Chapter 45 little witch.2

The master sells "goods", so he has to go to Shanghai once a month, for three or five days, or come back in a week, it doesn't matter.At that time, sister Ling was as happy as a prisoner fleeing under the sword.Although the old lady's scolding in the morning and night was more fierce than when the master was at home, but sister Ling was afraid of the incident that happened every day recently, and finally no one forced her.The young master who is similar to her age is also a glutton.The little girl Xing'er would tremble all over when she saw that the young master was like a mouse or a cat.Seeing that no one else was around, the young master would secretly scratch Sister Ling's palm or touch his chin.Sister Ling didn't dare to say anything, she just blushed and ran away.The young master watched her run away, but he didn't chase her.

The one who was more difficult to deal with than the young master was that son-in-law—the husband of the four daughters that the old lady often said.From the looks of it, one could tell that his strength was similar to that of the master.He also called her "Sister Ling".Even in front of such a powerful old lady, he still dared to twist sister Ling's legs under the table.Sister Ling hides from this young master, just like Xiao Xing'er hides from the young master. My uncle has a job in the town's Public Security Bureau.When the master is not at home, the son-in-law comes more frequently, sometimes with a small leather bag around his waist, and Sister Ling recognizes that it contains a pistol.At that time, sister Ling's heart was beating wildly, and she felt that it would be better if the master was at home, and she hoped that the master would come home immediately.

There is a guard group in the town, and the master is some kind of "Dong" in it.Whenever the master comes back from the "goods" office in Shanghai, the "captain" of the security team will come to see the master.There are two captains, and the thief Teite's two pairs of eyes also sneak on Sister Ling whenever he has a chance.There are two big cattail bags in the house, which are the "goods" brought by the master from Shanghai.Once, the master heard the two captains talking for a long time, and suddenly shouted angrily: "What! He sits and eats 20%, and it's too little. Do you still want to make trouble? The tuberculosis ghosts under his command, what's the use of it! If he insists, we will deal with it! There will be a hundred catties on the ship tomorrow. , you go to guard your mouth first, a fight is nothing, they are the ones who don’t talk about friendship first! ——Tomorrow morning at five o’clock! You get up early. It’s everyone’s business, don’t be afraid of hard work!”

"brothers--" "If you win the battle, each brother will give you a tael of soil!" The master didn't wait for the captain to finish speaking, he just said it, still very angry. Sister Ling stood behind the door listening intently, unexpectedly someone pinched her shoulder. "Ah--" Sister Ling just yelled, but immediately shrank.It was not someone else who screwed her up, but my uncle!His lewd eyes fixed on Sister Ling's face, as if he wanted to swallow her in one gulp.But there is another master outside the door!Sister Ling's heart was beating loudly.

Uncle barely suppressed the fire, spit out a mouthful, and left.He went to the front and chatted with the master for a long time.Later, the old man said in a rough voice: "You bastard! Then fuck him! Tomorrow morning, I will go for a walk by myself." So my uncle laughed strangely.Sister Ling's laughter sounded like the hooting of an owl. On this day, until the time when the lights were turned on, the master's face was ashen, and he didn't speak much.He took out a pistol, disassembled the mechanism, looked at it for a long time, reinstalled it, reloaded it with enough bullets, held it in his hand several times, and aimed it as if he was going to fire it.When Sister Ling walked past him, her legs couldn't help shaking.Before dinner, the master went out with a gun.Sister Ling felt as if a stone had been pressed against her heart, she was only afraid after thinking about it.

The old lady was sitting in front of a small altar, chanting silently, pinching the string of prayer beads with her fingertips very quickly.A furnace of sandalwood was burning in front of the altar. After the second watch, the master came back, his face was blue and purple, his eyes were red, he seemed to be smaller than usual, and his head was steaming with sweat.You could smell alcohol three feet away from him.He took out the pistol from his pocket and slapped it on the table.Sister Ling shook her fingers to undress him.The master suddenly opened an arm, wrapped it around Miss Ling's waist, and threw it on the bed, laughing haha.This is a common occurrence, but at this moment it was unexpected.Sister Ling didn't know if it was good or bad, she lay on the bed and dared not move.The master approached, ripped off sister Ling's clothes angrily, and pinched the dark pistol with his right hand.Sister Ling was so frightened that her hands and feet went limp, but her eyes were wide open.All the clothes were stripped off, and the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against Sister Ling's chest.Sister Ling trembled all over, and heard the master say:

"Try it with you first. Let's see if my gun is good." There was a buzzing in Sister Ling's ears, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks. "Useless slut, are you afraid of death? Hey - I still have to keep it for a few days!" The old man said with a strange smile, he moved the gun down casually, and poked Ling Jie's lower part, Ling Jie screamed in pain, thinking she was dead.While grinning grinningly, the master opened his mouth and spat out sister Ling's body and bed.The master tilted his body and fell asleep on the bed. Sister Ling cleaned up the bed, huddled in the corner of the bed, not daring to sleep, nor could she.Only at this moment did she feel that if she had shot through her chest just now, it would have been clean.She secretly picked up the pistol, looked at it for a while, closed her eyes, her heart beat for a while, and finally let go.

After the fourth watch, someone beat loudly on the gate.The master woke up, stared and listened for a while, picked up his pistol, ran to the window, opened it and shouted: "Damn it! Don't make any noise!" "Everyone is here!" Someone answered from outside the gate of a patio.The master put on his leather robe, unbuttoned it, tied a large crepe belt around his waist, tightened it, put on his pistol, and hurried down.Sister Ling heard the master asking and answering a few words with many people outside the door.Hearing the master scolding "bastard" again, everyone left.

Sister Ling looked at the sky, there were a few scattered stars, one or two frozen gray clouds.She shivered, and returned to the bed in a daze, pulled the quilt to cover her lower body, thinking in her heart that it would be better not to fall asleep, but after a while, she fell into a daze, leaning her head on the bed rail, resting on her shoulders crookedly up.She immediately had a dream: the master shot her again, saw her mother again, and her mother hugged her and cried, and her mother hugged her madly... Sister Ling woke up with a jump, her mother was gone, but someone was pressing on her , she caught a glimpse of the man's face under the kerosene lamp, and her face turned yellow with fright.

"Master! You—" She avoids the mouth that is pressing on her face, and she screams anxiously. The young master remained silent, turned his hands towards Sister Ling's face, looked into Sister Ling's eyes, and raised his lips again.Sister Ling's heart was beating wildly, she panted and said: "If you don't leave, I will call someone!" "Look at you! The old man and the police robbed soil and went to fight; the old lady doesn't care about this business!" The young master thief said, also a little out of breath.Although he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, his strength is stronger than sister Ling.

"You—this is killing me—" Sister Ling said softly with tears in her eyes, she was at his mercy. Suddenly there was a commotion of people on the street, approaching from a distance; then there was a loud knocking on the gate.Sister Ling was so anxious that she didn't care about anything.She turned over abruptly, pushed the young master down, and ran to close the door, before she closed it, the young master had already run to the door, just said "Are you unconscious?" and slipped out. Sister Ling put on a piece of clothing indiscriminately, covered her head with the blanket, curled up in the bed and shivered.I heard the noise downstairs.After a while, she shouted outside her room door.Sister Ling jumped up violently, her heart was broken, and she opened the door to see that there were five or six people, including the master and uncle. The master was carried by two people.The front of the master's fur robe was turned outward, and a pile of blood had frozen on the long snow-white beach fur.After putting the master on the bed, those few left, leaving only the uncle and another one, which was the captain.The master cried out in pain like a cow on the bed.The captain glanced over and said: "I'm afraid the town can't heal this wound. But that shot is really weird; they are all in front, and the shot from the side is really weird! It's not a stray bullet. The person who shot must have aimed at the old man. But That Chief Dog was also fucked to our heart's content!" Sister Ling squatted in the corner of the bed, but saw the uncle behind the captain smiling secretly. The old lady threw furniture downstairs and shouted: "Good retribution! Offended the Sun Bodhisattva! It's all that scumbag! The day I entered the door, I knew it was unlucky! Please do something good, just kill that stinky person! Kill her!"