Not only is it difficult to prove that the deceased killed Xiao Quan, but Zhou Yanling's suspicion on the same train will only be heavier. Instead, it looked like Zhou Yanling committed another murder on the way to absconding, then jumping into the Yellow River would be impossible to wash away.
Wu Fengrong grabbed Zhou Yanling's collar and kissed back. Originally he should be very used to the shaking of the train, but now he is leaning halfway on Zhou Yanling's chest, but it gives the illusion that he needs to rely on. The fur collar of the military coat rubbed against the down jacket, like a well-behaved and docile animal tail. Zhou Yanling supported his waist and kissed his lips earnestly. For a while, the hot air from his mouth traveled down his trachea to his chest, and his heart slowly warmed up like an old stove with Chen Feng.
He was prepared that Wu Fengrong would not help him. They were a love affair between adults, and adults talked about public and private. But such an intimate kiss made Zhou Yanling uncertain. To say that Wu Fengrong fulfilled 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 it if he was moved by ordinary hearts. They were far from that step, not to mention that this relationship was mixed with a lot of heart. Wu Fengrong's style is true, infatuation is false, but he has to pretend to be affectionate. Zhou Yanling thought that this type of insurance sales was the best, but unexpectedly the conductor also caught it.
Then there is only one possibility, Wu Fengrong treats him as an insurance policy. A man is good to a person, a woman, pursues a woman, or pursues anyone, not necessarily out of liking, but he wants to complete this "goal", just like completing a business order. He is determined to win this list, and he will work hard to complete it, and the same reason as to complete the work performance. Wu Fengrong's desire to win Zhou Yanling may be for work purposes or for male possessiveness, or occasionally.
Zhou Yanling once had the mentality of "achieving goals", but later he became an old salesman, and he no longer had a hard requirement for work performance, so he didn't count on it. He lived a single life, just because his profession was special. He wanted to be in the crowd, but he couldn't be in the crowd. People thought he was a scoundrel, so he simply acted like a ruffian, both to others and himself. convenient.
Even if Wu Fengrong just promised himself, he should still work hard. As a man, Zhou Yanling's vanity has been greatly satisfied. Who doesn't want someone like Wu Fengrong to promise? He Zhou Yanling was fortunate for three lifetimes because of the people in the sky who wanted to be stained with red dust.
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The train conductor and Mr. Zhou are not in love with each other yet, it's just that. After all, they just met. Both of them are old hooligans, so when they meet true love, they are not so sure, don't worry.
6. Leaders make the right decisions
The roar of the wheels is sometimes dull, sometimes terrifying.
Normally, Wu Fengrong could fall asleep in less than ten minutes, but now his palms are sweating, especially when he thinks of the close-up photos of the remains, his nerves are even more nervous. This game, this roulette wheel that was holding him, Zhou Yanling, the murderer and all the passengers in the car, was making a loud bang like a train, and it was rampaging towards the set destination.
Outside suddenly passed an oil field, the extremely white covering was covered with a silver net, and if you looked closely, it was a dense oil pipeline. The pipelines were staggered horizontally and vertically, and they were arranged in fine order, like a spider web being knocked down from the ceiling and fluttering to the ground. . At the left and right ends of the pipeline stood small low towers. The red signal lights on the towers emitted extremely weak light, and because Xiaoxue was fascinated by the eyes, it was even more unreal.
The conductor was seated in Car No. 8. Wu Fengrong decided to go back to Car No. 9 first, and then return from Car No. 10 to No. 1.
He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked staggeringly, like a young master shopping. Before entering the No. 9 carriage, a woman's laughter swept out like a sandstorm, very grand. In front of him, four old ladies were sitting around the table playing cards, holding up two gray coins in one hand. The voice shouted again: "I said that in the end she must only have a small one, you don't believe it. If she played the 3 first, she would have won!"
The eyes of many passengers were attracted to the past. This noise must have disturbed the people, but no one dared to speak out. Wu Fengrong approached unhurriedly, only to see a small old lady, wearing an eggplant purple stand-up collar peony cotton quilted jacket, pale eyebrows and triangular eyes, a sharp mouth and fine teeth, and her hair in a thick braid on her head. Then, wrap it with a hairnet. She reached for the cards, her chest lowered, her collar drooped down, revealing an inconspicuous black scab on the side of her neck.
Wu Fengrong politely knocked on the table: "The old man plays cards quietly, and everyone else doesn't need to sleep."
The old lady stared: "What's your business? Do you know how to respect the elderly?"
Wu Fengrong scolded: "Your loud noise has seriously disturbed 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, but the marshals must come here. I talked to you."
The carriage was immediately quiet. The old man was taken aback, and the arrogance that was rising to the sky just now disappeared immediately. She retracted her head unwillingly, and wanted to say something. A partner in the seat next to her pulled her arm to signal her to close. mouth.
Wu Fengrong changed his face and turned into a kind and gentle smile, pointing to her neckline: "It's still cold in the morning, don't open the window so wide, so that the cold will not come in and invite sickness. If you are injured, you should be more careful, and cover your collar well. , it's time for a cough."
The old lady's face was red and purple when he said it, like a little girl who was taken advantage of. She covered the 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 ground in her hand and closed it. Wu Fengrong wanted to check her ticket, and 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.
In a car with few people, if there are empty passengers who want to adjust to a comfortable seat, the crew would be too lazy to take care of them, but since these disrespectful old people have already fallen into Wu Fengrong's hands, there is no reason to make it more convenient. Wu Fengrong messed up the game in the name of "taking the right seat". He walked away from the table in satisfaction, his eyes swept back and forth, and everyone thought he was just the conductor patrolling to check, and they didn't take him seriously.
After a while, the carriage returned to normal order.
The No. 10 compartment was full of students, and the atmosphere was lively. Six portable heaters were running in the compartment, and the temperature was much higher than outside. Most of the people took off their coats, revealing the single clothes inside. Fortunately for Wu Fengrong, this is the beginning of October, and winter has not officially entered. If it is another month, the temperature in the carriage will not be kept above ten degrees. By then, the fourth and fifth floors will be wrapped like this, and it will be strange to find out ghosts.
From the 10th carriage, Wu Fengrong walked back and forth to the dining car. There were a lot of people in the dining car during breakfast time. The chef saw him and gave him a cup of soy milk. It was freshly baked and still steaming.
The flight attendant who received the soy milk winked at him and pointed behind him: "You should come later, you are getting hot on your head."
Wu Fengrong looked behind him, a couple kissing hard at the connection between the dining car and No. 6 carriage. The boy pressed his little girlfriend on the windshield, as if he wanted to devour his life. If it's elsewhere, it's fine, there are many mandarin ducks in the car, and Wu Fengrong, who gets up and works directly in the sleeper, has seen it. But this 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 train connections. Maybe the carriage and the carriage are out of touch, so it's not a joke.
The flight attendant knew what he was thinking: "I persuaded me, and I promised it well, but when I turned around, it became entangled again."
Wu Fengrong sneered and stepped forward in three or two steps to pull the thirsty couple away. Seeing that it was a man, the girl was ashamed to hide in her boyfriend's arms, but Wu Fengrong saw that there were still 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: "Let's go right away, she's in a mood, I comfort her, I'm sorry."
"Wipe it for the girl." Wu Fengrong took out a tissue: "Pretty pretty girl, it's not good to see her face crying."
"Thanks. She's a little sick, it's all right."
"Would you like to call the medical staff?"
The girl didn't answer all the time, timidly showing half of her face from her boyfriend's shoulder. Judging by her age, she might be a college student. Her hair was curled and she had makeup on her face. The false eyelashes on her left eye were probably not well glued. Tears soaked her and the glue melted. Probably also felt uncomfortable, reached out to take off the eyelashes, who wanted to poke two fingers into the crevice of the eyelid, and stuffed the eyelashes back. This action made Wu Fengrong's heart skip a beat, afraid that she would poke her eyeballs out. He sighed secretly, this girl is amazing, the big things are not as important as the makeup on the face.
At this time, the girl said, "Don't blame him, it's all my fault, we'll leave right away." She didn't look at anyone when she spoke, even though her eyes were lowered, she didn't know where she learned the courtesy. Seeing her like this, Wu Fengrong remembered what Fan Liuyuan said to Bai Liusu: "You are good at bowing your head." What kind of man would be unmoved by such a compromised girl? Even Wu Fengrong wanted to pity him.
Tickets still to be checked. The boy took out the ticket stub, the four protruding