Song Ye is broad-minded and not as knowledgeable as the villain, but the villain suffers from persecution delusion. The more he is ignored, the more colorful his imagination becomes. Listening to the sound of the people on the lower bunk feasting, his stomach growls and his stomach rumblings. The contrast between them makes their nerves explode.
Finally, the man in the suit couldn't help but took out something from his bag, "Ahem, the smell of this train is too strong, not to mention it's choking on my nose. I also ate too much this night, I'm so full. , drink some high-end products to quench your thirst.”
There were two people on the upper bunk. As soon as the man in the suit spoke, the man with glasses knew he had to talk to him. When he saw the bottle in the other person's hand, he immediately let out an ouch, "Isn't this what your friend from abroad brought back? I heard it's rare. Why are you willing to take it out and use it?"
"Haha, of course I bought something for use. This thing is great. Not only can it be drunk as a drink, it is refreshing in the mouth, but it can also cure aphthous sores and toothaches." The man in the suit said proudly and deliberately raised his voice.
The woman on the lower bunk moved for a moment, subconsciously wanting to look up, but she quickly stopped and resumed eating.
Song Ye's reaction was to ignore it to the end.
The man in the suit's tactics failed, and he puffed his cheeks as if he was competing. He jumped out of bed, shook the bottle and asked Song Ye, "How is it going for the provincial champion? I heard that you got full marks in the English test. It's just right." There is an opportunity for you to learn and see if you know English spoken abroad."
In this era, foreigners walking on the street are like pandas, and foreign goods are even more rare items. Anyone with beautiful foreign writing at home can brag about it for half a month.
For Song Ye, who would fly around the world more than ten years later, this kind of thing was certainly not worth mentioning. But right now, she had just finished eating the shrimp and was going to get a paper towel. She raised her eyes and glanced over, catching a glimpse of the blue bottle. After speaking English, he said calmly: "This is mouthwash, don't drink it."
"What?" The man in a suit, who was still swinging the bottle proudly, was stunned. His face suddenly turned ugly when he realized it, and he curled his lips and said: "Tch, what do you know? This is a drink, and there is mint in it, which is refreshing. I don't know how to pretend to understand. Have you seen this thing, and it’s mouthwash, why didn’t you say tap water.”
One second he was selling it as a drink, and the next second Song Ye said he couldn't drink it. It was clear that he was ruining the place. Moreover, the English on the bottle was written in an ancient printed font, and the characters were so small that it was impossible to see clearly in such a flash. The man in the suit became more and more sure that Song Ye was provoking trouble.
"Hey, you came here first to ask about other people's children. You just don't know what's wrong. Are you so vicious?" The woman couldn't stand it anymore, so she stretched out her hand and pushed the man in the suit away. " You drink your drink, I'll eat ours, let's stop talking." She thought she was talkative, but she didn't expect that this man had more things to do than her.
The man in the suit never thought that he, an educated teacher, would be despised by a country woman. He felt angry and wanted to come forward to argue. Later, he was stopped by the man in glasses. He was still furious and simply turned away. He gestured towards Song Ye with the bottle, "Look, this is a drink, for drinking." As he said that, the man in the suit drank the whole bottle.
After finishing the drink, he burped, resisted the pungent smell, and said, "Refreshing."
Song Ye was really speechless. She knew the purpose of this thing at a glance at its name, so she didn't need to study the instructions carefully.
But there were people who were looking for death, so she didn't have to stop them. After eating, she sat at the window and looked at the scenery.
The night wind blows in, which is very cool. Most of the areas the train passes along the way have not yet been developed. The vast stretches of barren mountains and wilderness appear quiet and peaceful under the night. This kind of natural atmosphere is not found in post-modern reinforced concrete.
Half an hour later, the guy on the upper bunk was swaying, holding his stomach and running to the toilet.
Song Ye didn't pay much attention and retreated into the bed to lie down and prepare to sleep.
About an hour later, there were few people walking in the aisle. At this time, a strange sound caught Song Ye's attention.
Her hearing was excellent, and she guessed that it was the movement of the soft sleeper in front of her. She didn't bother to get up to check, so she directly pressed her hand on the wall and used her supernatural power to see through it.
Outside the first soft sleeper box after the three hard sleepers, I saw a figure crouching furtively, holding a wire in his hand and tinkering with the door lock. The door locks on the train all have an internal bolt structure, so the iron wire was bent and stretched in, cleverly covering the iron bolt and moving it backwards. The other party moved very quickly and secured the door lock in two or three seconds.
As soon as the door opened, he saw that everyone inside was asleep. He made a strange sound again, and then he saw another figure quickly emerge from behind the curtain of the window and sneak into the house. The man who unlocked the door opened the door. After passing the test, he found a nearby window and stood looking out as if nothing had happened.
Stealing things on the train, and committing the crime in a gang, the method is very skillful and beautiful.
Song Ye raised his eyebrows and saw the face of the man who unlocked the door through the occasional light from the window. He was clearly a slovenly man.
Just when Song Ye felt that their skills were remarkable, the sound of footsteps hurriedly sounded in the corridor. The slovenly man watching the wind was startled and quickly strode forward, facing the oncoming man. The black shadows collided together.
"Ouch." The black shadow yelled as he was knocked to the ground.
The door behind the sloppy man suddenly opened, and another figure quickly slipped out.
The door closed again, so fast that no one could notice anything strange, but the sloppy man didn't expect that his collision would actually cause big trouble.
The slovenly man originally wanted to reach out and pull up his friend from the ground, but he even had his apology lines ready, "Brother, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."
As a result, I stretched my hand in the air and heard the sound of vomiting.
That's right, the person who was knocked to the ground vomited, and he vomited so hard that it was so heart-wrenching that even the passengers in front and behind him came out to watch.
"What's going on? What's going on?" Finally, the conductor on duty heard the sound and came over. After looking through the crowd, he immediately stepped forward and helped the man on the ground up, "Sir! Sir! Are you okay? I can’t move around, what can I do to help you?”
"Ahem, vomit..." The man on the ground finally vomited out his bile. He raised his trembling hands and pointed at the sloppy man standing in front of him. He was speechless for a while.
"You? What does this matter have to do with you? Why did this gentleman fall here and vomit? Please explain clearly." The conductor's tone was stern and his eyes were alert.
The sloppy man quickly shook his head and waved his hands, trying to say that he had done nothing. Unfortunately, before he could say anything, the man on the ground had already said, "It was him who injured me."