The Plow

who?

He Ping was at a loss, and looked at what he pointed.

People come and go, men and women, in the dim light at night, with limited electric lighting, they all look alike at first glance.

Mr. Song couldn't help feeling annoyed when he saw the person hurrying and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"He went to the third-class compartment, go find him and find him for me!"

He Ping: "Who do you want me to find, is it male or female, and what does it look like?"

Mr. Song: "He was originally an old Taoist priest with a beard. I saw him just now. He looked very similar, but he turned into a woman with a sable hat and a skirt. The skirt was purple, dark purple!"

He Ping:……

He suspected that the surname Song was making fun of him because he was dissatisfied with official business.

This is a man and a woman, a Taoist priest and a skirt, is it a man or a woman?

Song Lin came back to her senses, and also felt that her words were a bit out of mind.

He took a deep breath, and briefly explained the ins and outs of the future.

"If I'm not mistaken, this person used to be a Taoist priest in the Guanyin Temple on Fuyu Mountain. I met Jin Lao when I went up the mountain today, and now he suddenly appears here in a man's disguise. There must be something strange in it!"

When he said this, He Ping also remembered.

"There is the coffin of Vice Mayor Jin Gaotang on this train, and it is said that it is going to take the old lady to Beijing to be buried in the ancestral grave."

Mr. Song showed a disgusted expression: "We took the same train with the dead man? Isn't his old lady leaving in a few days?"

He Ping: "You remember wrongly. We traveled ahead of time, so we happened to be together. But the coffin of the old lady should be in the cargo compartment, separated by the second-class compartment and the third-class compartment. It should be far away from us. No problem."

Mr. Song: "The mother surnamed Jin died, and it was fine if she had been inactive for more than seven days. It must be said that he had a dream about the Guanyin Temple, and he had to carry the coffin up the mountain to worship. At that time, I felt that this was wrong."

He Ping asked patiently, "What do you think is wrong with this matter?"

Mr. Song: "The man surnamed Jin is in the Municipal Office, and he's been trying to fight against my dad all day long. This time, he's acting weird. Maybe there's some kind of conspiracy. Even if there isn't one, wouldn't it be a good thing to catch him?"

He Ping thought to himself, after a long time, it turned out that it was the fact that the same party was attacking dissidents.

But he felt that the idea of ​​a man turning into a woman and a Taoist priest turning into an old woman was really whimsical, so he persuaded: "Mr. Song, in my opinion, it might be because of the similar appearance just now. You misread it."

Song Lin shook her head: "I have a photographic memory for people, and I am familiar with the old-fashioned movements. Don't talk nonsense, take people to the third-class compartment right now, and find the Jin family. If there is anything suspicious, they will be detained on the spot. We can't let them Get off the train...forget it, you just find the people and bring them to me, and I'll interrogate them."

He Ping frowned, showing disapproval: "This will offend Mr. Jin."

Song Lin was stunned, obviously not paying attention to Deputy Mayor Jin.

He Ping had no choice but to take this wayward Mr. Song to get up and walk to the third carriage.

From entering the second compartment, the compartment is filled with mixed smells of air, and in the third compartment, the smell is even more intense, smelly shoes and socks, leftover dry food, body odors from various people, and even corruption The tartness of the fruit...

Even if He Ping pinched his nose tightly, he was so suffocated that he felt an urge to turn around and run away.

A dark purple skirt, a blue padded jacket, and an elderly woman with a bun.

According to Song Lin's description, He Ping searched for them one by one. Looking around, all the middle-aged and elderly women seemed to fit what he wanted.

Some of them lowered their heads, dozed off, and couldn't see the color of the skirts, so He Ping had to stop and observe carefully.

Wherever he went, everyone looked at him with weird eyes, as if he was a flower picker who specially preyed on old women.

He Ping:……

He doesn't want that either!

He also wanted to sit safely in the first car and drink coffee under the heater.

But who made his immediate boss the suspicious Mr. Song?

He Ping felt wronged, he lamented for his brand-new suit, and said to himself that he didn't know how much perfume he would have to wear to cover up the smell of his suit after returning home.

"Mr. He, the person in the penultimate row in the black robe and top hat should be the Jin family. I've seen them before."

The attendant next to him said suddenly.

He Ping hurriedly looked over.

Three men and one woman.

The old and the young were talking in low voices, and they were still eating.

On the opposite side, a man and a woman rely on each other to doze off.

The woman also looked quite young, not like the old woman Mr. Song said.

"Go and have a look."

Lao Jin was eating melon seeds, and when he heard Xiao Jin talk about the anecdotes in Fengtian City, he was patted on the shoulder unexpectedly, and almost swallowed the melon seeds in his mouth.

He has quite a position in the Jin Mansion, and as his temper grows older, he will immediately turn his head and curse at others.

"You fucking... who are you?"

He Ping's attire did not look like a passenger in the third car.

"It's Uncle Jin. My surname is He. I'm Mr. Song's confidential secretary. Just now my entourage said that I saw you, and I thought he was dazzled. Why are you sitting here? Follow me to the first compartment. I Let someone make room for you!"

Song Lin could let him arrest people regardless, but He Ping couldn't be so reckless.

No matter what the other party said, he is also a member of Deputy Mayor Jin. Deputy Mayor Jin is filial to his mother. Everyone knows Fengtian. Those who can carry the coffin back to their hometown on his behalf are naturally trustworthy old family members. It depends on the owner to beat a dog. He Pingke I don't want to offend people out of thin air.

Lao Jin's face was stunned, but his heart was suddenly vigilant.

"Xiao He, thank you for your kindness, but we have an errand right now, so we must not delay it. The coffin of the old lady is placed in the cargo compartment behind. General idea. I wonder if Mr. Song is also in the car?"

He Ping said with a smile: "Mr. Song is not here, I am traveling with Mr. Xiao Song, and I am on business in Tianjin."

Lao Jin cupped his hands: "Then please tell Mr. Xiao Song for me. I will not be able to greet him when I am in mourning. When we arrive in Beijing, we must write to the old master and ask him to come out to Mr. Song." Thanks sir."

He Ping glanced at Ling Shu while he was speaking.

Blue cheongsam, no skirt, not purple.

Then definitely not.

"Well, Uncle Jin is being polite, who are these?"

"This is my nephew, also surnamed Jin, and also from the Jin family. This is Zhuojing's nephew and his wife. This time they received the letter of appointment from Beijing Middle School, and they happened to go to work with us together."

After Lao Jin finished speaking, he extended his arms and pushed Yue Ding and Tang.

"There are guests, please get up and say hello! This is Mr. He, his boss, Mr. Song, and Mr. Jin are colleagues."

Yue Dingtang was dazed as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and when he got up, his body swayed a bit.

"Hi Mr. He, this is my wife."

Ling Shu hid half of his body behind Yue Dingtang, and said hello timidly, his voice was like a mosquito.

He Ping didn't listen carefully to what the other party said. He only felt that Lao Jin's niece and daughter-in-law looked really pretty, with a bookish look, and she was quite attractive, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The other party seemed to lower his head a little more.

Yue Dingtang said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. He, my wife has never seen any big scenes, and now I'm pregnant again, and with the bumpy train, I'm easily frightened and uncomfortable."

Ling Shu:? ? ?

Didn't this part of the plot we agreed in advance? !

But he reacted faster, as soon as Yue Dingtang's voice fell, he supported his lower abdomen, showing a pained expression.

"The kid seems to be kicking me again."

Yue Dingtang, Lao Jin, Xiao Jin: ...

"Come on, sit down!"

Yue Dingtang helped him to sit down, and handed the cup to his mouth.

The two murmured and whispered, they really looked like a young couple with a good relationship.

Through the heavy clothes, He Ping couldn't tell whether Ling Shu had been pregnant for a few months. He was not interested in the situation of the two of them, so he quickly turned to Lao Jin: "Didn't Aunt Jin come with you?"

Lao Jin said: "She still has to take care of her little grandson at home. I will pick her up after I settle down."

He Ping nodded, looking here and there, but he didn't want to leave.

"Since I'm here, why don't I go in and kowtow to the old lady. Last time at the old lady's funeral, I happened to be on a business trip at the order of Mr. Song. I didn't make it back in time. I'm really sorry."

Lao Jin declined: "Thank you for your kindness, but it is not very convenient to be on the train now. There are no lights in the cargo compartment. If you bump into it, it will not be beautiful."

He Ping was still very persistent: "I'll just kowtow, for peace of mind, and won't disturb the old lady."

Lao Jin and Xiao Jin looked at each other, feeling that it would be suspicious to stop them any longer, they said, "Then please come with me."

It was pitch black in the cargo compartment, but a dim light suddenly lit up at the door.

It was the kerosene lamp in the hands of He Ping's entourage.

A pair of coffins were placed on top of several small boxes, a small black and white photo was placed in front of it, and an incense burner with three burnt sticks of fine incense stuck in it.

He Ping really didn't want to kowtow.

Because the cargo floor is very dirty, I don't know how many things have been transported over the years, and how many disease-causing bacteria are on it.

But the words had come to an end, and Lao Jin was watching from the side again, so He Ping had no choice but to pinch his nose and play the whole set.

Fortunately, Lao Jin stopped him: "Mr. He, the ground is dirty, so don't kneel down, it's expedient, and bowing is considered polite. The old lady will understand."

He Ping pretended to forcefully said, "Then it's up to you."

I don't know if I don't look at it, but if I look closely, the black and white photo of the old lady is really scary.

A gust of evil wind came from somewhere, and with a whistling blow, the kerosene lamp was extinguished.

He Ping was startled, and was about to turn his head when another movement came from the corner of the cargo compartment.

His scalp was tingling with horror, he didn't care about anything else, he just turned around and left without looking back.

"Uncle Jin, you have worked hard, I will go back and report to Mr. Song, and ask him to help you change cars!"

He Ping didn't see it. Behind him, Lao Jin and Xiao Jin looked at each other and smiled.

After a long time, Lao Yuan crawled out from the corner and wiped his sweat.

"It's killing me!"

Lao Jin asked him: "How do you know that Mr. Song will send someone over?"

Old Yuan was angry: "I just passed by the first carriage, and I saw Song eating by the window by accident, and I quickly slipped back. It's so dirty here, and Song himself will definitely not come to check it out. He wants to come here. , if you don’t make it right, it’s really going to go wrong!”

After He Ping went back, he reported what he had seen and heard to Mr. Song, saying that he did not see the old woman he mentioned.

Song Lin was skeptical, and when the group arrived in Tianjin, they sent a telegram back to Fengtian and sent people to the Guanyin Temple on Fuyu Mountain to check, but the person sent replied that there were no ghosts in the Guanyin Temple, let alone anything The old Taoist and the young Taoist, Song Lin exclaimed that she had been fooled, and confirmed that she was not mistaken that night.

But it was too late, the old Taoist had already run away, not to mention that Song Lin had no proof, it was impossible to confront Deputy Mayor Jin, after Tianjin, it was not their territory, and they wanted someone to arrest Lao Yuan Waiting for others is simply impossible.

As the so-called dragon enters the sea, there is no trace to be found.

These are all later stories.