The class leader's face was bright red and she would occasionally cough. It seemed like she had a pretty bad cold. I wanted to give her the pistol in my pocket, but not only did she not accept it, she even made wild guesses.
"This isn't something we should give to each other at our age. Also, if you inherited it from your family …"
"Class leader, what are you talking about? You'll have it in the future anyway, so you can familiarize yourself with it first! Also, I'm not like you, I didn't inherit it from my family, you could say I picked it up … "
"Picked it up?" The class leader's expression changed, "What do you mean picked it up?"
"Picked it up … it means picked it up. You can think of it as someone dropped it on the ground and I picked it up …"
"You …" The class leader looked at me as if she was greatly insulted, "Let's not talk about the fact that items you picked up should be returned to the lost and found office, but what are you trying to do by giving me something you picked up?"
I frowned and said: "I don't mean anything special! I just thought you could use it to defend yourself! Do you remember when we were threatened by the dog trafficking gang and they said they would take revenge on us? As long as you hide it at home, at least you wouldn't have to worry about people breaking into your home, right? "
"I … cough cough … I don't understand what you're talking about! How can that thing be used for defense! Although it's hard enough to cut glass, it won't be very effective when you hit people with it! "
"Damn! You're not satisfied with its destructive power? Class leader, are you used to killing wild boars? "
As soon as the words left my mouth, I suddenly realized the class leader and I were talking about two different things.
According to my knowledge of physics, the only material that can cut glass in daily life is diamonds!
Did the class leader mistakenly think I was going to give you a diamond ring! Did you think I was going to give you a diamond ring because I said a lot of things that would cause you to misunderstand? Did you think I was going to give you a diamond ring and propose to you on my knees!
Class leader, you really do have a serious fever! You wouldn't normally be delusional to this extent! Did you interpret "it'll be fatal if it's aimed at the heart" as Cupid's love arrow? Did you interpret the "six" with six bullets as a hexahedron!
"Ahem — —" I cleared my throat. In order to not make the class leader feel too awkward, I deliberately pretended not to understand what the class leader meant by 'it can cut glass'.
"What have you been talking about since the beginning? Is he talking nonsense because he has a fever? This is what I want to give you. Don't cry out when you see it! "
I glanced at the bedroom door to make sure Shu Zhe didn't open the door to peek. Then, I pulled out my gun and showed it to the class leader.
"A domestic 9mm police revolver?" The class leader blinked her eyes in astonishment. The expression on her face was so wonderful that it couldn't be described with words. In terms of color, it could be said that it was a riot of colors. First it was red to purple, then it was as if it was covered by a layer of white cloth. She forced herself to calm down.
The class leader did her best to hide her embarrassment and took the police revolver from my hands, "Is it a fake gun? He actually gave me a toy that was obviously meant for boys … "
However, as soon as she took the pistol, the squad leader felt that something was wrong with the weight. Her eyes quickly scanned the area where Peng TouSi rubbed off the badge and gun number.
With a huge question in mind, the class leader pointed the barrel down vertically. With a sound of metal friction, she skillfully slid out of the roulette magazine. Then, she found six shiny rubber bullets in the magazine. (Only the bullet head is rubber).
The class leader's expression turned cold and she quickly put the magazine back in place. After she carefully checked that the safety was locked, she held the gun with both hands and her wrists began to tremble.
"This … is a real gun, right? Even if Ai Mi's bodyguards have guns, it shouldn't be this standard — did you get it from the kidnappers? Did they steal a police pistol and you seized it? "
As expected of the class leader, she was able to quickly deduce the correct conclusion even when she was sick.
I pretended to be relaxed and patted my thigh, "That's right, this gun was seized from the kidnappers, so the police shouldn't have any record of it. I feel like you already have a shotgun in your house, so you should hide a revolver as well …"
"Close the curtains!" The class leader suddenly ordered. I embarrassedly got up to close the curtains. On one hand, I thought the class leader was making a fuss over nothing, but on the other hand, I had the illusion that I could do embarrassing things with the curtains closed.
I closed the curtains and sat back on the chair. The class leader placed the pistol between us with the barrel parallel to her body and lectured me with a serious expression:
"Ye Lin, how could you do something like this! This is a police gun, it's not something to joke around with! "
I disagreed, "The six bullets in this revolver are all rubber bullets, they can't kill people under normal circumstances. Besides, don't you also have a shotgun at home? The kind that can easily blow my head off from 200 meters away … "
"The one at home … can be explained as a souvenir!" The class leader said a bit irrationally, "That's a shotgun that my grandfather used, it's a legal shotgun for hunters! Yours is completely different, it's a stolen police gun! How can you hide something like that at home? Hurry up and hand it over to the police! "
After throwing a tantrum at me, the class leader panted weakly and looked at me with a disappointed gaze. It seems like the class leader wanted me to understand the seriousness of the situation, that's why she threw a tantrum at me.
Was I too careless? Peng TouSi came from America, so he wasn't familiar with China's gun control laws. He thought the class leader, who already had a shotgun at home, would gladly accept my gift. Turns out I was too naive.
I could only nod like an elementary school student who made a mistake. "I understand, I'll think of a way to get Peng TouSi to return the gun to the police, is that fine?"
The class leader, who temporarily didn't have the strength to speak, blinked as an answer.
I reached out to pick up the gun on the bedsheets, but I suddenly stopped.
"Class leader, you must have done some research on it if you can tell it's a 9mm domestic revolver at a glance! If it's a fake gun, you would accept it and play around with it in the house, right? "
"Nonsense! How could I be as childish as you say! Who would hold a toy gun and pretend to be a policewoman … cough cough … "The class leader coughed in anger.
"Okay, okay, our mature class leader definitely wouldn't like toy guns." I spread out my hands, "Then do you like this real gun? What would you think if it was issued to you by the police? "
The class leader glanced at the police revolver out of the corner of her eye.
"I haven't done much research on firearms and ammunition. From the looks of it, this revolver's barrel is relatively short. Although it doesn't look harmonious, it's relatively faster to draw the gun. This is the first batch of domestically produced police revolvers. It should be based on the experience of American police. Although it has a small capacity, it has a low jam rate and a fast firing speed. It helps increase the survival rate of armed police officers — — but apparently the airtightness isn't good and it's easy to spray gunpowder on the user's face. So I hope I can get an improved model after I get a gun. "
"Hey! You're still saying you haven't done any research on firearms and ammunition? Isn't that a professional! I reckon you can fire this gun without any training? If you aim at the darts on the bedroom door, you'll hit the bull's eye! "
On top of the class leader's bedroom door, there was a darts that she bought from the supermarket. There were three darts nailed to the center of the bull's eye. It seems like the class leader would occasionally practice her darts as a form of relaxation in between studying and doing chores.
Although the class leader insisted on me returning the police pistol, she couldn't resist my temptation. She held the pistol with both hands, squinted one eye, aimed at the darts, and moved the muzzle slightly.
I bet the class leader made a 'bang' sound in her mind and imagined white smoke coming out of the barrel, but she was too embarrassed to say it in front of me.
The sick class leader's arms were weak, so she put the pistol down after a while. I was about to put the pistol back in my pocket, but the class leader thought about it and said:
"It's too dangerous for you to wear it on the streets. Leave it with me for now and I'll have to trouble Peng TouSi to come get it. I'll put it in the first drawer of my wardrobe … No, in the third drawer! "
The class leader hurriedly changed her mind and watched me put the pistol in the third drawer. I remember the first and second drawers of the class leader's wardrobe were for the class leader's bra and underwear. Since the class leader has OCD, the three pieces of underwear were arranged according to their height. The third drawer was her socks.
Although a girl's socks are good for YY for fetishes, it's still lower level than her bra and underwear. The class leader's throat became hoarse after changing her mind once, so she didn't plan on changing her mind again.
It's a western Christmas tradition. Children like to hang a sock at the head of their bed and wait for Santa Claus to stuff presents inside. I was brainless and thought of myself as an existence similar to Santa Claus. I directly stuffed the pistol into one of the class leader's scarlet socks — — that was probably something the class leader would wear during her birthyear.
"Eh? It's so tight, I can't even stuff it in! "I complained as I busied myself.
"I only told you to put it on the surface, who told you to put it in …" The class leader was speechless at my brainless actions, "Also, Santa Claus wouldn't give a gun to a child!"
"Ah! It's torn! " I listened to the class leader's words and wanted to pull out the revolver, but the quality of the class leader's red sock wasn't too good. A large chunk of it was scratched by the edge of the revolver. I knew I couldn't wear the sock after looking at the curled cotton thread.
"I'm sorry, I thought it could be used as a holster! I heard Ai Mi say a lot of Americans hide guns like this, maybe your feet aren't big enough … "
"What does the size of my feet have to do with you!" The class leader flew into a rage out of humiliation. She picked up a ball on the side of the pillow and threw it at me. I subconsciously blocked it and the soft ball fell to the ground. When I looked down, I realized it was a pair of light grey female socks with a Snoopy pattern embroidered on them.
"Eh? Class leader, do you also wear these childish socks at home? "
"Don't touch it!" The class leader was ashamed that she had used the socks she took off not long ago as a weapon. "That's for tonight! Hide your gun properly and get out of here! Bring in dinner, I'm hungry! I'll clean up the socks on the floor! "
Since the class leader was determined, I did as she said. But when I opened the door, I saw Shu Zhe sneakily running to his bedroom as if he had been eavesdropping on his sister's room.
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