A Train Named Evil

Chapter 15: Festival

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The two just use each other.

Wu Fengrong's expression was sullen: "You think too much, I'm not a teenage child, this is a job, I can distinguish it clearly." It means that he will help if it changes to other people, because he is a train long. When he got into his car, he was his passenger. His passenger needed the conductor, and Wu Fengrong had no reason to refuse.

Zhou Yanling was unhappy: "It's not good for you, you are too credulous."

"What do I believe, what's your business?"

The conductor kicked him and turned over to get out of bed. Before his feet landed, he was pulled back, and the man behind him tucked him back into the quilt in a good voice. He snorted softly, but no one wanted to hold him. So the two sat facing each other.

Zhou Yanling could only beg for mercy: "Can't you just say a few words?"

Wu Fengrong slanted: "What do you want to hear?" After speaking, he also felt a little bit of a tone, slammed his mouth twice, and threw the pillow at him irritably: "Aren't you very smart? Now what are you pretending to be confused about? , I just casually do that thing with people in the toilet? I don't want you to do that? Or am I a girl of yellow flowers, afraid of losing my reputation? I'm almost forty, and I have to let people speak the vernacular to listen. Understood, right?"

This time, the corners of Zhou Yanling's mouth were slapped high, proud. Wu Fengrong looked at him shamelessly, and went to touch the cigarette case, but Zhou Yanling took it with one hand, threw the cigarette case to the side, put his hand on his mouth and kissed it again and again. Wu Fengrong wanted to pull his hand back, but when he saw his smashed ear, he suddenly forgot to pull his hand. With a sullen face, he was determined to show the majesty of a train conductor—

"Now I want to ask you something, you answer honestly, do you hear me?"

Zhou Yanling just wanted to please him: "Okay. You ask."

Wu Fengrong thought about it: "You didn't tell me, you still have two fights?"

Zhou Yanling smiled genially: "I'm afraid it won't get into your eyes, and it's not a serious thing, so it will make people laugh when you say it."

"Where did you learn it?"

"I stayed in the army for a few years after graduation. Later, I was discharged from the army, and I ran out to sell insurance because I didn't have much ability."

"Didn't you study financial management?"

"I am a national defense student, graduated from the military academy, and was assigned to the armed police force of the Southern Military Region. In 2003, I performed a mission on the Thai-Myanmar border. At that time, the border conflict dispatched the armed police force to the border defense regiment. I was injured during the mission and was discharged after returning. "

Wu Fengrong was dumbfounded. He looked at the sturdy body under Zhou Yanling's sweater, and thought, "My dear, this is a serious armed police officer!" No wonder the thief with a knife can't help him, no matter how powerful he is, can he be compared with the armed police? Not folded in his hands is already a fortune teller.

Zhou Yanling seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a smile, "Don't look at me like that, can I still know how much I weigh? I learned the skills many years ago, and now it's just an empty shelf, you I like to watch fights, I can make you laugh ashamed. I can’t do it if I pick up the car and smite the bandits.”

Wu Fengrong said blankly: "If you suffer any injuries, you must be discharged from the army? Why isn't it better to be in the army than to sell insurance?"

"The knee is injured, and I can't fully straighten it now." Zhou Yanling demonstrated to him that the left leg can only be pulled into a straight line, and there is nothing abnormal in the daily walking routine. Cruel things, the spirit of returning from the border is also a little affected, and after talking with the leaders, I decided to retire.

"Don't you regret it?"

"No."

Wu Fengrong sighed: "Your stubborn temper is very similar to mine."

He hadn't seen before that Zhou Yanling was such a proud person. I would rather sell myself to an insurance company and change into a slick skin, rather than let people laugh at him as "useless". Wu Fengrong thought that he should look very heroic and unrestrained in military uniform.

"The temper seems to indicate that the two of us have fate, which is a good thing." Zhou Yanling just treated Wu Fengrong to make him happy: "I haven't asked you yet. You have been running around day and night for so many years, and your family has no opinion?"

Wu Fengrong said absently, "Then we have to have a family member first."

"Why don't you find one? You're not too young."

"I talked about one when I just went to work. Our old train conductor introduced that I was unlucky."

He just said nothing here. Zhou Yan's heart was itching halfway through listening to it, but just as he was about to ask, he raised his eyes and looked at it playfully. For a while, the words that came to the mouth would not come out. Wu Fengrong asked, "What are you doing? I didn't buy insurance, and I don't plan to."

Vigilance is high. Zhou Yanling didn't know if he really didn't want to say it, or if he was deliberately trying to make people lose his appetite.

He answered sincerely: "I just want to know more about you."

Wu Fengrong thought he was acting, and he finally understood what he said. In fact, it was a failed blind date. The girl introduced by the old train conductor was cheerful and knowledgeable. The family belonged to the railway system. Her father was the secretary of the organization department. The two of them got along very happily, but Wu Fengrong's personality was too wild and he had a good time. When they split up, everyone talked about it, and Wu Fengrong also knew about his fault, but he couldn't change it. He had no choice but to make amends to the old leader, and after finally being a matchmaker, he failed his hard work and almost remembered the book as a crime.

After this incident, very few people mentioned it to Wu Fengrong for a blind date. If he needed people around him, he would definitely not be short of them. At least in Zhao Xintao's impression, no one who has followed him gave bad reviews. But no one wants to stay by his side, they all know that he is a prodigal son, and what he wants is a happy thing that he doesn't want to have for a long time. Occasionally, a few close friends would ask, and Wu Fengrong passed by after a few words. To outsiders, he enjoys being single.

Zhou Yanling pursed his lips and didn't speak for a long time, looking at him with complaining eyes. Wu Fengrong was seen by him as if he was stabbed by a thorn, as if he was secretly eating with Zhou Yanling on his back: "What are you looking at me for? You will drag people into the toilet, so you can look at me?"

After two sentences, Zhou Yanling almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"You want to know who else I've pulled into the toilet, I can tell. You ask me."

"I don't gossip like that."

Zhou Yanling leaned closer and stroked his knee maliciously: "It's hard to say elsewhere, it's really my first time on the train, I've had a long experience, and it's a wonderful experience, not a ridiculous experience, let alone The kind of experience that I want to share with others. Originally, I didn’t feel that way, and when my life is at stake, maybe God still has a little pity on me.” Of course there are many absurd things to say, but it’s sensual. It's just absurd to find out the flowers. Wu Fengrong is also a man, and Zhou Yanling believes he can imagine it without any explanation.

However, Wu Fengrong came to be interested to listen, so Zhou Yanling had to explain his duty. He himself had never counted his love history like this, and he had to deal with the details of Wu Fengrong's torture while saying that, even though he never asked about his family background in this way during the military enlistment review.

After finishing speaking, Wu Fengrong still disliked his storytelling for not being vivid and unpleasant: "It's no fun. You have to say this yourself, but I didn't force you." .

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"When did you find out that you like men?"

"I'm in my teens. When I was in school, I skipped classes and sang KTV. I occasionally had an affair."

"What do you like?"

"Beautiful face, clean skin and upturned buttocks."

"Then is my butt up enough?"

The conductor looked at people out of the corner of his eyes, cool and dignified, half flirting and half interrogation. Zhou Yanling narrowed his eyes and lit a cigarette, but did not answer immediately with a pale face. Wu Fengrong thought that he was pushing too hard, and if Zhou Yanling really attacked, he might not be able to stand it. He thought angrily, ten | eight | I don't know how many times I have touched it. Wouldn't it be okay to let you praise your butt

When the cigarette was burning, Zhou Yanling said solemnly: "Don't gossip like this, lords, why are you listening to your butt so carefully? You can't see it even after inquiring, so you don't have to make people think you always look at your butt in the mirror. ."

Wu Fengrong was stunned, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this. He got out of bed in a hurry, clenched his teeth, kicked his shoes and slammed the door, and he could still be heard scolding through the door—

"Don't think I can't do without you!"

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Sorry, it's more late today. The conductor and Mr. Zhou began to get to know each other slowly.

12. They are all people, no one can be wronged!

Zhou Yanling sat on the bed for a while longer, the quilt had residual warmth, which was the temperature Wu Fengrong gave him, and he was reluctant to leave. His confidence suddenly increased, and he had a premonition that this catastrophe could not bring him down. God sent Wu Fengrong to help him. This was destined somewhere.

Thinking of this, even his head calmed down, and his thoughts returned to the case. Since the blue jacket is just a thief, it has nothing to do with the Tongzhou murder case. The case has returned to its original place, and the suspect has to be found on Wu Fengrong's list. Zhou Yanling can't talk to these people by himself, I'm afraid the real murderer will recognize him, so what else can he do

He took out his mobile phone, carefully considered the text messages from two unknown numbers, and decided to take the initiative to contact him to test the other party's reaction. He made a quick thread: "I need more clues."

Ten minutes later a new message arrives in the inbox—

"You have to find the clues yourself. Sometimes the process doesn't matter, the results matter."

Result-oriented, just like the fucking company leader,