The drunk sheriff in the town of alfalfa resounded the impatient noise of the old wife and the sound of beating the pot and pan. He opened his dim sleepy eyes, reached for a corner of the curtain, and tore, the sky outside was still dim. He didn't know if it was still morning or if there was some time in the night.

When the throat was cracking, it was as if something was tearing his throat. He hummed uncomfortably, and sat up from the bed, turning on, and put on slippers. He turned on a dim bedside lamp, and looked down at the clock on the nightstand. It was twelve in the evening. After watching about Mo for more than 20 seconds, he picked up the clock and tightened the clockwork. The clock ticked again and performed his duties.

He was thirsty and had a headache. This was all the disadvantages brought by cheap private brewing. He stood up on the bed with both hands, went to the table, picked up the cup and raised his head, but did not pour out even a drop of water. There was something irritable in his gray eyes, and the old wife's unhappy and dissatisfied complaints made his head hurt even more, and the sound of the collision of the pot and pan was almost unbearable. Breathing heavily, he rushed out of the bedroom with a shotgun hanging across the bedside wall.

That's not a decoration, but the owner of the room treated the two shotguns as decorations.

Kitchen?

No!

WC?

No!

When the sheriff walked into the living room, he saw a figure standing in the corner. He pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bullet whirled and flew out of the muzzle, and also caused a small white mist. With a bang, something was broken, and the figure slowly slid against the wall and fell to the floor. The crickets and complaints in the ears disappeared instantly, and the whole person seemed to return to peace.

The sheriff walked over and shouted subconsciously. He went to the figure and crouched, and touched the floor torn by the bullet. He looked alertly elsewhere.

"I will find you!", The sheriff coughed, "I swear!"

He walked to the kitchen, turned on the switch with the faucet, and a faint smell of water poured into his mouth. He sucked greedily and greedily, until he was full, he scolded him and returned to the bedroom. Thrown into bed once and fell into a lethargy.

Moonlight came in through the window. On the cabinet in the living room, there was a woman who looked very gentle in a black and white frame, smiling at everyone who looked at her.

一 大 In the early morning of the next morning, the curtains that he torn open in the middle of the night could not stop the enthusiasm of the sun. In the dazzling light, the sheriff raised his hand to block the sun and slowly woke up. He had a blank brain, glanced at the shotgun in his hand, and turned to hang on the bed.

He has a very serious illness, but only few people know that many people think that he is a drunk drunk and will never wake up. But only those who know him know that he is only using alcohol as a medicine.

After rubbing his face, he had sore cheeks because of his big eyes. He went to the mirror of the closet expressionlessly, very seriously changed into a police uniform representing justice and justice, and wore a police badge. After paying a very standard gift in the mirror, he left the bedroom and left home.

Before leaving home, he hadn't forgotten to take a bottle of privately brewed bad wine from the table, which is home-brewed, with a higher degree than ordinary low-alcohol, and lower than those of the big factories .

The rude bite off the lid and took a big mouthful. As soon as he was about to go out, he was squeezed back.

瞧 "Look, who is this, Mr. Kesma!", The sheriff's emphasis was a little high, and the surprise in his eyes flashed away, replaced by a deep precaution.

Mr. Oxma's unsmiling smile showed that every muscle on his rigid face was like an artist's sculpture, and even a slight tremor did not occur. He took off his round hat and put it on a hanger. After looking around the room, he shook his head, walked to the dirty rattan chair in the living room, turned everything over to the ground, and then sat down. Go up.

"What are you doing here?", The sheriff put the wine back on the table, and sat opposite Mr. Kesma with a gloomy face. "Did you forget the agreement between us, if it is not a matter of life and death? At this juncture, none of us will take the initiative to contact others! "

Mr. Luxma shrugged his shoulders, it was incredible, but even more incredible was that he called out a name that didn't exist in the town, "Watt ..."

"Shut up, that's not my name!" The sergeant had already made an offensive gesture in anger, but after seeing Mr. Kesma's calm look, the whole person became stiffened and sat back again, "No, I'm not Walter. Without this person, please call my name 'Johnson ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Mr. Kesma!'"

Mr. Oxma escaped a delicate metal box from his pocket, and then took two cigarettes, one pinched on his mouth and the other to "Johnson". He took out a fine sterling silver lighter, lit a cigarette for himself, and then slightly raised his chin and looked at Johnson coldly. If you are a stranger, you may be irritated by Mr. Kesma's attitude at this time, at least not too happy. But Johnson knew it was a way for Mr. Kesma to express his vanity.

Since decades ago, he has been like this, showing off everything he has in this annoying way!

"I know you have a good son, you know all over the town, but what about it?" Johnson took the lighter from Mr. Kesma and lighted a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath, and played with it Sterling silver lighter, "It has nothing to do with me. Listen, I don't want to get in trouble, but I don't want to get in trouble, understand?"

Mr. Luxma spewed a faint smoke and bounced the soot. The ashes of the snow-white clump fell to the ground, and after the impact, it broke into several petals, and then the wind from the door blew to the ground. He said calmly and indifferently as before: "We are friends!"

When Mr. Kesma said this sentence, Sheriff Johnson's body shook obviously. This sentence once became a nightmare for people, and often made those who heard this sentence unable to sleep peacefully. But it is clear that he is not listening to this sentence from the highest angle as a "justice" party today.

挣 Struggles appeared in his eyes, the muscles on the cheeks were shaking frequently, sweat dripped against his hair, his lips dangling because he could not hold the cigarette, and a half-sliced ​​cigarette fell gently to the ground.

"What do you want me to do?"