingdom are buried. The northern part of the boat courtyard was also once a cemetery for the bones of Rakshasa Jews, and it was also part of the Maozi Tomb. Since it turned out to be a mass grave, some lonely souls and wild ghosts who can't be reincarnated are tossing here, which is also a very normal thing.

The original Maozi tomb is full of big trees, lush vegetation, dense graves, solemn and quiet, and few people visit. Being in the middle of it, it feels extraordinarily desolate. All tombstones are inscribed with the deceased's name, place of origin, date of birth and death, as well as the name of the person who erected the monument and the time when the monument was erected. Every year in March, during the catkins festival, the Rakshasa people will go to the cemetery to sweep the tombs and sacrifice the dead just like the Chinese people celebrate the Qingming Festival. In addition to bringing bunches or pots of flowers, the Rakshasas who come to visit the tombs also bring colorful hard-boiled eggs painted in red, yellow and blue, as well as sausages, leba, liquor and other foods.

After sacrificing the dead, these Rakshasas usually sit on the lawn of the cemetery for a picnic. After eating and drinking, bury the remaining colored hard-boiled eggs under the grass in front of the grave or under the flower pot as an offering. These sacrifices often become the best prey for the children who often play here. After the catkins festival, the children will dig up eggs one by one on the grass in front of the grave and take them home if they can't eat them. Therefore, the annual catkins festival has become an "egg festival" for the children who live near Maozi's tomb.

After listening to Wu Youyi's introduction to the origin of Mao Zi's tomb, Zhan Zhizhan sighed in his heart, and couldn't tell whether he was sympathetic or disdainful of these "old Maozi" who died in a foreign land. Zhan Zhizhan thought secretly in his heart: "Although these 'old hairs' are not like little devils who come to Shenzhou to burn, kill and loot, they do all kinds of evil. But after all, it was a foreigner who came to live on the land of Shenzhou, and he was still buried here when he died. ”

There are foreigners buried in our land, which makes Zhan Zhizhan have an indescribable and awkward feeling in his heart. In fact, these Rakshasa people came to the port and made great contributions to the economic and social development of the port.

Zhan Zhizhan followed Wu Youyi out of the safe house and came to the bottom of the broken wall. There is an inconspicuous path that can be climbed to the top and leads directly to Maozi's grave. After so many years of vicissitudes, Maozi's tomb has been dilapidated, most of it has been excavated, and it is almost impossible to see the complete tomb.

Zhan Zhizhan and Wu Youyi came to a tomb in all directions, only to see a tombstone broken into several pieces and thrown on the edge of the tomb, carrying the Rakshasa inscription engraved on it. Zhan Zhizhan didn't understand the Rakshasa script, so he asked Wu Youyi: "Second brother, what is engraved on the stele?" ”

Wu Youyi looked at it for a long time, put the cigarette in front of the match drawn by Zhan Zhizhan and lit the cigarette, took a puff and said, "Oh...... The inscription shows the life of the owner of this tomb, whose owner is Andrei Nikolaev, an architect......"

Zhan Zhizhan glanced inside the tomb, the bones of poor Andrei Nikolaev had long since disappeared, and only a thigh femur remained. The litter of broken bricks and tiles inside the tomb seems to be a reminder of the tragic fate of the owner, Andrei Nikolaev, who was not at peace after his death. Wu Youyi jumped into the tomb, knocked on the brick wall of the tomb for a while, picked up a brick, hollowed out the dirt inside, and put the gun wrapped in oilcloth into the hole.

After Wu Youyi restored the bricks to their original state, he climbed up to the tomb and said to Zhan Zhizhan very seriously: "Eighth brother, remember the location of the hidden gun. This gun must not be used until it is a matter of life and death! ”

Zhan Zhizhan looked at Wu Youyi with trusting, cold and electric eyes, and nodded firmly.

The place where the gun is hidden, only Zhan Zhizhan and Wu Youyi know, but Zhan Zhizhan is always worried that the location of the gun has been exposed.

On the way to Mao Zi's tomb, Zhan Zhizhan was always thinking nervously: "Look at this, Wu Youyi specified that he did not confess himself. If he becomes Fu Zhigao and confesses himself, hehe...... The police had already come to the school, and they had already gone into the fence. But if Wu Youyi confessed to this place where the gun was hidden, and he went to get the gun at this time, wouldn't it be that Erhu would get into the ambush circle of the police and come to a self-throwing net? No, it won't! Wu Youyi is an authentic Xu Yunfeng, if he tells where the gun is hidden, it will be tantamount to handing over his life to others. ”

In constant suspicion, Zhan Zhizhan came to Maozi's tomb. In the empty Maozi grave, it was still so desolate, only the trees that had not yet sprouted and towered to the sky trembled and wailed in the howling southwest wind. A flock of crows screamed and flew out of the silver snow, swirling up and down, and the snow on the ground was smashed to pieces, flying up and down like shards of glass. Zhan Zhizhan muttered to himself in his heart: "Damn, when you go out and meet the old owl, why do you want to do something?" ”

In order to pretend not to be a thief as much as possible, Zhan Zhizhan lit a "big front door" and observed the surrounding movements casually. Although Zhan Zhizhan is known as a thief and bold, he is alone in the middle of the mass graves of the Rakshasa people who died in a foreign land, and he still can't help but feel uneasy and very nervous. Even if something is blown by the strong wind, it makes a different sound, and Zhan Zhizhan will also be a thief, and his heart will be frightened.

Zhan Zhizhan secretly scolded in his heart: "Damn, what kind of ghost place is this, if it weren't for the purpose of getting that gun, Lao Tzu wouldn't have come to this ghost place." Obediently boom, fried green onions in lard! Wu Youyi, the friends of the underworld, the brothers and brothers, don't scare me! ”

Thinking of Wu Youyi's friends and brothers in the underworld, Zhan Zhizhan suddenly moved in his heart: Since it was Wu Youyi's friends and brothers in the underworld who arranged for him to come forward to rescue Wu Youyi, Lao Tzu was wronged, so why not pretend to be a public helper? Lao Tzu called out the land of Yanjiagang and asked if there were any policemen waiting to arrest him.

When Zhan Zhizhan thought of this, he immediately showed his primordial spirit, stomped his feet with a "bang", and said in a low voice: "Where is the land of Yanjiagang?" Show up! We have something to ask you! ”

The face of the ancient demon fairy "Big Demon Mandrill" is indeed very big, Zhan Zhizhan's voice just fell, only to hear the sound of "poof", four or five meters away from Zhan Zhizhan, a middle-aged man with a medium stature, a thin one with only a handful of bones left, wearing a pair of round glasses like Captain Yamada in the classic movie "Tunnel War", and a middle-aged man wearing a cotton robe. Behind him, followed by a group of strangely shaped ghosts.

The middle-aged man shook Zhan Zhizhan to the ground and said, "The land of Yanjiagang is summoned by immortals, and the ghosts of Maozi Tomb are seen!" ”

"You are the land of Yanjiagang?" The land duke's dress was unexpected, and Zhi Zhan was unexpected. He shook his head again and again and said, "Look at you, one by one, the poor are about to urinate blood!" I'll send you some gold ingots when we go back! ”

In the acknowledgment of the land lord and the ghosts, Zhan Zhizhan asked, "Is there anyone hiding around here?" ”

The land lord was stunned and said: "If you go back to the immortals, there are no living people who can breathe except for the immortals in Maozi's tomb!" ”

Zhan Zhizhan was relieved, and he waved his hand to order the land lord and the ghosts to retreat.

After listening to the words of the land, Zhan Zhizhan was sure that there were indeed no policemen around waiting to arrest him. Zhan Zhizhan walked to the tomb of Nikolaev, Zhan Zhizhan glanced around again, and after being sure that there were no idlers, he extinguished the cigarette, wrapped the cigarette butt in paper and put it in his pocket, and jumped into the tomb. Zhan Zhizhan took off the two bricks and reached into the cave to fumble with his hand, and suddenly, his hand touched an oilcloth bag. Zhan Zhizhan was shocked and ecstatic in his heart: "Hehe...... Got it! ”

Zhan Zhizhan was full of joy and took out a heavy oilcloth bag from the hole, which contained a black 54-style and two boxes of bullets that Wu Youyi hid after taking good care of them. Zhan Zhizhan quickly wiped the gun oil off the gun, filled the two magazines, grabbed another handful of bullets and put them in his coat pocket, and restored the bricks to their original shape. After finishing all this, Zhan Zhizhan poked his head out and spied for a long time, and saw that there was not even a ghost nearby, so he climbed out of the tomb and rode a bicycle against the wind to the public security club.