Right on Target

Xie Zhenshu opened his wallet and found that he had no small denomination banknotes, so he took two hundred yuan and gave it to the other party. In addition to his inheritance, he also has compensation. He usually lives frugally on the training ground, and he is not short of money when he comes out.

The little blind man felt at ease, not only accepted the banknotes, but also raised his cheeks, looked at the thank you pillow book with those dull eyes, and asked, "Do you need me to leave you an autograph?"

Xie Zhenshu said, "No need."

When he looked at the painting, only the corners of the painting looked like cat ears, and there was no cat in other places. The ink on it was still wet, and the little blind man rubbed it with his fingers. From a distance, it looked like a spread of burnt cakes.

This painting can be remembered without a signature.

The little blind man said, "You are so nice and your voice sounds very young. What do you do?"

Xie Zhenshu said: "I was... in war."

The other party's tone was joyful: "Are you from the combat force in the port area? I have been there to draw pictures before!"

The Southern Alliance is no better than the Northern Alliance. Their technological development has stagnated, and they still retain trains, cash, and posters. As the little blind man said, combat troops often ask professionals in the school to paint in order to distribute posters to nearby areas and recruit recruits.

Xie Zhenshu said: "Yes."

The other party continued to say, "I live in the suburbs of mackerel port, not far from your training ground, and I can often hear your shouts in the morning. I didn't expect you to be on the front line at such a young age." How about it, the training is hard, right?"

Xie Zhenshu said, "It's okay."

The other party immediately saluted a non-standard salute, saying: "Thank you for your dedication to the alliance!"

Members of the combat troops are treated well inside and outside the city, and all regions are unified, and "Thank you for your contribution to the alliance" is regarded as a salute declaration to express the respect of the entire alliance for the frontline combat troops.

The other party said: "A few years ago, I also responded to the alliance's call for conscription, but unfortunately I was rejected during physical training. At that time, there were conscription posters everywhere, so I just learned to draw."

Xie Zhenshu said: "...um."

He has no desire to communicate, but it's a pity that the other party is in high spirits and can't understand his indifference.

The little blind man had snow-white skin and was wearing a gray pullover. When he was speaking, he would fiddle with the pen in front of him with his fingertips. He seemed to have just come out of an ivory tower, in order to hide his nervousness and shyness, he tried his best to pretend to be talkative. But he chatted without measure. Not only did he not defend himself against strangers, but he also gave away all his secrets in less than ten minutes.

The train made another "chi-" sound and was about to start. The flight attendant walked in the aisle, knocked on the door of the room one by one, and announced through the door: "The dining car will arrive in half an hour, and the bathroom will be available in ten minutes. Passengers, please stay in the room and do not walk around. If there is any You can ring the bell to call me if you need it.”

The little blind man said, "Let's go."

Xie Zhenshu said "hmm" and said, "I'm resting."

In order to avoid talking, he simply lay down on the back bunk.

The little blind man said "Oh" melancholy, opened the book, and became dazed. His black hair was dry, and a strand of hair was curled up around his ears because of the glasses, which made his face look smaller. After a few minutes of silence, he asked in a low voice, "What's your name?"

Xie Zhenshu opened his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The train was running "bang bang bang bang", the sky was covered with snow outside the window, and the temperature in the room was slowly rising.

The little blind man continued to be in a daze as he made fun of himself. I don't know how long it took, but he fell asleep on the table by himself.

Mackerel Harbor gradually disappears in the white mist and disappears in the boundless snow. It was just getting brighter, the train passed a plain covered in silver, and the light in the room was also a little brighter. There is a teapot on the built-in oven, and the tea is just boiling, and the tea cover is "squeaking" and screaming, and the overflowing tea is poured on the stove, making a "squeaking" sound.

Xie Zhenshu stared up, but what he was thinking about was 7-006.

The intelligence team hoped that he would find 7-006 in the urban area, but did not disclose to him the recent whereabouts of 7-006. Perhaps the intelligence team did not know where 7-006 was hiding. According to the data, 7-006 is good at camouflage, and has traveled to and from borders and urban areas, which shows that 7-006 is very well informed about the information within the alliance. Because whether it is combat funds or aid, it needs to be reviewed by the alliance at various levels, and 7-006 can receive the news immediately, indicating that there are still his accomplices in the alliance.

So where is 7-006 now?

City?

"Hello," the door was knocked suddenly, and the flight attendant asked, "Do you need a meal?"

The little blind man woke up with a start and bumped against the edge of the bed when he stood up. He took a breath, held back the pain and said, "I want it."

"Okay." The flight attendant opened the door and took out the hot rice bowl in the dining car.

The little blind man supported the edge of the table with his hands, but he didn't go to pick up the meal, and said, "Why don't you put it on..."

He hesitated, as if at a loss.

Xie Zhenshu sat up and signaled the flight attendant to put it on the spare locker at the door, and the flight attendant put it down and let it go. The little blind man waited for the door to close before he groped his way out. Halfway there, he bumped into the bench first, and then into the spare locker, clanging and rattling all the way, which was pitiful.

Xie Zhenshu asked knowingly, "What are you going to do?"

The little blind man said, "I want to get some food."

Xie Zhenshu got up, took it for him, and asked abruptly: "Did you wear glasses before?"

"I don't wear it," the little blind man blinked twice, "I'm just pretending, lest people will see me blind and stare at me... But I didn't learn acting, so I can't pretend. I... I'll chip in to take the front train car, It’s because there are few people here.”

Xie Zhenshu put the rice on the table.

The little blind man was flattered, blinked his eyes twice, and said, "Thank you, sorry for disturbing your rest."

Xie Zhenshu said: "Yes."

Eight out of ten sentences he said were "um", and there was no difference.

The little blind man suddenly took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Because I'm blind all of a sudden, I'm not used to it, I stumble everywhere. I'm sorry to trouble you again."

Xie Zhenshu said: "It's all right."

The little blind man sat down to eat. Although he couldn't see, he ate with a steady hand.

Xie Zhenshu sat for a while, used "the bathroom" as an excuse, got up and went out. The temperature in the corridor dropped sharply, but Xie Zhenshu was not cold. As he walked down the aisle, he opened the paper that had just been pressed under the lunch box.

In the Southern Union, trains are regarded as lifelines, and half of the crew are retired police officers. They are mixed in the crowd and have special certificates for carrying guns. Xie Zhenshu's intelligence contacts along the way are all flight attendants, and the flight attendant's dining car reminder is also the latest intelligence reminder.

The paper was a crossword puzzle that had been painted over, as if cut out of a newspaper.

【Toilet. 】

Xie Zhenshu entered the bathroom, which smelled of urine. He locked the door, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and put it over the tissue box. The box is made of iron, and the bottom has traces of being opened, and the flight attendant came to change it a few minutes ago. Xie Zhenshu slides his fingertips along the bottom of the handkerchief, opens the paper changing port, and finds a different paper towel from the neatly arranged paper towels.

[Information update. 】

[7-006 carries OO with him, which is extremely dangerous. This thing is the latest weapon of the Panthers. Please prepare before entering the city. 】

Xie Zhenshu: "..."

What does 7-006 carry with him? The keywords are vague, as if they were blocked.

Xie Zhenshu turned the paper over, but no key words were revealed on the back. He frowned, not believing that the flight attendant would make such a low-level mistake.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Okay, is there any brother?" The outsider knocked on the door, "Hurry up."

Xie Zhenshu was methodical, quickly restored the paper box, then took out a few paper towels, rubbed them together with the handkerchief, threw them into the trash basket, and opened the door expressionlessly.

Standing outside the door was a sallow-faced and thin man with a hand-rolled cigarette between his fingers. When he saw Xie Zhenshu, his aura suddenly withered. Xie Zhenshu stared at him for a moment, but did not move. He couldn't smoke anymore, and muttered: "Fucking fart... You give way."

He looked like he had lice, put the cigarette in his mouth, and twisted his arms to scratch his back. As soon as the smoke drifted away, it mixed with the smell of urine inside, and the smell was indescribably unpleasant.

The man is still talking: "I said you—"

His tone of voice is ordinary, just like ordinary troublemakers. But he moved quickly, drew his gun suddenly, and aimed at Xie Zhenshu in a standard posture.

Xie Zhenshu was on guard, and moved his hand the moment he drew his gun, hitting his side of the face with his elbow. The man tilted his head under the force, Xie Zhenshu took the opportunity to clamp his wrist, and removed the gun.

The gun fell to the ground.

The cigarette was still in the man's mouth, he gasped "hissly", and hit Xie Zhenshu with his empty fist. The blow missed, but his clamped wrist was able to move.

Then there were footsteps in the passage again.

Xie Zhenshu grabbed the man by the front, threw him into the bathroom, and then kicked the door shut. The man threw himself on the sink, waved his hand sideways, and slashed at Xie Zhenshu with the dagger that fell out of his sleeve. Xie Zhenshu dodges, grabs his hand, kicks him back to the sink.

The man wanted to fight back, but was grabbed by the back of the neck and hit the sink. Even if he was resistant to beating, he was stunned this time.

He said, "You—"

Blood suddenly flowed down from the back of his neck, and he died before he finished speaking.

Xie Zhenshu let go, and the man slid along the sink to the floor. He turned on the tap and rinsed his hands in the cold water.

This person came at such a good time, it seemed to be a good deal. Xie Zhenshuben suspected that there was a problem with the intelligence, so he was on guard when he opened the door. He didn't expect that he still had a gun.

-gun.

Xie Zhenshu turned around quickly.

The man's gun dropped by the door!

The footsteps just stopped at the door, and two seconds later, the voice of the little blind man came: "You..." He didn't know what to call Xie Zhenshu, so he said, "Good man, are you inside? I just heard 'boom' , 'crack', 'clang' sounds, did you fall?"

Xie Zhenshu turned off the faucet, wiped off the dagger he just used to kill, retracted the inside of his arm, and looked in the mirror. In the mirror, he frowned slightly, but his shirt was neat, his vest was slim, and his tied tie was not messed up.

The little blind man said, "Isn't that you? I admit my mistake—"

The door opened, Xie Zhenshu came out and said, "It's me."

The little blind man was pushed back two steps by him, as if he couldn't stand the distance, he hurriedly pressed his hand on his chest as a barrier, and said: "I know, I know, I heard that you haven't come back for a long time, and I'm worried that something will happen to you. "

"Well—" Xie Zhenshu stared at him, and closed the door behind his back, "I'm fine."

The little blind man looked like he was listening, and said, "I want to use the bathroom too."

Xie Zhenshu said, "It's too dirty."

The little blind man said, "Oh, did you ask the flight attendant to clean it up?"

"Getting ready, wait a minute..." Xie Zhenshu saw the gun at the little blind man's feet, "I'll send you over later."

"Thank you," said the little blind man, who was sentimental, and his nasal voice would become more nasal when his mood fluctuated, as if he could cry at any time, "Why are you so nice!"

Xie Zhenshu lowered his eyes and saw that he was lightly grabbing his front, pulling his tie crookedly, and said, "You came here by yourself?"

The little blind man nodded and said, "Fortunately, it's a single road with no turns."

Xie Zhenshu said: "Then go back."

The little blind man let go, groped and turned around. He almost kicked the gun, but Xie Zhenshu grabbed him by the collar. He was wearing a sweater, he was afraid of the cold, so he pulled it and let out a little wind, the next moment he got excited, thinking that Xie Zhenshu was going to pinch the back of his neck, and said: "You, what are you doing?"

Xie Zhenshu said, "I'll walk behind you."

He lightly pressed the back of the little blind man's neck with his palm, and led the little blind man to the room. Before leaving, he kicked the gun precisely under the curtain.