The Plow

The train keeps going.

The news of the dead spread quickly, causing panic among people like a plague.

The passengers talked a lot, as if the murderer was sitting next to them, and even the passengers in the first-class carriage shouted loudly, demanding that the train stop immediately and let them get off.But that's just to say, even if the train stops now, if they are not afraid of being hit by the train behind them, where can they go if they don't rely on the station in front and the village in the back?

The conductor had no choice but to try his best to appease the passengers in the first-class carriage. Anyone who stood up here, got off the train and filed a complaint, they would not be able to offend them.

"Looking for someone? Then how to find someone? The guests in the first-class carriage are making a lot of noise, and I'm afraid they won't cooperate!"

The conductor who was helping Ling Shu and the others was at a loss, bewildered, and involuntarily pinned all his hopes on the two people in front of him.

"What's your name, little brother?"

"Sir, just call me Ah Cai!"

He was flattered by Lingshu's amiable face, Ah Cai hurriedly said.

"Okay, brother Cai, please take us to the second compartment now, and close the doors from the second compartment to the first compartment and the third compartment by the way, so that no one can pass through."

Ah Cai didn't know, so he said, "Why didn't you check the third compartment? There are more and more people there, and the murderer might be hiding there too."

Ling Shu explained to him as he walked.

"Now it is preliminarily inferred that not only the murderer but also the accomplices were involved in the murder. The deceased was a passenger in the second car, and he was riding alone. Because the second car is very close to the dressing room of the first car, there is also a loophole to take advantage of. Passengers in the third car, even if the murderer wants to move people to commit crimes, it will be very troublesome. The murderer may hide in the third car, but the accomplice must be a handyman who is familiar with the train and should work in the second car for a long time. Now put There is still time to block the passage between the two carriages, he thought to himself that he did not kill anyone, and nine out of ten he would choose a familiar place to hide instead of rushing to the unfamiliar third carriage."

Ah Cai seemed to understand, but felt that what the other party said made some sense, but he hadn't figured it out for a while.

"The second car is in front, you two find someone first, and I will guard the passage first!"

The second car was also noisy, but overall much better than the third car.

Those who are in business, those who live a more refined life, or those who are rich in literati will often choose the second car, which is less than the upper and more than the lower.

It was the meal time at this time, and all kinds of food smells mixed together, rushing towards the face, even the most delicious things were much inferior.

Most of the passengers in the second-class carriage were eating while discussing the news of the dead person ahead.

Without knowing the truth, rumors spread virally. By the time Lingshu and the others arrived in the second-class carriage, it had become the daughter of a government official, or was killed by a lover on the train.

Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang stood in the empty seats near the car door, observing every handyman who came and went.

The latter are busy running back and forth to deliver meals to the passengers. Although the food in the second-class carriages is not as good as that in the first-class carriages, they are still hot meals. Especially after the new order issued by the Ministry of Railways this year, Chinese food has been added to the meals. The chef's skills are pretty good.

Ah Cai also watched beside them.

It's just that after looking around, he feels that everyone is suspected, and he feels that no one is suspected.

"Sir, your handyman, will you escape to the third compartment..."

Before finishing the question, Ah Cai saw Ling Shu pointing to a person not far away and said, "Do you know him?"

Ah Cai took a closer look, and saw that the man was lowering his head to sort out the things on the dining car.

"It seems to be a newcomer. I heard someone call him Twelve, but I haven't spoken to him. Why, is this person wrong?"

Ah Cai looked around, but didn't see anything wrong with Twelve.

But in Ling Shu's view, Twelve is full of problems.

First of all, he has switched the positions of the same two dishes one after another, from left to right, from right to left, and then from left to right.

Repeated ineffective movements indicate that he is absent-minded or thinking otherwise.

The other handymen were busy, delivering food, trotting all the way, very active, because some customers who spent a lot of money would tacitly allow the handyman not to give change when buying food, that is to say, give the change to the handyman. Service as a tip.

Of course, there are very few passengers like this, and most of them are still very stingy with money, but there is not a handyman like the one that Ling Shu focused on. Don't even think about errands.

Yue Dingtang walked over and patted him on the back.

The other party was startled, and the whole person jumped up.

The action was too exaggerated, even Ah Cai could see that it was inappropriate.

He wanted to show it in front of the two officers, so he hurried forward and grabbed his arm.

"Did you go to the dressing room of the first-class carriage?"

"I haven't been there, I've been here all the time!" Handyman Twelve shook his head and quickly denied it.

"What did you get on your sleeve?" Yue Dingtang asked.

Twelve looked down at his sleeve.

There is nothing special about the blackness that cannot be washed off because of frequent work.

"Besides the stain, there is a faint red here, not like blood, but like a woman's rouge."

Yue Dingtang pointed it out, but the lighter his tone was, the more flustered Twelve's face became.

"I accidentally touched the soup, it can't be washed off, what kind of rouge!"

"is it?"

Ling Shu stepped in suddenly.

"I am most familiar with women's rouge, let me smell it, and then I will know if you are lying."

His playful and teasing tone couldn't make Twelve relax, but instead tensed up, showing vigilance on his face.

Twelve wanted to retreat, but was stopped by Ling Shu.

Without saying a word, he pushed Ling Shu away and turned to run, but the latter dodged to avoid him, and grabbed his collar one step faster.

While struggling with his hands, the dining car clanged and was kicked forward, and the dishes were smashed to the ground one after another.

The passengers were startled, and they all followed the reputation.

Twelve struggled desperately, with both hands and feet out, but Ling Shu rushed forward and held him firmly.

Yue Dingtang stepped forward to search him.

He soon found out.

"what is this?"

Yue Dingtang found a pack of gold leaf wrapped in a handkerchief in the pocket of Twelve's underwear.

There are exquisite carvings on the gold leaf, although the lighting is dim and the carvings can't be seen clearly for a while, but there is no doubt that it is exquisite and luxurious, and it is definitely not something that should appear on the handyman.

"You got this from the dead? It seems that you killed the person?"

"It's not me! It's not me! I just helped clean up the corpses! I didn't kill people!"

Twelve didn't say anything at all, and sure enough, he immediately yelled.

Ling Shu pressed, "Who killed that!"

Twelve looks flustered: "I, I don't know!"

Ling Shu: "If you don't know, then you are the murderer! After arriving at the station, we will hand over you and the stolen goods to the local police station, and the real murderer will escape. If you take the blame for him, you may even be shot. does it worth?"

Twelve cried: "I really don't know where he went! We agreed before we got on the train that he killed people, and I helped cover up and clean up and delay him. As long as we get off the train, he will leave his sunshine." Dao, I also immediately unloaded my errand and went back to my hometown!"

Ling Shu: "But the train hasn't arrived yet, so it's still too late for you to point him out. Think about it carefully, where might the person be hiding on the train?"

Twelve gasped.

He couldn't figure it out, how could he become a murder suspect because he was just motivated by greed and promised to do a favor to a fellow villager whom he met by chance?

The electric light above his head made him dizzy, almost hallucinating.

The train beneath him rumbled and vibrated, and the icy boards were not comfortable at all, perhaps just like the feeling of the corpse lying on the ground just now.

The thought flashed through him, and he shivered.

"He, he should have gone in the third compartment!"

"Take us there, you may still have a chance to live!"

Twelve is not from Nanjing, he fled from the Northeast and came to Nanjing to make a living.

Although Nanjing is not as prosperous as Shanghai, it is the capital after all, and it is easy to find a job. After working for several years, I finally got this job of doing odd jobs on the train.

If he is willing to endure hardship and can speak with his mouth, in a few years, he might be able to become a coach boy, that is, a conductor.

But this kind of opportunity is very precious. He works hard every day and has to subsidize his family. He feels that it is too hard for him.

Until a few days ago, he met a fellow named Dou Li on the train from Tianjin to Nanjing.

Douli helped the passenger when he was in trouble at Twelve, and the two became acquainted with each other. Douli told him that he was actually waiting for a deal, a deal with huge profits. After that, the world will be brighter and the sky will be as free as possible, and you will not have to look at people's faces to live. Even if you can't become rich, you can go back to your hometown and buy a few acres of fertile land, and marrying a daughter-in-law is not a problem.

Twelve was tempted, and he boarded the thief's boat with one foot.

The deal that Douli is talking about is a murder deal.

He accepted a deal to kill a person on the train from Nanjing to Tianjin.

This person is carrying a huge amount of wealth, and killing people can also rob money along the way. As long as he survives the time on the train, he will disappear without a trace when he gets off the train. It is definitely like looking for a needle in a haystack, and people will never find it again.

The timid Twelve wanted to retreat before it was too late, and under the coercion and lure of Douli, he agreed to help Douli clean up the scene, hide the corpse, and delay time, and Douli would distribute some of the deceased's belongings to him, so that he could live and eat for the rest of his life worry free.

On the way to the third-class compartment, Twelve stammered, roughly describing the cause and effect.

Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang roughly restored this outline to its context.

But there are still many unclear shadows in the whole matter, and they need to find the answer further.

Noisy, suffocating, boring.

This is the visual impact of the third-class compartment.

Ling Shu is no stranger to this place, because he has sat there before. When he is not in this environment, he will suddenly feel uncomfortable, but the murderer is hidden here.

Twelve Misty glanced over with his eyes blindfolded, only to feel that everyone was like a bamboo hat, and he couldn't tell the difference at all.

"Do you remember what clothes the deceased was wearing?"

Ling Shu pressed his shoulder.

"Don't be nervous, as long as you find him, we will guarantee you, not only that, but also give you a reward so that you don't have to do this kind of hard labor on the train."

After finishing speaking, Ling Shu stretched out his hand to Yue Dingtang.

Yue Dingtang:?

Ling Shu had a hippie smile on his face: "Mr. Yue, lend me a piece of silver."

Yue Dingtang frowned, took out money from his pocket and gave it to him.

After thinking about it, I was worried, and asked again: "If you ask me to borrow it, when will you pay it back?"

It wasn't that he was stingy with this piece of silver ocean, but that Ling Shu had a lot of criminal records, so he could only get in and out.

Sure enough, Ling Shu hecked twice and said perfunctorily: "Let's talk, talk again!"

He stuffed the silver ocean he had brought into Twelve's hands.

"Take it, make up for your bounty, now you can be half-hearted, right?"

Twelve took Yinyang into his mouth and bit it, his spirits lifted, his waist didn't hurt, his legs didn't shake, and he spoke sharply.

"Seniors, I remember that this bamboo hat is very short. The suit of the deceased did not fit him at all, and there is a black mole on the back of his right hand, which is particularly conspicuous. Look for the third compartment. I can find it!"

At the moment when Twelve led Ling Shu to identify people one by one, Yue Dingtang touched the gold leaf in his pocket, took out half of it, and glanced at it under the light.

The fine carvings on it seem to be words, not patterns.

If you look closely, it seems to be in Tibetan.

Yue Dingtang gasped in his heart.

Twelve held these gold foils, not because of what was engraved on them, but because of the texture of the gold foils themselves. Such a stack of gold foils, melted into gold ingots, should have a small one.

But Yue Dingtang had a premonition that the gold leaf in his hands might have something to do with it.