Chapter 32 Shaking his head stiffly
Episode 32 He shook his head stiffly
Anubis time.
Tuesday, April 2, 09:56 AM.
There is no festival for Anubis in April, but there is All Saints' Day in May.
All Saints' Day is a public holiday, usually on the first weekend in May. The Friday before All Saints' Day is called Holy Friday, the Monday after All Saints' Day is called All Saints' Monday, the Tuesday after that is called All Saints' Tuesday, and the Wednesday after that is called a working day. Generally, there will be a five-day long holiday.
However, generally speaking, the school spring break starts on Good Friday, and students return to school three weeks later to start the second semester. The internship will also give us a holiday during that time, but I think I will refuse to go out that week.
Because I'm too tired at the end of March.
Although I arranged for Fu Lin to wear gray contact lenses that blocked his vision, he could still hear sounds.
To Fu Lin, An Qingyan's voice should be as familiar and intimate as the voice of his mother calling him home for dinner every day.
I saw that Fu Lin, who had been restrained, had moved. At the command of my eyes, Jerry quickly spoke up, "What are you doing? You will be beaten for breaking in illegally." As he said that, he had rolled up his sleeves and squeezed to the door.
Jerry was also afraid that someone would realize that something was wrong here, so he would naturally cooperate.
I also kept my eyes fixed on An Qingyan.
An Qingyan obviously would not disrupt the plan he initiated, he was just watching on behalf of Shang Hexing. Because after he opened the door of the box, he asked Shang Hexing, who was standing in the distance, in a relaxed manner: "What's going on here?"
He spoke very calmly.
The whole process was very natural, as if a friend was lingering around a "pit" for a while, so I came over to take a look and was just meddling in other people's business.
However, thinking back on it, I still feel that it would have been too thrilling if someone had suddenly realized at that moment that An Qingyan had deliberately opened the door of our box in order to follow the empty city plan and allay Shang Hexing's suspicion, and that this action was very inconsistent with his normal behavior. Even though we have no evidence to prove that this was intentional or just a spur of the moment action.
Anyway, all of us present had our own ulterior motives and felt guilty. We all just wanted this episode to be over quickly, so no one questioned this behavior.
After seeing the people leave, Jerry let out a long breath and said to me who was closing the door: "Are you crazy? Why do you open a stranger's box casually?"
"Someone said her fiancé was in our compartment, and she pestered the conductor to come and see him. I stopped them at the door." I explained evasively while looking at Fu Lin who remained calm. "It's okay to be looked at once. After all, if the other party thinks there is nothing wrong, they won't come to see him again."
After I said this, I looked at Jerry. His eyes were moving so violently, as if someone was spinning a top inside his head.
I discovered another great thing.
If Jerry is a secret policeman, then it is entirely possible that he knows Fu Lin and He Qisi. He might know who An Qingyan is at first sight. If he wanted to ask An Qingyan to help transfer Fu Lin away, there would be another variable.
If he had gotten on the train knowing it would explode, that would mean that the train would not have exploded before reaching the first Midway Island.
That's right.
If we simply tell Shang Hexing that there is a "Shang Hexing" on the train and let him get on, this statement would be too pretentious and hard to be believed.
It would be best if the speaker could accompany him in the car.
This is really too cautious.
It was obviously groundless speculation at this time, and Shang Hexing would definitely get on the train decisively in order to maintain his image.
“…”
I suddenly felt uneasy, as if something else was going to happen. I was restless for a while, but I didn't want to be seen, so I could only sit on the sofa near the door, folding my arms and saying nothing.
The comic trailer says nothing.
As soon as I sensed the information gap, I felt like I was being cheated.
I was about to take out my cell phone to contact someone, but the quiet space began to be filled with the sound of slight mechanical humming and air flow. At the same time, the scenery outside the window began to shake, like ripples caused by the wind blowing across the surface of a pond. Then, a steady and firm push came from behind the seat, and my body leaned back unconsciously. I subconsciously grabbed the wheelchair next to me that was sliding in the opposite direction, pulled it next to my seat, and quickly stopped the wheelchair's brakes.
“…”
How could Jerry be so careless? It took him so long to get in that he didn't even brake.
What if someone falls out?
The low roar between the wheels and the tracks gradually became heavier, and then slowly turned into a steady roar. The surrounding scene was gradually flattened and blurred into a flowing shadow.
The train started!
The cheers outside could be heard through the door of the box, but the sound was like a deflated balloon, quickly fading away. When the eyes can still see, it is already beyond reach.
[Hello, passengers, welcome aboard the Deep Sea Peace Hope Train. This train will pass directly through the West Gate Bridge Station 3 and officially enter the sea at 10:05 Anubis time. As the world's first undersea tunnel train, we are committed to providing you with an unforgettable underwater travel experience. We will introduce the safety instructions for our trains...】
This sentence suddenly ignited the excitement in my heart, and I had the urge to take out the squid strips and pair them with fat house happy water.
But I quickly suppressed this childish mentality.
Because Jerry raised his hand to me and said he wanted to go to the bathroom now.
I stretched my long legs across Jerry's path. "Listen to the safety instructions first."
Do you have any safety awareness?
I condemned myself internally.
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Lin raised his elbow and said coldly, "Move away."
Oh, sorry.
I subconsciously wanted to apologize and move my hand away.
However, I quickly looked at my hand that was placed on the armrest of the wheelchair next to his elbow, and it was clear that only my ring finger and little finger were touching his arm.
So, I had reason to suspect that he was picking on me again.
If I had known this earlier, I would have used an 80-bar high-pressure water gun when I gave him a bath.
I didn’t want to pay attention to what he said, and because of this I almost missed Jerry’s guilty look, “…”
Could this guy be going to find someone to tip off?
Or have the two of them already colluded and started cooperating with each other?
Seeing that Jerry didn't sit down, I added, "Sit down."
Jerry immediately sat down diagonally to me, and I grabbed Fu Lin's arm. "What's wrong with a touch? Is it just an allergy to dust, or to someone else's skin? Just bear with it if it hurts. I have anti-allergy medicine anyway."
I showed my evil nature, narrowed my eyes, stared at Fu Lin and said slowly: "He is just a person who sticks his head out to check the situation. Don't think that he is your savior. You can't go anywhere until I say you can leave."
Fu Lin calmed down a bit now.
When Jerry saw me teaching Fu Lin a lesson, he stood by and pretended to be a mascot, not moving a muscle.
After a while, I heard the broadcast stop and everyone was free to move around. Then I put my legs away and glanced at the door. "Didn't you say you were going to the bathroom? Go quickly and come back soon."
Jerry took two seconds to react and realized that I was talking about him, so he immediately stood up and ran out.
There were only Fu Lin and I in the room.
I pulled him to face me and asked, "Did you recognize who it was just now?"
Fu Lin said nothing.
I warned him, "If you dare to ask him to help you escape, I will take action against that person. I will make sure you have no one to turn to for help. Do you believe me?"
Fu Lin seemed to be mute. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. After a while, he said again, "Is Fu Lin here?"
This time it was my turn to lose my voice.
I thought I could defend myself if I didn't hear any sound, but I didn't expect that he could guess that Shang Hexing was also here just by hearing An Qingyan's voice.
Originally, it would be enough to not answer and let him guess.
But, suddenly, an idea occurred to me. In his current opinion, Shang Hexing should not be someone who would get along well with him. He could ask An Qingyan for help, but he didn't want Fu Lin to know.
Because I didn't reply in time, Fu Lin's voice became obviously colder, "If it was Fu Lin who came to save me, you wouldn't know what to do with him?"
His words reminded me that I seemed to have told him before that I liked Fu Lin very much.
I have also done this in front of Shang Hexing, but he was not very convinced. And Fu Lin didn't seem to trust or be touched by what I said. At most, he just kept silent for half a minute.
"I thought you forgot."
I almost forgot what I said.
Fu Lin seemed to be choked by my words, and even subconsciously raised his head, as if trying harder to see my expression clearly.
I said, "I still say the same thing, 'You can't go anywhere until I say you can leave.'" ”
I don’t know what his plan is, and I’m not sure whether An Qingyan would be willing to help him, but personally I don’t want him to suffer any more losses at the hands of the other party. I still told him, "I don't want to risk my life on you yet. If I fail in the mission, it will not be good for me. And I hope you will cooperate with me, and you may become a good team member. And I will treat you well."
"If you lie to me, I'll bury you in the dirt."
Soon after I finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the box.
"Mr. Li, are you there? We've run into trouble."
It's the conductor from before.
I subconsciously took another look at Fu Lin.
I don’t know if Fu Lin can hear the hidden meaning in my words. If he doesn't understand, I will give him hints. However, I also gave him a lot of reminders.
When I opened the door, I saw the conductor's slightly pale face. He said, "We found someone collapsed in the toilet... We have just started the train, we must not stop the train, it will cause a scandal."
There is a downside to gaining other people's trust: it is easy for them to turn to you first when they get into trouble.
"What did your train manager say?"
"They have already notified the police. Because they know Fu Lin is also on this train, and they hope he can help."
I blocked his view and asked, "What did Mr. Fu say?"
The cards have been laid bare, so I won't pretend anymore.
The conductor also realized that he had made this mistake and said, "I, I will go find him later because I noticed that you were closer."
"It's okay. I understand your thoughts. You just want to find more people as soon as possible."
I don’t like seeing others too nervous, so I tend to comfort them.
This is a subconscious conditioned reflex.
But it still depends on whether the other party really wants to get things done.
After I finished speaking, I suddenly realized that this was my speaking habit, but since the system didn't prompt me, it shouldn't be a big deal.
Normally, I wouldn't interfere with this kind of thing.
Because there are legal procedures involved.
But I can't stay in this box forever, I have to find the location of the bombs.
It's a good thing to be invited.
I went to the scene first.
That was the restroom in the seventh carriage. There was no cordon, but it was separated by the retractable fence used for restaurant teams, and covered with curtains to block any extra vision.
The condition of the body looked fairly straightforward.
The exposed wounds reminded me of Agatha's Murder on the Orient Express.
The body lying on the ground was like a torn canvas by the Italian painter Fontana, covered with wounds of varying depths - some were long and deep, as if caused by a dagger's sharp blade, with neat edges and calm precision; some were shallow and messy, as if they were randomly scratched by a dagger or glass fragments by a person who had lost control of his emotions, the flesh was slightly curled up, revealing congealed dark red blood.
Preliminary identification showed that the fatal injuries were wounds on the head and neck.
"The bad news is, judging by the time of death, he did die here, not long ago." I raised my head slowly, "which means that the murderer is likely not gone yet."
The conductor's face turned pale and he clenched his hands unconsciously.
I quickly gave him new hope, "But things are not as bad as you think."
"What?" The conductor quickly approached me.
"There's no gun among the murder weapons." I smiled, "Don't you feel much safer suddenly?"
As soon as I said this, the conductor stared at my face and shook his head stiffly, as if I had just told a joke that was unacceptable and incomprehensible.
However, An Qingyan, who appeared a step later with Shang Hexing, laughed because of what I said.
I suddenly remembered that the reason why An Qingyan and I became familiar with each other was because he always got my point.
When everyone was silent, I must have been touched by his cooperation.
But, for me, Li Mali, it is a bit inappropriate.
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