[Qi Fu] Prisoner

16

I never thought I'd get it back in this way in this kind of place.

Is there any purpose in it?If I accept it, will a large number of people rush in from the door and arrest me on the current charge of murdering Zhang Qishan?

However, this is really my gun, an old friend I have long missed and haven't seen for a long time.Although it was partially covered by the holster, it was exactly as I imagined it to be—even the shape and size of the holster, the gray-black leather, and the frayed edges were exactly the same.

I stretched out my hand, and although I tried my best to restrain myself, my fingertips were still visibly trembling with the naked eye.

"Buddha is so relieved to return the gun to me?"

"If I could, I would have paid it back a long time ago. It's meaningless to keep it." Zhang Qishan said lightly, "You left the gun back then, and people left. If you want to return it, you can't find anyone to return it. You still remember it. Know you want to come back and get it?

In fact, where do I remember?It's just a flash of inspiration, just an excuse I made up casually. After all, there are not many things that belong to me.

The gun was heavy in my hand, giving people a sense of solidity and peace of mind. It was hard to imagine that I would take the initiative to keep it.I pulled out the gun and touched and looked at it, until the cold metal body of the gun became warm, and I was still reluctant to put it away.

Zhang Qishan has been watching from the side, I endured it for a while, and decided to ask him: "Can I try a gun?"

"Of course you can, but wait until you're better."

"I've almost recovered," after I finished speaking, I remembered that before that, I was still pretending to sleep for more than ten hours a day, so I had to swallow the rest of the words.

Zhang Qishan looked at me with raised eyebrows, nodded for a while and said: "Indeed, I can look for things everywhere in the mansion."

I couldn't guess what he meant, I lowered my head and played with the gun in my hand.I heard him say again: "Today is Doctor Huang's outpatient visit, let him evaluate you in the afternoon. If he agrees, come with me to the training ground tomorrow."

"Thank you Buddha!" ​​I raised my head and smiled at him, barely able to suppress my voice.Because I was so happy, I even had unprecedented expectations for Dr. Huang's treatment, and wished I could just skip the present—especially the time to have dinner with the woman downstairs.

Thinking of this, I suddenly lost my appetite.After I saluted Zhang Qishan, I hurried back to the room, sat down at the table and tried to disassemble the gun; as expected, my body used to move faster than my mind, and I could disassemble it almost without thinking.All the components are familiar to me, one is not bad.

Strangely, one bullet was in the magazine, but the other five were in the holster.Pour it out and see that there is still gunpowder, which is a live ammunition.

If you carry it with you, it's normal to have bullets in your gun.But even if you are as forgetful as I am, you still know the common sense that in order to prevent the gun from going off, the bullet must be taken out if it is not used for a long time.

It was too careless to play with this gun upside down in front of Zhang Qishan without checking it first.But, why leave only one bullet in it?

I touched the inner barrel of the gun with my hand, and my fingertips were greasy. This gun was put away after maintenance.If that's the case, there's really no reason not to take all the bullets out for storage.

Did I do it, or did Zhang Qishan do it?Did Zhang Qishan think that I would disregard the situation and shoot him down on the spot?But why is there no defense?How was our relationship before, did we test each other, and to what extent?

The door was knocked.Standing outside, Zhang Qishan glanced at the scattered parts on the table, his expression unchanged.

"I forgot to ask something just now." He stared straight at me and said, "I met Master Jiu this morning. He found some experts and wanted to know if you would like to..."

Before he finished speaking, I already knew what he meant.Jiu Ye mentioned that he was rejected in private before, now that he asked Zhang Qishan to ask directly, what else can I say?

"The subordinates obey the Buddha's arrangement."

Unexpectedly, this answer was voted back soon: "Now the question is your wish."

I look up at him.He was still staring at me, his eyes were not forced, but he seemed to say that no matter what my decision was, he would accept it.

"If you ask your subordinates what they want, there is indeed something you want to know," I said, "...Miss Yin is really your wife?"

"You care?"

"No. Just asking."

Zhang Qishan smiled, as if even his voice became softer: "I have someone in my heart, it is impossible to marry her."

For some unknown reason, a tense string somewhere in his body loosened instantly.When Jiu Ye came to me in private, he said that I once begged him not to let me forget.However, a woman who no longer exists in my impression, like a woman I met for the first time, still has such a deep impact; then what kind of people and things can make me so persistent?

I was suddenly desperate to remember what happened before, to know about forgotten lives; for better or for worse, they were part of my life, and they were more beneficial than harmful to the mission of the commander.During these days, the obstacles caused by the loss of memory have frequently caused me to have all kinds of doubts and hesitation, and it is almost impossible to take a single step; if they can really do something that even the commander cannot do, and make me remember everything again, even if it delays some time temporarily , I think it will be able to get twice the result with half the effort in the future.

It's just—"Is there no other channel besides Master Jiu?"

Zhang Qishan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that I would return to the original topic, but he quickly said: "If you don't object, just ask Dr. Huang about the treatments of traditional Chinese medicine."

He looked at me and said, "Are you really thinking about it?" There was worry in his eyes, as if he wanted to persuade me to give up; this was a rare contradiction in terms of his acting style.

"Yes, think about it." I said.

Once this course of treatment starts, the time it will take will definitely increase; deducting the training time with Zhang Qishan, I may not have many opportunities to be alone.But since I met the woman sent by the officer that day, no matter how many times I went to the Jincheng Hotel, I never got someone, which made me anxious, wondering if I had become an abandoned child; To take some results back.In public and private, I have reasons to do it.

Zhang Qishan got the answer, nodded and left.I went back to the table, reassembled the gun, and slowly filled the bullets into the magazine one by one.