一到枪库前,就嗅到了火药的气味,这是我长期经营枪械所特有的嗅觉。经同伴指点,要交易的枪,就在枪库里。枪库在一处破烂的棚户区中,是苏家老宅,一座小四合院,算得上棚户区别墅。如果不是墙上各种小广告表明这里有人居住,很容易被误认为无人区,破败之象,随处可见。穿过狭窄阴暗、散发着古怪气味的街巷,推开一扇摇摇欲坠的房门,一股潮气扑面而来。同伴小牛回头望我一眼,他那时尚的头型在棚户区背景下像个怪物,只是 As soon as it arrived at the gun depot, it smelled the smell of gunpowder, which is the peculiarity of my long-term operation of firearms. Directed by his companions, guns to be traded, just in the gunsmith. Gun tank in a shabby shantytowns, is the old house Su, a small courtyard, count as shantytowns villa. If not a variety of small ads on the wall that someone inhabited here, it is easy to be mistaken for no man’s land, ruined like everywhere. Through the narrow dark, exudes strange streets, open a crumbling door, an atmosphere of blowing. Fellow calf looked back at me, his stylish head in the shanty town background like a monster, but