A Train Named Evil

The mood is very good, even the wound does not feel so painful.

"Now do you believe me? If I talk nonsense, I will be struck by lightning." Zhou Yanling pointedly said: "I guess I'm being targeted by someone, maybe I'm eavesdropping outside your door right now, the two of us The incident in the toilet may have been exposed as well."

Wu Fengrong squinted and cast angrily: "Are you still shameless? I am shameless."

Zhou Yanling was distracted by his sweet tone, wishing he could fish him over and kiss him again.But with his hot phone in his hand, it's hard to get his mind off flirting.He read the text message from beginning to end again, carefully recalling the scene of being stabbed at the station.

"He told me not to act rashly, that is to say, I must have done something at the station to piss him off, and he was afraid that I would be disobedient, so he would give me a knife. But I didn't do anything, I went through the security check with my luggage and went to wait for the train Go to the hall and wait."

"Where were you stabbed? Where exactly? What happened before and after? Think again."

"I went to buy a pack of cigarettes, and I just came out of the canteen." Is it taboo for him to smoke a cigarette?Zhou Yanling had a flash of inspiration: "No, I said hello to the security guard before and asked him where there is a canteen. Just a few words, no more than 30 seconds, he won't think I'm going to report to the police, right? If I call the police, I can run away Come to the station? Why don’t you go directly to the police station and surrender yourself.”

Wu Fengrong pointed out his fingers to conclude: "Explain three points. First, the person who stabbed you at the station is the same as the person who sent you to the car to find the murderer. The person who stabbed you was an eyeliner who was sent to watch you. The purpose is to ensure that you can find the murderer. This is the relationship between the September [-] case and your being stabbed. Second, he started monitoring you very early, and he will not stop watching your actions until he arrives in Baihe. Third, he does not want you Surrender yourself, I don’t want you to contact the police. Who is protecting you so desperately?”

After speaking, he himself felt that something was wrong. Judging from the tone of the text message, it was more of a threat than a help.According to this principle, if Zhou Yanling couldn't find the murderer, he might be stabbed to death.Isn't this crazy?

Zhou Yanling's thinking has already gone ahead of him.There should not be many people who knew that he was at the scene of the murder. The murderer, his old colleagues, the police, and maybe passersby who passed by unintentionally, they didn't need to play tricks on him.If you have a personal grievance with him, it would be the easiest way to hand him over to the police directly. Who would go to great lengths to set up this train trap?

"Do you have any clues about the person who stabbed you?" Wu Fengrong asked again.

Zhou Yanling continued to recall: "I didn't see that guy's face clearly. He turned from the side of me, wearing a Lei Feng hat and a scarf around his neck, covering most of his face. It must be a man, carrying a big suitcase , black, slightly shorter than me, hit me with a lot of force, and the body is quite strong. The knife is a small knife, not big, probably a fruit knife. I was anxious to see the wound first, and when I lowered my head, he Already blended into the crowd."

"Would he have a grudge against the murderer? He was afraid that he would be retaliated against if he identified the murderer, so he asked you to arrest him?"

"As long as there is solid evidence, you can submit materials to the police anonymously, or apply for witness protection. He doesn't mind finding someone to stab me, and he's afraid of being retaliated by the murderer? He's just playing me!"

"Why do you think he wants to play this game with you?"

Zhou Yanling shook his head, let out a long breath and fell on the bed, as if he was extremely tired.

Wu Fengrong sat at the foot of the bed, picked up the remaining cold tea in the cup and drank it slowly.He remembered that one year, a man came to the station in Yangjiao City. He was unkempt and had a beard. He liked to squat at the junction of the carriages and drink alcohol. He was less than 30 years old and his head was full of white hair. He was as miserable as people in their 50s and [-]s. .Wu Fengrong paid attention to him because he was worried that this person was drunk and caused trouble, but in the middle of the night in the toilet, he saw him vomited to death, lying on the floor with his stomach in his arms, sweating coldly.The doctor rushed over and fed two stomach medicines, hot water and massage, the pain was finally relieved, and the two chatted in the office.

The story goes like this.This man is a vagrant who is unemployed. He took the civil service exam seven times in five years, and was rejected every time in the interview.This time he chose a remote unit to take the exam, and he took the No.2 interview. The score was very different from No.1, and the unit only recruited one, so he gave up, so he felt uncomfortable drinking in the car.Unexpectedly, the ending was still to come. When he was about to stop, he was suddenly notified that No. 1 interview had also given up. He could have made up for No. 2, because he also gave up his qualifications, and the one who passed the exam became No. 3.

It's not a big deal, but Wu Fengrong was just a flight attendant back then, so he didn't have much experience in the car, and he still has a deep memory of small things.The man smashed the wine bottle to pieces on the spot, his palms were covered with small drops of blood from the shards of glass, his eyes were crying and his mouth was smiling, like a spoiled puppet.

Destiny sometimes has to play games with others, it has to play, and it has to lose.There is no reason.

Zhou Yanling cast a grateful look at him, suddenly patted the wound under the ribs, and said in a low voice: "Thank you." Wu Fengrong was about to speak but he interrupted: "I know you have your responsibility, you are the train conductor, the train conductor Everyone on the Internet is your pressure, and you are doing the right thing. Notifying the police, searching the compartment, asking about the case... It is not easy to help me get here. Don't worry, I won't implicate you, I will go out in a while What to do, whether I was caught or stabbed, you have nothing to do with it."

He suddenly left the relationship so clear, as if the temptation, seduction, love, and confession just now had never happened, which made Wu Fengrong a little annoyed.

"What? Turn your face and deny anyone after getting out of bed?"

"Don't dare, if the train conductor still needs a bed, I will die."

Wu Fengrong put down his teacup and hooked his finger at him.Zhou Yanling turned over and crawled over to his head.Only now did Wu Fengrong have the time to focus on his facial features. If he said he was good-looking, he might not be stunning, but more of him was wild and dissolute, as if he was born with a restless soul.Wu Fengrong is not an honest person either. It's been a long time since he's fucked up, and it's finally a little exciting. How could he miss it?What he saw through Zhou Yanling's eyes was his restless heart.

Whether it is life or death, right or wrong, it doesn't matter, the important thing is to have a good time.

"Zhou Yanling," Wu Fengrong said.His tone was full of warning: "I believe you."

After speaking, he pressed against the man's thick lips, sucked hard, and directly pried open his teeth and stuck his tongue in.The bold and violent kissing method immediately got a response. Zhou Yanling held his back and pressed him against the wall. He turned his back and held the tip of his tongue in his mouth. His lips hurt from being bumped. The flesh and blood intersected, and the kiss was loud, as if the two faces were eager to squeeze together.When dry firewood meets raging fire, and golden wind meets jade dew, all reason is gone.

Zhou Yanling panted against his forehead: "I will not let you down."

Wu Fengrong closed his eyes and grinned towards the base of his ears.Because of the lack of oxygen, his cheeks were flushed, as if blown by a cold wind, but his heart was burning hot, and his heart beat fast and urgently.It was only when he reacted that he noticed that his hand was pinching Zhou Yanling's wrist, leaving a deep red mark. Zhou Yanling didn't cry out for pain, and just let him pinch it. Instead, he held the back of his hand on his Kissed on the pulse.Wu Fengrong's ears twitched, and he quickly withdrew his hand, pretending to be nothing, obviously shy.

"Give me the case information, and I will find someone with you."

"In case of being held accountable..."

"I take care of it."

Zhou Yanling was still hesitating, the train's early announcement came down from above their heads——

"Good morning, passengers and friends. It is now 7:4133 in the morning. The K2935 train you are taking departs from Tongzhou Station and ends at Baihe. The total distance is 32 kilometers. The estimated running time is 15 hours and 10 minutes. It is estimated to arrive at The time is at 3:13 on October 55rd. This train passes by stations such as Wancheng, Yiqing, Yangjiao, and Kenam. It is breakfast time now, and the No. 7 car is a dining car, which will provide you with catering services. Please have Passengers and friends who need it go to have a meal. The train office seats and medical point are located in the No. 8 car. If you need to apply for ticket replacement, please contact the flight attendant..."

In the narrow office seat of the train, the conductor exchanged a look with the insurance investigator.

Time is running out and the game begins now.

5. Who wouldn't want someone like Wu Fengrong to agree?

Zhou Yanling took out a cowhide portfolio from his briefcase, and handed it to Wu Fengrong after hesitation.Wu Fengrong first took out a stack of photos, which were close-ups of the victim's body, with complete angles and clear and detailed pictures.

In the photo, Xiao Quan was lying on the wet concrete floor, his skin was blue-gray, his pupils were dilated, and blood flowed from his ears and nostrils due to a fractured skull.The lips are pale, the corners of the mouth are stained, and the chin hides a tiny wound, like a thin pencil line hiding in the chin groove.The back of the head hit by a blunt instrument was only swollen and there was no blood, which indirectly indicated that he had intracranial hemorrhage.His hands crossed his chest unnaturally, and the left side of his school uniform jacket came off his shoulders and wrapped around his arms, revealing the turtleneck sweater underneath.The photographer also made a close-up of the words "Tongzhou No. [-] Middle School" on the school uniform logo.

Wu Fengrong looked at this young face carefully, the expression on his face was fear and pain.He watched the haze of death devour him step by step—the intracranial hemorrhage would directly lead to a sharp rise in intracranial pressure, the brain would be squeezed, and all the brain matter would move to the spinal cord, and eventually he would die due to respiratory arrest due to the compression of the brainstem.The wounded with intracranial hemorrhage can take a few days at most before dying, and at least a few minutes in a short time. The psychological torture and physical pain suffered by the injured during the whole process is hard to imagine.

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