No matter what industry the service personnel are in, the word they are most afraid of hearing is "something went wrong".
The stewardess stared at Yang Zhao and said, "What, what's the matter?"
Yang Zhao was about to open his mouth, and the roar came from behind.
"Beat someone! Beat someone! Beat someone!"
The voice was not from Chen Mingsheng, it seemed to be from a passenger watching from the sidelines. The voice came through a carriage, very clear. Several young people stood up at that time, intending to go to the front to watch the excitement. The flight attendant realized that and immediately turned his head, "Everyone, don't move, don't move!"
She said to Yang Zhao, "You also find a place to sit first."
Yang Zhao watched her take out the walkie-talkie, "There are people beating people in the eighth carriage, eighth carriage, hurry up."
After hearing her finish, Yang Zhao turned around to look for Chen Mingsheng.
"Hey passenger!" The stewardess yelled, but did not stop Yang Zhao.
Their carriage was crowded with many people. Together with the people in the carriage behind them, they surrounded the toilet area to watch the excitement.
"Oh, you're bullying the disabled."
Yang Zhao was blocked by someone and couldn't see inside. Hearing someone say that, her heart immediately sank.
"Give way—" Yang Zhao pushed forward desperately, "Please make way!"
She managed to squeeze through a gap in the crowd, and as soon as she looked up, she saw the man throwing his arms at Chen Mingsheng just now.
Chen Mingsheng's crutch fell to the side. He couldn't stand on one leg and fell to the ground. When he fell to the ground, he pulled the man down together.
Aside from that leg, Chen Mingsheng was actually much taller than that man. He grabbed the man's wrist, pinned his joints, turned his arm behind him, pinched the back of his neck with his other hand, and squeezed his face He slammed hard against the toilet door.
He clenched his teeth, and he could feel the weight of his shot just by watching.
Yang Zhao wanted to call him, but she was frightened by his eyes.
His gaze was always steady, sometimes a little dark, sometimes a little teasing, but she had never seen Chen Mingsheng's such a cruel look.
He didn't hesitate at all in his strikes, and he didn't care whether his strikes would cause harm to the opponent.
The man was knocked so hard, and the expression on his face was extremely ferocious.
Chen Mingsheng's face was obscured in the shadows. He grabbed the man by the neck and pressed him firmly to the ground.
He looked up, wanting to see if the policeman had come, but when he looked up, he saw Yang Zhao.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze.
Yang Zhao looked at him a little strangely, it seemed to be puzzled, but also strange.
She didn't retreat, nor did she go forward, but Chen Mingsheng held the man down. The man's neck was red and he couldn't breathe.
At this moment, the marshals came.
"Don't surround yourself! Sit on your seat!" The voice of the marshal was loud, and the onlookers dispersed and sat back in their seats. The marshal rushed past Yang Zhao and shouted to Chen Mingsheng, "Let go of him!"
Chen Mingsheng still looked at Yang Zhao, as if he hadn't recovered.
Two marshals went up, one on each side, and grabbed Chen Mingsheng's arm.
"Let go! Stand up!"
Yang Zhao saw them dragging Chen Mingsheng up from the ground, she took a step forward, and the marshal glared at her, "Sit back in your seat!"
"I'm with him." Yang Zhao said.
Chen Mingsheng looked at her, and the marshal was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head and said to Chen Mingsheng, "Stand firm!"
Another marshal took out a crutch from the ground and handed it to Chen Mingsheng, "Stand still, show me your ID."
The man on the ground got up, pointed at Chen Mingsheng, and cursed: "Comrade policeman, he beats people casually!"
Chen Mingsheng still looked at Yang Zhao, Yang Zhao was a little anxious, her eyes signaled Chen Mingsheng to let him say something quickly. Only then did Chen Mingsheng turn his gaze to the marshal, and said in a low voice, "There's another one in the toilet."
The marshal looked at the closed toilet door and said, "What's the matter?"
The man yelled: "The police beat someone! Take him away!" He covered his face and bent over, as if he hadn't slowed down yet.
The marshal glanced at him and said, "Don't make noise, show your ID."
The man slowly took his wallet out of his clothes.
The marshal turned to look at Chen Mingsheng, "What's in the toilet?" He pulled the toilet door and pulled it twice, and it was locked.
Chen Mingsheng gestured to the man with his chin, and said in a low voice, "Together."
The policeman knocked on the toilet door, "Is anyone there?"
There was no sound from inside.
The marshal knocked hard and said, "Is there anyone!?"
It was still silent.
The marshal also felt a little strange. He took out the key and opened the lock outside.
But when he pulled the doorknob, there was obviously a force inside.
Marshal: "Who!?"
He grabbed the doorknob and yanked it hard. The door was opened a little, and then closed again immediately.
Inside, the shadow of a man flickered away.
The marshal said: "Come out!"
He pulled the doorknob and pulled it out while shouting, but was dragged back by the people inside two or three times.
When he was about to yell again, a hand stretched out from the side and grabbed the doorknob. The marshal was taken aback, and turned his head to look. During this turn, Chen Mingsheng pushed the wall with his left hand for strength, and pulled the doorknob with his right. , gritted his teeth, pulled hard—
When the man inside was stretched out, his hands were still holding the handle tightly.
After the toilet door was opened, a faint smell came from inside, and people who stood a few stations nearby could smell the somewhat weird aromatic smell.
As soon as they smelled this smell, the expressions of the two marshals changed immediately. They looked down at the man who was dragged out. He was covered in sweat, his face was pale, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his arms and legs trembled from time to time.
drug.
The marshal grabbed the man, "Get up!" He turned his head, looked at another man with a gray face, and shouted, "—and you!"
The marshal took another look at Chen Mingsheng, his eyes were a little sophisticated, and he said seriously, "You come too."
When Yang Zhao wanted to say something, Chen Mingsheng nodded first, and said in a low voice, "Okay."
He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one and took a puff. The marshal looked at it, but said nothing.
"Which one is your luggage! Take it out!" The marshal pressed the man who was dragged out of the toilet, and several passengers sitting opposite were helping.
"This, this, and this, these belong to the two of them."
Yang Zhao looked at Chen Mingsheng through the smoke. Chen Mingsheng whispered to her silently: "Go back and sit."
The marshal carried the luggage and led the three of them to the back compartment.
Yang Zhao wanted to follow, but the police officer said, "This passenger, go back to your seat."
Yang Zhao said, "I am with him."
The marshal said: "That doesn't work, sit back quickly!"
Yang Zhao wanted to say something else, but Chen Mingsheng said, "You wait for me here."
Yang Zhao looked at him, his eyes were very calm, Yang Zhao nodded and said, "Be careful yourself." She looked at the two people, and said to him, "If you have any trouble, tell me."
Chen Mingsheng nodded.
Chen Mingsheng was taken away by the police, and Yang Zhao sat back to his original seat alone. The people around saw that the police had gone, and they became lively for a while, discussing what happened.
"What is that guy doing? It's amazing."
"What do you say was taken away? I think it might be a thief."
"I don't think so."
"..."
The college student opposite Yang Zhao looked at her curiously, and several people sitting next to her also came over and said, "Who is that man?"
Yang Zhao glanced at the man who was interrogating, but didn't speak.
"How did he get that leg? What did he do before it? It feels like the fight was terrible."
Yang Zhao turned his head and looked at the man fixedly. Seeing Yang Zhao's expression, the man sat back in his original position embarrassingly.
The college student leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Sister, what does he do?"
Yang Zhao didn't look at her, nor did he answer.
She looked out the car window, there was no scenery outside, it was pitch black.
Her face was calm, but her mind was thinking fast.
She was thinking about what those people did, what would Chen Mingsheng do if he was bitten back, and whether he had enough legal knowledge to protect himself.
After a long time, Chen Mingsheng came back, but those two did not.
Yang Zhao looked at him closely, Chen Mingsheng smiled at her, and said in a low voice, "It's okay."
Chen Mingsheng sat down, and many people in the carriage were looking at him. The man who asked Yang Zhao just now spoke again, and this time he asked Chen Mingsheng directly:
"Brother, what have you been called to do?"
Chen Mingsheng said flatly, "It's nothing."
The man asked again: "What happened to those two people just now?"
Chen Mingsheng didn't seem to want to answer him very much, so Yang Zhao spoke for him.
"Sir, if you have any questions, you can ask the marshal directly."
The man felt that Yang Zhao was a little busy, so he kept his mouth shut.
Yang Zhao took Chen Mingsheng's hand and said in a low voice, "Come."
Chen Mingsheng obediently followed her to get up and came to the empty space next to the water heater. She let go of her hand and asked first: "They didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"
Chen Mingsheng shook his head, "No."
Yang Zhao crossed his arms and looked at him without saying a word.
Chen Mingsheng said in a low voice, "Did it scare you?"
Yang Zhao: "Yes."
Chen Mingsheng glanced at her, then lowered his head, "Sorry..."
Yang Zhao said, "Who are they? Why did you go to trouble with them?"
Chen Mingsheng turned his head and looked at the hot water machine beside him. Underneath was a box of instant noodles that someone threw here. He was silent for a while, and Yang Zhao said, "Chen Mingsheng."
Chen Mingsheng turned to look at her, and said in a low voice, "Did you see that person who was pulled out of the toilet just now?"
Yang Zhao thought about it for a while, and said, "I see, the policeman asked him why he didn't come out."
Chen Mingsheng said: "He took drugs in the toilet."
Yang Zhao didn't seem to hear clearly.
"What?"
Chen Mingsheng said: "His drug addiction is committed, and he takes drugs inside."
Yang Zhao opened his mouth half-opened, looked at Chen Mingsheng for a while, then looked away, was silent for a while, turned around again, and said, "When did you know that?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "About 8:40."
Yang Zhao paused, and Chen Mingsheng's answer sounded ordinary, but when he thought about it carefully, it gave off an unusual feeling. He didn't say when that man did something, nor did he say when Yang Zhao and him did something, but directly said—
Eight forty.
The train was running on the track, making a rumbling sound. It was pitch black outside.
The broadcast announced that we will arrive at Wutaishan Station soon. Passengers who want to get off the bus should get ready in advance.
Chen Mingsheng said, "Wait a minute, I have to go to the police station to make a record."
Yang Zhao didn't speak.
Chen Mingsheng opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to say something, but when he saw Yang Zhao's eyes, he finally closed his mouth again, and finally said in a low voice: "... I'm sorry."
A stone in Yang Zhao's heart was suddenly let go.
Chen Mingsheng treated her very well.
He has self-esteem, principles, and his own persistence.
Yang Zhao said in a low voice, "Let's go back and clean up. I'll go with you later."
Chen Mingsheng's eyes seemed to be filled with a thick mist, and he couldn't see clearly.
Yang Zhao turned around and said flatly, "We'll talk about other things at night."
The marshal followed Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng when they got off the car. He said to Chen Mingsheng, "Make a record, don't be nervous, it will be soon."
The policemen had already contacted the local police station in advance, and several policemen were waiting on the platform when they got off the bus.
It was almost twelve o'clock, it was gloomy outside, and there were not many people on the platform.
When Yang Zhao got out of the car, he saw several policemen go up and take the two men away with their luggage.
The remaining policeman led Chen Mingsheng and Yang Zhao out of the station.
Wutaishan Station is a small platform. Yang Zhao saw that although it was midnight, there were still many people outside the station. Some sell food, and some hold signs for hotel meals to attract customers.
Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng were taken into a police van, and they sat in the back of the vehicle.
The young policeman who was driving said to them as he started the car: "The police station is not far away, we will be there in a while, just make a record, it won't take long."
Chen Mingsheng hummed.
"Ah, that's right." The little policeman looked at Chen Mingsheng through the rearview mirror and said, "I heard from the policeman that you found it alone. How did you find it?"
Chen Mingsheng said: "When I looked at him, he was shaking all the time. I thought something was wrong, so I took a few more glances."
Yang Zhao listened silently.
Chen Mingsheng lied, that man didn't tremble all the time. Yang Zhao looked out the window indifferently.
"But you are really brave enough. This group of people is a group of lunatics, and they can do anything to suck that thing." The little policeman said, "Your situation is also quite special, and it is not easy for you. I guess it will be easier to register. Give some rewards or something."
Chen Mingsheng smiled softly and said, "No need."
The station in the nearest police station was indeed not far away. The little policeman was very good at chatting in the car, saying five sentences and Chen Mingsheng replied to him, while Yang Zhao remained silent.
The car stopped at the entrance of the police station, and the little policeman led Chen Mingsheng and Yang Zhao into an office.
"Come on, the two of you sit down first. There is hot water next to you for a disposable cup. You can drink some hot water. It's been very cold recently."
Chen Mingsheng said thank you, and the little policeman said, "Wait for me a moment."
This was the second time Yang Zhao entered the police station in his life, the first time because of Chen Mingsheng, and the second time because of him.
This police station is simpler than the Lingkong police station, and there is not even a decent desk in the room. On the roof are white fluorescent lamps, which make people's eyes hurt.
It was past twelve o'clock, and it was pitch black outside the window, and the cold wind was blowing. After a day's driving, Yang Zhao's body was very tired, but her spirit had to be concentrated. These contradictions interspersed with each other, making Yang Zhao feel I felt an unusually sharp tension.
After a while, two older police officers came. They sat across from Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng and asked a few simple questions.
"When did you notice him?"
"Actually, I didn't notice much, it just looked a little strange."
"How did you figure out he was a drug addict?"
"When he was sitting on the seat, his hands and feet were shaking all the time, and he often scratched his face. I don't think normal people would do this kind of thing. I began to suspect that he was a thief."
"Thief?" The policeman pouted and nodded, taking notes seriously. "Then why did you find out that he was taking drugs in the toilet?"
"I was waiting at the toilet door to go to the toilet, but I smelled a strange fragrance. And the other person came to chase me, so I felt a little problem."
The policeman hummed, and said, "Ma Gu, there is a strange smell." He raised his eyes to look at Chen Mingsheng again, and said casually, "You know this well, don't you?"
Yang Zhao's heart suddenly tightened because of this question.
Chen Mingsheng said: "I used to open a small hotel in my hometown, and I had to regularly participate in the local anti-virus and anti-prostitution lectures. I went there a few times and remembered something."
The policeman nodded and said, "It's a good habit. You need to participate more. Nowadays, many people don't have any common sense, and they can't even explain it."
"Um."
The policeman asked a few more questions, and just when Yang Zhao thought it was about to end, a woman's noisy voice suddenly came from outside.
The two recording police officers looked at each other, one stood up, opened the door, and shouted into the corridor: "What's going on!?"
The little policeman who brought Chen Mingsheng and Yang Zhao over hurriedly ran over, frowning. Yang Zhao heard him whisper to the policeman, "The family members are here."
"So fast?"
"Local." The little policeman said, "My home is nearby, and I'll be here with just one call."
The policeman who took the record looked a bit unhappy, and he said, "Go to the front first." He turned to Chen Mingsheng and Yang Zhao and said, "You two come too."