Thump! Thump! Thump!
Klein's heart suddenly began to beat violently, contracting into a ball and then swelling suddenly, causing his body to tremble slightly.
For a moment, he almost forgot what he needed to do, what he should do, until the intruder's figure paused, slightly turning an ear, as if hearing some change.
"Blood" flowed back from his brain, and Klein regained basic thinking ability. He reached his hand under the pillow and grasped the wooden handle of the revolver.
The hard and smooth touch came, and his emotions quickly stabilized. He smoothly and silently pulled out the pistol and aimed it at the intruder's head.
To be honest, he had no confidence in hitting the other person. Although he could consistently hit the target before, a moving person and a stationary target are completely different concepts, and he wasn't arrogant enough to confuse the two.
However, he vaguely remembered a sentence from his previous life, roughly meaning that the greatest power of a nuclear bomb exists only before it is launched.
At this time and in this environment, the principle is the same: the best deterrence is before the bullet is fired!
Without pulling the trigger, without blindly firing, the other party won't be sure that he is a rookie who will most likely miss. He will worry, he will fear, he will consider many things, thus binding himself!
In an instant, thoughts emerged one after another, and Klein immediately made a decision. He was not the type of person who becomes calmer in a critical situation; he had already imagined the scene of encountering a stalker and expected that it would be based on intimidation rather than attack.
In the great food country, there is a saying: "Preparedness ensures success."
When Klein's gun muzzle aimed at the intruder, the thin man suddenly froze, as if sensing something.
Immediately after, he heard a voice with a light laugh:
"Good evening, sir."
The thin man silently clenched his hands, his body seemingly tense. Klein sat on the lower bunk, aiming the pistol at his head, and said as casually and naturally as possible:
"Please raise your hands and turn around, as slowly as possible. To be honest, I am a timid and easily nervous person. If you are too fast, I will be scared, and I can't guarantee that there won't be an accidental discharge. Yes, that's it."
The thin man raised his hands beside his head and slowly turned around. The first thing that caught Klein's eye was a neatly buttoned black tight suit, and then two thick and sharp brown-yellow eyebrows.
Klein saw no fear in his blue eyes; instead, he felt like he was being stared at by a ferocious beast, as if one careless moment would cause the other party to pounce on him and tear him to pieces.
He tightened his grip on the pistol handle and tried his best to keep his expression calm and indifferent.
Until the thin man was fully facing him, he raised his chin, pointed at the door, and said softly and gently:
"Sir, let's go out and talk. Don't disturb others' sweet dreams. Hmm, move slowly, step lightly. This is the basic courtesy of a gentleman..."
The thin man's cold eyes moved, glancing at Klein, and still with his hands half-raised, he walked step by step to the door.
Under the aim of the revolver, he turned the handle and slowly opened the door.
Just as the door was half-opened, he suddenly squatted down and rolled forward, while the door seemed to be pulled by a gust of wind and slammed shut with a bang.
"Hmm..." Benson on the upper bunk was startled by the loud noise and, half-asleep, was about to wake up.
At this moment, a melodious and serene melody came from outside, and a low, gentle voice sang:
"Ah, the threat of fear, the crimson hope! At least one thing is true: this life flies. One thing is true, the rest are lies, After a short while we'll bid the world goodbye..." (Note 1)
This poem seemed to have a relaxing and calming power. Benson on the upper bunk and Melissa in the inner room drowsily fell asleep again.
Klein was calm in body and mind, almost yawning.
The thin man just now had been so agile in breaking free that he couldn't react in time.
Looking at the closed door, he smiled and muttered to himself:
"You might not believe it, but this shot was actually a blank."
A blank to prevent accidental discharge!
Next, Klein listened to the midnight poem, patiently waiting for the fight outside to end.
In less than a minute, the melody that was as peaceful as a moonlit lake stopped, and the night returned to its deepest silence.