The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 25: Children’s Revenge (Part 1)

"What time is it?"

The room was still dark. Gu Tie sat up like a corpse, looking at the white Russian-style carved window lattice of the weapon showroom with piercing eyes.

"Four to forty. You are not a mercenary or an anti-government organization, why are you so alert?" Barr, who failed to sneak, patted his forehead in distress, got out from under the curtain, and threw a bag of things at Gu Tie Bed. "Bulletproof vests, radiation protection suits with life support devices and Geiger counters, self-defense pistols, micro fuel cells with European standard interfaces, and communication equipment. Although you don't want you to rush to the front line, this time it will be a deadly job. Be careful, don’t be careless."

Gu Tie saw that Barvindra’s handsome Dravidian face was covered with camouflage ointment, and he knew that this extraordinary anti-government leader was guilty of on-the-spot syndrome again. “In China, there is a scene. Every year, tens of millions of people directly participate in a mass movement that indirectly affects hundreds of millions of people, called the college entrance examination." He said with a smirk.

"There are also in India. The twelfth grade graduation exam." 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, impurity, cold hands and feet. Dark eyes, memory loss, and incontinence, this is called'pre-exam syndrome.'" He laughed and pointed to Barr's face, "Dear comrades-in-arms, go back to sleep, and the Chinese exam is only nine o'clock. Let’s start."

"Let's start at nine." Barr opened the window with a black face and turned 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: "I ask, is the radiation protective suit bulletproof?"

"No!" Barr's stiff figure pierced into the dark garden like a javelin.

"Whether the bulletproof vest should be worn inside or outside of the radiation protection suit?"

"Inside!"

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

"Wear it outside!"

"That is to say, according to the principle of bulletproof vests, we will wear this heavy anti-radiation thing as underwear after dawn?"

"..."

Bell's figure flickered and disappeared silently. The villain Gu Tie laughed wildly.

Five minutes later, he closed the window and lay back on the bed, but he lost sleep. Gu Tie was tossing about pancakes for a while, and he just got up and turned on the lights, put on his clothes, put away the camp bed, brushed his teeth and washed his face in the bathroom on the second floor, punched twice in the corridor, and returned to the house, only five ten ten.

He turned a few times, took the well-maintained m1911 pistol from the display rack, and started playing with it.

"This is a gun?" Gu Tie picked up the Kruger 44ag self-defense pistol that Barr had sent him in his left hand. The large-capacity magazine with 25 rounds of 8mmboz pointed pistol made the self-defense pistol look weird, like a tooth. For the remaining pizza, "Four to five is king!" He stared at m1911's bright toasted blue, and sighed as he stroked the glossy walnut board with his fingers.

Suddenly he wanted to have a conversation with Xiao Liping. At that time, they had only known each other for two or three years, and although they were congenial, they were not considered a life-and-death relationship. I don’t know what topic to talk about, Xiao Liping said: "Is there anything more stupid than paying attention to killing tools?"

The year.

At the time, Gu Tie was young and vigorous, and liked to play with knives and guns. He was showing off a 54-style triangulated army stab that he had obtained with great effort. Of course he was not happy when he heard this and stared: "You are a human being. Words?"

Xiao Liping's eyes under the glasses Gu Jing Bubo: "It's human words. You can't understand it for others?"

Gu Tie patted the table to turn his face, and a friend next to him hurriedly stopped and said, "Be reasonable and reasonable." Upon hearing this, Gu Tie thrust the army into the table and sat down to be reasonable:

"You don’t understand the beauty of a knife and a gun, and I understand it; you don’t know the history of a knife and the story of a gun and a gun, but I know; Guan Yun has a cold saw and Zhang Yide Eight spears, if it wasn't for a three-pointed two-edged sword, who would think of Xuzhou turning Ji Ling and Chang Banpo cutting Yan Ming? It is true that swords and spears are tools for murder, but we come out to play, like to see beautiful women, and admire women Her face and body, whether she is a young lady, whether she is released or not has nothing to do with her being pretty or not. You can wipe your glasses to see clearly, they are not beautiful? They are not beautiful?"

Gu Tie grabbed the princess KTV next to her, leaning against the army stab, and shouted 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 to the terrified princess KTV to leave, and the girl carefully raised Gu Tie's hand and looked at it. Looking at the two of them, seeing that no one was blocking them, they moved slowly to the far side of the sofa.

Xiao Liping sighed: "I am a pragmatist. I like to do things with pure purpose. The purpose is not clear and the process is meaningless. Imagine designing a kitchen knife. The starting point of the designer is to let the user, a chef, or A housewife feels the beauty (shape and surface treatment), smoothness (ergonomics), and sharpness (materials and heat treatment) of the kitchen knife during the cooking process, which enables the user to complete the work efficiently in a happy mood. At this time, we It can be said that this kitchen knife is beautiful.

So what about weapons, as a tool of killing, is the job of a designer to make soldiers, executioners, professional killers, robbers and thugs happy to complete their work?

Can you imagine a juvenile **** who ransacks a convenience store and shows a knowing smile when he shoots a Chinese shopkeeper who refuses to open the cash register because of his good grip, trigger strength and killing effect?

No, weapon designers regard killing efficiency as their only demand. All killing tools that only pursue killing efficiency are ugly. In other words, people who appreciate the beauty of weapons will not be the users of weapons. Weapons cannot be called weapons because they are not used to kill people;

When a murderer uses a weapon, he will not appreciate the beauty of the weapon, because he is killing, and it does not matter what gun, knife, poison or even nuclear bombs are used. Therefore, it is foolish to pay attention to the tools of killing. matter. ——Of course, you can not accept my point of view, and even pull out the knife and pierce my abdominal cavity, but by that time, you will truly realize your stupidity. ——This is a bit like a paradox. "

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

"Have you killed someone?" He suddenly raised his head and asked.

At that time, Section Chief Xiao Liping, who was young and just emerging in politics, seemed out of tune with this circle but was at ease, helped with black-framed glasses and used it in a private room of a nightclub in Xicheng, Beijing, not commensurate with his age. Calm voice, said frankly: "Yes."

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

At that time, a mysterious young man who was young and mingled in the capital, with a background from a large foreign power and independent in the country, ruthlessly drove out a few friends and princesses. Room, and warned them with a gesture of wiping their necks, they didn't see anything tonight, they didn't hear anything. Several men and women told Gu Tie with silent eyes that the admonition was unnecessary. They didn't even come in with their eyes and ears.

Close the door and sit down, Gu Tie opened a bottle of Granger's 18-year-old single malt whiskey, poured a glass and handed it to Xiao Liping, filled another glass, and smiled bitterly: "My foreign devil adoptive father left me with a stinky problem. I’m not used to drinking anything except Scottish wine. Dude, I’ll have three toasts. Let’s change your story."

"Since I admit it, I will naturally say that there is no need to exchange wine. That bottle of wine is sold here for more than one month's salary." Civil servant Xiao unbuttoned his shirt and smiled.

"My family has 25 years old, we will go home and drink later." Gu Tie raised his head and took a sip, his eyes brightly said.

"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 it is, just call it a city— I was born in a city. When I was fourteen, my father died in a car accident.

He rode through the intersection and was run over to death by an 18** truck running through a red light. There was no whole body. The driver who caused the accident was compensated 300,000 yuan, sentenced for 6 months, and suspended for 1 year. My mother is very sad. Both my parents believed in Buddhism and were the kindest and good people. The death of my father dealt a great blow to my mother and even shaken her faith. On the third day after the sentence was pronounced, 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 bit of indifference.

Gu Tie didn't know how to talk to each other, so he slumped his head and drank.

"After my mother died, my aunt adopted me. She lived in another city 150 kilometers away. At that time, I was going to the third year of junior high school, and my academic performance was relatively good. Help my aunt to persuade me to stay in the original middle school until the end of the college entrance examination.

I have plenty of time to investigate my father’s death. From the beginning, I didn’t believe it was an accident. My father had no bad deeds, no enemies, no foreign debts, and no one believed it was murder. .

But I saw the driver who caused the accident in the court sentence. In addition to regret, fear and helplessness, there was also an imperceptible satisfaction on his face, a man who made a terrible mistake and was forced to sell him to earn a living. Truck drivers who use trucks to compensate victims’ families cannot find pleasure in an accident—unless it’s not an accident, but a carefully planned revenge. "

Xiao Liping shook the glass, and the golden liquor was hanging on the wall, flowing slowly.

"At that time,'Genesis' and the quantum network were still new and unreachable things. Fortunately, there was enough information on the Internet for a 13-year-old child who did not understand technology to search.

The truck driver was Zhang Debao. He was 44 years old and was from Xiangfan, Hubei. He transported a truck of pp raw materials from Wuhan to Guangzhou through the small town where my family was located and killed my father. It seems to be a completely random event.

However, I quickly found out the doubt. Zhang Debao is the contracted carrier of Houde Express, a private logistics company. The cargo of the truck belongs to Houde Express. You can find the invoice and the carrier record on the Internet. It shows that the goods departed from Wuhan six days ago. Issued by the logistics park.

And this order of goods arrived within a time limit and the deadline was one week. That is to say, it took Zhang Debao six days to drive only from Hubei to Hunan. It was destined to arrive overdue, and he would have to bear high damages for breach of contract.

The distance of 400 kilometers, 6 days, is this normal in your opinion? Within 6 days, there were no abnormal weather conditions, no major traffic accidents, and no temporary traffic control on highways, national roads, and provincial roads. "

"Too slow. Repair the car?" Gu Tie stared at him.

"Car repairs can apply for extension at the logistics company based on the repair records issued by the repair shop. Houde Express has this charter, and Zhang Debao did not submit any repair records."

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

"That's right." Xiao Liping raised his wine glass at him, "If I know you now at the age of thirteen, everything is easy. With your skills, you can find traces of Zhang Debao's activities in a certain city in minutes. I had no choice but to spread out the map, use city a as the origin and head north, mark several city names along National Highway 107, find out the telephone numbers of all hotels, restaurants, highway service stations and truck accommodation areas, and dial them one by one. I said on the phone that my name is Zhang Xiaobao. My mother fell ill and lost contact with my father. I asked for Zhang Debao’s information urgently."

"Sure enough, it was a stupid way." Gu Tie curled his lips.

"Fortunately, 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 lodging hotel on the outskirts of city a. It was a bit famous in the online truck driver forum. The one who answered the phone was a middle-aged aunt. When I said Zhang Debao's name, she remembered it and said the children don’t worry, this I remember, he was a fat black man who was not tall, right? I drove a blue Steyr truck and stayed in the store for four nights. I took the bus every day to go to town for work. I drove it on the fifth day. He left with the truck and never came back.

It's been two or three months, right? Why do I remember him? He walked in a hurry and left a bag of things in the room. There was nothing worthwhile, but I was afraid that it would be useful to keep it, so I still keep it.

Child, don't worry, I will check for you, is there a phone number or something? Right at hand... it's all waste paper, with square circles drawn, I don’t understand, there is a wallet, there is no money in the wallet, but there is a photo in it, it’s a woman, pretty beautiful, is this your mother?

There is also a note that says 201, Building 5, No.54, Zhongshan 2nd Road, City A, nothing else. Child, did you remember the address? I’ll post the photo back to you, don’t worry, your father may be in a hurry, I’ll contact you after finishing it..."

"I guess that beautiful woman is not your mother." Gu Tie said.