who
He Ping was confused and followed what he was pointing at.
People come and go, men and women, and the dim light at night and limited electric lighting make them look alike at first glance.
Mr. Song looked at the man in a hurry, and soon disappeared into the crowd, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.
"He went to the third-class compartment, you go and find me!"
He Ping: "Who do you ask me to find, is it a man or a woman, and what does he look like?"
Mr. Song: "He was originally an old Taoist priest with a beard. I saw him just now. He looked very similar, but turned into a woman with a mink hat and a skirt. That skirt was purple, dark purple!"
He Ping:…
He suspected that the surnamed Song was making fun of him because he was dissatisfied with his official business.
This is a man and a woman, a Taoist priest and a skirt, is it a man or a woman
Song Lin regained her senses, and felt that her words were a little out of her mind.
He took a deep breath and talked about the future in general.
"If I'm not mistaken, this person used to be a Taoist priest in the Guanyin Temple on Fuyu Mountain. Today I met with Jin Lao when we went up the mountain, and now he suddenly appears here in a man disguised as a woman, there must be something strange about it!"
He Ping also remembered when he said this.
"This train has the coffin of Vice Mayor Jin Gaotang, and it is said that the old lady is to be sent to Beijing to be buried in the ancestral grave."
Mr. Song showed a disgusted expression: "We took the same train as the dead man? Didn't his old lady leave in a few days?"
He Ping: "You're wrong, we traveled ahead of time, so we just happened to be together. But the old lady's coffin should be in the cargo compartment, separated by the second-class and third-class compartments, far away from us, it should be No problem."
Mr. Song: "The mother surnamed Jin died, and it's not a problem for more than seven days. If he had a dream of a Guanyin Temple, he must carry the coffin up the mountain to worship. At that time, I felt that this was wrong."
He Ping patiently asked, "What do you think is wrong with this matter?"
Mr. Song: "The surnamed Jin is in the Municipal Office, and he has been trying to oppose my father all day long. This time, he acted strangely. If there is some conspiracy or tricks, even if there is none, wouldn't it be a good thing to take the opportunity to catch him?"
He Ping thought to himself, after a long time, it turned out that the same party was fighting against differences.
But he felt that the idea of a man becoming a woman and a Taoist becoming an old woman was fantastic, so he persuaded: "Mr. Song, in my opinion, just now may be similar in appearance, you are wrong."
Song Lin shook her head: "I've never forgotten people, I'm familiar with that old man's actions, don't talk nonsense, now take people to the third-class compartment immediately, and find the Jin family, if there is anything suspicious, they can't be detained on the spot. Get off the train... Forget it, find the people and bring them to me, and I'll interrogate them."
He Ping frowned, showing disapproval: "This will offend Old Jin."
Song Lin was stunned, obviously ignoring Vice Mayor Jin.
He Ping had no choice but to take the wayward son of Song to the third carriage.
From the moment we entered the second compartment, the air was filled with all kinds of mixed smells, and in the third compartment, the smell was even stronger, smelly shoes and socks, leftover dry food, body odors from all kinds of people, and even corruption The sour taste of fruit…
Rao Shi He Ping squeezed his nose, and he was dazed by the smoke, and he had the urge to turn around and run.
An elderly woman with a dark purple dress, a blue padded jacket, and her hair in a bun.
According to Song Lin's description, He Ping looked for them one by one. Looking around, all the middle-aged and elderly women seemed to be what he wanted.
Some of them bowed their heads, dozed off, and could not see the color of their skirts. He Ping had to stop and observe carefully.
Everywhere he went, everyone looked at him with strange eyes, as if he was a flower-picking thief who specially attacked the old woman.
He Ping:…
He doesn't want that either!
He also wanted to sit quietly in the first car and drink coffee with the heating on.
But who made his immediate boss a suspicious and jealous son of Song
He Ping felt wronged, he bemoaned his brand new suit, and said that he didn't know how much perfume he would need to spray to cover the smell after he went back.
"Mr. He, the person in the second-to-last row wearing a black robe and a top hat should be the Jin family. I've seen it before."
The attendant next to him suddenly said.
He Ping looked quickly.
Three men and one woman.
One old and one young were talking in low voices, still eating something in their mouths.
Opposite a man and a woman dozed off relying on each other.
The woman also looked quite young, not like the old woman that Mr. Song said.
"Go and have a look."
Old Jin was nibbling on melon seeds, and when he heard Xiao Jin talk about the anecdotes in Fengtian City, he was slapped on the shoulder and almost swallowed the skin of the melon seeds in his mouth.
He has quite a status in the Jin Mansion, and as his temper grows older, he will immediately turn his head and curse.
"Fuck you... who are you?"
He Ping doesn't look like a passenger in the third compartment when he dresses up.
"It's Uncle Jin, my surname is He, and I'm Mr. Song's confidential secretary. I just said that I saw you, but I'm still dazzled by him. Why are you sitting here? Come with me to the first carriage. Let someone make room for you!"
Song Lin could let him arrest people regardless, but He Ping couldn't be so reckless.
The other party said that he was also from Deputy Mayor Jin. Deputy Mayor Jin was very filial to his mother. Fengtian is known to everyone. Those who can carry the coffin back to their hometown on his behalf are naturally trusted old family members. I don't want to offend people out of thin air.
Lao Jin's face was stunned, but his heart suddenly grew vigilant.
"Xiao He, thank you for your kindness, but we have errands at the moment, we mustn't delay, the old lady's coffin is placed in the cargo compartment at the back, I must accompany me to watch, I must not be negligent. Careless. I wonder if Mr. Song is also in the car?"
He Ping smiled and said, "Mr. Song is not here. I'm traveling with Mr. Song. I'm going to Tianjin for an errand."
Lao Jin handed over his hands: "Then please report the crime to Mr. Song on my behalf. It is inconvenient for me to say hello to him when I have a mourning. When we arrive in Beijing, we must write to the old master and ask him to come forward to Mr. Song. Thank you sir."
He Ping glanced at Ling Shu while speaking.
A blue cheongsam, not wearing a Luo skirt, not purple.
It certainly isn't.
"Well, Uncle Jin is polite, who are these?"
"This is my nephew, who is also surnamed Jin, and is also from the Jin family. This is Zhuojing's nephew and his wife. This time they received a letter of appointment from Beijing Middle School, and they happened to be going to work with us."
After Lao Jin said that, he stretched out his arms and pushed Yue Ding and Tang and the others.
"There are guests, get up and say hello! This is Mr. He, his boss, Mr. Song Lao, and Jin Lao are colleagues."
Yue Dingtang showed a daze as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and his body shook a little when he got up.
"Hello Mr. He, this is my wife."
Ling Shu hid half of his body behind Yue Dingtang, and timidly said hello, his voice was like a mosquito.
He Ping didn't listen carefully to what the other party said. He only felt that Lao Jin's niece-in-law's appearance was really good-looking, with a bookish air, and she was quite attractive, so she couldn't help but glance at it.
The other party seemed to lower his head a little more.
Yue Dingtang said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. He. My wife has never seen any big scenes. Now that I'm pregnant again, and the train is bumpy, I'm easily frightened and uncomfortable."
Ling Shu: ? ?
We didn't have this part in the story we said before, right? !
But his reaction was quicker. As soon as Yue Dingtang finished his words, he held his lower abdomen and showed a pained expression.
"The child seems to be kicking me again."
Yue Dingtang, Lao Jin, Xiao Jin: …
"Come on, sit down!"
Yue Dingtang helped the person to sit down and handed the cup to his mouth.
The two whispered, and they really looked like a young couple with a good relationship.
Through the heavy clothes, He Ping couldn't see that Ling Shu had been pregnant for a few months. He was not interested in the situation of the two, and quickly turned to Lao Jin: "Didn't Aunt Jin come with you?"
Lao Jin said, "She still has to take care of her little grandson at home. I'll pick her up when I settle down there."
He Ping nodded, looked here, looked at that, just didn't want to leave.
"Since I'm here, why don't I go in and kowtow to the old lady. Last time I was on a business trip under the order of Mr. Song at the funeral of the old lady. I didn't have time to come back. I'm really sorry."
Lao Jin declined: "Thank you for your kindness, but it's not very convenient on the train now. There are no lights in the cargo compartment. If you bump into it, it won't be beautiful."
He Ping still insisted: "I'll just kowtow and ask for peace of mind that I won't disturb the old lady."
Lao Jin and Xiao Jin looked at each other and felt that stopping them would be suspicious, so they said, "Then please come with me."
It was pitch black in the cargo compartment, and a faint light suddenly lit up at the door.
It was the kerosene lamp in the hands of He Ping's entourage.
A pair of coffins were placed on top of several small boxes, a small black-and-white photo was placed in front of it, and a censer was inserted with three fine incense sticks that had already been burned.
He Ping really didn't want to kowtow.
Because the cargo floor is very dirty, I don't know how many things have been transported over the years and how many pathogenic bacteria are there.
But the words were out of the way, and Lao Jin was watching again, He Ping had to pinch his nose and act in a full set.
Fortunately, Lao Jin stopped him: "Mr. He, the ground is dirty, don't kneel. It is expedient to do it. Bowing is considered polite, and the old lady will understand."
He Ping pretended and reluctantly said, "Then it's up to you."
I don't know if I don't see it, but when I looked closer, the black and white photo of the old lady was really scary.
I don't know where a demonic wind came, and with a whimper, it blew out the kerosene lamp.
He Ping was startled and was about to turn his head when there was another movement in the corner of the cargo compartment.
He was so terrified that his scalp was numb, and he didn't care about anything else.
"Uncle Jin, you've worked hard, I'll go back and report to Mr. Song and ask him to help you change the carriage!"
He Ping didn't see it. Behind him, Lao Jin and Xiao Jin looked at each other and smiled.
After a long time, Lao Yuan climbed out of the corner and wiped off his sweat.
"But it's suffocating me!"
Lao Jin asked him, "How do you know that Mr. Song will send someone here?"
Lao Yuan was annoyed: "I just passed the first car, and I saw the surnamed Song eating by the window, so I quickly slipped back, this place is so dirty, the surnamed Song himself will definitely not come to check, he wants to come. , if you can't get it right, you will really be able to wear it!"
After He Ping went back, he reported to Mr. Song what he had seen and heard, saying that he had not seen the old woman he mentioned.
Song Lin was skeptical. After the group arrived in Tianjin, she sent a telegram back to Fengtian and sent someone to inspect the Guanyin Temple on Fuyu Mountain. The person who sent them replied that there were no ghosts in the Guanyin Temple, let alone anything. The old Taoist priest and the young Taoist priest, Song Lin exclaimed that she was fooled, and confirmed that she had not read it wrong that night.
But it's too late, the old Taoist has already run away, let alone Song Lin has no evidence, it is impossible to confront Vice Mayor Jin, Tianjin will not be their territory after that, they want someone to arrest Lao Yuan Waiting for others, it is also impossible.
As the so-called dragon enters the sea, there is no trace to be found.
These are all later stories.