Before the train departed, Song Yan found his seat. It was a window seat, perfect!

Why is it so nice? Because the woman carrying the big bundle leans against the side of the chair, and the bundle keeps bumping into the people sitting next to her.

The man carrying a large willow basket accidentally bumped into the person sitting diagonally opposite him on the far side. Song Yan looked closely and saw that the basket contained several chickens—several chickens! He was taking chickens onto the train!

Why does it smell like pickled vegetables? Oh, there's someone eating over there!

Song Yan went to the restroom and passed by an old man. Oh, he was a heavy smoker; the smell...

Song Yan thought: When will ordinary people be able to buy sleeper tickets? These days, you can't just buy a sleeper ticket if you have money! Or maybe I'll become someone who's eligible to buy a sleeper ticket…

Next to Song Yan was a woman carrying a child, who looked to be about a year old. She said she was taking her son out. Both mother and child were dressed neatly and cleanly. The child was quite well-behaved, not crying or fussing. Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief; if he had started crying, she wouldn't have gotten any rest that night.

Song Yan didn't want to chat with anyone, so after getting on the bus, he leaned back and closed his eyes to rest.

The train rattled along, and after more than two hours, the carriage gradually quieted down. After the anxious wait, everyone felt reassured once they were on board. Passengers with seats began to slouch, while most of those in the aisle dozed off on their bags.

Song Yan had slept well in the afternoon, and being quite alert, she was half-asleep with her eyes half-closed. Sensing someone approaching, she opened her eyes. The hand that had been reaching for her stopped.

Song Yan pretended to be scared, hugged his bag, and lowered his head. The blade between the man's two fingers reflected a dark light. Although Song Yan quickly lowered his head, he still saw a short man standing in the empty seat next to him, doing the same thing.

Song Yan wasn't a chivalrous hero who dared to speak out against injustice, but she couldn't bear to watch those poor people lose their money.

Song Yan woke up and quietly lowered her head. The tall man in front of her withdrew his hand, intending to let Song Yan go. He pulled his leg back, the leg brushing against the thermos at his feet. Song Yan quickly and lightly kicked the thermos over with her toe.

The tall man was annoyed; how could he have knocked over the kettle?

The thermos was brought by the woman sitting next to me who was holding a child.

With a muffled "bang!", a full pot of water spilled out instantly, and a man sitting on the ground was the first to be soaked in the hot water.

"Ouch!" He jumped up.

"What's wrong?"

Passengers were bumping into each other in the aisle, and then someone asked, "What's wrong?" which woke up a whole bunch of people...

Seeing that there was no chance, the two thieves quickly retreated...

The man whose clothes had been soaked complained, "Why didn't you put them away properly! My cotton-padded trousers are completely wet in this freezing weather!"

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I don't know how the thermos tipped over. I was afraid it would fall over, so I caught it with my legs." The woman holding the child apologized quickly.

Just as Song Yan was about to explain for her, a man opposite her spoke first, "Stop complaining! We should thank this kettle! Those two people standing there just now didn't seem like good people!" He quickly patted his pockets. He seemed quite knowledgeable; he must be a frequent traveler.

The passenger's reminder made the people nearby realize that something was wrong with the two people from earlier, and they quickly checked their belongings.

"Oh! My pocket!" A man reached into his pocket, revealing five fingers. Luckily, he only had one dollar in his pocket...

The water was everywhere, and the people who were complaining stopped. Instead, they felt sorry for the thermos, which cost several dollars!

The woman was quite magnanimous, saying, "If it's broken, it's broken. Out with the old, in with the new. As long as it didn't cause any trouble for anyone, that's fine."

The passengers on the train were so excited that it made quite a commotion for half a day.

Song Yan was a little puzzled. With all the noise around, why wasn't the baby in the woman's arms crying? Song Yan looked closely at the child; the baby's face was flushed. "Sister-in-law, is the baby too hot?"

The woman was still casually telling other passengers that the thermos was broken and she could just buy a new one later. Song Yan interrupted her, and she was very unhappy, "You're just a young girl, do you even know how to take care of a child?"

They were just talking amicably, why are they suddenly unhappy?

Song Yan reached out to check the child's temperature to see if he had a fever.

The woman, holding her child, dodged Song Yan's hand, asking, "What are you doing?"

Her wary gaze made Song Yan's heart sink. "Let me check if she has a fever!" Song Yan wanted to test her again.

"My child is perfectly fine! Don't curse him!" The woman suddenly got angry, turned her body to the other side, slowly rocked the child, patted him gently, and stopped talking to the people around her.

Normally, if someone suspects their child is sick, shouldn't they take a closer look at the child?

Actually, if the child isn't crying or making a fuss, there's no need to comfort them.

The woman, while comforting the child, would occasionally steal glances at Song Yan.

This woman is probably the type of person Song Yan hates the most: a child trafficker.

They deceive other people's children, causing families to be torn apart, and some even maim perfectly healthy children so that they have to beg for money.

Song Yan's colleague's child went missing. The grandfather was so anxious that he passed away. The colleague's sister went insane. The grandmother took care of her sick daughter-in-law. The father even quit his job to search for the child.

A true tragedy of family destruction and death!

This kind of thing has been reported quite often...

Song Yan first pretended to sleep, making the woman lower her guard.

The carriage gradually quieted down.

The woman was a little sleepy and kept nodding.

Song Yan got up to look for the train police, but after walking through two carriages, he couldn't find either a police officer or a train attendant. Should he go back or keep looking?

While Song Yan hesitated, a female train attendant came out of the toilet, and it was like seeing a relative.

"Hello! Train conductor!" Song Yan hurriedly stepped forward to greet him!

The train conductor glanced at Song Yan. "Is something wrong?"

Song Yan didn't dare to speak loudly, but whispered his doubts in someone's ear.

The train conductor looked at Song Yan with suspicion, "You can even spot a human trafficker?"

"It's not that I can spot a human trafficker, it's just that the woman is acting strangely. You can ask the train police to check and confirm if what I'm saying is true." Song Yan was very anxious. What if the human trafficker got off the train?

"Let me see your ticket!" The train conductor reached out to check Song Yan's ticket. Song Yan obediently handed it over. After looking at it, the conductor said, "You can go back now. I'll go find the train police to check."

What else could Song Yan do but listen to the train conductor?

Walking this far wasn't easy; the aisle was filled with people drowsy and staggering. Song Yan stepped over a bundle and laboriously made his way back...

As Song Yan approached his carriage, the woman carrying the child walked towards him. A man followed closely behind—the shorter of the two thieves.

Were they actually in cahoots?

Song Yan didn't dare to look up and slowly walked forward.

"Damn it! We even lost a thermos." It was a woman's voice.

"It's all Big Guy's fault for being useless. You'll deal with him when we get off the bus later..."

They're in cahoots.