Bandit Shi Xianyu

Scudder took a sip from his flat bottle, screwed back the cap, and glanced at his watch.

35:[-] AM.

He sat in this old Ford car and looked at the house 200 meters away.

This car does not belong to him, it belongs to the resident next door.Two hours ago, Scudder walked over familiarly, pried open the car door in only three seconds, and sat in.

He chose this car for a reason.

One reason is that it just sits there so casually.You see, these rich people from outside have a strong obsession with "creating a harmonious community". They even examine the identity and character of those who enter the community, just to select the neighbors they recognize.So in such a community, the car is left like this, and no one would expect a local hooligan to walk in and get into the car blatantly.

Another reason is that it is easy to pry.Such an old car, if it weren't for an antique car, it really wouldn't be able to enter this community.Thinking about it, Scudder spat on the steering wheel.He doesn't understand rich people. He heard that this kind of car is very expensive. With this money, why don't they buy a new car and drive it rumblingly.

The last reason is that I happened to be able to see that family.

Scudder loosened his neckline, and in order not to attract attention, he changed into a dress that looked formal. Although it was just a cleaner dress, it was enough to be called "grand" for Scudder up.

He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, drank the wine in the bottle, shook the bottle away, took out the gun from his back waist, unloaded the magazine, and counted the number.

Then snapped it back.

15 minutes left.

The lights on the side of the road were on, all the lights of the houses were turned off, and even the dogs were asleep.Scudder knew that the family had been having sex most of the day when they were home and was getting ready for bed.

He smiled contemptuously, raised his head to drink, found that the wine tank was empty, cursed, put his feet on the glove box, and looked at the family deeply.

At two o'clock sharp, Scudder moved, and there was a creaking sound from the leather seat. He got out of the car, turned up the collar of the windbreaker, and walked towards the house with his head shrunk.

He walked in the backyard, avoiding the dog next door, quickly climbed over the fence, and continued forward stepping on the leaves.The yard was completely dark, which was new. When he used to visit the site, they would often leave a small orange light in the yard.

He glanced at the bedroom on the east side of the first floor, and whistled in a low voice. The two little birds were probably hugging each other naked and having a good night's sleep.

Scudder approached the back door, took the wire from behind his ears, and poked it into the keyhole. It took a few seconds for the door to open. He walked in slowly, touched the gun behind his waist, and calmed himself down.

He entered the huge house, heard nothing, and closed the door behind him to prevent either of them from escaping.He took the gun in his hand and walked slowly in.When passing through the corridor, he saw a row of wine racks. Scudder stopped for a moment, looked at it again, clicked his tongue in admiration, and walked forward reluctantly.

He is close to the bedroom. The bedroom has no door. It is a large room, connected to the balcony and the yard. On the other side, there are short steps leading to the backyard. There is a small tree planted there, and the orange light is there.

Scudder looked in vigilantly, and saw the naked/naked body of the short and skinny boy, with his back facing him, his bare legs stretched forward, holding something in his hands, and was blocked by the quilt Come out, it should be another person.

Scudder snorted and turned to leave. Although he had something to do, there was no need to worry.

He turned back, walked slowly to the wine rack, took out a bottle of wine, bit the cork and opened it, raised his head and took a sip, whistled softly.Then I grabbed another bottle, ready to find a cup for myself.

Suddenly, he heard a sound in the direction of the kitchen.

Scudder put down the wine bottle, leaned over with his gun raised, and saw a figure in the kitchen from a distance.

By the moonlight, he saw Baishi's bare/backless, slender figure standing near the sink. He let down his hair. The dark golden hair was frizzy, slightly curly, and hung down on his shoulders.

Scudder glanced at the bedroom and guessed he had just come out.

Scudder moved forward, raised the gun, and said in a low voice, don't move.

Shiraishi froze for a moment.

"Beauty, what are you doing here if you don't sleep?" Scudder laughed.

Seeing that Baishi was going to move, he said in a strict tone: "Raise your hands and turn around slowly."

Baishi raised his hands at shoulder height, turned around slowly, and looked at him expressionlessly.

Scudder whistled, and he found that Baishi was indeed very beautiful, like the handsome man in the oil painting. He knew so many men and women selling butchers, and he had never seen such a beautiful man.

"Are you awake baby, is your boyfriend still asleep?"

Shiraishi nodded slowly.

"How about this, you promise me to stand here obediently, he has a little trouble with me, I will get rid of him, I may not kill you later, how about it?"

Shiraishi lowered his hand.

Scudder clutched his gun and stepped forward, arching even harder, toward a ready arrow.

Baishi picked up the water glass: "Don't be nervous, I'll drink some water."

Scudder stopped smiling and looked at him, now he was serious.

Bai Shi leaned against the table: "I have seen you."

"Of course you have." Scudder stared at him with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his voice. "After all, you almost cut my neck off."

Baishi nodded, then raised his chin towards his gun: "What are you going to do? Your gun doesn't have a muffler, fire it here, and someone will come soon."

Scudder shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I can escape."

Shiraishi turned around and pulled out a knife from the kitchen utensil rack, like a dagger, Scudder immediately turned off the safety, he squinted his eyes, and aimed at Shiraishi's head.

Baishi turned and walked to the side, as if he was going to the dining table, he turned to look at Scudder: "You've been so nervous, aren't you tired?"

Scudder stared at him, watching Baishi walk to the table and sit down, put down the dagger, pushed it forward again, and pushed it to the middle of the table, and then drank water slowly.

Scudder, who opened the safety, came over and sat across the table with the dagger between them.Scudder held a gun in his hand and put it on the table, pointing the muzzle at Shiraishi.

"I know you." Baishi said.

Scudder smiled: "I've said it all, we've seen it before." He stretched out his hand and rubbed his neck, "You have a lot of strength."

Shiraishi shook his head: "I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about Juliott."

Scudder froze for a moment when he heard the name.

"Some time ago, there were rumors in the community that someone robbed a certain resident." Baishi put down the water glass and crossed his arms on the table, "It's you and Juliott, right?"

Scudder smiled cruelly: "What do you want to say?"

"It's not robbery." Baishi put a strand of hair behind his ear, "That's not robbery. Look," he spread his hands, leaned on the chair, put one hand on the back of the chair, and stretched the other hand out, looking very Has aura, "Our friend Juliot is doing some shady business, although he dresses like a dog, wears expensive watches, often gives caviar to others, and kills crocodiles to make leather shoes for himself, but he still Not a good thing."

Baishi looked at him calmly: "Like you often hang around our house, I also pay close attention to Juliott. Do you want to know why?"

Scudder didn't want to, but before he could reply, Baishi continued to talk on his own, his calm expression changed, and his tone gradually increased. Scudder frowned, and he felt that something was wrong.

"Because I plan to kill him, just like what you are going to do today. But those are not important—" Baishi waved his arm, "Let's talk about the important ones."

Scudder silently moved the muzzle of his gun to Shiraishi's face, ready to shoot at any time.

"Among our friend Juliott's many nasty businesses, it's a big job to supply medicine to what he considers a low-brow bastard like you." Shiraishi looked at him and smiled, "You What did you buy, 'ivory'? 'Turn your head'?"

Scudder wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Shiraishi again.

"It doesn't matter. For some reason, you and him had a conflict that day. Although no one died after the gunfire, and you ran very fast, he always had to explain to the police, so he pulled out a 'burglary' Bai Shi stared at him with piercing eyes, "When I heard it, I found it strange that the burglary should be like today, at this time, how could it be at nine o'clock in the evening. Right...what's your name?"

"Donal Scudder," Scudder said.

Baishi raised his eyebrows, this is not a name that a local would call: "Aren't you a local?"

Scudder smiled with the corner of his mouth pulled, revealing a broken tooth. He raised his gun and smiled cruelly: "Steal it."

Baishi nodded: "It's a good name, how did he die?"

"American, honeymoon with new wife." Scudder shrugged. "I guess he's just too adventurous. Electrocuted, hooked to the power grid, over the border, no one but crows, Now there may be bones left."

Bai Shi's eyes lit up: "Have you put him in the pose of Jesus?"

Scudder was stunned for a moment, and he frowned: "Don't ask such a disgusting question."

Baishi smiled: "For you, is killing someone more serious than blasphemy?"

Scudder lost his patience: "Stand up!"

Baishi looked at him, a little anxious, but sounded excited: "Where's your wife? What have you done to your wife?"

Scudder didn't answer, and raised his voice again: "Damn... I said stand up!"

Bai Shi frowned dissatisfied: "You shouldn't be so loud, he's still sleeping."

But he stood up cooperatively.

Scudder took out the handcuffs from behind. He has no interest in looking at Shiraishi now. He only hopes to control Shiraishi, drag the other out together, beat each of them to death, and then run away quickly. If Shiraishi is killed first, that will definitely will run.

Shiraishi watched him take out the handcuffs and continued: "Then what happened that night after you broke up with him to make you reconcile? I almost killed you and threatened Juliot to kill him. He must have noticed I was haunted near his house, so I wanted to strike first. But I have a question, is it a coincidence or intentional that he found you who have conflicts with me? "

Scudder shook off the handcuffs with a non-smiling smile, and approached him: "What do you think?"

"On purpose." Baishi looked at him, "I've met you three times at his house, you don't seem to like him very much, it doesn't look like a real reconciliation, so he came to you."

Scudder laughed twice, and suddenly his face froze.

"You... have seen me?"

"Yeah." Baishi put his hand on his shoulder, smiling happily, "The lights are turned off, the wine rack has been moved, and I also gave him sleeping pills, prepared for you..."

Scudder looked at Shiraishi's face and saw the strange light in his eyes. He suddenly felt that this person seemed abnormal.

"Now," Baishi pressed his hand harder, "how did he find you?"

Without further ado, Scudder pointed the gun at Shiraishi's forehead and was about to press the trigger.

But did not press.

He turned his head and saw that Baishi's finger was stuck in the trigger. Scudder couldn't press it no matter what, and the trigger had blood marks beside Baishi's finger. Baishi looked at him excitedly and pinched his neck with one hand: "I You haven't answered the question yet."

Scudder decisively punched Shiraishi in the face, and Shiraishi shook slightly. He pulled the gun out with all his strength, and even heard the sound of joints, which was the sound of Shiraishi's bones that did not let go.

But he still didn't pull.

Baishi looked like some kind of ghost, and the slender and slender figure just now looked like a vigorous beast. He pressed Scudder's hand, and slammed his head into Scudder's forehead, causing a golden star in front of Scudder's eyes. At that moment, Shiraishi took the gun away.

Scudder fell to the ground and crawled backward on hands and feet, thinking Shiraishi would shoot him down.

But Shiraishi didn't.Shiraishi poured out the bullets in the gun one by one and threw them on the ground, hit Scudder on the forehead with the gun, and squatted down to grab his collar.

"answer my question."

"Me...me and him...he found me...I let go of saying that I would kill you before, he probably heard of it, and thought the description was very close to you..." Scudder spoke intermittently while groping behind his back Dao, "I helped him sell things, so I knew him. The matter of sharing, I turned against him that day..."

Shiraishi listened carefully and nodded.

Suddenly seeing a bright light on the right, a knife was thrown. Baishi subconsciously raised his arm to block it, and his arm was scratched with blood.

Shiraishi stretched out his bloody arm and dragged him, knocked him to the ground, stepped on his head, squatted down, stuck two thumbs into his eyes, Scudder screamed, his eyes were bloody immediately , Shiraishi's hands were like pincers holding his head, and his voice was like the prologue of a piece of music.

"Next, I'm going to kill you," he said.