A Train Named Evil

Chapter 42: Festival

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Forgot to stretch his legs and hook the controller down to him. Just as he was about to hit it, the train turned in front of him, the carriage shook violently, and the small plastic box slid under the seat. Huang Ye lowered his body to pick it up, Zhou Yanling raised his fist to catch up, and Huang Ye rolled sideways to escape. No one was casting too much attention on either of them, and the firelight of the explosion shone through the window.

This fire was a little different from the first explosion. The turbulent black smoke seemed to burn the sky into a hole, and the thick flames even rushed out of the window, twisting with their teeth and claws. Zhou Yanling didn't have time to think, he had already hooked the controller to his feet, he kicked Huang Ye who was hugging his leg, and grabbed the controller into his hand, Huang Ye panted and smiled, showing a smug expression. Zhou Yanling's heart sank, knowing that the boiler room might have exploded, otherwise the fire would not be so terrifying. This man put chlorine next to the boiler room, luckily the train didn't get out of control!

Zhou Yanling hadn't figured out what was going on, so he might as well be kicked by Huang Ye behind him and fell into the next computer room. The door behind him was immediately closed and locked. The darkness that could not reach his fingers came down, Zhou Yanling clapped the door and shouted, but Huang Ye, who was outside, ignored him and completely quieted down. In order not to startle the snakes, Zhao Xintao just sent the crew on duty in the engine room away first. At this time, there was no one in the room, and there was an explosion at the rear of the car. The crew should be dealing with the scene of the explosion now, and no one will come to open the door.

Zhou Yanling took out his mobile phone and called Wu Fengrong: "Rongrong, I'm in the computer room, you can find someone to come and open the door for me." He calmed down, thinking about how Wu Fengrong would come out to open the door for him, he just had to wait patiently Just fine.

At this point, the nose is surrounded by a burning smell. Zhou Yanling took a sip, shrank his feet, and thick smoke came up from the soles of his feet. He covered his mouth and nose in horror, resisting the urge to kill and kicked the hard stainless steel door fiercely.

- *** Huang Ye, he still doesn't want to suffocate to death!

31. But that person can't accompany him to the end after all

Zhou Yanling didn't kick the door open. He angrily threw the explosion controller to the ground and stepped on it.

The smoke in the secret room was getting thicker and thicker, and he began to cough hard. He touched the door panel and was scalded. It should be that the fire had burned to the door. At this time, even if Wu Fengrong sent someone over, he didn't know if he could pass through the fire. Even if he arrived successfully, he would have inhaled too much smoke and suffocated by the time he opened the door, not to mention that Huang Ye and Shi Xiaoran didn't know how to flee to the ends of the earth. It's hard to get the snake out, but it's hard to catch it if you lose it once.

- You must escape, you must get out now!

Zhou Yanling turned twice in place. The motor room was small and dark, and he couldn't hold a second person standing there. He didn't notice that his foot hit something hard. He lowered his head and took a picture of the phone. It was the switch on the mezzanine of the compartment floor. Surprised and delighted, he leaned over and pulled the splint away. The iron plate was so thick that he pulled it with all his strength. The light rushed in at once, and the rolling fresh air immediately evacuated the smoke.

"Cough-cough-cough-"

At the beginning, Liu Qin hid He Youan under the plywood, so that even Huang Ye couldn't find it. Although this method can be hidden from the sky, it is also very risky. Below the plywood is the bottom of the carriage, which is almost next to the wheels. When the train is running at high speed, the airflow brought by the rapid rolling of the wheels can easily suck people under the wheels.

However, there is only one way to get out of the motor room as soon as possible - climb down the bottom of the car to the connection of the car, which is the position of the windshield box, and then pull the door from the ladder and go back to the car.

Facing the fast-moving track under the splint, Zhou Yanling's fingers trembled a little, and his throat slid back and forth nervously. He has been an armed policeman, not Spider-Man, and he has never done such a thing as hanging his body upside down on a plane and crawling. The last time I rescued a thief, it was a bit difficult to just stick half of my body out of the car. Not to mention crawling under the car, it was a problem if I had the strength to hold the train. He didn't want to die in this icy barren mountain at a young age.

The wheels of the galloping train cannot see the specific shape, but turned into a circle of thick lead-ash rolling lines. The friction between the wheels and the rails brings fine golden sparks from time to time. Before they can be sprinkled into the air, they are crushed and pressed into the next reincarnation. inside.

Zhou Yan listened to his heart, lay down and got into the splint. He hooked his feet on the splint and stretched out his upper body first. The fierce wind almost cut his head off his neck. He reached out to find a notch in the bottom plate to buckle, and then put his leg down. The airflow brought by the wheels on both sides is strong and powerful, and his body is sandwiched in the middle, and he can only rely on the strength of his hands and feet to maintain stability and crawl forward against the airflow. Sweat quickly oozes from the palms of his hands, and the slippery ones are about to come out of the notch. He regrets not wearing a pair of gloves to go out.

The hard part is yet to come. Zhou Yanling tried to move his legs, but he couldn't see what was behind his head, so he could only clasp the notch with one hand and touch the back of his head with the other. . As soon as he kicked his legs, his whole body moved forward with all his strength, and his other hand didn't catch the buffer line and fell down with his upper body! He yelled in horror, but the toe of his shoe got stuck in the notch, and he didn't fall down completely, and when he retracted his foot, all that was left was his socks. As for the shoe, I didn't even see where it was dropped and disappeared.

Wu Fengrong rushed to the door of the motor room and saw that the curtains were burned to the ground, and the flames flew into the air, higher than people, and smoked the ceiling to black and green. The flight attendant took the fire extinguisher to put out the fire. The sky-high dry powder and the thick smoke were twisted together. The two forces were black and white. Suddenly, the black bit the white, and the white counterattacked and swallowed it. When the fight was inexorable, the black smoke opened a large net like flatulence to surround and suppress it, and the white smoke hid and ran to the red heart below, directly dousing the flames. With only a "sizzle-" sound, a gray wandering spirit rose from the scorched curtain, and the black smoke rushed into the air.

Only then did the two work together to open the door of the motor room. There was only a wide-open splint inside. Where is Zhou Yanling's figure? Wu Fengrong didn't react for a moment, and then he looked under the empty car again, his hands and feet were cold with fright, and his face darkened immediately. He held onto the frame of the car and took a deep breath, shouting towards the bottom of the car, "Zhou Yanling—"

No one responded. His throat was sore, he blinked twice, and his head was empty. The flight attendant did not dare to speak, and when he heard Wu Fengrong's teeth chattering, his face was dazed and at a loss. He had never seen the conductor panic like this.

Wu Fengrong turned around, leaned against the motor room and fell down, and it took a long time to ask a silly question: "Where is the person?"

The flight attendant supported him in trepidation and persuaded him: "It's alright, it's alright, Mr. Zhou's auspicious person has his own physiognomy, he won't fall!"

Suddenly the door on the opposite side of the car slammed open! A black hand tremblingly grabbed the doorknob and crawled over from the side with a figure. Zhou Yanling looked like a ghost, with oil all over his head and face, a shoe was lost, his arm was scarred, his skin was purple, and there were several small holes on his face. He opened his mouth and licked his lips, his scarlet tongue sticking out and licking the oil off his lips, and his lips looked even more bizarre. The flight attendant screamed in fright, thinking it was a thief picking up the train.

The eyes of the two collided, and Zhou Yanling showed an embarrassed smile. He wanted to open his throat, there was still remaining soot in it, he coughed twice, a little embarrassed: "Oh, shame."

Wu Fengrong's eyes were about to stare him through, tears were swaying in his eyes, the light inside was shattered, and Zhou Yanling's heart was broken.

"Rongrong, please don't! I'm fine, isn't this okay?" Zhou Yanling forced a smile.

Wu Fengrong walked over and took his hand, both hands shaking. If it wasn't for the dirty hands and face, Zhou Yanling would have kissed him, and now he can't even kiss Wu Fengrong. He was also sad in his heart. When he was under the car, he was in the mood that he would never see Wu Fengrong again. In the end, God was still kind.

"Don't cry anymore," Zhou Yanling touched the corner of his eye and wiped away the tears: "My Rongrong is not pretty when she cries."

Wu Fengrong reluctantly bent the corners of his mouth, and there were times when the always eloquent train conductor would not say anything.

"You still have to arrange things in the car. It's important to put out the fire. I'll go to Huang Ye first." Zhou Yanling shook his hand: "Every car should be inspected, especially under the plywood, to see if there are any explosive devices. Destroy them immediately after they are found. Focus on searching the carriages with many people, and He Youan may also be placed in those carriages by him."

Wu Fengrong raised his hand and kissed it, ignoring the oil in his hand: "He and Shi Xiaoran, we both need it."

He can't wait to go with Zhou Yanling, but there are so many passengers waiting in the car, he can't help but perform his job duties.

Zhou Yanling smiled at him: "Okay, as long as you believe me."

They didn't have time to talk, and Zhou Yanling had to catch up with Huang Ye as soon as possible. Before he could catch his breath, he plunged headlong into the chaotic carriage. In the exploded carriage, only the flight attendants were cleaning up the bodies of the victims. They were wearing simple masks, and Zhou Chi's anxious shouting could be vaguely heard not far away. Zhou Yanling passed her, looking for someone one by one in the messy train carriage.

A marshal called him: "Mr. Zhou, I saw He Youan. He is in the fifth carriage! He is with the migrant worker."

Zhou Yanling was in high spirits: "Okay, don't startle the snake, don't hurt the child."

When we got to Car No. 5, it was full of people, all passengers frightened by the explosion. These people shrugged their necks and wrapped their clothes tightly, sitting next to each other, sitting and walking when the seats couldn't fit.