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"Those bastards are all protecting this crazy woman! Police, arrest her now!"
If the old lady were smart, she would have incited the people around her to kick Ning Yuan, the "mentally ill person," off the bus.
It could also cause Ning Yuan some trouble.
But she offended all the passengers around her with just one curse word!
"Bullshit! Who's covering for them? You guys took their spots first!"
"That kid was wearing dirty shoes and jumping around on people's pillows and beds!"
"Exactly, he took the spot and then tried to hit that little girl!"
People around him made sarcastic remarks.
But the old lady was incredibly resilient; ignoring the swelling and pain on her face, she screamed at the top of her lungs—
"He's just a child! You're protecting a lunatic! You're shameless!"
Wang Zhihe's face turned cold with impatience: "Shut up! Anyone who makes a fuss or fights again will come with me to the back of the car and be handcuffed along with those thieves and kidnappers. They'll be squatting there!"
Now no one dared to make a sound anymore, after all, the police had a strong deterrent effect.
Wang Zhihe frowned and glanced at the two quail-like children: "If you don't teach your own children how to be decent human beings, someone else will teach them for you!"
The old lady wanted to say something, but her son stopped her.
Nobody wants to be handcuffed and squat with a thief or a kidnapper.
"If you want to stay here, you'd better sit still!!" The flight attendant said irritably, picking up the pillowcases and duvet covers and throwing them around.
She gets a headache just looking at all those old bed sheets and pillowcases, knowing her workload is increasing!
It was only when Ning Yuan, this "mentally ill" person, helped her that her complexion improved slightly.
That family no longer dared to sit with Ning Yuan, fearing their heads would be chopped off like fruit, and reluctantly demanded to exchange tickets and seats.
No one in the sleeper berths was willing to switch, but it's hard to say whether some people are just greedy and have a desire to get something for nothing.
There are actually people willing to trade their seat tickets for this sleeper ticket, even knowing that there is a "minor mental patient" here.
With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I was greeted by two men who were the ones I was swapped with.
Looking at Ning Yuan, this "minor mental patient," sitting there with such an "honest" and "calm" demeanor.
The way she occasionally whispered to the handsome young man next to her didn't seem to be "out of sorts" at all; she actually looked quite well-behaved.
Although they didn't dare to speak to the brother and sister, they gradually felt a little more at ease.
The girl in the upper bunk seemed less scared, but she still didn't dare to get down.
For the rest of the journey, the train attendants, at the request of Comrade Chou Doufuru, would come over to check on Ning Yuan and Ou Minglang every time they pushed their cart to sell things.
Seeing that they were sitting obediently, he nodded and walked away, calling out as he went.
"Peanuts, melon seeds, eggs, meat buns, hot water... Anyone want some? Please tuck your feet in front."
The rest of the journey went smoothly, with people playing cards, arguing, and chatting in the surrounding private rooms.
But no one spoke in Ning Yuan's small sleeper compartment.
It's almost the Spring Festival travel rush, and so many people are standing in the aisles enduring the cold, yet no one has offered to squeeze in with them.
After all, most people are still not willing to be around "mentally ill" people.
At night, Ou Minglang slept on the lower bunk, and Ning Yuan slept on the middle bunk.
The snoring was deafening; Ou Minglang was not sleeping soundly.
In the middle of the night, he suddenly felt something and opened his eyes.
He felt as if a figure flashed by in the aisle opposite the foot of the bed, but upon closer inspection, he couldn't see anyone at the foot of the bed.
He was about to close his eyes when he suddenly looked up.
"Damn it..." He saw Ning Yuan standing by the bedside, holding a fruit knife, her smile sinister, revealing a set of white teeth—
...peeling an apple.
Ou Minglang was almost startled and screamed. He quickly looked around and found that everyone in the carriage was asleep.
He forced himself to calm down and couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "What are you doing? It's the middle of the night, you're scaring me to death!"
Ning Yuan smiled and said, "I'm hungry, I want to eat an apple."
Then he took the apple and the fruit knife to bed.
Ou Minglang felt a strange mix of emotions, including a bit of palpitations, and then drifted off to sleep for most of the night, finally falling asleep just before dawn.
The next day, he was awakened by the screams, curses, and cries of the people in the surrounding sleeper compartments—
"Money! My money is gone!"
"My food coupons are gone too! There's a thief!"
"That's the money I need to treat my child's illness! You heartless thief!"
"..."
The carriage was filled with a cacophony of curses and wails.
Ou Minglang sat up abruptly and instinctively reached for his bag and clothes pockets.
Intact and undamaged.
Looking up again, everyone else in the private room woke up and fumbled around, but no money was missing.
Everyone looked at each other, completely bewildered.
Only the people in their private room didn't have anything stolen!
Why?
Ou Minglang glanced at Ning Yuan, who was munching on a cookie and seemed very well-behaved, and suddenly remembered her unusual behavior in the middle of the night yesterday.
Taking advantage of the surrounding noise, he lowered his head and asked in a low voice—
"You made such a big scene yesterday, besides trying to humiliate that family, were you also on guard against this?"
Did she also discover the thief last night?
Ning Yuan slowly hummed in agreement, stuffed a few cookies into his mouth, and without saying anything more, continued to play the role of "well-behaved mental patient".
According to memories from a previous life, the closer it gets to the Lunar New Year, the more active thieves become on trains.
The best way is to keep people away from you as much as possible—including thieves.
Ou Minglang is right about one thing—train conductors and police officers can't follow you around 24 hours a day.
Ou Minglang was a smart man. After a moment's thought, he understood why Ning Yuan had done what she did.
Last night, his feeling was right; the figure moving around in the corridor was indeed a thief!
With so much money on her, Ning Yuan was naturally unable to sleep soundly.
He must have heard the unusual noise a long time ago, so he came downstairs, grabbed a fruit knife, and started peeling an apple.
When the thieves came over, they saw a mentally ill person peeling an apple with a knife in the middle of the night, and giving them a sinister smile.
They were terrified and quickly left, so only their compartment and those too poor to be robbed in the entire carriage were spared.
"You... didn't make a sound last night to alert the others, were you afraid they would rob you?" Ou Minglang continued to ask in a low voice.
He couldn't quite tell whether he admired or was surprised; he looked at her with a complicated feeling.
The way she did things made him feel that she was so experienced and bold that she didn't seem like a girl who was only twenty years old.
Ning Yuan said softly, "When you're poor, you should focus on your own well-being. We can only look out for our own safety."
Actually, this trick was inspired by an interview she saw in the magazine "Zhiyin" in her previous life.
I learned the tricks from the protagonist who cleverly outwitted highway robbers while escorting public funds.
She also took a risky test last night.
But I couldn't do anything heroic in this situation; I could only protect myself.
In the 1980s, the transformation from train thief to robber could happen in an instant. A few hundred yuan was enough to rob and kill someone, and then they would jump off the train to escape when it slowed down and turned a corner. This was a common occurrence.
She was carrying a huge sum of two thousand yuan with her!
Bad guys also want to rob someone to go home for the New Year. The key is that bad guys these days really have all sorts of prohibited knives, and even guns that they can bring into their cars!
Ou Minglang understood, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
The train clattered and rattled forward.
Suddenly, we arrived at a small station, and the train stopped. I heard on the announcement that it was a temporary stop.
There were children selling roasted sweet potatoes under the car window.
Ning Yuan decided to get out of the car for a stroll, buy two sweet potatoes, enjoy the cool mountain breeze, and relax a bit after a tense night.
Ou Minglang was looking at the luggage in the car.
She had only weighed two sweet potatoes when she heard a puzzled voice behind her: "Little sister, what are you doing here?!"
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