Regret, unwillingness, despair.
All kinds of negative emotions filled Ma Cuilan's brain. Now she just wanted to live and then kill the sexually immoral traitor in front of her.
At this time, Xu San had no idea about Ma Cuilan's complex psychological activities. He was just dealing with the Japanese in front of him, hoping to find an opportunity for mother and son to escape.
"Taijun, let's have some noodles, shall we?"
"I won't eat! It's better to do business first, hahaha..." The Japs said and hugged Ma Cuilan, wanting to commit violence.
The little girl was immediately frightened when she saw the devil's ferocious face, and cried anxiously: "Japanese, let go of my mother!"
When Xu San saw this, he immediately went to pull her away, "Taijun, this is my wife... please show mercy."
"Baga, what's yours is mine! What you only take from people is mine, women, money, land, haha..." The Japanese laughed wildly, not paying attention to the puppet soldier Xu San at all. He kicked his feet away and reached out to tear Ma Cuilan's clothes.
At this moment, Xu San finally verified with his own eyes how lawless the Japs' atrocities were, and at the same time, his heart became extraordinarily calm.
He let out a gentle breath, pulled the little girl behind him, took out the box cannon, pointed it at the Japs head and pulled the trigger.
"piu"
A bullet pierced the devil's head, and red and white stuff spurted out along his forehead, covering Ma Cuilan's face.
The small backyard became quiet for a moment and was filled with the smell of blood.
Then, he heard the little girl crying slightly. Xu San turned around and gently rubbed the little girl's head, "It's okay, turn your head away."
The stench of blood and brain matter made Ma Cuilan's brain restart successfully. She pushed the Japanese corpse away with all her strength and looked at Xu San with a horrified look on her face. She was speechless for a long time.
"Sister-in-law, please calm down and don't scream! I will handle the rest. You can play with the little girl for a while first."
Ma Cuilan looked at Xu San blankly and nodded.
Seeing that Ma Cuilan's mood was relatively stable, Xu San walked up to the Japanese corpse, kicked her head hard enough, and then muttered in a low voice: "Fuck, you said she was my wife, how dare you Use your hands and feet! You are so fucking stupid that you really don’t know how to write the word "death"! No face! I will kill you, you bastard. Not only will I kill you, but I will also kill that bastard grandson of Utsuka Yoshio."
After kicking for more than a dozen times, Xu San grabbed the Japs' feet, dragged them to the door of the warehouse, pushed the door open, and threw him in.
After a brief shock, Ma Cuilan staggered over to my little girl, trying to block the bloody scene behind her with her body, but the little girl was too curious, so she still tilted her head and saw the bright red stripe on the ground. There were blood stains, and she didn't understand why she asked: "Mom, did the traitor uncle beat the Japanese to death?"
"Yes!" Ma Cuilan responded numbly. She was still in a daze. She still hadn't figured out what happened just now. She still couldn't figure out why Xu San killed the Japanese.
"Is the traitor uncle a good person?"
"He is a good man! Don't call him a traitor uncle in the future, he is not one."
"What's that called?"
"Call me Uncle Xu."
"I heard just now that he said you were his wife. What is a wife?"
"My wife is..."
This was the first time Ma Cuilan heard the word wife, but she seemed to understand the meaning of the word wife. Thinking of the meaning of the word, her face turned red unnaturally, "Probably... .It means...neighbors.”
The little girl nodded her head, revealing her cute little tiger teeth.
"What are you two talking about?" Xu San appeared next to her again, holding a gray gown in her hand.
"Mom told me not to call you traitor uncle." The little girl raised her hand to answer.
Xu San smiled, walked over and squatted in front of the little girl, rubbing her dry hair: "Yes, you can't scream! And you can't just call someone a traitor, even if he is really a traitor."
"What is a traitor?"
"Traitors are bad people!"
"That uncle is not a bad person."
"But uncle wants to pretend to be a bad guy!"
"why?"
"This..." Xu San was speechless, not knowing how to explain this problem to a child.
"Don't ask blindly. You will understand when you grow up. Just know that Uncle Xu is a good person." Ma Cuilan took over Xu San's words.
The little girl gnawed her fingers and thought about this complicated problem over and over in her little head.
Xu San touched the little girl's head again and stood up: "Xiao Meizi, you must remember that in the future, even if you are a really bad person, you cannot call him a traitor."
"why?"
"A bad person is most afraid of being called a bad person, and a traitor is most afraid of being called a traitor! To protect the safety of you and your mother, there is no need to say anything!"
This time the little girl seemed to understand. She nodded vigorously: "I understand!"
After soothing the girl, Xu San handed the gown in his hand to Ma Cuilan: "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry that your clothes are stained. I don't have any women's clothes at home. Let's make do with this one first."
"It's okay, just wash it and it'll be fine. Thank you for what I just did." Ma Cuilan didn't pick it up. She was a tailor, and she could tell at a glance that the material of the gown was good.
"Put on the handle first. You can't just go out with your face stained with blood. If you don't know, do you think I've done something to you?"
After hesitating for a moment, Ma Cuilan took the gown and said, "Okay, I'll bring it to you after I wash it."
"One more thing, do you want to ask your sister-in-law for help?"
"Brother Xu, please tell me, no matter what, sister-in-law, I will do my best." At this time, Ma Cuilan already knew that Xu San was definitely not a real puppet soldier. As for what it was, although she was curious, she did not dare to ask.
Xu San scratched his head and said sheepishly: "Then please ask my sister-in-law to help me clean up the yard. I'm a grown man and I'm afraid I won't be able to clean it up."
"Whatever happened to me at the time, I left this little thing to my sister-in-law." Ma Cuilan replied cheerfully, thought for a while, and continued: "You put that..." Then she pointed to the warehouse with her finger.
"It's okay, sister-in-law, don't worry, I have my own way."
Xu San was naturally not worried at all about the corpse of the Japanese that Ma Cuilan was referring to.
Of course, only you can use your golden finger. If an outsider opens the door, all he will see is the old shabby warehouse.
If we were worried, then the only issue was the missing Japanese. After all, this was in the city. A missing Japanese was not a trivial matter, and it might even lead to a large-scale screening.
For this reason, Xu Sancai asked Ma Cuilan to help eliminate the traces, because women are always more careful than men.
Ma Cuilan was always a diligent person. She found a broom and linen and started cleaning up the blood stains on the ground, while Xu San helped.
After cleaning up, Xu San realized that this job was really difficult.
One, it’s cold.
Second, there is no detergent, just use your fingers to remove it little by little.
Third, the area is too large, and spots of blood are sprayed everywhere.
