A Train Named Evil

Chapter 3: Festival

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Feng Rong almost shot out with a shock. Zhou Yanling saw that his head was so high that he was rubbing with interest. Wu Fengrong was favored in two places, his expression was impatient and lazy, and all his soft flesh leaned on the man.

"Aren't you afraid of being heard?" Zhou Yanling kissed his eyebrows: "Is it exciting?"

Wu Fengrong is at the most comfortable time: "Hurry up."

The two turned upside down, put their coats together, and wrapped their bodies in the warm air. The friction made the skin steam hot. Wu Fengrong's eyes turned red, and she screamed loudly. The high tide came quickly and happily. After a while, Zhou Yanling kissed his hair and temples, and his movements became softer. The lubricant that came with the cover made his clothes and trousers wet. When he pulled himself out, he saw sparse body fluids falling from the hole and onto Wu Fengrong's light-colored panties. With a blank head, sperm gushing up, he squatted down and licked the cotton cloth clean.

Wu Fengrong has been in the toilet of the train for many years, and he has never encountered such a rotten scene. His chest exploded, and he slapped the bastard's ass with his hand. With a loud "snap", Zhou Yanling laughed instead of anger, stood up and grabbed the neckline to kiss, both of them smelled of lubricant and essence, Wu Fengrong was out of breath, and only after the end did she realize what she was doing. .

I was really dizzy, and I was still learning the passion of young people playing toilets at a young age.

"Wipe." Zhou Yanling put on his trousers and took out two tissues and handed them to him.

Wu Fengrong has not breathed evenly, his legs are soft. He barely propped himself up and wiped the bottom clean. He lit the cigarette before wearing his pants. He was so empty, crotched, and the bird leaned in front of the window, breathing clouds and mist. This man has a delicate figure and a blurred demeanor. His little finger on the window frame is melting into the crimson color of the red sun, which is not inferior to a mountain cherry tree that is out of the wall.

Zhou Yanling was so moved, he stretched his head over, bit off the cigarette butt, and asked for the fairy breath in his mouth. At this time, the two of them were pregnant with each other and did not speak.

When someone knocked on the door again, Wu Fengrong kicked back impatiently: "It's not over, wait!"

When he turned around, he saw Zhou Yanling clutching his ribs to examine the wound. Just now, there was an earth-shattering commotion. The wound must have collapsed, and the red blood was pouring out. Wu Fengrong pulled away the gauze, and the wound was completely exposed. It was much more serious than he imagined. It was almost a stab wound.

The shirt was naturally stained with blood, and Zhou Yanling showed a helpless expression. He wiped the wound with a wet tissue and tried to cover it with the original gauze. Wu Fengrong grabbed his wrist and his eyes stopped him from courting death.

"I've already changed into a set of clothes, so this shirt is all I have left, so I'll be decent anyway." Zhou Yanling smiled, and resumed his wretched expression: "Good lady, you and I are in love, so you are so anxious to catch me. To see the official?"

Wu Fengrong didn't speak, he opened the door and glanced outside, making sure there was no one in the aisle, he took off his military coat and put it on the man's back, and whispered: "Don't look up, follow me closely. , I have a first aid kit there."

He slammed the door open and walked out the aisle with the man in his arms.

The simple corridor forced him to step out of the red carpet. Zhou Yanling was pressed by the heavy military coat, his face buried in the collar, and he couldn't hide the happy smile on his lips.

3. I did not kill

Wu Fengrong had a satisfying meal in the morning and was in a good mood. He found the first aid kit, motioned Zhou Yanling to lie down on the bed, and skillfully cleaned the wound with hydrogen peroxide. At the end, he tied a neat and neat knot, and the finger-wide wound covered him like a large artery bleeding.

Zhou Yanling leaned lazily against the head of the bed, squinting his eyes and smiling, as if a child was throwing a tantrum. After all, he was three years older than Wu Fengrong, and his power was by no means inferior. Wu Fengrong was secretly vigilant. If Zhou Yanling really launched his power, he might not be able to stand it. This man hides deeply, he wants to condone Wu Fengrong, that may be because he wants to condone, one day he doesn't want to condone, and I don't know how Wu Fengrong can't help but splash.

The window was misty, and there was light snow outside. Wu Fengrong's eyes were attracted by an empty wheat field. The farther north, the lower the temperature, and there is no living thing to grow in the fields. The dark land is covered with snow, and the white is shiny. Several old trees stood on the top of the field ridge, with bare and thin tops, holding a nest of crows. Suddenly, a big bird fluttered its wings and chirped, and hula-la flew eastward with a flock of crows, pressing away like a heavy black cloud toward the sun.

"I didn't kill anyone." Zhou Yanling said, talking about God like a peasant.

Wu Fengrong silently weighed these words. He could see clearly that the injury was a new one, the incision was wide on the left and narrow on the right, and it was stabbed, probably less than two hours. According to the description of the flight attendant, Zhou Yanling was already dressed in blood when he got on the bus, but he would definitely not pass the security check covered in blood, so it is very likely that he was injured after the security check. Someone attacked him at the station or on the train, but in any case, he was not left to fight the victim at the scene of the Tongzhou murder case. But this alone can only judge that the new injury has nothing to do with the homicide, and it is not enough to prove that Zhou Yanling did not kill.

Wu Fengrong decided to wait for the others to finish speaking. He raised his chin and motioned Zhou Yanling to clean up this serial fart once.

Zhou Yanling said sincerely: "I was at the scene at the time, but I didn't kill the person. It was a misunderstanding." He paused, "That night, my old colleague and I had supper near the Internet cafe, and we drank too much and broke a bit, just remember. When I went to the toilet to vomit, I was stunned in the middle, and then I heard the police car whistle. I am somewhat sensitive to the police, and I usually pay special attention to this aspect. Something's wrong, and he didn't breathe when he probed his nose and mouth."

He will always remember the feeling of a moment, much colder than blowing in a train toilet.

"And then you ran away?"

"My mind was stunned. I didn't understand what was going on until I saw the news the next day. At that time, things were already big, and the city was full of storms. The unit asked for a two-day leave first. I called my old colleague and scolded him, but he didn't say anything. What, I just stopped answering the phone later. It's hard to say if this guy dug a hole for me. I'm ashamed. I've been in this business for more than ten years, and I know that 90% of them are acquaintances. I haven't escaped this day myself."

Wu Fengrong asked, "What the hell are you doing?"

Zhou Yanling took out his business card and handed it to him. The title reads: Claims Investigation Manager of Lixin Insurance Group Co., Ltd.

"To put it simply, some people do nasty things in order to cheat insurance money, such as theft, murder, forgery, disappearance... I am in charge of the investigation and verification of these cases, and the insurance company will pay the money after verification. Investigators have reviewed Quan, if the loss is particularly serious or someone has died, it is common to cooperate with the public security department to collect evidence. Have you seen "The Trap"? The one played by Zeta Jones is a bit exaggerated. It is understandable for artistic needs, the real work. It's not that sinister, but it's generally the same."

"Fresh."

"To be clear, you won't find it new. It's nothing more than murdering fathers and mothers, cheating marriage and poisoning, selling sons and daughters... These are all the great rebellions throughout the ages. With more experience, the intuition is usually accurate in this regard. I must have been tricked by someone."

Having said that, Zhou Yanling took a sip from the water cup on the table, no matter who owned the cup before. He crossed his legs, adjusted his comfortable posture and continued: "I didn't say I was a great kind person, I usually cheat a little fortune and sex, tease a little girl and hide my hands on the card table, but I don't know how to kill people. I have human nature. Also, I don’t like children at all, I don’t even know that boy, he’s not as tall as my elbow, what can I care about him?” At the end, he added: “If you take me I don't blame you for going to see the police, if I can sleep with you once, it's worth being a romantic ghost."

There may be a marshal coming in at any time outside, and Wu Fengrong can justify him with a single gesture. At this stage, the mouth is not serious, and it will never be a disadvantage to take advantage of it.

To be honest, Wu Fengrong was a little disappointed, and Zhou Yanling's explanation had too many loopholes. The drunken segment cannot prove that he did not kill, it may be an unconscious murder, or it may be an impulsive crime, and he has a proof of presence, enough to be listed as a suspect. If he is innocent, why not go to the police directly? Afraid that the police will wrong you? Wouldn't it be unfair to hide it from anyone

Also, the wound under the rib cannot be ignored, who attacked him? Does it have anything to do with murder? Why does he want to get on this train? Just rushing out after committing a crime will only arouse even greater suspicion, making it appear that he is absconding in fear of the crime.

"It doesn't matter who prostitutes who. Don't be sloppy, how did the injury come from?" Wu Fengrong asked.

Zhou Yanling's expression passed a trace of doubt. Wu Fengrong could clearly feel the anger in his emotions.

"What the fuck I want to ask! How did you manage the security check at the station, and the knife didn't come out? Just in the waiting hall, someone dragged a suitcase across the street and hit me. I haven't reacted yet. I stabbed a knife from under the down jacket. I was startled. The ticket check had already started. I was so anxious to get on the bus that I didn’t have time to bandage it. How dangerous. What if this person got on the bus with a knife and stabbed another ?"

"I have nothing to do with the station. I am under the control of the Railway Bureau. It is useless to ask me. Do you still have the habit of carrying first aid supplies with you