Judging from his age, he is about 30 years old. That dark face definitely doesn't make him an office worker, not to mention his hands are so rough. He looks more like an uncle or grandpa in the village.
The height cannot be seen because the person is sitting, but judging from the angle of his bent legs, he is definitely no taller than 1.75 meters.
However, judging from his overly normal body shape, he was definitely a difficult person to deal with. These were not things she should be concerned about. After all, catching someone required professionals.
When there are other people around, it is not appropriate for her to stand out. She has no background and no backing, and she cannot withstand the revenge of these people. It is better to do things secretly.
She didn't stop when she passed the toilet, but continued walking forward. She remembered that the last time she saw the flight attendant, she was walking in this direction.
Sure enough, she remembered correctly. Although she had been lying under the seat, she had been paying attention to the movements in the carriage. There was no other way. This was her first time traveling far away by herself, and she felt particularly insecure.
Seeing the man with the train conductor badge on his arm, Chen Yesong breathed a sigh of relief, finally finding him. She was afraid that if too much time passed, the man would wake up, become suspicious of her situation, and run away early.
The key point is, if that person really detonates all those dangerous things, it is not certain how many people on the train will be left. It is hard to say whether she can be among the remaining people by then.
She rolled her eyes around, observed the surrounding situation, calculated her position, and bumped into the conductor as the train swayed. The conductor subconsciously helped Chen Ye.
"Young man, are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Chen Ye didn't even raise his head, his voice full of anxiety and fear as he kept bowing and apologizing.
The conductor shook his head and said, "I'm glad you're okay. Be careful, the train is unstable and you might fall."
Chen Ye nodded and agreed: "Okay, okay, thank you, leader."
His current location was at the junction of two carriages, probably close to the place where the conductor rested. There were not as many people as in other carriages. Chen Ye found someone and did not plan to continue walking. He just found a place, folded the mat and sat on it.
The conductor saw it but didn't say anything. There were many people like this. Standing tickets were cheaper than sitting tickets, and people sitting on the floor could be seen everywhere in the carriage. He came over here just to smoke a cigarette, as he was still a little tired after not sleeping all night.
He habitually reached into his pocket to take out a cigarette, and as he took out the cigarette box, a piece of paper fell out. The conductor frowned, as this was definitely not something from his pocket.
Thinking of something, he suddenly turned around to look at Chen Ye's position, and saw the young man who had bumped into him just now, curled up in a ball and sleeping soundly.
Could it be that he was mistaken, and that the young man hadn't put the note in his pocket? Then who had put it in his pocket? He hadn't touched this pocket since last night, so he couldn't say when the note had been put in there.
He picked up the note, looked at the situation around him, put the note in his pocket, stopped smoking, and went straight back to his rest room. He closed the door before taking out the note and reading it.
When he saw the content on the note, he felt a little suspicious, but at the same time he gave up his suspicion of Chen Ye. After all, such a sharp and beautiful handwriting could not be written by a little beggar-like boy.
How many people nowadays are willing to send their children to school, not to mention that the young man looks very poor. Going to school requires money. If he can afford to go to school, he would not dress so shabbily.
His eyes fell on the note again: Carriage seven, row five, seat three, the man in the middle is suspected to be a spy, and there are weapons in the sack under his feet.
This simple line of font clearly explains the matter.
The question is, how credible is it? The conductor frowned, deepening the wrinkles on his forehead. It was obvious that he was hesitant about whether to believe the hint on the note.
After a long while, the conductor put the note away, as if he had made up his mind.
No matter how credible it is, he has to go and see. There is a train full of people. If a highly lethal weapon is detonated, how many people on this train can survive?
The conductor made the decision without hesitation. He stood up, put on his hat, straightened his uniform, opened the door of the lounge, called everyone, and walked towards the carriage written on the note.
After hearing the footsteps fade away, Chen Ye raised her head and looked at the figure walking away. As long as she believed it, she would know whether it was a bad guy or not by checking. She was really afraid of meeting someone who was too cautious and letting the bad guy escape.
If the bad guy ran away, she would have been frightened for most of the night in vain. Just thinking about it made her feel bad, not to mention that she had lost the good place she had finally found to lie down and sleep.
She is a very narrow-minded person. She looks like she has a good temper, but she remembers clearly everyone who has offended her, and she will definitely take revenge if she gets the chance.
Chen Ye lowered his head and continued to sleep on his knees. It was much quieter here, what a great place to sleep.
The train conductor leads people from one car to another, occasionally stopping to check on people they think are suspicious. Anyone who has taken a train has seen this situation, it happens every day.
Therefore, the behavior of the conductor and his team did not arouse any suspicion. After all, when the train was running, the conductor would walk around and check from time to time, and only muttered that it seemed to be a little earlier today than yesterday.
Soon, the group reached carriage seven and stopped at the fifth row of seats. They immediately saw a man with his head tilted as if he was asleep. The man's muscles could be seen through his clothes, and his face was full of flesh.
He doesn't look like a good guy at all, even more ferocious than a real butcher. But don't judge a book by its cover, maybe it's just a misunderstanding?
The conductor tried to move the sleeping man, but after several attempts, he was still fast asleep. An anxious look appeared on the conductor's face.
"What's wrong with this guy? He doesn't look like he's asleep. Did anything wrong happen just now?"
Everyone sitting around shook their heads and started talking at once: "No, it seems like this guy suddenly fell asleep so soundly. Look how crowded he is, there's almost no room left."
A skinny man sitting next to the man nodded: "Yes, he fell asleep and was rocking back and forth. No matter how I called him, he wouldn't wake up. I thought he was sleeping too soundly."
No one knew what he was thinking of. The thin man stood up suddenly with a look of fear on his face. "Well, is this guy sick? I just pushed him twice to see if I could wake him up. I didn't touch him at all."
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