"The Sinister Train" by Jiang Ting
Introduction
Zhou Yanling, the suspect in the Tongzhou September 27 major murder case, appeared on the K4133 train. Wu Fengrong, the conductor of the train, got the news immediately and started to deal with and investigate.
On the train, various forces are wrestling secretly, the truth is confusing, and the suspect and the conductor are ambiguous.
Zhou Yanling has never encountered such a glamorous thing as Wu Fengrong, with a charming figure and a blurred demeanor. Zhou Yanling saw his heart move, and begged for the immortal air in his mouth. Wu Fengrong was secretly vigilant, Zhou Yanling hid very deeply, who he wanted to indulge, maybe he wanted to indulge, one day he didn't want to indulge, so Wu Fengrong couldn't help but splash. At this time, the two of them were pregnant with each other and did not speak.
Thirty hours from Tongzhou to Baihe, the road is still long...
1. There is a suspicious man in carriage 4
There was a suspicious man in car 4, sitting by the window in row 15.
The flight attendant checked the luggage rack and hurriedly went to Wu Fengrong, the conductor of the train: "There is a lot of blood on his clothes, it has turned black, the coat can't stop it, and he can smell the blood when the window is open. I didn't see it. He covered his face with a hat and a mask. There was a bag in his luggage, bulging, and he kept it at hand. Would you like to inform the marshals, could he be a murderer?"
Wu Fengrong was wearing an old-fashioned military coat with a cigarette in his mouth. He stepped on a chair with one foot and oiled his leather boots with a rag. The boots were polished black and shiny, and the feet cocked triumphantly toward the flight attendant. He is 32 years old this year, his home is in the south, and he has a handsome and talented face.
"What are you panicking about, I'll go take a look first." He stood up and tightened the belt of his trousers, and said with a smile, "I'm a little fatter, next time I make a uniform, give me a size up."
The flight attendant's eyes fell on the open neckline of the military coat, and a gold emblem was pinned to the breast pocket of the uniform. That is the honorary badge of "Heroic Train Captain" issued by the provincial government, which is equivalent to a first-class merit. The flight attendant heard that it was five or six years ago. A criminal gang broke into the cab and kidnapped the driver, asking the train to change lanes. Wu Fengrong was not afraid of danger, negotiated calmly, took the hostage instead of the driver, and successfully delayed the time until the special police arrived at the scene. The criminal gang was wiped out, and all the people on the train were unharmed. Afterwards, the train conductor was commended by the province. The newspapers published articles for three consecutive days for interviews and publicity, and the Railway Bureau made a big splash.
Seeing Wu Fengrong's face without fear, the flight attendant also relaxed.
By the time Wu Fengrong reached the No. 4 carriage, row 15 was already empty.
The windows were open, the curtains were flying, and the north wind poured into the carriage, blowing an empty beer can on the table top, and the golden liquor leaked out, shaped like a beautiful little sun.
People are not in their seats. Wu Fengrong found a black plastic button under the chair. The broken thread was wrapped around the hole, and the fracture seemed to fall off naturally. He lit a cigarette and sat down again, his eyes swept back and forth across the entire carriage. It was a Monday morning. There were no more than ten people in the carriage. Seats in rows 15 to 20 were all empty. The rest of the passengers were sparsely distributed in the corners of the head and tail, some sleeping, some reading newspapers, and others. Some play games with headphones on. This way, even if someone hurriedly walks down the aisle with a coat wrapped in it, it won't attract much attention.
Could it be wrong? Without seeing the bloody clothes with his own eyes, Wu Fengrong still doubted the description of the flight attendant. If you really have a ghost in your heart, it takes up to three minutes to go back and forth from the conductor's seat to the No. 4 car, and it runs very fast.
According to Wu Fengrong's experience, if a hooked fish escapes once, it will be difficult to catch it again.
Someone came from behind and sat down next to Wu Fengrong.
A handsome and confident man with three to seven parted hair, glossy and shiny, the neckline of the white shirt in the down jacket is slightly open, and the tie hangs loosely underneath. Wu Fengrong didn't have time to examine his facial features, and he glanced down at an old-fashioned briefcase and a pair of old leather shoes. He has a bottom line in his heart, this is a salesman.
"Is the conductor checking the tickets in person?" The man took out a red ticket stub from his trousers pocket.
The ticket bears the passenger's name: Zhou Yanling. Wu Fengrong handed over the cigarette case, and the other party took it and said thank you.
Then Wu Fengrong moved. He suddenly bullied his body, and the cigarette in his mouth touched the other's cigarette butt. The man obviously didn't expect that, he couldn't hide his instinctive retreat, and was pressed by Wu Fengrong on the back of the chair. The distance between the two is very close, the eyelashes touch each other lightly, Zhou Yanling has to lower his eyes to avoid looking at each other. In one narrow line of sight, only Wu Fengrong's eyes were slightly raised, with a hint of a smile, and his voice was hoarse and low: "You don't have a lighter, don't you mind?"
Cigarettes burst into flames, and the smell of nicotine exploded in the air.
Zhou Yanling's eyes darkened: "My honor."
Wu Fengrong backed away at the right time and regained his calm demeanor as if his face had changed.
There was no blood on this man, and he was clean. Suspiciously clean, like... just had a shower.
Neither of them meant to move. Wu Fengrong closed the window, and the sound of the wind and snow outside snapped.
"Mr. Zhou is going to Baihe?" he asked.
Zhou Yanling patted the briefcase: "Run to the client." He was holding a cigarette like a smoker.
Wu Fengrong raised Erlang's legs and sneered: "What company is so stingy? Now everyone who has some money takes the high-speed train, and it only takes eight hours to get to Baihe. If you travel like this for two days and one night, won't you delay business?"
Zhou Yanling squinted his eyes into slits, looking like a lewd look.
"No smoking on high-speed trains, isn't there a train conductor serving here?"
Wu Fengrong didn't answer right away, the ticket stub between his fingers rubbed at the joint for a while, and handed it back. For a moment, only the roar of the rails and wheels rolling in my ears. He waited for the cigarette butts in his hand to burn out, and then threw it into the empty beer can, which clacked loudly. The conductor stood up, stepped over the knees of the old salesman, and waved his hand: "Please invite Mr. Zhou to smoke again when you are free!"
This is a deliberately disgusting person, I don't want him to stay longer, and he is not self-motivated.
Back at the office, the deputy captain Zhao Xintao was waiting for him. He shook his head and said, "No."
Zhao Xintao was anxious: "Can you still make a big difference in living people? Search, there are only ten carriages in total, can you still dare to jump out of the car?"
"What kind of a living person have you become?" Wu Fengrong stared at him, akimbo: "Take a shower, change clothes, and throw all your bags and belongings out of the car window. Why do you want to raid your house? Is there any evidence that they are prisoners? Or did you see him hacking people with your own eyes?" He spit in the ashtray: "I know what to do, why don't you go around here."
Zhao Xintao was scolded speechless. Wu Fengrong didn't dare to provoke him when he spilled it. The conductor of the train was very talkative, and he was the worst at taking losses in his life. horizontal. His prestige is here, otherwise he would not be able to negotiate with the criminals to make everyone safe.
Zhao Xintao and Wu Fengrong have been in the same team for many years, and they have seen many thieves in the car, and there are indeed few murders and arsons, and they may not meet once in ten years. First, it is very difficult to hijack the train. The train can be braked urgently. Even if the criminals control the cab, it may not be able to change lanes smoothly. But if it does happen, it's a matter of life and death. When the flight attendant mentioned a man covered in blood sitting in the No. 4 carriage, Zhao Xintao's head repeated over and over again, "Shut it to the canopy, to the canopy, it must be a collision with the Bodhisattva!" Why did President Wu Fengrong catch up with these bullshit things
Instead, Wu Fengrong comforted him: "What are you afraid of? If something really happened, there's still me. At most, the heroic train conductor doesn't want it. I'm here, can I still pull you over to cushion your back? I'll check it out later. , let the female flight attendants be careful and safe."
Zhao Xintao was still hesitant when he went out. Wu Fengrong's life-threatening personality is prone to accidents. This person is in his thirties and has nothing to worry about. He doesn't care about anything. He really treats the train as his home. His car, of course, is not allowed to go wild.
In fact, Wu Fengrong thought much simpler. No one is more familiar with this train than him, and in a critical situation, he can do anything better than anyone else. The sky cannot fall. This vast northern snow forest looks very big, quiet and cold, but I get used to it after running back and forth a lot. The road is one kilometer by one kilometer, and the time is by the hour. Wu Fengrong can clearly calculate how far and how long he has traveled, and he can't be more at ease in his heart. As long as we can go on, no matter how big the world is, no matter how long the years are, there will always be a time to arrive.
Life on the railway is extremely boring and monotonous. Even if you look at the same scene every day, you will get tired of watching Tianshan Snow Pond. Wu Fengrong opened the curtains and looked over the gray birch forest and the flying crows outside. The first snow had just fallen in October, the sun was far away, and a few golden rays of light were released from the clouds surrounding the mountains, illuminating the streams in the cols.
The weather forecast said that the snow will increase in the evening. When the snow falls, the mighty earth will be covered, and everything will be covered.
The man's cunning smile appeared in Wu Fengrong's mind.
He whistled happily, his eyes gleamed, and his heart beat faster.
Thirty hours from Baihe, the road is still long.
2. The figure is charming and the demeanor is blurred
The flight attendant brought in the changed thermos and saw Wu Fengrong staring at the thermos with a very deep expression. She thought that the situation was dangerous and dangerous, so she was afraid to speak, and her eyes were red with fright. Wu Fengrong was thinking about a sip of hot tea. He smoked too much and his throat was so dry. It was always inconvenient to change the thermos.