A Train Named Evil

Not only is it difficult to prove that the deceased killed Xiao Quan, the suspicion of Zhou Yanling who was on the same train will only increase.Instead, it looked like Zhou Yanling committed another murder on the way to escape, so he would not be able to clean up by jumping into the Yellow River.

Wu Fengrong grabbed Zhou Yanling's collar and kissed back. He should be very used to the shaking of the train, but now he was half leaning on Zhou Yanling's chest, giving people the illusion of needing to rely on.The fur collar of the army coat rubbed against the down jacket, like a docile animal tail.Zhou Yanling held his waist and kissed his lips earnestly.For a while, the hot air from the mouth flowed down the trachea to the chest cavity, and the heart slowly warmed up like an old stove.

He was well prepared that Wu Fengrong would not help him. They were a fish and water relationship between adults, and adults talked about distinguishing between public and private.But such an intimate kiss made Zhou Yanling uncertain.To say that Wu Fengrong is fulfilling the responsibility of the train conductor, the previous temptations and temptations are enough, and it is really unreasonable to say that it is due to career pressure after this step.Zhou Yanling wouldn't believe that he moved Fanxin, they were far from that step, not to mention that this relationship was mixed with a lot of intentions.Wu Fengrong's amorous feelings are real, and his infatuation is fake, but he wants to pretend to be affectionate. Zhou Yanling thinks that this kind of pie selling insurance is the best, but unexpectedly the train conductor is also handy.

Then there is only one possibility, Wu Fengrong is treating him as an insurance policy.A man is nice to a person, to a woman, to pursue a woman, or to pursue anyone, not necessarily because of liking, but because he wants to complete this "goal", just like completing a business order.He is determined to win this list, and he will do his best to complete it, which is the same reason as completing work performance.Wu Fengrong wanted to take Zhou Yanling down, maybe for work purposes, or because of male possessiveness, occasionally.

Zhou Yanling used to have the mentality of "accomplishing the goal". Later, he became a veteran salesman, and he no longer had hard requirements for work performance, so he didn't count on it.His life is celibate, just because this job is quite special, he wants to be in the crowd, but he can't be in the crowd, people think he is a rascal, so he simply acts like a ruffian, he is good to others and himself convenient.

Even though Wu Fengrong only promised himself, he also promised to work so hard, and Zhou Yanling's vanity as a man was greatly satisfied.Who wouldn't want someone like Wu Fengrong to agree?For him, the heavenly beings want to be stained with the soft tent of the world of mortals, and he, Zhou Yanling, is lucky in his three lives.

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The train conductor and Mr. Zhou are not in love yet, it's just that, after all, they just met, both of them are old hooligans, so they are not so sure about meeting true love, so don't worry.

6. Leaders make the right decisions

The roar of the wheels is sometimes boring and drowsy, and sometimes it is frightening like a death call.

Normally, Wu Fengrong would be able to fall asleep in less than 10 minutes, but now his palms are sweating, especially when he thinks of the close-up photos of the dead bodies, his nerves are even more tense.This game, this roulette that holds him, Zhou Yanling, the murderer, and all the passengers on the car, is making a loud noise like a train, rushing towards the predetermined destination.

Suddenly passing by an oil field outside, the flat white is covered with a silver net. If you look closely, it is densely packed with oil pipelines. The pipelines are criss-crossed and arranged in a regular and fine manner, like a spider web being knocked down from the ceiling and falling lightly on the ground. .There are small low towers standing at the left and right ends of the pipeline. The red signal lights on the towers emit extremely weak light, which is even more unreal because of the blinding snow.

The conductor seat is in the No. 8 car, and Wu Fengrong decided to go back to the No. 9 car first, and then go back to the No. 10 car from the No. 1 car.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked unsteadily, like a young master shopping.Before entering the No. 9 car, there was a burst of women's laughter, which swept out like a sandstorm, with great momentum.Facing them were four old ladies sitting around the table playing cards, holding up two dusty bills in one hand, and the bills shook in waves, with their faces still blocked by the seats.That voice shouted again: "I said she must have only a small one in her hand in the end, you don't believe it. If she had typed out that 3 first, she would have won!"

The eyes of many passengers were attracted.Such noise must have disturbed the people, but no one dared to speak out.Wu Fengrong approached unhurriedly, and saw that she was a short old lady, wearing an eggplant purple stand-up collar peony cotton jacket, light eyebrows, triangular eyes, sharp mouth and fine teeth, her hair tied in a thick braid on her head. Finally, wrap it in a hairnet.She stretched out her hand to pick up the cards, her chest lowered, her collar drooped, revealing an indistinct black scab on the side of her neck.

Wu Fengrong knocked on the table politely: "The old man plays cards quietly, and the others don't need to sleep."

The old lady stared: "What's none of your business? Do you know how to respect the elderly?"

Wu Fengrong scolded: "You are making loud noises and seriously disturbing other passengers, and you have been complained many times. As the conductor of the train, I remind you that this is a public place, please pay attention to your words and deeds! Next time, it will not be me, and the police must come Talked to you."

It was immediately quiet in the carriage.The old man was taken aback, and the arrogance she wished to take to the sky just now disappeared immediately, she shrank her head unwillingly, and wanted to say something, a partner sitting next to her pulled her arm to signal her to shut up. Mouth.

Wu Fengrong changed his face into a kind and gentle smile, and pointed to her neckline: "It's still cold in the morning, so don't open the windows so wide, lest the cold air come in and cause illness. Elderly people should be more careful when they are injured, and cover their collars well." , It's time to cough in a while."

The old lady's face was red and purple when he said it, like a little girl who was taken advantage of. She covered her collar with one hand and pulled the window with the other. The glass window was thick and heavy, and the young flight attendant had to press down with both hands , brushed the floor in her hand and closed it.Wu Fengrong wanted to check her ticket, but she didn't delay much.The name "Liu Xiangqun" was written on the ticket, and the destination was Baihe, but the seat number was wrong.

Originally, in a car with few people, if there were empty seats, the flight attendant would not bother to take care of them if they wanted to adjust to a comfortable position, but since these old and disrespectful people had already fallen into Wu Fengrong's hands, there was no reason for them to do so conveniently.Wu Fengrong then messed up the game in the name of "checking in".Satisfied, he moved away from the table, his eyes flicked back and forth, everyone thought he was just the train conductor patrolling the train, and ignored him.

After a while, the carriage returned to normal order.

Car No. 10 was full of students, and the atmosphere was lively. There were six portable heaters in the car, and the temperature was much higher than outside. Most people took off their coats to reveal their unlined clothes.Fortunately for Wu Fengrong, it was the beginning of October, and winter had not yet officially entered. If another month passed, the temperature in the carriage would not be guaranteed to be above ten degrees.

Coming out of the No. 10 carriage, Wu Fengrong walked back and forth to the dining car.There were quite a lot of people in the dining car at breakfast time. The chef saw him coming and gave him a cup of soy milk, freshly baked and still steaming.

The flight attendant who received the soy milk winked at him and pointed behind him: "You should come over later, your head is getting hot."

Wu Fengrong looked behind him, and there was a couple kissing at the junction of the dining car and the No. 6 car.The boy pressed his little girlfriend against the windshield, as if he wanted to eat life alive.It's fine if it's in other places, there are many mandarin ducks in the car, and Wu Fengrong who is wild and works directly on the sleeper has seen it all.But the area of ​​the windshield is too dangerous. Not only is it easy to pinch people, but also the uneven force on the box can easily lead to unstable connection of the train. Maybe the carriage and the carriage will be disconnected. This is not a joke.

The flight attendant knew what he was thinking: "I persuaded him, and I made a good promise with my mouth, but after turning around, we got entangled again."

Wu Fengrong sneered, and stepped forward to pull the thirsty couple away.Seeing that it was a man, the girl was ashamed and hid in her boyfriend's arms, but Wu Fengrong saw that there were still wet tears on her face, half of which were hidden in the dark expansion joints.The boy protected her behind him, and apologized to Wu Fengrong: "Leave immediately, she is in a mood, I comfort her, sorry."

"Wipe it for the girl." Wu Fengrong took out a tissue: "You pretty girl, it's so ugly when you cry."

"Thanks. She's a little unwell, and she's fine."

"Should I ask the medical staff to take a look?"

The girl didn't answer all the time, timidly showing half of her face from her boyfriend's shoulder.Looking at her age, she might be a college student. Her hair was curled at the end, and her face was painted with makeup. The false eyelashes on her left eye probably weren't glued properly, and the glue melted when she was soaked by tears. The eyelashes curled up from her eyelids. Probably also felt uncomfortable, reaching out to take off the eyelashes, who would have thought to poke two fingers into the crevice of the eyelids, and then put the eyelashes back.Seeing this action, Wu Fengrong was frightened, afraid that she would poke his eyeballs.He secretly sighed, this girl is amazing, the big things are not as important as the makeup on her face.

At this time the girl said: "Don't blame him, it's my fault, we'll leave right away." She didn't look at people when she spoke, although she lowered her eyes, she didn't know where she learned the politeness.Seeing her like this, Wu Fengrong thought of what Fan Liuyuan said to Bai Liusu: "You are good at bowing your head." Who would not be tempted by such a permissive girl?Even Wu Fengrong wanted to feel pity when he looked at it.

Tickets still need to be checked.The boy took out the ticket stub, and on the back of his hand were four protruding