Chapter 47 unreal green

Outside, there were at least ten people surrounding the house. I know what their purpose is, but before they can succeed, I want to stop them. I am not bluffing. This big white house, I bought it six months ago because it was secluded, is in the middle of a wooded area. If you want to see your nearest neighbour, you have to peek through the trees with difficulty.Here, it's not like the apartment where you used to live, where there are always knocks on the door; it's not like in the city, where you have to move your legs.In this remote area, you can drive straight to a supermarket, a laundromat or whatever.To be clear, I don't even need a phone call.

I thought that living in this sparsely populated and isolated place would change the way Anna - my wife - lived.In fact, she hasn't changed at all. That's why I stand by my bedroom window with a shotgun in hand. If you didn't know what Anna really was, you'd think she was a wonderful woman who could make great things happen.Of course you can say more than that, she is pretty much the cutest little lady in the world.This is not just my personal opinion. Beautiful girls are sometimes spoiled from childhood, maybe what Anna needs, I don't give her, I don't know.All I know is that I've always been jealous, and some people can't help it, they can't control it.Anna should try to find out.

Of course, in a way, I also know that she can't control herself, just as I can't control myself.No matter what others say, I know what I'm doing.I love Anna, but from the start I could see that we were the wrong couple, Anna had big soft gray eyes, long eyelashes, a curvaceous figure, and a graceful gait.I admit it wasn't her fault. Within a month of our marriage I caught her flirting openly with some of my friends, gazing enviously at them with gray eyes and long black eyelashes that opened and closed in a manner that you might call elegant, but It is a definite invitation.At least, that's how it seems to me.

Then some of my friends around me started acting weird.Unless Ana was with me, they avoided me most of the time, and I wasn't too numb not to notice it.In the end, Anna and I had a fight about it. She scolded me with nasty words, then swore to me as if she was sorry, that there was nothing to be jealous of, that she was faithful to me. For a while, I believed in her, she had the ability to make men believe in her - just for a while. That day, I walked up to Martin Kesen and slapped him. He was shocked and angry. He often came to our apartment with excuses, and I also noticed the eye contact between him and Anna.When I heard about their business from Mrs. Martinkelsen, he was deaf and dumb, and so was Anna.You can imagine that Martin Kesen, a fool, actually told his wife about the affair!

After that incident, I paid in installments and bought the house.Anna also thought it was a good idea to avoid being surrounded by so many men. As I said, there are many things that she cannot control by herself, even for strangers. Six months ago, we both thought it would be nice to live in this house together, but it didn't last long.Things started to happen, little by little. I tried my best to tell her that she was driving me crazy, but she pretended to be innocent and went her own way and ignored it. If she wouldn't tease men with those big eyes—not just with them, but with everything—maybe things would be different!

Now, I'm holding a shotgun, and the air smells of gunpowder.When I peeped through the curtain, I could see the lower half of the man I hit, lying limply by the bushes, and when he was wounded, he tried to crawl through the bushes and sneak away, but I The second shot appeared to hit him in the back of the head or neck.His legs in blue trousers and his grotesquely twisted feet had not moved for an hour, and I believed him to be dead. Anna was sitting on the couch behind me, trying to say something.Of course, she couldn't speak because I tied her up and stuffed her mouth.I have to. When I told her they were outside, she got scared, but Anna is the kind of person who likes to be scared and takes pleasure in being scared.I don't understand her mentality, but she is like that, and I found her mentality immediately after we got married.

In every argument we had, she would swear over and over that she wouldn't let any of my friends, or any man touch, and I guess I believed her.But she can only tease one man, or many men, or any man, so far, and that's the limit I can stand before it explodes.In this case, if it were you, you would, like me, fight desperately with a gun. Maybe you don't believe it, but she warned the first man so loudly!The man must have thought I was behind the house until he heard her warning, but I surprised him and killed him. They will defy all odds and find a way to get in.While keeping my eyes on the front, I also had to listen to what was going on behind me, lest I lose sight of the other.If they had come in from the back, I believe I could have heard them, the doors and windows were barricaded, and I went from room to room, stacking pots and pans high on shelves or furniture.

If they try to come in from which direction, I'll be ready to deal with it. There was a sound, a soft shuffling of feet!Not from the back door, but from the front porch. I quickly cocked my gun and opened the curtains.All I saw was a shadow.The man had just walked over and was standing on the porch where I could hit him. Now, he stands there.I watched his shadow, and saw him draw a long-handled weapon from a chest.When the shadow came in the front door, I jumped away from the window, went straight to the door, aimed at the door, and fired four shots—two shots high and two low.There is no sound.

I stepped back, peeked out the window, and saw an open arm dangling from the porch landing in a thick stream of blood.The hand, stiff as a rock, was also a bit like the oak that lined the driveway. I look at Ana, who stares at me silently, and I smile at her and blow her a kiss. Is that madness?An hour passed, and then another hour. If it wasn't for the fear of hurting Anna, I knew that the house would be buzzing with countless bullets flying wildly, looking for me one by one like bees.But, they didn't want to hurt her, no one really hurt her.Hence the silence in the room, an indifferent stillness.The air conditioner was humming, the dust swirled noiselessly in the angled sunlight; yet they were still outside, waiting for their chance.

When night fell, I knew they would hide behind it. Another faint voice came again. They won't know how sensitive my ears are to this sound.I bent over and ran into our bedroom in a half-squat. I slowly moved away from the tall dresser with its large mirror, to the window, and looked out. The man had his back to me, and he was bending over, doing something next to the house.Are bullets installed?I don't know, and I don't have time to find out.My bullet shattered the window pane, finding its target.A hat flew up, and the man fell face down on the ground, and there was a pool of blood in the grass under his body.

I blocked the window again and ran to the front of the house.Maybe it was a trick to lure me to the back while the others rushed in through the front doors and windows. In front of the house, the long sloping lawn, the trees and the winding drive were all still.A police car with red lights flashing passed by as if nothing had happened. I looked back at Anna, settled down again and watched intently. As I was reloading another magazine, I was so tense and breathless, it was almost like being back in Vietnam, I swear it was! I recall that three of them have tried to break in, and all three have been rewarded.The ones out there aren't giving up yet, and they're probably going to find another way—maybe it's straight at me, straight into the house. Who knows how many of them there are? Another hour passed, more or less peacefully.Then there was the sound of a motor, followed by silence.What is passing by?definitely is. I thought, how good it would be if the relationship between Anna and I was the same as the beginning! Not even the days in the beginning, when every door we walk through in our lives closes as soon as we pass through it, and yet... there are people out there, and in! The footsteps stopped, then came again, faster and weaker, and finally died away. I opened the curtain of another window and saw a uniformed figure moving towards the bushes. I aimed quickly and fired—too quickly. A running figure flashed behind the bushes, and I knew I missed him. I fired three more shots and missed, just to make him think about it the next time he tries. Then there was silence, heavy silence... and the sound of motors on the road. It's quieter around here. I focused my eyes and peered out, trying to put myself in their shoes, using their brains to put myself in their shoes and deduce where I would hide if I was outside.To the left of the house were some impenetrable rose bushes, but very low. I had a lot of bullets around me, so I fired five shots into the rosebush to let them know I was trying to kill them.There was a commotion!Noisy voices! I cautiously leaned my head over the windowsill and saw them.They were parked halfway in the driveway when more people came from behind. The red flash light flickered faintly against the sun.A cold, mechanical voice came to me over the shortwave radio.Policemen!I've never been so happy that they've found and arrived here... "It's the police!" I shouted to Anna. She stared wide-eyed, with a terrified and disbelieving expression on her face. I stood up, pushed open the front door, and rushed out to meet them, nearly tripping over the corpse lying on the porch. Something hit me in the chest and I fell to the ground trying to get up.Then I felt the pain: like a hundred sharp mouths biting me.That pain was never felt before. "Mrs. David, we have no choice in your husband's death, do you understand?" Police Officer Gavin looked at Anna mercilessly with his weather-beaten face. She nodded, bit her lower lip, and stroked her slender, hot wrist, where it was bound by the rope. Standing next to Police Officer Gavin was a handsome plainclothes officer with a mustache. He folded his arms and his dark face was expressionless. He was Detective Ivor. "Your husband killed three people," he said softly, almost respectfully, "a door-to-door salesman, a vacuum cleaner salesman, and an electric company man who checked wiring. If the postman doesn't If they escape in time, the death toll may be more than three. Mrs. David, why would he do this? Why?Is he crazy? Is this sudden? "She didn't speak.