Back to the old lady's house, she hasn't come back from shopping yet. otbnkotgt The old lady is very sensitive to sounds.
When I first came here, I walked out several times to make phone calls.
After coming in, she would curiously ask me what I said on the phone, and learned a few Chinese words in a decent way, even though she didn't understand the meaning.
Therefore, it is easy to communicate with the landlady on a daily basis, and I can hear her softly spoken words clearly.
I shouted this in the voice I usually call her, but I didn't hear the landlady's voice, but the voice in the basement was slightly softer.
"Landlady" I called again.
The voice below became softer, and now I became suspicious.
Could it be that there has been a burglary at home?
In the United States, especially in Texas, if a thief breaks into a door and is discovered by the owner, he can shoot him.
Even if you kill the thief, the judge may not necessarily convict you in the end.
Therefore, thieves in Texas are very careful and usually look for opportunities to escape after being discovered.
Moreover, single-family houses in the United States have basements and garages.
Generally speaking, garages are a man's paradise.
There are all kinds of mechanized equipment inside, and those who like to drive late can even convert the garage into a smaller repair garage.
The basement is a place where sundries are stored.
I have been at the landlady's house for a while, but I have never been in the basement because it is usually locked.
When I discovered that the source of the strange noise was in the basement, I was still puzzled.
Valuable things are generally not stored in basements, and thieves should know this, but why did they go to the basement?
I walked to the stairs leading to the basement and looked down.
The door to the basement had indeed been pried open, and the broken lock was thrown casually on the ground.
At the same time, the door was open, and a trace of light came out of it, but surprisingly The quietness.
Maybe the thief who sneaked in also noticed me and deliberately made no sound.
I raised my feet and walked towards the door, but at this moment.
An iron hammer hit my head hard from behind.
The person wielding the hammer obviously wanted to catch me off guard.
An ordinary person would probably have fallen victim to this trick, but unfortunately it was me he encountered today.
The hand holding the iron hammer was just halfway through the swing.
Suddenly my raised right hand grabbed his wrist, then I turned around and raised my left hand to strangle his neck.
"Ahhh" the person who was grabbed by the neck could not make a sound.
I can only scream.
When I saw this person's face, I suddenly felt familiar.
Then I thought about it carefully.
Isn't this person one of the three people I met watching the old lady's house during the day?
It seems that I really met a thief.
I came to visit during the day. , came in and stole things when no one was home.
When I caught this person, I had my back to the basement.
At this moment, a person rushed out amid the shouting.
He was also one of the three people I saw during the day.
Holding a big iron spanner in his hand, he rushed behind me and tried to hit me on the head.
At this time, I was so angry that I knocked the man to the ground and rolled him back into the basement.
There was no movement, so he probably fainted after falling.
After seeing this, the thief in front of me looked even more ugly.
He kept trying to break free from my hand.
Although I looked thin and weak, there was a sea of holes in my hand running.
If it were a matter of strength, I really wasn't afraid of the man in front of me.
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As a result, after struggling for a long time, instead of letting go of my hand, I was very tired.
Then, I was tied to the handrail of the stairs.
He turned around and looked inside the basement again, but the man still didn't move.
I guess I really fainted.
I saw three people during the day, but now there were only two in front of me.
I looked out through the window and saw a black car parked on the roadside.
Although the window glass was covered with film and could not be seen clearly, the smoke coming out of the gap in the open window could be seen.
Someone should be smoking inside.
The driver was sitting inside smoking.
Open a crack to let some smoke escape.
At this time, I heard someone knocking on the car window.
I thought it was one of my own who had succeeded, so I unlocked the car.
After feeling someone sitting in, he asked: "Where are the things?"
"What is that?"
I asked, already sitting in the back seat.
"Idiot, have you got the holy object?"
The driver said the word "holy object".
Although my English is not particularly good, I can still understand it.
"What holy thing?"
I asked strangely.
"Are you an idiot?
How many times do you need me to repeat it?
Why has your voice changed and your accent has changed so strangely?"
He looked back while speaking.
When he saw this, the guy's face suddenly changed, because what he saw was not him. of gang members, but one in my face.
"Hello."
I smiled, and then I punched him before he could react.
After a while.
At the old lady's house, the three thieves who broke into the empty door were tied to the stair railing, and they looked at me with horrified eyes.
It was not because I was blinded, but because I now had the driver's gun in front of me. pistol.
"You three, this is not the first time we have met.
I didn't expect you to be thieves.
Can you tell me what you want to steal?"
I asked.
"Let us go!"
The most vicious of the three was the driver.
Judging from his tone and attitude, he was probably the leader of the group.
I raised my gun and walked over.
The three people shrank back subconsciously.
I stared at the driver and said, "You mentioned the word holy object before.
Can you tell me what the holy object you mentioned is?"
"I won't tell you, let me go, bastard, or I'll look good on you, let me go!"
the driver yelled at the top of his voice.
I didn't even shoot.
The neighbors would definitely hear the gunfire, but You don't have to use a pistol to make someone suffer.
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He reached out and touched the driver's knee.
A ray of golden light shot through his kneecap, causing the man to roar in pain.
"Ah, bastard, you are a damn lunatic."
They were obviously the ones who came to steal things and were rude to me after I caught them.
As a result, I became a lunatic and a bastard.
"Now, who among the three of you can tell me what the holy object is.
I will consider letting him go.
I will count down three seconds.
If you don't tell me, don't blame me for being rude."
After that, I started.
The driver's bones were quite strong during the countdown, but the other two couldn't bear it anymore, and they were defeated after a few countdowns.
"I said.
I told you, please let us go."
The two people shouted in a hurry.
"Go ahead," I said, waving my pistol.
"Don't tell him, do you want to die?
Your souls will have no resting place.
You will never be able to enter heaven and suffer in hell for tens of millions of years.
That is endless pain.
Are you crazy?"
the driver yelled, His words seemed not to be that of an ordinary thief, but his words seemed more like those of a believer in a certain religion.
"We don't want to die yet.
The holy relics were stolen before.
They belong to our leader, no, but they belong to God's seeds.
They contain wisdom and the power of life."
"Seed Master God, what religion do you belong to?"
I asked strangely.
"We are Easter Day believers."
At this time, the truth came out.
It turned out that the three people I caught were Easter Day believers.
"Back then, our leader had a gift from God, which was the seed of the Tree of Wisdom in the Garden of Eden, which contained all the wisdom and life force in the world.
But later, such a priceless treasure, the holy seed seed, was stolen by a believer whom the leader trusted.
"The leader asked all of us believers to pursue him for many years, and finally the three of us discovered the whereabouts of the escaped believer," another person added hurriedly.
"Escaped believers, what are you doing here?"
I finally reacted, and at this moment the door of the house opened, and the old lady stood at the door holding a bag of food she had just bought and looked at us.
"It's her," one of the tied people shouted after seeing the old lady.
"She is the believer who escaped in the first place.
She was the one who stole the holy relics of our leader."
The old lady and I looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the house instantly dropped to freezing point
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