Chapter 6 Chapter 5 The Cultivation of a Super Killer

troubled times October 1st Suddenly, autumn is here!In the middle of the night two days ago, the heating in the house was turned on, blowing out the dust from the whole summer, which made the whole family sensitive for several days. The leaves are also starting to change color. The Japanese Dan maple is gradually turning from green to red; the Canadian sugar maple (sugar Maple) is dyed a piece of bright red from the treetop; And become burnt red.The tall birch trees (sweet Birch) all turned yellow at once; when the wind blows, they fly all over the sky. In the evening and early morning, flocks of "quack quack" wild geese flit across the sky.Mornings and evenings are routine flight training, warming up for their upcoming "expedition"; other times they wander in the park, pulling strips of green feces all over the ground.

In the past, my family hired a housekeeper from Shanghai who could cook all kinds of dishes, even with a lot of salt and oil, and loved to take my eighty-year-old mother on outings.Once, I had a whim and asked my mother to help her catch wild geese in the park and roast them.The result was said by the people in the park.I hope it is "talking", not "swearing".If you are scolded, it will be too embarrassing for the Chinese. Wildlife conservation has been the hottest topic these years. When I lived in Bayside, there was a notice posted in a nearby park saying that the government had approved a large sum of money for a comprehensive renovation.Over the next year or so, I saw excavators coming in and out, first removing the big rocks by the lake, and then pushing a lot of soil into the water.After the renovation of the park was completed, there was a large piece of reeds taller than a person beside the lake, and a lot of reeds growing beside the water. At first glance, I thought I was in the wild.In contrast, the places for children and adults to play and relax have not only not expanded, but have become smaller.

Then, there were more wild geese and wild ducks, and some swans flew from nowhere.After a while, the swan followed a few little swans.They must have built their nests and hatched their eggs in that big clump of reeds. The park in front of my house is also followed by a large stretch of reeds, stretching from the bay to the inland, connecting with Alley Pond, and then extending westward from Alley Pond, passing by the site where the World Fu Expo was once held. Corona Park reaches the edge of Manhattan. Except for Corona Park and a few small pieces of it that have been developed and look "inhabited", everything else is "wild land".The wild land near water is the trail (Marsh), which is also a swamp, and it is said that it can purify the water and soil best.Toxic waste water, passing through here, is absorbed by plants, decomposed by bacteria and purified.All kinds of birds gather and breed here, and use the sandy beach of the "estuary" below to bask in the sun and look for food.

When the tide is low, I often take my daughter to walk along the beach for a long distance to see white mandarin ducks, mallard ducks (mallard ducks), night herons (Night Heron), seagulls and long-legged hemp (Rittern), where Play, find something to eat. The estuary is a place where plankton gathers, and it attracts many fish and shrimps that eat plankton.When the tide ebbs, many small fish and fish are exposed, as well as mussels and oysters.Smart seagulls always pick up those scale things; fly high, and then drop them.Throwing, diving down, and shouting loudly, it means: "This is what I threw down. It falls on the ground and breaks up. The meat inside is delicious. You must not snatch it."

Especially in winter, there is snow on the ground, which is soft and hard to break.The seagulls threw it into the parking lot where the snow had been shoveled, and the sound of "slapping" was endless.Another time, the parking lot wasn't shoveled, and I shoveled snow, and they threw it at my house and yelled at me. In my yard, there are often visitors at night, and several times I saw raccoons climb on the big tree outside the window and look at me.It is said that some people's doorbell buttons are bright, and they will ring the bell.Xiong is smart enough to know what to eat. Since he tasted the garbage in my house, he stopped going to the neighbor's house and came here exclusively to find Chinese food.

Rabbits and pheasants often walk outside the window. One pheasant is lame. I have never seen it fly. I really don't understand. Where does it usually live?There are also those gray hares, which often squat on the road when I jog. There must be a lot of them. Where do they dig holes? How do they survive the winter? I have never seen the natural enemy of the hare, but I often hear its "woo-woo-woo-woo" sound. Generally speaking, owls only cry at night. For some reason, my owl always hoots during the day.I guess it must have eaten a lot of little hares, or gophers, because under the pine trees, I often see the bones left by it, which are bloody and fleshy, very scary.

Small wild animals can be seen in cities not only because people reserve "wild land" for them, but also because these wild lands can be connected to each other.So a deer can run dozens of miles from the other side of Manhattan, through Corona Park, into Fresh Meadows Park, into Lake Erie, to the bay, and into my backyard.If there were only "dotted" parks, many wild animals would have difficulty surviving. Autumn is here and many birds like Canada geese, hummingbirds and swallows are leaving.It is hard for me to imagine that a hummingbird as small as a dragonfly can fly south, across eight states, and take more than three hours by jetliner to reach Mexico.But ever since I saw a film about butterflies flying across the Alps from Italy to France, I figured it out.They are like "sperm bugs", they die all the way and swim all the way. Fortunately, there are so many of them that only a few can reach the other shore alive.Then, their descendants will fly back along the same route.

I also think of the frogfish (salmon) I saw in the streams of Alaska, how fast the turbulence, how inclined the terrain, what force drives them to rush upwards?There are also those smart bears who stand on the big rocks and prey easily. What is even more ruthless is that people actually set up a net at the mouth of the stream to make a salmon farm.From a distance, thousands of salmon are constantly jumping out of the water.They are not jumping for joy, they want to jump out of the net, jump into the stream, and finish their task of laying eggs and then dying. Autumn is such a season full of change and anxiety.

The leaves begin to change color and wither, and the small animals will gradually have nowhere to hide.Those who want to survive the winter now have to eat and save desperately, save enough calories or save enough food.Hares that turn gray and brown in summer have to gradually turn white in order not to be seen in the snow. The fruit was ripe, and the apples were rotten all over the ground, giving off the smell of wine, enough to eat a raccoon crookedly.Acorns, sticks, and walnuts also fell all over the ground, and squirrels lined up, carrying fruit in their mouths, walked across the electric wires across my yard. Throw it all in my yard.

After a summer, the insects are fattened up by eating, especially the crickets, which have big black and shiny heads, and make a big ghostly cry, which makes people think it is a small bird.When I walked over to have a look, I realized that it was a small thing hidden in the crack of the wall. The migratory little things are about to set off one by one.Animals that eat these small things have to be killed and eaten quickly. The flowers also withered one by one, and the bees were busy shuttling among the few remaining flowers. The same flower could be visited by five or six bees within two minutes.Butterflies and moths are also busy mating, laying eggs, and let the eggs go through the severe winter, probably knowing that "I must die".

That's what autumn is all about.There may be too much to eat, and suddenly there is nothing to eat.Life may be very good, and suddenly it is very bad!Just like a middle-aged person who has finally survived most of his life, worked hard for half of his life, has money and leisure, and can go to restaurants, dance halls, and casinos, but suddenly has a myocardial infarction and collapses. Autumn is the chaos before the great tragedy of winter, like Saigon or Shanghai before the fall.There was Russian roulette, and there was a last glass of wine and beauties.Some people are ready to escape, leaving their homes and possessions behind, and flying away with "long sighs" with the young and old.There are also people who fight desperately, grab one when they see one, and kill another when they see one. Anyway, there are not many tomorrows left. Autumn is the season of killing.Heaven kills all things, all things kill all things.The same is true for Patty, after recovering, learning, and growing up, he has become a professional killer and a "super killer" when autumn comes in this troubled world.hero october 2 I really like the western movie "Unforgiven" written and directed by Clint Eastwood, and I also like the movie "Platoon" about the American war in Vietnam.There are no natural heroes, no natural "righteous teachers", and no natural "killers" in this world.In the past, westerns all described fast gunmen, with guns out of the set, people falling to the ground, and one person can deal with dozens of people.In fact, most of the fast gunmen may have been born as "wrecks". They have never killed a few people in their lives. Twenty years ago, there were very few American films that portrayed the Vietnam War negatively.That is the "teacher of benevolence and righteousness", just like "the queen's chastity", which cannot be questioned.Unexpectedly, a group of young men suddenly took up murderous weapons, left their hometowns, and went to the other side of the earth with a sense of superiority in race and force.In the face of a group of yellow-skinned people, in the face of constant death, how abnormal and unconscionable things might be done! Most war movies and novels over-mythologize the heroes. It seems that as long as one becomes a hero, one becomes a half-saint, without the human nature of emotions and desires, and without the dirty and despicable childhood.He is Zhong Lingyuxiu, Tian Zong is wise, he is admired by all people, and the country relies on him. Unexpectedly, the more able to become a hero, the more likely he was humiliated and humbled in his early years.Otherwise, how can he "motivate and endure, and gain what he can't"? Don't expect heroes to have great minds, because heroes are often forced out of narrow environments; and don't expect heroes to have compassionate hearts, because heroes are often born out of fighting. Heroes are the remaining undead after all the heroes have died.Those dead heroes often die at the hands of this hero, how did they die?This hero won't let you know.So, you will adore him - the undead hero who has returned from the apocalypse. Then, the hero died, and a new "sage from heaven" appeared.Re-weave his hero myth, and stand on the grave of the last hero, telling everyone "the tragedy and truth of the last era". And so new cheers arose.Hearing it from a distance, it is no different from the last hero's blowing.The human heart is no different.Everyone needs spiritual instruction in the morning, listening to the speeches of heroes; they also need spiritual food in the evening, watching serials at eight o'clock. After all, people love to listen to stories and myths.Without God, people would have no purpose in life. Therefore, every era must have heroes. I also suffer from hero worship. From the beginning, I thought praying mantises were killers.Read the mantis book, know that they are brothers and sisters, and respect it.Then I learned its ability to grab me and bite me, and I admired it more and more from the pain.So even when he failed to shed his skin and was hospitalized and looked like a "bad guy", I still believed that he was a born hero. Until the last twenty.Only then did I gradually discover that no praying mantis is born strong.Every super killer is like a famous doctor who is not born. It is produced by wrong killing, indiscriminate killing, wrong diagnosis, misjudgment and failure. No wonder some people say that behind every successful operation, there are many failed operations.The doctor who saved you today may be the doctor who hurt others before.You were saved today, thanks to this doctor, and to the patients who died on the operating table in the past. No wonder some people say that even if you are beheaded, you have to stuff red envelopes. Please hire a senior executioner, lest a novice, nervous and unsteady, chop continuously, inaccurately, undeadly, or even high. Cut off half your head. good!Patty is now a super killer.However, in the process of its cultivation, I don't know how many big black bees, hornets, and yellow jackets were not killed or eaten by it, but starved to death by it. Just like the three thousand concubines in the harem, they sprinkle salt on the ground, hoping that the master's deer cart will come and be favored.Use the inner sheath of the horn, fill it with hot water, tie it to the heel and masturbate, and then gradually turn gray, gradually grow old, and gradually wither. What's more sad than a beautiful woman who can't be stunning and grows old alone? Is there anything more hateful than a warrior starving to death instead of fighting? This super killer Patty, with my accomplice, caused many heroes and beauties to die of hatred. Just me, yes!Only I know her shameful past. For the sake of my conscience, before I introduce this great killer, I will give you her inside information.veterans october third When I joined the army, I loved to listen to veterans' stink.Especially those veterans who have no family, while using skills more proficient than my mother, threading needles, threading, rubbing and pulling with one hand to tie them into a "knot", patching his stinky socks, while opening their voices Speaking of "Lao Tzu's Years". There are probably only two kinds of things in "Lao Tzu's time", one is a woman, and the other is murder.When it comes to women, the veterans who have traveled all over the country can talk about the girl from Wu Nong's soft words; from the Shandong girl with garlic smell on her head, to the Sichuan lady who eats too much chili and is hot "over there" .There is also a veteran who participated in the Burmese Army and saved many foreigners. He said that in the deep mountains, he "worked" a few girls with "door curtains" on their heads.Talking, talking, and making gestures, like pulling a zipper, you have to open the curtain before you can find out. I also remember a particularly "shameful" veteran who said that if the lady was not polite enough to go to the "Military Paradise", he would shave his beard before going next time, secretly hold the shaved beard in his hand, and wipe it on the lady's face. Private parts, then go up to "do".The beard stubble was all stuck in her. I didn't feel it at the time. It would definitely fester in two days, and I wouldn't be able to go to work for half a month. As for "killing someone", the veteran was even more in high spirits.I usually see them being called around by the young lieutenant, only at this time is the happiest. "Those rookies have never killed anyone, and they don't even have the chance to see someone kill them. It's not as good as me. I've knocked down seven of them. Not one less!" "The most painful thing is to fight a paratrooper. While he is falling, it is like shooting a bird. First distribute it, how many of you, and how many of me, one by one. Just look at the head drooping, you will know Killed." I most remember one who said that he was fighting with the Japanese, jumped into the trench of the devil, gave the devil a bayonet, and stabbed it straight in the chest. The devil even smiled at the veteran when he was dying. "I still can't figure out why he smiled at me. Maybe he is still an acquaintance!? The old soldier scratched his gray hair and said. (I have written this story in "Light a Heart Lamp") With many heroic deeds later on, these veterans did not shy away from talking about how "worse" they were when they joined the army. Especially when they were talking nonsense together, they even outmatched each other, saying how timid they were before. Timidity, the more heroic later. Being able to confess the cowardice in the early years can be regarded as a kind of humility, and it can also prove that the later heroism is not "covered". In addition, there is another special advantage, that is, you can use this The image of a rookie is used to insinuate those young lieutenants on the company, "Fucking X!I think back then, when I heard the gunshot, I peed my pants. "Although he was talking about himself, he was secretly cursing the person he wanted to scold. About everyone who is brave and good at fighting and kills without batting an eye starts with "pissing his pants".At first, the enemy fired fiercely before they came within range.Gradually, I learned to wait for the enemy to enter a certain distance before aiming at leisure.If the enemy is close in sight, use the bayonet.It seems that as long as they go through the "bayonet battle", those who are not dead will be upgraded spiritually, and can be called "veteran". "Old birds" should eat when they can, sleep when they can, go to bed when they have women, fight when they have battles, and flee when they lose. The old bird had already heard the enemy's gunshots, so as long as he calculated that he would not be able to make it through for a while, he would just fall asleep.Who knows that there will be a few days and nights when I won't be able to sleep?Who knows if the next time I fall asleep, I won't be able to get up again. My super killer is already "veteran".But she, an old bird, also came from the stage of "pissing her pants". I remember that when she just finished the operation, she looked very old even though she moved to a new house, got furniture, and opened the skylight.But it's not enough, not to mention the big black bee, even the little bee can't deal with it. For a while, I even suspected that she was highly myopic, or that her eyes were too dirty.Specially dipped a cotton swab in water and washed her face.She just washed it clean, but she still turned a blind eye to it. Sometimes the bees flew in front of her eyes, but she pretended not to see them and turned her head away on purpose. A few times, the bees rushed straight at her.Even the shots that I saw occasionally, as my daughter said, she didn't seem to want to attack, but accidentally touched and pushed the opponent away. I'll never forget that gesture, it was such a shame.The pliers stretched out, as if grabbing it, but didn't hold it tightly, and shook it hastily, releasing the bee it got.Then he turned his head and walked away, basically running away. The question is, how did she grow up in the first place?It all depends on rebellion in the nest, eating brothers and sisters, it is impossible to eat them for a few months and grow so big! For this reason, I specially visited her hometown, and also entered her "former residence" for a visit.Her former residence has been dilapidated, and the gray mold of the peony has spread all the way from the leaves and invaded the petioles.Before I could cut it, the leaves had almost fallen off.But in the "broken walls", I saw traces of "firewood". One, one small white dots, gathered on the branches.This kind of aphid is the enemy I often face. For a while, the oleander was covered with aphids, and the spraying did not work.First thing in the morning, I clean up the aphids with a brush. The aphids are very fragile. When the brush is pressed a little, it will break, and pink sticky water will flow out, sticking to the tip of the brush. After a long time, the loose brush hairs actually solidify into hard. Presumably, Patty ate aphids when she was a child. Aphids are not very mobile, sweet and nutritious. It is almost like "egg pudding", which is easy to eat and can be eaten at any time.I even suspect that many praying mantises are not only unable to show the ability of "mantises as carts", but also rely on eating aphids for a lifetime.From a human point of view, I also know that delicious food is on my lips every day, so why put a lot of effort to go out to work? Of course, I believe that there will also be some insects, which are lucky enough to be delivered to Patty's door to eat. These kind of lucky insects are "moths". It makes sense for me to guess so.Because I found out that when I gave Patty any "bees", she wasn't interested (in other words, she couldn't catch them), but when I gave her "moths", she almost didn't think about it, and she ate them all. Why can she catch moths?I also made a careful observation.I found that moths have the same habit as praying mantises, that is, they don't like to stand on the leaves, but like to hide under them. Look at the moths, when they land on the leaves, they will walk quickly until they get to the edge of the leaves, turn over again, and turn to the back.The so-called "pity moths don't light lamps", although moths love lights, they are afraid of sunlight, and it can also be said that they don't like strong light.Therefore, except at night, when moths appear, it is either early in the morning or evening.Even so, they "hide their strengths and bide their time", preferring to hide in the dark. However, praying mantises are naturally afraid of strong light, and they especially like to "hang upside down" under the leaves. Therefore, when the moth turned around, it was caught by the praying mantis before it could see clearly. Besides, I think that the praying mantis will not be interested in other insects any more after getting used to eating moths.What do you think!Hornets are tough, have stings, and can attack. They are not like moths, they are fat, fat, weak, and juicy.I believe that even the wings of moths are quite delicious.As my daughter described it, it was "Potato Chips".Patty always ate the body first, and then the wings in one bite.The wings are soft, so she doesn't need to stretch out her "hands" to hold them, just like a human, put a vegetable in her mouth, and eat it bite by bite with only the strength of her lips. Another point is that I believe that the catching skills of mantises need to be practiced just like babies use their hands.Moths have wide wings, large targets, and slow speed. Of course, they are easier to catch than wasps.So the moth catches, after the moth catches the butterfly; after the butterfly catches the fly; after the fly catches the bee; after the bee catches the wasp.Every master who catches hornets like "getting out of a bag" must go this way. The same is true of my "killer training".First release the moths, and after two days, release the butterflies; after a few days, release the flies; and after a few days, release the bees, wasps, yellow jackets and big black bees. If she doesn't eat, I will starve her.Just spray some water on the gauze at the mouth of the bottle, let her climb on it, raise her head, and suck drop by drop.From her experience of peeling and getting sick, I know she can starve quite well.So even if she had been hungry for three days and there were moths sitting outside the window, I wouldn't catch them. Heroes and killers must use force.Let him be impoverished and impoverished, put to death and live after death, even not allowed to let the wind out, bask in the sun, or look at the scenery outside the window, and get rid of all his "lust". "Color Futuan" said it well: "If the breeze that fits the body, the bright moon that entertains, the bird that pleases the ear, the fern that tastes delicious, everything that is cute and lovable, but makes people linger and cannot go, is all lust." Now is to give her hard "ninja training", let her practice her eyesight, from seeing the big targets of butterflies to the small targets of wasps.From hanging on the gauze to catch prey easily, to watching the wasp's "dragon-shaped tiger step", step by step up the vertical glass.From the frontal shot, to the unpredictable "putting a cold shot". It kills during the day and is vicious at night. Sometimes I deliberately store a wasp first, move her bottle to the desk in the middle of the night, light five "halogen lamps", and then put the wasp down. If a killer only knows how to be gentle at night, and does not raise his vigilance when he is gentle, and takes out the weapon hidden under the pillow at any time, he cannot become a top-notch killer. Killers don't even have to use regular weapons.Every inch of his body, every finger, a spoon, a pencil, a rope, and a glass stocking he can grasp can be killed. Gradually I see a killer forming— Patty's eyesight was sharper, footsteps were firmer, and patience was stronger, and he would not shoot until the target was close.As long as she makes a move, even if she only touches it with the very end of her pliers, she can grab the target and make a firm bite. When she was also catching a big black bee, she was stung because the angle of her grasp was wrong, which gave the big black bee an opportunity.Green "blood" flowed from her elbow, but she ignored it and squinted, clutching tighter and biting harder.It wasn't until the big black bee was eaten up that it turned around and licked her wound. Green blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.She licked her own blood, as if she was tasting the blood of an "enemy".My own blood is also warm, delicious, salty and has a little taste of the sea. Then she turned her hand over and licked her weapon, which had turned from pale to brown after surgery.The thorns on it were longer, harder and sharper. She licked one thorn after another, tasting the lingering scent of her enemy.How lonely, lofty, magnificent, and how "tragedy" it is! I seemed to see a killer who was gritting his teeth alone under the lamp and pulled out a broken arrow. He hung up the broken arrow and made it a wall decoration, which also became a kind of mockery and tribute to himself.