Rebirth of the Flying Era

Just now, Du Fei followed Xiaowu in and saw that the corner of the wall was frozen into lumps. It was not difficult to guess that people often visit here.

This is why Du Fei rushed over in a hurry after discovering the wall.

If we don't come here quickly when it's dark, the big hole opened by the dog's head may be discovered by others when it gets light tomorrow.

When he came here, Du Fei walked in openly. Even if someone saw him, they would just think that he was in a hurry and would not think about anything else.

Instead, he was cautious and sneaky, which aroused suspicion.

This is just a small courtyard. As soon as Du Fei entered the gate, he saw Xiaowu squatting in the messy courtyard.

Behind it, more than a dozen wild cats of various colors, imitating Xiaowu, raised their chests and raised their heads, squatting on the ground.

Du Fei couldn't help crying or laughing when he saw this.

Fortunately, they can't talk. If these cats could talk, they would hold flowers in their hands and shout, "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome!"

Seeing Du Fei, Xiaowu let out a proud "meow", looking at his bearish color, as if to say, "Look at whether my noodles are awesome or not."

Du Fei was too lazy to pay attention to this thing. He was thinking about the things in the wall. He hurriedly walked over, took out his flashlight and shined a light into the hole in the wall.

The gap in the wall was not that big to begin with, but it was immediately illuminated.

The first thing I saw was the thing wrapped in newspaper.

Du Fei reached out to take it, and suddenly felt that the weight was not light.

"Is there a gold bar inside?" Du Fei's eyes lit up, and he used all his strength to lift it out, but he didn't rush to check it now and threw it directly into the portable space.

He took the flashlight and continued to shine into the mezzanine to see if there was anything else.

Du Fei didn't have much hope at first, he just made sure there was nothing missing.

Unexpectedly, as the flashlight beam shone in, a faint metallic reflection flashed under the wall!

Because it was at the bottom of the mezzanine, Du Fei couldn't reach it even if he stretched out his arms.

He simply took out his shovel and unleashed a violent attack on the decaying wall.

After about ten seconds, I followed the big hole and demolished half of the wall.

Suddenly a cloud of dust rose up.

Fortunately, it was windy and snowy tonight, and we were outdoors. Although there was a lot of dust, it was all blown away quickly.

Du Fei picked up the shovel, pulled apart the broken bricks, and finally found the reflective object.

"Fuck~" His heart trembled, and he reached out to pick up the dusty iron guy.

Du Fei's knowledge of firearms was limited and he couldn't tell what the pistol was and where it came from.

Before that, the only time I had ever touched a real gun was during military training in college, and I also used an old-fashioned semi-automatic rifle.

Holding a pistol for the first time in his life made Du Fei's heart beat "boom boom boom"

At the same time, he also realized that the discovery this time might not be that simple. He did not dare to stay here longer, so he quickly put away the pistol and left the yard as quickly as possible.

At this time, there was half an inch of snow on the ground.

But the temperature is not low enough and it melts quickly.

Du Fei frowned and thought to himself, what is the origin of the owner of the small courtyard?

But the more I thought about it, the more confused I became, and I had no clue at all.

It was originally just a temporary treasure hunt, but with the appearance of the pistol, its nature completely changed.

This made Du Fei's mind uncontrollably flashing to the bloody plots of many spy war dramas.

Could it be that the person who originally lived in that courtyard was a lurking enemy agent?

Thinking of this possibility, Du Fei couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine and quickened his pace again. However, he kept a careful eye and did not run home directly. Instead, he went around to other alleys. He also asked Xiaowu to follow him from a distance, and walked around for more than half an hour to make sure no one was following him before returning to the courtyard.

As soon as Du Fei entered the gate, he heard the third uncle's house in the front yard. For some reason, Yan Tiecheng and his wife were quarreling again.

Aunt Chen who lived opposite and Aunt Li who lived in the backyard were in high spirits, braved the cold and wind and snow, and stood in the aisle not far from the window, listening to what was going on inside, looking forward to what the young couple would say without opening the door. Some shady and explosive secrets.

Unexpectedly, he was hit by Du Fei!

The two aunts couldn't help but look embarrassed and said hello: "Xiao Du, you just came back."

Seeing this scene, Du Fei's nervousness eased, and he chuckled and said, "I'll go to the latrine, you two will continue your work."

As soon as someone spoke outside, movement was heard in the house, and the quarrel immediately stopped.

Du Fei had something on his mind, so he turned around and walked hurriedly into the courtyard.

When passing by the middle courtyard, I didn’t know what kind of trouble that guy Banggan’er got into. He was beaten so hard by his mother that he howled, but Grandma Jia didn’t stop her.

Wait until you get back to the backyard.

The old lady from the five-guarantee household next door had already turned off the lights and went to bed. The second uncle was cursing at home, as if he had been insulted by some boss in the factory.

Du Fei walked to the porch of his house, stamped his feet hard to shake the snow off the soles of his shoes, patted himself again, and then opened the door and entered the house.

But at this moment, a dark shadow slipped from the side and squeezed into the house ahead of him.

Du Fei followed closely behind, taking off his hat and mask while closing the door, shaking them off, and casually put them on his bicycle.

Then take out the shovel and fill the stove with briquettes.

Xiao Wu shook his whole body, and all the snowflakes that fell on him were thrown away. He twisted and walked into the back room.

Du Fei, however, was not in a hurry to enter the inner room. He first took out the pistol and the newspaper-wrapped thing from the outer room.

There's nothing wrong with this pistol, it's immediately obvious.

But Du Fei was not sure what was in the newspaper. If it was something disgusting, he would have to sleep in the back room at night.

Du Fei first took out the pistol, wiped it with a rag, and then held down the magazine clip to eject the magazine.

The magazine was full of bullets.

He pulled the bolt again and made sure there was no bullet in the chamber. Then he raised the gun with both hands and pointed at the keyhole of the door, making a three-point-one-line aiming gesture.

Men's love for firearms is ingrained in their bones.

Holding this heavy, cold iron thing in his hand, Du Fei couldn't help but feel something strange.

There was no rust on the surface of the gun body. After pulling the slide a few times, there was no obstruction. I pulled the trigger and fired a shot.

"Click!"

The gun made a crisp mechanical impact sound.

This gun should still be usable. When I put it into the portable space just now, the blue light inside didn't react at all.

However, those bullets in the magazine, after all these years, I don’t know how many rounds are still available.

Du Fei simply had no intention of going out with a gun, so he wasn't worried about it.

Put the pistol aside.

Du Fei took a breath and finally took out another thing.

Peeling off the newspaper outside, what was wrapped inside was actually a black leather briefcase.

Du Fei glanced at the newspapers, which were the "Beijing Daily" in June 1954.

Pushing open the rusty metal buckle, he opened the briefcase with a click.

Du Fei did not reach in, but spread the newspaper on the ground, picked up the briefcase, and poured out everything inside.