Chapter 2916 2920 [Principle]

The owner looked down and found that the laces were really scattered.

He didn't think much, handed the gun to the acquaintance, and then squatted down to organize the shoelace.

The next moment, a muzzle arrived on his chin.

"?!" The middle -aged shop owner froze, and immediately showed a ugly smile. "What are you doing, this joke is not funny at all, what should I do if I get angry? -Mylore this dangerous thing."

The person on the opposite side had no response, but just looked down at the watch that had been carefully adjusted, and then whispered: "Goodbye."

Click, the second point is pointing to the end.

The trigger is deducted.

With the sound of "嘭", the middle -aged shop owner flew bleeding from his chest. He twitched a few times. Like many wild boars he had killed before, he fell to the ground with death.

A life passed in front of him.

Vodka's fingers put their eyes, and sighed silently: Although I have seen countless corpses who have died in the shooting, I also followed the big brother Qinjiu to create a lot of ... but when I think of killing the unlucky ghost in front of me, he has a real murderer behind him. In the end, some rabbits are sad.

"Huh?" At this moment, vodka noticed a strange thing.

The gunfire in the mountains was very harsh, and the beasts and birds fled one after another -I do n’t know why, Xiao Cang Qianzha, who was not too far away, seemed to hear anything, still sitting on Qiu Qian and shaking.

Vodka: "...?"

No right.

A drug trafficking member who was avoiding the police in the police suddenly heard the sound of gunfire nearby. How could it be free to worry? Even if the guy innocently thought that the sound of gunfire was a middle -aged shopkeeper, he should see a few times to this side.

For a moment of doubt, vodka sneered and felt that he had guessed the answer.

Everything that is not explained, as long as it is put on that person, it will be explained.

—— Why is Xiaocang Qianpu still sitting here?

Of course, because he is a bait used to catch Calvado. Uzo hadn't let him go, so he couldn't leave.

... Although I don't know how Wizo did it, this is not important. Just like a gun mader, he does not need to learn to build steel, and the accounting does not need to verify the 1+1 = 2. The Uzo researchers do not need to know the operation principle of Wizo ... as long as he believes that he can do it.

Vodka sighed silently and narrowed his sense of presence.

Nympho

It's not too far away from this.

When the sound of the shotgun sounded, Xiao Cang Qian, who was swinging, made a spirit of excitement, which was startled.

But soon he looked back again, looked down at the watch, and whispered and scolded: "Fortunately, when I went out, I glanced at the schedule, otherwise I would be so scared that the heart disease would be committed."

"Speaking ..." He glanced at the direction of the cafe across the ceiling, and then couldn't help rubbing his ears:

"Does technology have not been progressing, but how do I feel that the sound of popcorn is louder than when I was a kid? Shouldn't it be that old hat for so -called 'restores', I made a special machine that can no longer be broken. Use it ... "

He shook his head, continued to swing his Qiu Qian, and prayed in his heart to pray that the troubled guests quickly experienced the project and rolled out.

Nympho

One minute ago.

In the yard of Takehara Cafe.

The old farmers sit next to the bulky popcorn machine and debug this machine: "Okay, so it is almost -after the pressure is large enough, remember to put on the cover like this, otherwise the popcorn will fly around the good popcorn everywhere "" "

Say he looked at the watch. It is almost 1:30, and it is time for the end of the 嘣 正 正 正 正. The old farmers picked up the hammer and stuck the second hand with a sense of ritual, knocking on the board on the machine.

The "嘭" sounded, and the sweet popcorn spit out, and it turned out to be like what he just said. The popcorn flowed out, and many of them hit the cover.

Jiang Xia raised his head, his eyes fell into the forest in the distance.

"Huh? What's wrong?" The old farmer shook his cover, and when he looked up, he saw a few high school students with shocked faces.

He froze and grinned: "Now the child, he has never seen the previous popcorn, one by one is so scared."

I just searched for a Tongtong and Kaito, who had no acquisition, and Conan: "..." It turned out to be popcorn, and I almost thought that I had encountered a shooting again.

Several female high school students also look at you and me, look at me, a pair of eyes, they immediately understood the reason why the friends were scared, just like themselves -the sound of blasting just now is really like they usually listen to it. The gunshot.

"This kind of sound is the sound of popcorn." Suzuki Garden was relieved, sitting down under the corridor, shaking the hanging legs, "I thought someone was killed by the gun."

The old farmers thought she was joking and laughed twice in cooperation. Although he didn't understand the words "being killed by the gun" why he spit out from a young and fashionable little girl's mouth, but insight in the city There may be a new joke in which the city is.

He silently remember the joke and prepare to use it himself in the future. After that, the dedicated pop -up master's attention was concentrated in his work.

He poured the fried popcorn into a large iron pot, then took a bowl that had been prepared for a long time, and poured the clear liquid in the bowl: "In the end, sprinkle with sugar water, and then mix it carefully- Come and try, do it! "

High school students looked back and looked down at a bowl of popcorn that the old farmers just scooped out.

The expanded rice grains were full and covered with crystal syrup. The warm aroma hit the face, immediately diluting the solemnity brought by the "gunshot" just now.

Several people took the wooden bowls one by one, looked at the freshly baked antique snacks in the bowl, and scooped a spoonful into their mouths with suspicion and expectation.

The next moment, their eyes lit up: "It's delicious! It's different from those sold in the supermarket."

"Of course." The old farmer smiled proudly, "There are so many people in the village who can make popcorn, but the store manager invited me alone - my craftsmanship is incomparable to ordinary people."

Speaking of the store manager, Hattori Heiji sighed: I don't know if the middle-aged man who is not very hospitable has killed the wild boar.

Just thinking about it, a voice came from behind. Jiang Xia chewed popcorn and said vaguely: "Someone is waving at us."

"Huh?" Hattori Heiji looked back at him, and then followed his gaze to look at the mountains and forests ahead.

Sure enough, from a distance, a man in forest ranger uniform was standing in the clearing in the forest, waving his arms in the direction of the crowd, with a frequency and rhythm that seemed to be greeting.

The high school students then politely waved back at him, and were disappointed to find that the uncle was alone and did not carry a wild boar.

The middle-aged store manager who had not caught the prey did not stay in the clearing for long, and after saying hello, he turned around and went into the woods.

Soon, his figure gradually disappeared.