"leaf……"
"Shhh."
The young police officer was about to ask something when Ye Shaoheng interrupted him with a sharp hiss.
Ye Shaoheng held his phone, his eyes fixed on the screen as if he were praying for something. His knuckles were white, and upon closer inspection, they were trembling slightly.
Ye Shaoheng's phone vibrated, and he quickly tapped to open it. After glancing at it for a few moments, his expression changed, and he got up and walked to the other side of the carriage.
What's wrong?
Several police officers were awakened by his movements.
Their sleep is naturally light, and they are always ready for any special event to happen. They cannot relax until they reach the rest area. Therefore, this noise woke up all the officers.
Soon, Ye Shaoheng returned.
The officers were puzzled, but since Ye Shaoheng wouldn't say, they couldn't ask. The basic principle of the secret team was to keep quiet, ask few questions, and absolutely obey orders.
"Buzz—"
Several people received text messages on their phones at the same time. After taking a closer look, their expressions changed slightly, and they all came to their senses.
Ten minutes later, a train conductor came to check the tickets.
"Eh? Sir, there's something wrong with your ticket." The train conductor looked at the ticket in surprise, his brows furrowed, looking completely bewildered.
"Huh? Is there a problem?" The man who was mentioned seemed surprised.
He seemed well-mannered and didn't get angry when questioned. He simply patiently took out his ID card and said, "I bought the ticket through legitimate channels. Please verify it."
"Hmm..." The train conductor frowned, carefully examined the ID card, returned it, and then picked up a woman's ticket next to him.
"Huh? That's strange." The train conductor muttered in a moderate voice, glancing at the tickets of the people around him. "I'm really sorry, it might be a problem with our train. Could you come with us to the front carriage to check?"
"Huh?" The people around were immediately puzzled, and someone on the other side of the carriage turned around and looked around frequently, wondering what had happened.
"I'm really sorry, we need the train conductor to verify this. We'll be able to confirm it soon. It seems to be a problem with our train. If there's any misunderstanding, we'll compensate everyone."
Good luck.
The people sitting around were all reasonable. When they saw that there was a problem with their tickets, they didn't get anxious or cause trouble. They took their identification and followed the train conductor.
Within minutes, only the woman holding the child remained in that area.
"Hey? Ma'am, is your ticket alright?" The young police officer who had initially spoken to the woman cleared his throat and sat down opposite her in a friendly manner.
"Yes, yes." The woman's expression was not good. She was obviously impatient with the young police officer's advances, but she didn't know how to refuse.
"Oh dear, it must have been tough for you traveling with your child all this way. Where's your husband?" The young police officer pretended to stand up, wanting to see the baby in her arms: "Ma'am, let me make you a cup of formula."
"No, no need, no need." The woman immediately reached out and almost snatched the bottle from the baby, placing it on her side without any regard for the child in her arms, who nearly hit his head on the table.
"Oh, okay, I'm really sorry." The young officer withdrew his hand, and his smile disappeared.
He finally understood why Ye Shaoheng's expression was off.
This baby is only six or seven months old, and this woman actually put a whole 600ml bottle of formula there. How could anyone feed a baby like that?
The child only drinks one or two hundred milliliters at a time; such a large amount would have gone cold long ago if left out.
Just now, although the woman snatched the baby bottle quickly, the young police officer's knuckles still touched the bottle. It was ice cold, so how could it be for a child?
Throughout the journey, the child was unusually well-behaved. In the waiting room, at the ticket check, and while finding a seat, he slept peacefully in my arms without moving an inch. Didn't he even open his mouth to drink milk?
The junior officer didn't know what Ye Shaoheng had seen, but he could vaguely guess that Ye Shaoheng had probably had someone investigate the woman, and his changed expression was probably related to those messages.
The woman glanced subtly at the pensive young police officer, then picked up the baby bottle, seemingly to feed him.
She turned the bottle around and unscrewed the cap, seemingly glancing unintentionally at the formula inside, before suddenly and unexpectedly splashing the bottle at the young police officer's face.
The young police officer was quick-witted and had anticipated the attack. The instant the milk powder was thrown at him, he immediately pulled out a mask and covered his face.
These days, the members of their secret team have been especially careful, keeping their protective suits on all the time. At this moment, not a single drop of the milk powder splashed onto their skin.
"Lie down! Don't move!"
Almost the instant the woman raised her hand to throw the milk powder, Ye Shaoheng rushed forward, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her off her seat. Swift and ruthless, he slammed her to the ground with a "bang," causing the woman to grimace in pain.
The young police officer opposite him reacted quickly, reaching out to take the swaddled baby away. The infant was unharmed and continued to sleep soundly.
It's less like I was sound asleep and more like I was given sleeping pills and never woke up.
Before the woman could react, she was already lying on the ground, her hands were cuffed with a "click," a cloth was stuffed into her mouth, and her head was covered by her coat.
"Police! We'll talk about this back home!" Ye Shaoheng said sternly, "Take him under control and bring him back."
"Captain, what about you?" a police officer beside him couldn't help but ask.
Ye Shaoheng opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the train door, which the conductor had just closed, was suddenly slammed shut, leaving a bluish-gray mark.
The other officers' expressions immediately changed. They suddenly realized that, by sheer coincidence, their tickets were for the second-to-last carriage.
Several people stiffly turned their heads to look, and behind the thick glass, a hideous and distorted face was vaguely reflected, frantically slamming against the glass of the car door.
They felt no pain, and kept crashing against each other until the glass was covered in blood, but they wouldn't stop.
"Take this person back and make sure she comes to Shi Yin in her entirety." Ye Shaoheng stood up, and someone immediately took his place, pulling the woman up and roughly pressing her back into her seat.
They belong to a special secret squad in the apocalypse, and they don't care about being gentlemen or being polite. If someone is killed in the street, they are justified.
"What happened?"
The crowd on the other side of the carriage began to stir.
The train conductor temporarily emptied half of the carriage, and the people were taken to another carriage. The other half was a bit far away, and it was impossible to see what was happening. They could only hear "bang bang" sounds coming from the side of the carriage door.
However, Ye Shaoheng and his group belonged to the police force, and they were clearly carrying out their duties. Ordinary people dared not go over to watch the spectacle, for fear of interfering with official business and being implicated and suffering the consequences of being taken advantage of by the state.
Soon, the train conductor returned and led the other half of the passengers away, locking the doors to separate Ye Shaoheng's secret team from the ordinary people.
So, the team leader just communicated with the train attendant about work?
"Captain..." An officer tried to say something, but was glared at by Ye Shaoheng and immediately shut up.
"Search them thoroughly, down to the last hair." Ye Shaoheng stood up, his usual smile gone, only now displaying the seriousness of a steely soldier.
He was a sword honed by his own grandfather.
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