Chapter 7 Chapter 6 The Killer and His Master

killer October 4th I really like the word "killer".Although I have heard people say "killer, killer" since I was very young, it was not until a few years ago when I took a taxi and heard the driver say "killer" that I really found it interesting. The driver was a fellow from Shandong, and he drove an old car that might disintegrate if it encounters a big pit.Seeing me coming up, I looked a little guilty when I met a bosom friend.Actively speak: "Thank you! You didn't complain about my car." I didn't answer, but I was actually blaming myself in my heart: "I have no eyes, and I stopped an old car. Not only is it old, but it also smells strange."

"In two days, I'll get a new car." The fellow said to the mirror, "At that time, the scenery will be beautiful, and I hope to meet you again." "Congratulations! Congratulations! Have you ordered a new car?" I also looked in the mirror. "Ha!" He actually clapped his hands on the steering wheel: "You don't know that. I just ordered a killer, handed over this car to the killer, and bought a new one." I was startled, and thought to myself, I met someone "on the road".Ask in a low voice: "Lend the car to the killer?"

"It's not a loan! It's handed over to the killer. This killer is very capable. He only walks in alleys, just like this Yanji Street." He pointed to the street in front of him, and just happened to have a Mercedes-Benz approaching him, and he yelled again : "That's right! If the killer bumps into the Mercedes-Benz not driving on the right side, but in the middle of the road, he will bang——slam on the gas pedal, hit it hard, smash the car half to pieces, and then go down to ask for money. " "Want money?" I asked curiously, "How much money do you want?"

"How much money do you want?" He turned his head and smiled at me, and patted the steering wheel again: "You need a new fucking car, or are you still called a killer?" When he said the word "killer", he made the sound "sizzling", speaking short and hastily, less than half a second in total.But it sounds like a "killer" who draws his gun coldly. When you hear the gunshot, you have already fallen down.That's how you say "killer". If you use the standard national accent and slowly say "ㄕㄚㄕㄆ" word by word, you won't be "killer" at all.

Reminds me of the English "Assassin Assassin", there are four "s" in the eight letters, and you have to say it quickly - aspk, when the "A" in the front and the "N" in the back are pronounced very lightly , just like the "sizzling" said by this fellow from Shandong. The killer must be quick, unprepared, and make a "hissing" sound, letting the bullets and throwing knives fly through the air-saw...swish...ah! I believe that Patty will also like the title of "killer".The title is not named, which shows respect for people.Not only people with status like this, but even the little brothers on the road are like this.The reason is simple:

If you are a little brother and don't want others to know your real name, or feel that you are a "new and reborn" person and don't want to think about the past, of course you have to use an "alias". If you are a bureaucrat, after decades of bragging and flattering you, and you finally got to the position you are in today, how can you not let everyone always remember this title and respect this achievement?And every time I listen to it, I feel more and more affirmed, which leads to greater confidence. And if you are a great leader, you can’t be called by your first name directly——”Calling me by my first name, especially my nickname back then, is simply an insult to me! You just What is your intention to bring me back to the time when I was on an equal footing with you, and remind me of many embarrassing things from that year? Do you want to make friends and build relationships? Or do you want to rebel?

That's why I'm sure Patty would like everyone to just call her "The Killer" and forget about her days when bees were too scared to touch her.So from now on, I will secretly call her Patty when no one is around.In front of everyone, I must be respectful and call her a "killer". (Also, if you're paying attention, you should notice that I've called "she" instead of "it" because I've taken her as a person." When I used to read martial arts novels, most of the male protagonists in them were children with bloody feuds.He was knocked off the bank by someone's palm, and was seriously injured, but he took the lingzhi xiancao again, met another stranger, got the secret of martial arts, and opened up the second vein of Ren and Du.

When the new leader of the martial arts world appears, it is likely to be "swordy eyebrows, starry eyes, white teeth, red lips, and a nose hanging like a gall, like a jade tree facing the wind." Now, so does my super killer.She was reborn by accident, got the delicious food I enshrined, and got the guidance of my expert, and learned the skill of "killing" step by step, and her appearance became more and more beautiful, a bit like "Sailor Moon" in Japanese cartoons. She has one big eye, each of which is composed of "compound eyes", which can observe 360 ​​degrees, and even the slightest disturbance in the surroundings cannot escape her sharp eyes.

In the middle of her two big eyes, like Prince Nezha, she was born with three "Ocelli" to distinguish the changes of light and dark.When night falls, her electric eyes can tell her two big eyes to change into dark lenses.So when I met her at night, she was like a "big star" who went to public places and wore sunglasses for fear of being recognized. There are two antennas (antenna) on her head, which are tools for "listening to the sky", which can not only feel the touch, but also can answer.In order to be vigilant in all directions, there are also two antennas (cerci) on her buttocks, especially when she meets a lover or rival in love, the two "posterior antennae" play a role in expressing feelings and distinguishing between friends and foes.

Her mouth is really sexy, in addition to soft upper and lower lips (labium), a tongue (hypopharynx) that can suck a lover to death, and two pairs of chewing white teeth (mandibles & maxillae).Her mouth is so flexible, even if you let her bite the food, the food can turn around without using your hands, and finally it will be bitten into small pieces and pass through her thin "scented neck", nourishing her beauty body of. Her head is small, far exceeding the one-to-nine ratio of "international models". But she is not a "boob", and it can even be said that there is no "bo", because she is wearing thick armor, but she has a waist, which is so slender that it is pitiful.From the chest of her armor, she stretched out her long arms, which was a gift from God to her, like a "Robot Cop", with the sharpest weapons in the world growing on her arms.

The upper arm with small thorns prevents the enemy's sword from sliding even if it is slashed, and also allows her to take the opportunity to fight back. Her hug can be intoxicating, she always escapes with the most tender fingers (tarsus) first, then hooks you with her long nails (tibial spur), and then hugs you into her arms, secretly licking the two sides of her lower arm. A row of steel knives, sent into your body. Her legs are long and straight.The two front legs are good at dancing; the two hind legs are good at jumping. Her hips are large, of the fertile kind.She never cries when she gives birth, and never cries for bed when she makes love.She is a dignified lady, reminiscent of a lady in a medieval court wearing a tutu skirt, shaking a feather fan, leaning slightly to greet guests. She is even an angel who can fly.But never show it unless necessary.She is Zhuang Jiang, the most beautiful woman in the world.Tall, with a broad forehead, a slender head and moth eyebrows, and beautiful eyes. She is also "clothed in brocade and beautiful clothes" like Zhuang Jiang, wearing gorgeous brocade forgings inside and a brown single gown on the outside.The brocade skirt is worn at the waist, and the burqa is slightly higher, sometimes with a green edge.When she lifted up the four wing-thin garments, there were green stripes, red flowers, and golden millets, which were so beautiful. Even more beautiful is when she "performs a mission".The brown-green burqa becomes the best "camouflage clothing" in the woods.She took small steps, approaching the target inch by inch.There was neither tenderness nor hatred in her eyes; her hands were too steady to tremble; her heart was beating as usual; her breathing was still as regular as ever.She looked at it coldly, not at people, not at things, not at a living thing, but just aiming at the "target". For every professional killer, there are only "targets" and no "people".Because there is a person, there is love, and when there is love, a little hesitation is caused, which is the moment when the killer is destroyed. There are not many killers in the hometown of death.Those who can die no longer look like killers.And like a benevolent old man.The calmness of the killer in his later years is like the calmness when he pulled the trigger when he was a teenager, like a lake without a ripple. So the killer is also less prone to wrinkles.No crying, no smiling face, flat, quiet, as if in meditation. The hand in meditation is the most stable and can point directly to people's hearts. The face in meditation is the youngest, so even though Patty is in her prime, she is still as young as a girl—an innocent girl, don't need to be defensive.battle of wits october 5th I thought about the word "killer" yesterday and spent another night thinking about it. Who is the real killer in this world?And who is the target of being hunted? There are also so-called "predator" and "prey" in English, and these words are even more arbitrary. At least, it is only from one perspective. If you look at it as a whole, there are Which "killer" is not the "hunted", and which "hunted" is not the "killer"? The so-called "mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is behind." It tells the target of the mantis being hunted by the oriole at the same time.The so-called "big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp", is the same reason. The entire universe is a cycle of things, one eats one, one feeds another.Who knew we weren't little animals raised by some higher master?And like "fighting crickets", deliberately provoke some disputes, sprinkle some water, breathe out, create some heavenly destruction; use heavenly destruction to force man-made disasters, and then watch a group of people fight and kill, and change the dynasty. Maybe we are just little things raised on earth by a higher master.We too are replaced, hunted, loved, abandoned or rescued. Every day in the garden, working hard for Patty's diet.Or lie down on the ground to dig the cricket's hole, or turn over the melon leaves to find the big black bee, or climb the tree to catch the big black bee.I gradually discovered that despite looking at such a small courtyard, there were many battles and killings inside. Fortunately, this fight is also like a human world, only occasionally happening in certain areas.After a long struggle, the weak have been eliminated long ago.For the rest, they divide their respective spheres of influence and try to maintain a state of "contact without conflict" or "respective expression". So you can see the same big flower with three different kinds of bees on it, each of them eats their own, and no one bites the other.You can also see a small flower with a bee parked inside and a huge hornet flying around outside. You just wait patiently until the little bee has eaten enough before going in to eat. To survive, one must know "forbearance" and "letting go".Know to put "ownership" aside first, and jointly fish and develop together.Because there is no real monopoly in this world, only common ownership.When everyone wants to be the "sole owner", disputes will continue, and no one will be at peace in the end. "Natural selection, survival of the fittest"!The "fittest" is not the strongest, but the most adaptable and the most able to compromise. Probably because of the compromise of thousands of generations, each insect has a different personality, diet and flying method.When I first started catching them, because I didn't understand them, I always missed them.It wasn't until after more than a month of practice that I figured out the personality of each worm, it became easy. Give a very simple example.If I "catch" a bee on a flower bush, it must fly up and into my bag.On the contrary, if I catch a fly, it will probably go down and run away from the leaves of the flower without a trace. I often think: bees are like horses, horses are animals against the wind, "horses whistling in the wind", horses always neigh in the wind.As for flies, they are like cows.The ox is an animal that goes with the wind, "bows its head and is willing to be a ox." The ox always walks with its head down and with the wind, letting others lead and ride it. I think everyone would rather be a horse that "neighs against the wind" than a cow that "bows its head against the wind".It is only from the experience of catching bees and flies that I understand why the soft-skinned, unarmed, and less united fly survives to this day and spreads farther than the bees. Flies that can drill holes are of course better able to adapt to this real world than bees that can only fly high towards the light.A villain who can eat dung is of course more blessed, live longer, and have more children and grandchildren than a bee who only eats honey. Even I would rather catch bees than flies. In addition to figuring out the personalities of bugs, you also need to know when they appear. For example, on rainy days, insects hide and cannot be caught; at noon in summer, when the sun is bright, insects may be afraid of the heat and will not move out.There are only early morning and evening, one is because they are hungry all night, and they are eager to find something to eat; the other is that it will be dark soon, like a hawker who is about to close his stall, and is eager to do the last business, so there are a lot of insects. (press : The insects here mainly refer to bees and butterflies.) In the same way, they are also very diligent on the days when it rains for several consecutive days and suddenly clears up. After several consecutive sunny days, if you sprinkle some water on the ground, many flying insects will come to drink water. You can never understand how thirsty they are, and have no sympathy for the poor wretches, until you see them drink. When a hornet is flying around in the grass, there are roughly two possibilities - If it's a wet day, you can probably guess that it's looking for other dead bugs.Hornets eat "meat". They not only eat it on the spot, but also transport the carcasses back home in small pieces to feed their young. If it is a severe drought that day, the hornet is probably looking for water to drink.They burrow into leaf sheaths to drink water, or bite succulent flowers to quench their thirst.They also fly into the woods, looking for foliage on the ground.Rainwater often accumulates in those curled up leaves, and the woods are dark and difficult to evaporate, so the water inside can accumulate for several days. If the drought lasts so long that the dead leaves and leaf sheaths cannot drink water, and there are no ponds or succulents nearby, the hornet will go crazy. At this time, as long as I sprinkle a little water on the ground, a large number of little guys will fly over immediately.Hornets, yellow jackets, bees, flies, cicada bees, butterflies, they are so thirsty that they just lay down on the ground to drink water, even if I have covered it with a plastic bag, they don't feel it. I often cover it and wait until it has drunk enough, then tighten the mouth of the bag and take it back to feed Patty. Most insect hunters use nets, but I prefer to use plastic bags.This makes a lot of sense: First, the plastic bag is very transparent, I can see what the bugs are doing inside. Second, the plastic bag is very strong, unlike the net, the wasp can stretch out its sting to sting me. Third, I can squeeze "it" into one corner of the bag in my spare time, turn the rest of the bag over, like taking off a sock, turn the big bag into a small bag, and align the mouth of the bag with Miss Patty's. The door of the house, please "it" to fly in by itself. Fourth, I can stuff several plastic bags in my pockets, and when I find a few bugs at a time, I will grab one from each bag. The more important reason is that I want to use plastic bags to "fight wits" with some bugs. Bugs are very smart.Sometimes I even guess that they are facing my capture in a "mocking" way. is not that right!When I was a novice, I don’t know hundreds of times, and not only missed, but also broke my beloved dahlia, broke my own hand, and even once I used too much force, an imbalance, fell into the flowerbed, hurt my face. Many bugs are "you don't move, she doesn't move".When you approached step by step and prepared to sneak attack it, it had already seen it.But I don't know whether it is "arrogant" or "lazy", it insists on not running away, just waiting there quietly. "Compound eyes" allow them to see almost 360 degrees. When you are approaching, they will adjust their wings (for example, butterflies stand up and put their wings together. Dragonflies put all four wings down and hang to the sides) , Turn your little head.Even if your hand is only fifteen centimeters away from it, it doesn't move until you think you have got it and make the final "sprint", then it flashes and disappears. This flash of disappearance reminded me of playing badminton. The most embarrassing moment is not when I can’t catch the ball, but when I look around and can’t find the ball. When I catch it, it disappears in a flash, and often disappears. It is not until I "recover my senses", settle down, and look around, that I may find that it stops at a branch not far away, provoking me again. Of all the bugs, the ones that challenged me the most were the orange-brown moth and the long-legged cricket.Their boldness is because "Yigao insects are bold". The moths we usually see cannot fly fast.But this kind of moth is not only fast, but also uses the unique skill of martial arts - "misty footwork". If you chase a bee, it's easy because it flies straight; if you chase a fly, it's harder because it turns quickly; if you chase a dragonfly, it's not easy because it flicks Fast and slow. If you catch the kind of moth I'm talking about, it's really difficult.Because it not only has the ability of flies and snakes, but also is several times faster.Unless you catch it when it's parked.As long as it flies together, it can't even be seen. As for the long-legged cricket, it is another kind of "art high insect courage", it does not rely on "misty footwork", but on the lightness of bouncing.I have calculated that even if my hand is only ten centimeters away from it, and I pounce down at the fastest speed, it will still be able to jump away.I especially remember one time when I grabbed it on the wall, scratched my hand, and bled a lot, but didn't even touch its edge. Until one day, I finally found a flaw in these two "big bugs and big ghosts".That flaw is nothing but their self-important cleverness. I have caught them in the past, thinking that as long as they are fast, they will be successful.It was later discovered that the important thing is not fighting strength, but fighting wits. So I switched to slow attack.With one hand, hold a plastic bag, let the bag stretch out to the front, with the mouth of the bag wide open, and slowly reach "it". As usual, it stared at my hand, planning to fly and jump again when I was within ten centimeters of it. It didn't expect that it was looking at my hand through the plastic bag.When the hand was still twenty centimeters away, the plastic bag was already covering it. How nice that bugs don't have a school!prevent them from warning one by one.So since I used the method of "taking the false in the real, and taking the false as the real", I have rarely failed. I often think that with their eyesight, it is impossible not to see the plastic bag.Their fatal mistake is to pay too much attention to me and my hands, but ignore the transparent bag. Every time I see them jumping into the bag, jumping desperately, flying desperately, I feel very distressed, and I feel like a hero cherishes a hero. Every time I see Patty clamp them in the palm of his hand, start to bite, bite the belly, bite the blood, eat up the stomach, and they keep struggling and kicking, I have a feeling for "literature of all ages". kind of compassion. I seem to see an upright official who thinks he is superior in wisdom and disdains to join forces with others, but is "arranged" step by step, and finally thrown into prison and divided into five horses. He may only think of the people in the world, backed by the poems and books of sages, but forget that "law" is made by people and used by people.He may have been dragged out of the house by "five flowers", and he turned around and shouted to his family: "Quick! Find a way and report to the Holy One! The Holy Majesty must not know." "Evil people say the right way, and the right way becomes good; when the righteous people say good way, the right way becomes right." The wicked people in this world can succeed because they use the "righteous way"; Evil law, but defeated by "evil people". People and insects die because they don't understand this point, and they think they are too smart.Syndicate October 6th Patty had a great time today, she ate seven bumblebees. Seven!Think about it, it's already great to be able to enjoy two a day, but today she is a day, no!It should be said that in just half a day, I ate seven of them. Don't you think it's so cool? There are reasons for such a bumper harvest today: In autumn, when the leaves turn yellow, the grass also turns yellow.Most of the first yellow grass is the so-called "weeds".They only appear in late spring, and they grow very quickly and in large numbers. In addition, the leaves are relatively large, and they are clustered in clusters, encroaching on the territory of "good grass".But when autumn comes, they are also the first to die, turning yellow, brown, and black in piles, and with a few bursts of autumn rain, they will all rot.The thin and sticky "grass corpse" was posted on the ground, saying how ugly it was. At this time, it is also my chance to regain lost ground for "good grass".First take a small rake to rake off the "grass corpse", scrape the mud below loose, scatter the grass seeds, and then cover with a layer of peat moss (Peat moss).Water every day and keep it moist, and the grass will germinate in about a week.Then you can apply fertilizer for "overwintering" again, so that those small grasses can hide under the ice and snow, but they can take root deeply. When they grow again in the next spring, they will become strong grasses. I did this grass planting job today. After all, I am getting older, and after doing it for more than three hours in a row, I can't stand up straight anymore.I was about to call it a day and enter the house, but found many bumblebees flying over.Not only patrolling on my grass, but also jumping on me and turning around me. Dealing with hornets, I am experienced.They're pretty dumb, but also pretty smart.The stupid thing is that I can hold the plastic bag and pounce on it once, twice, or three times. If I can't, it won't sting me.Not because it is magnanimous, but because it is too stupid to know that I am catching it. As for being smart, you don't drink sweet drinks. Twice I drank coke on the tennis court and a bumblebee flew around my bottle while I drank it. I got angry and put the bottle in my backpack.After practice, I opened the backpack, and it was actually drinking my Coke inside.Do you think it's great or not?It could actually smell, and got in through the small seam of the backpack. In addition, this bumblebee is also quite fierce. In English, a wasp is called a wasp, and a person with a bad temper is called a waspish, which shows how "notorious" it is.In summer, a warning sign is often hung by the swimming pool: "There are wasps, don't run barefoot on the grass." As I wrote the day before, when a bumblebee is on the grass, it is either looking for water to drink or insect corpses to eat. If you step on it, of course it will sting you.What's more frightening is that bumblebees also love to make nests in the soil. When you accidentally step on their nests, or just get too close to "their home", they will swarm out to fully teach you the taste of waspish. There was such a large nest under my pine tree, and it stung me twice. I searched for a long time, and found it. I squatted beside it and observed it for two days. I saw strands of strands, like ghosts. Like, in and out of the hole.They are so fast that you can't see clearly, and there are too many to count, so they seem to be "wisps of black smoke". I used to think they were all asleep when the sun went down.After that careful observation, I realized that they were busy until there was no light in the sky before they began to rest. Then, I went to buy a large bottle of "Hornet & Wasp Killer" designed to kill wasps, and took off a window screen, and they all fell asleep at nine or ten o'clock at night.Then secretly hide under the tree, first cover the screen window at their door, and then spray medicine inside.With a flashlight, you can see them rushing towards the entrance of the cave in groups, holding on to the screen window, sticking out the black and sharp thorns on their buttocks, making the last struggle.Then slowly relax and fall back into its burrow. Please don't say that I killed people brutally.If you are stung, and you have children who have been stung, or could be stung at any time, you will do the same. To protect our children, to kill other people's children has almost become the "law of love". Nowadays.When those bumblebees circled around me, I didn't move for a while, wondering if my body smelled sweet and fragrant.Think again, is there a new hornet's nest nearby?When I thought of this, I became nervous, rushed into the house quickly, closed the door quickly, and checked to see if any wasps followed. No.Gathering my mind, I started looking outside to see what dozens of wasps were doing in the grass.It turned out that they were all flying around on the peat moss I newly sprinkled, and even landed on it, looking here and there.Maybe there is something they like in this moss from Canada. I patted the moss off my body, grabbed some plastic bags, and opened the door.Now, I am not a fugitive.And it transformed into a hunter, as soon as it landed on the peat moss, I would cover it hard. They are really stupid, except that they know how to fight back when they are "injured" or their home is attacked.When they are overseas, even if they see their compatriots being hunted and killed, they all watch.Watch me catch one, one, seven in a row. In fact, even if I want to catch twenty-seven today, it will not be a problem.I only catch seven, on the one hand because of the benevolence of a thought; on the other hand, because my Patty can't eat it; on the other hand, I know that bumblebees are easy to "tired to death" and it is not easy to preserve them.And maybe they will come tomorrow, so it's better to grab fresh ones. Now I have seven plastic bags, each with a "Tornado" inside, making the sound of a small motor.My killer seemed to have heard it too. He grabbed the bottle and looked out. The two pincers were bent, bent in front of his chest, and he was about to "strike out grass". The problem is, I have seven, should I put one in after it eats one?Or throw them in all at once? I smiled and made a "wait and see" decision.Let's see, if I put all these seven ferocious bumblebees in at once, what will you, a super killer, do? The mouth of the bottle I made with gauze and a rubber band is really handy.You can just pull it open a little bit, align the small opening of the plastic bag, and then squeeze the wasp in. As I mentioned earlier, wasps have the characteristic of flying upwards. Even if there is only a small space left, they will rush to the highest place in the plastic bag. The power of their wings is even more amazing. There is no way to flap your wings, but you can feel the "vibration".Some insects, such as a moth (Whistling moth) in Australia, use this "non-beating vibration" to emit a kind of ultrasonic wave to attract the opposite sex. The more I struggled in the bag, the more I could see the excitement when it flew into the bottle. I was suddenly liberated, with the same sunshine and the same air, but it was strange that there was an invisible layer blocking it, so I couldn't rush out.It reminds me of the big cases that caused a sensation in the United States before.A seventeen-year-old boy who stole five dollars from the post office just because his sister was starving.Imprisoned in a prison on a small island in San Francisco Bay.He was arrested because he escaped from prison, and was imprisoned in a dark prison for more than three years. He was only given 30 minutes a year to see the sunshine outside. Only thirty minutes of sunshine a year!This actually happened in the United States in the 1930s.That terrible prison was closed later, and now it has become a "spot" for sightseeing. It is said that it can earn a lot of money for tourists a year.Just like the concentration camp where the Germans killed the Jews in World War II and the "House of Slaughter and Sin" left by the Khmer Pobu regime.The pain of others can become a mirror for future generations. It is not us who are the ones who simmer and shake at the egg stall in the bucket. What I see now is such an "Alcatraz Island", a murderous demon sitting in the middle, and seven little ghosts in yellow clothes flying people one by one.I don't need to sympathize, just like many policemen, when they encounter gangsters and die, they just treat it as nothing, as if it is a dispute in another world, and let them repay their grievances. I once saw a bumblebee fly to a dead cicada, but it disappeared.When I got closer, I found that it got into the body of the cicada.There were actually two more inside, and everyone came in and out, biting one cicada from the tip of its buttocks, biting it in, and eating it into an empty shell. I could have caught three at a time, but I didn't, just stomped them off and sent them all to heaven or hell together. On that day, I was very happy and felt that I had upheld justice and returned justice to the world.I became a teacher of benevolence and righteousness and killed three "unrighteous people". So today, I am also very calm, because these seven little ghosts are not good things in the first place.They invaded my territory, caused my fear, were caught by me, and handed over to my subordinates to enforce the law. I did another "righteous deed".As for whether it has gone through legal procedures, I'm sorry!For the interests and peace of the general public, free testimony is a kind of "law".What's more, in the process of law enforcement, how much sensation was caused, how much news was made, and how many ladies and ladies were entertained. It reminds me of Rome's "Colosseum (Colosseo)", which was built with 40,000 captives brought back to Rome after Emperor Titus conquered Jerusalem.Such a great building, which can accommodate 60,000 spectators and can even pull up the sunshade roof in summer, was completed in only eight years. It is believed that many captives who participated in the construction later chose to die there.It's like teaching him how to dig a hole first, and then bury him alive.Auschwitz concentration camp (Auschwitz) also forced the Jews to participate in the construction, and even participated in the management, and then killed the Jews? More than 1,860 years apart, the same tragedy is being played out in the same nation and in different places in history. Compared with the Colosseum in Rome and the Ozvez concentration camp, my little "circus troupe" is nothing.But when I put the seven little ones in, I also followed the example of the great Roman Empire, and made a law of mercy - you can choose to be a slave, to do hard labor, and to fight in the national arena, the latter may be bloody. , but if you win, you may also be free from now on. I told the seven wasps that the competition has begun now. If you unite, use the seven sharp poisonous needles to deal with the two pincers of the praying mantis, you are likely to win, and if you win, I will let you go home. Just like Rome in the first century AD, all the ladies and ladies in my family have arrived.Let's enjoy this "Showdown of the Century". "The Showdown of the Century" I learned more than 20 years ago when Ali, the world heavyweight boxing champion of the United States, played against Inoki, the king of wrestling in Japan, at the Tokyo Budokan.I rushed from Taipei that day, but only saw Inoki lying on the ground from head to toe, using his feet to deal with Ali. Inoki is very smart. Instead of being knocked down by Ali in front of hundreds of millions of spectators, it is better to fall down first and kick with his feet.That's not a competition, it's "chicken talking to duck".One punch, one kick, no one knocked anyone down, no one kicked anyone down, but made a lot of money. The Japanese are very smart, they eat the soft and fear the hard, but they can never lose, and they can always make a lot of money. Now, my "Showdown of the Century" is on the stage. "Seven Samurai" vs. "Big Pegasus".I newly gave Patty the title of "Tianma", based on the "Book of Rites" note "Mantis is a father, and the word Tianma means that it is as fast as a horse." But in the small glass jar, Patty, the pegasus, can't fly, so the seven little ones who can fly can take advantage. Look!Much like World War II, an American aircraft carrier in the Pacific faced Japanese suicide planes flying in all directions.Usually, when a wasp comes in, Killer Patty will rush to hunt it almost without hesitation.But it's different now.It hasn't caught the first one yet, but the second one has already flown in.The more they flew, the more they became seven.Every one is rushing desperately, and it's rushing blindly. Just like "suicide machines", several in a row, all rushed straight to Patty, and some hit her stomach.Patty's stomach is the weakest place, and she suddenly jumped up and flung herself violently, only then did she break free from the wasp's attack. Patty's head kept turning up and down, left and right, back and forth.One flew in front of her eyes, she shot it, hit the glass with a ding, and missed.It's like a person trying to catch seven balls flying in front of him at the same time, but he didn't catch any of them. I don't know if there is a priority program in the insect's mind, for example, when choosing one of two or three, the bigger one or the sweeter one should be chosen first. The inherent "killing skills" are no longer applicable today.Praying mantises always like to hang upside down on leaves or branches in their natural environment.When it sees its prey, it starts to sway gently, making itself look like a leaf swaying in the wind. That's why ancient books say it is "the insect that kills the yin". But now, it cannot "kill negatively", only "kill positively".There is no time to sway, because facing a group of enemies, he is already in a hurry. She began to back up, from the side facing the bottle, to the center of the bottle.There is a mandala branch slanting up in the middle.She continued to retreat, retreating to the branch. She was still hanging upside down. One advantage of retreating to the center is that she can see the surrounding situation clearly.There is also a disadvantage that she can no longer use the glass bottle wall to corner the opponent and hunt again. She actually started to sway again.He stopped turning his head and looked forward, as if he was a "blind swordsman", holding his sword and chanting softly.She no longer sees with her eyes, but listens with her heart.Because looking at too many enemies will cause confusion.Only when the mind is calm can we see clearly. The wasps were still flying, two were on the branches, and one was clinging to her hind leg, and she just held up that leg and let the wasps slide away by themselves. In a flash, before she could see clearly, there was already a wasp on her hand.And immediately began to bite, biting off the wasp's neck, and let the head fall on the bottom of the bottle. The remaining six were still flying, and she tilted her head, as if thinking.Then in a flash, there was another wasp on her hand.She held the original half wasp with her right hand, and freed her left hand to grab another one. I believe her shot speed should be less than a tenth of a second.Only this fast can catch the wasps passing by.It's only so fast that I can't see clearly. She was holding the "new" wasp with her left hand, but she didn't eat it. She let the wasp scratch, sting and bite, but she tried to eat the half of the right hand first. She was still so calm, bit by bit, bit by bit. Chewing, ignoring prey in its left hand. 她的钳子一定非常坚固有力，那黄蜂拼命挣扎，钳子居然文风不动。她是《孙子兵法》里说的"其疾如风其徐如林，侵掠如火，不动如山。"以迅雷的速度突然出击，以从容的态度，一点点品尝；以尖尖的刺针插进黄蜂的身体，再不动如山——把手伸着，任那黄蜂作死前的挣扎。 吃完右手、吃左手的。右手又迎空一挥，像魔术师手上变出一只鸽子，它的手上也又多了一只黄蜂，第三只黄蜂。 我甚至怀疑这些小家伙，非但没有联合起来攻击杀手，而且似乎自知必死，而主动地投入杀手的怀抱，如同那些在战场上不可一世的英雄，和在庙堂上毫不退缩的直臣，当他们被俘、被捉，自知必死的时候。反而安安静静地"束手就缚"，或"引刀成一快"。 被屠杀的百姓也是如此，一排排走到江边、走到"坑"边，等着背后的机枪响。或乖乖地跪下来，等着脖子上"一凉"，然后是人头落地。 他们不反抗，如果真反抗，一起冲向"刽子手"。说不定还能报些仇，或逃掉几个人。但不知为什么，千百年来，悲剧人物注定就是悲剧人物。无论名主或名将，一生功业换来的，不仅是死在自己刀下的冤魂，也是在这些杀戮中，领悟的人生。他们渐渐发现杀人是"命"，被杀也是"命"。 所以当悲剧有一天降临他们自己的身上，也就能泰然处之了。 Look!七只黄蜂，像排着队，一一飞到杀手的面前"领死"。这杀手派蒂高高地挂着、轻轻地摇着，仿佛一个伟大的政治领导者，在纷乱的世局中，静静地观察、等待，理出头绪、分出敌我，再个个击破。 她的肚子愈来愈大。愈大反而站得愈稳，也愈有帝王之相。 喧闹的玻璃罐里愈来愈安静了。她啮食最后一只黄蜂的声音，因为安静，而听得更清晰。如同一个剧场，在连续七场战演完，谢完幕，掌声不再，帷幕垂下又拉起。开始有人打扫，那扫帚的声音是清晰而孤寂的。有一种战争结果，凭吊古战场的落莫与荒凉。想起陈子昂的〈登幽州台歌〉： "前不见古人，后不见来者，念天地之悠悠，独怆然而涕下。" 当所有的敌人都死在自己的刀下，最寂寞的竟然是那位袅雄。