In the end, all eleven people in the carriage were pulled out without any surprise.
A moving train is a natural prison. Tan Wang did not resist after being discovered. To attract hatred is a small matter, but to cause trouble is a big matter.
The conductor who came first, along with five or six colleagues who were called to help, surrounded them and reported the situation to the conductor on the intercom. He got some instructions and glared at them when he turned around. He then said, "Take these poor people to the front and lock them up first. We'll deal with them after they get off the train."
The layout of the train carriages is quite special. Excluding the coal-burning locomotive, there are a total of 27 carriages. The last two carriages are responsible for loading cargo and some passengers' luggage, and the first carriage in the front is the driver's cab.
As for the remaining 24 carriages, the 10th and 23rd carriages in the center are dining cars, the 11th and 14th carriages at the ends are sleeper cars, the 10th and 15th carriages at the ends are first-class seats, and the rest are all ordinary seats.
The train's interior is over three meters wide, which is not considered short, but the passages between carriages are always pitifully narrow. A few square meters of space is separated at both ends of the passage. The front end is the toilet, and the other end is for the crew to place trolleys and tools, so they can open the door and use them directly when needed.
The conductor walked all the way to the thirteenth carriage, entered the room, and came out half a minute later with a bunch of metal handcuffs on his hands.
A conductor nearby pushed open the staff room at the end of carriage 13 and grabbed the collar of a middle-aged woman and threw it inside.
"Mother!"
“Click—”
Without waiting for the woman to get up, the handcuffs directly fastened the man to the metal rod on the wall of the car.
"Wait, don't leave!" The woman got anxious and ran out of the door desperately. The other end of the handcuffs was pulling on the iron bar, making a harsh sound. "You can't lock me up here!"
Among the people being escorted, the boy who had been clinging to the woman the entire time ran over crying, “Mom!”
The conductor didn't even bother to look at me and slammed the compartment door shut.
This is equivalent to imprisonment in disguise.
"Why did you lock up my mom?" The boy watched the door close tightly, slammed it twice, and then rushed to the conductor holding the handcuffs, "Let my mom go!"
The conductor was unable to dodge and his trouser legs were grabbed by someone. He quickly kicked the person out and slapped his trousers twice like dust: "Why are you touching me?!"
The boy's head hit the ground, his eyes reddened in pain. He looked malnourished, only as tall as an adult man's waist, his face and body were thin and bony. He struggled to get up and tried to grab the conductor in front of him: "You...you give my mother back to me!"
The conductor stared at him sinisterly for a few seconds. After a few seconds, everyone saw him suddenly pull out his colleague's long stick, raise his hand and smash it down.
Tan Wang's eyes widened slightly.
The boy subconsciously stepped back and raised his hand to block.
The long stick was made of iron and was very heavy. It was blocked by the boy's hand, but it barely blocked any of the force and hit him hard on the head when it fell.
A muffled sound.
The conductor walked up slowly and said, "You asked me why I locked her up?"
The boy's fingers touched something warm, his mind went blank for a few seconds, then he blinked and burst into tears.
A few steps away from the connecting passage is the passenger compartment.
The conductor's rubber-soled shoes stepped directly on his back, easily pinning him to the ground, and crushed him hard with his toes: "Try to shout again?"
The boy cried even harder, and while crying he clenched his fists and punched hard: "Bad guy! Let me go!"
The conductor sneered, grabbed the iron rod, and swung it at his shoulder a second time without hesitation.
There was another muffled sound.
The boy's voice stopped abruptly and he fell down.
"A poor guy who can't even afford a ticket has the nerve to interrupt me? I let you speak?" The conductor sneered, opened the door of the employee room on his side again, grabbed the boy's collar and threw him in.
The colleague took the iron rod and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is this the end of the lesson? Don't you want to hit me a few more times?"
The conductor grabbed the handcuffs and walked forward: "The man is unconscious, there is no point in beating him."
The conductor locked Uncle Chen in between the eleventh and twelfth carriages.
Between the tenth and eleventh carriages, the conductor picked a woman with very short hair. The woman resisted, but was kicked against the wall, slapped twice, and locked up.
Between the ninth and tenth carriages, the conductor randomly picked a short, hunchbacked man, and the man ran straight to where there were more passengers.
The three-meter-wide carriage had five single seats placed side by side, and the remaining corridor was imaginable. The short man's speed was seriously slowed down, and he happened to encounter a cart going in the opposite direction on the road. In a panic, he somehow got under the table between the seats and begged the people in the seats: "Please don't tell others that I'm here..."
The six passengers at the same table all hid in the corridor.
The conductor smiled at the passenger and said, "Sorry, we were just about to lock him up, but we lost sight of him."
Some passengers complained: "Why did he come here? Doesn't he have a seat?"
"He is a pauper and can't even afford a ticket."
"Fuck, take him away now."
"OK."
The man was lifted out from under the table, and the shadow of the iron rod fell directly into his sight. In the severe pain, he saw that the six passengers standing in the corridor had the same expression on their faces.
The conductor hit him three times with a stick before pushing open the door to the staff room and locking him in.
A passenger shouted: "Where's the waiter? There's something dirty on my seat, come and clean it up for me!"
…
While everyone's attention was focused on that side, Tan Wang looked over there and said, "Boss."
Shi Yu looked at him.
Tan Wang lowered his voice and asked, "Should we be locked up by him later?"
The word "should or should" obviously does not refer to whether the conductor will treat them the same way as other people, but whether they should resist if the conductor really attacks them.
Shi Yu was silent for a few seconds: "It's up to you."
The conductor locked one person in each room as he walked, and finally arrived between the third and fourth sections. Now the only prisoners left were Tan Wang and Shi Yu.
The conductor opened the door of the staff room as usual, raised his eyes slightly, grabbed Tan Wang by the collar and threw him in, then knocked him down with the handcuffs.
But at this moment, the boy who had fallen to the ground suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the handcuffs. He swung the arm that was grabbed and buckled it cleanly. The whole process was as fast as lightning.
“Click—”
“Click—”
There were only two crisp sounds, and in the blink of an eye, the conductor was handcuffed to the metal railing.
Tan Wang didn't even pause for a moment. He quickly stood up and kicked the conductor hard on the back of the neck.
The conductor froze for a second, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
This incident happened too quickly. By the time the other train staff responsible for guarding and escorting reacted, Tan Wang had already rushed back from the employee room to the carriage connecting passage and kicked one of them in the temple.
Two of the six people fell down in an instant. The train attendants were all stunned for a second. Someone shouted "Catch him", and then they all rushed towards him frantically.
Tan Wang picked up the weapon of the fallen employee and hit the big-headed man with a stick, knocking him unconscious. He then kicked the employee who followed behind him, turned his upper body, and swung the long stick in his hand to the other side.
The aisle is so narrow that it can only accommodate one person at a time. If two people want to walk side by side, they can only stand shoulder to shoulder. No matter how many people there are, the party that wants to attack together will be powerless.
Tan Wang dealt with the two leading the way, and then the sound of breaking wind was heard behind him.
The iron rod hit him directly on the right side of his head.
Tan Wang frowned, without even looking, and smashed the iron rod in his hand backwards.
There were four people, and three of them fell down after this series of actions.
No matter how dumb the remaining employee was, he knew that the other party was obviously a martial artist. He was immediately frightened and turned around to escape, but then he heard the air vibrating beside his ears.
He just felt a black screen before his eyes, and he knew nothing.
Tan Wang threw all the people in the aisle into the staff room, and the space, which was not very large to begin with, instantly became even smaller.
He took the last person who was knocked unconscious by Shi Yu and threw him in together. He picked up the last pair of handcuffs that fell on the ground and handcuffed them to the feet of the two people lying outside. When he looked up, he still looked like an innocent and harmless student: "Boss, I will just lock them up here for the time being?"
Shi Yu hummed lightly.
Tan Wang had just been hit with an iron rod by the conductor, and before the wound could be treated, blood had already flowed down the side of his face.
He wiped it carelessly and accidentally wiped the blood on the conductor's clothes.
“…”
"What's wrong?"
Shi Yu looked at his head: "Your injury."
"It's okay, it just looks scary." Tan Wang had already taken out the key from the conductor's waist and started to look through the cabinets in the staff room. "For an injury like this, I think the bleeding should have almost stopped by now."
Shi Yu listened to the miraculous healing speed and asked: "Is it because of the effect of the props?"
"What kind of props do I need?" Tan looked through the cabinets below. "Doesn't the system give players points for physical strength after each game? Doesn't the healing speed of wounds also count? I played nearly thirty games in the lower nine heavens before I came up. Now I'm in the upper nine heavens. Isn't it the average level for a cut on my body to stop bleeding in a few minutes?"
Shi Yu: “…”
Tan Wang finally remembered that the person next to him was a talented person who had skipped a level after playing only four games so far. He coughed and quickly ended the topic. He took out two bags of train conductor's white shirt and gray trousers that were still sealed in plastic from the cabinet and handed him one bag: "...I plan to change my outfit next. Do you want one, big brother?"
Shi Yu raised his hand and took it: "Thank you."
The conductor was very skilled in the series of actions to put the person in solitary confinement. Even if fare evasion was a violation, it did not affect the train's movement and did not cause serious losses. Moreover, people still had the opportunity to buy tickets before leaving the station. Even if the police came, the most they would do was to ask people to pay a fine. The job of imprisonment should never fall on a train staff member.
But the conductor did it anyway, and did it openly and as if it was a matter of course.
Handcuffs, slaps, punches and kicks, extremely contemptuous language, beating people with iron bars in front of the entire carriage of passengers until their heads were bleeding and their lives were unknown, and other passengers remained indifferent when they saw it.
It’s not that no one noticed that the conductor’s behavior was too harsh, but no one thought there was anything wrong with it. On the contrary, no one thought it was natural.
Tan Wang could sense that something was wrong with such serious xenophobia: "The people on this bus seem to be divided into two categories, one is the poor, and the other is everyone else."
Shi Yu unbuttoned his long-sleeved shirt one by one: "Three categories, one for the poor, one for the conductor, and one for the passenger. The system says that there are four types of players in this game, so there should be another one."
Tan Wang followed his train of thought and thought: "The person who has to stand above the conductor, is that the conductor?"
Shi Yu put his shirt over his hospital gown and said, "It could also be a passenger."
Tan Wang wondered, "Aren't there already categories for passengers?"
"There are 24 carriages, two dining cars, two soft and hard sleeper cars, two first-class seats, and the rest are normal seats. There are more than 2,500 passengers in total, and there are probably 20 to 30 staff members. If the staff of a single train has two identities, the ratio will be seriously unbalanced." Shi Yu said, "Besides, if a player really gets the identity of the train conductor, his decision will easily affect the operation of the vehicle and the progress of the mission."
Tan Wang took off his cap and put on a blue wide-brimmed hat: "What will the remaining set of ID cards be?"
Shi Yu buttoned up his white shirt to the top, even the collar, and then buttoned up his cuffs: "Have you heard of a saying? People are divided into three, six, nine classes. Ten are beggars, five are doctors, six are craftsmen, and the top are officials and two clerks."
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