Bi Yue had a look of astonishment on her face, just like when she was watching a horror movie and it got stuck at a crucial point.
She even forgot to pull up her pants first when she stood up.
Still in a squatting position.
Bi Yue tightly grasped the army green cloth bag in her arms with one hand, as if looking for a safe place, while the other hand was open and slowly approaching the trash can.
At nightfall, something that shouldn't be in the toilet wastebasket appeared before my eyes...
The slender index finger trembled as it touched the lens of the Japanese camera at the bottom of the wastebasket...
Bi Yue stood up stiffly. She tidied her clothes and pants and put on her shoulder bag in a daze. Her mind went blank for dozens of seconds, and then she showed a panic expression and began to bend down to empty the trash can.
It was a bad intuition, so bad that Bi Yue didn't care that the used toilet paper was dirty and smelly. Her hair stood on end as she searched for it. She even searched very carefully, as if she was afraid that too big a movement would wake someone up.
She intuitively felt that the camera was placed in such a secret place, and it was definitely not lost or hidden, but rather a reminder. And when it hid the things, there might be someone watching over it, and she was afraid of being discovered, so she had to resort to this last resort.
There were scraps of paper scattered around her feet. Bi Yue held the camera tightly in both hands. She stared blankly at the wall with her big eyes in the narrow space, but her mind was racing.
The sound of the bed hitting the wall? The frequency is exactly the same!
A man making a sound of pleasure? He cursed after feeling good? Wasn't there an argument going on in the next room?
A woman's mumbling sound?
Under what circumstances would a woman make a "mmm" sound?
Are you biting the corner of the quilt to prevent yourself from making noises due to excitement?
Would a man have enough physical strength to persist in a "sports" for several hours on and off?
Yes, a few hours.
Bi Yue had always thought that she was overthinking. She felt that she was the kind of person whose thoughts were so dirty that she had to use 84 to cleanse them.
Because she didn't just suspect that the sound was from a couple. She had heard it vaguely a few hours ago, but it was intermittent. During the day, she was lying on the upper bunk on Bi Cheng's side and looking at the scenery.
Under the dim light, Bi Yue looked down at the camera in her arms.
Is her name Luo Dan? That woman, whose behavior seemed carefree and unrestrained, didn't seem like she was born and raised in this era.
She? She hid the camera here, was she trying to get someone to find her...
Help!
When a person's mouth is blocked, he will also make a "mmm" sound!
Thinking of this, Bi Yue swallowed against the wall. Her heart beat faster and her bright eyes blinked several times in succession.
She turned around and looked at the bathroom door handle, thinking to herself, no matter whether it’s just a guess or not, it’s better to be safe than sorry!
Also, she couldn't rashly knock on the door of the box next door. If, as she guessed, she looked at something she shouldn't have, she might be in trouble.
right!
Find the conductor, the police, and the crew!
It’s safer to check it out with more people!
It can be seen that in Bi Yue's inherent thinking, she only remembered that in the future there would be train police patrolling and train conductors who would contact the railway at the first opportunity, so it was safe to rely on the police.
But she forgot that this was the 1980s, and it was not the famous sightseeing bus of later generations, nor was it the train patrolled by police from time to time, nor was it the train where people sat comfortably, eating foreign food and watching the night in Ulaanbaatar.
At this moment, this first international train, launched in the 1960s, was completely devoid of police presence once outside the country. Furthermore, Soviet Russia had no law enforcement agencies on the railways. If any crime occurred, one had to disembark in the city where the crime occurred and then report it to the local Soviet police department.
Even when the train is running, there are large sections that are not under the jurisdiction of any local area, and most of the time there is no security at all.
In a foreign country, batch after batch of human traffickers, illegal immigrants, students, and more traffickers, they have to wait for the end of this train and wait for a lucky fate.
With a "click", the bathroom door opened. Bi Yue cautiously leaned in for some unknown reason. It didn't matter that she took a look, she was so frightened that she covered her lips in time to muffle the scream.
Under the dim corridor lights, she saw the attendant curled up at the connection point of the carriages, with a sack covering his head and something pressing against his abdomen. Two men, one tall and one short, stood in front of him.
Bi Yue seemed to have forgotten to breathe. She kept bending over in fear, twisting her head stiffly, looking at the two ends of the carriage which were blocked by a dozen people holding weapons.
She watched helplessly as the door of the box next to her opened and six men came out...
Amid the chaotic sound of footsteps and scolding, she was so frightened that she instinctively closed and locked the bathroom door again. She was so scared that her fingers trembled as she locked it again and again, for fear of missing anything.
Bi Yue leaned against the door, her hands clasped together, her knuckles turning white. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a creaking sound. A voice in her heart told her the truth, a truth so heavy that she couldn't control her trembling body.
It's over. It's not intimidation or extortion, it's not petty theft, and not only Rodin has become the victim.
Bi Yue listened to the dozens of thugs outside shouting her name, beating and cursing her without any scruples, and demanding money and passports. She also listened to the sounds of smashing and prying open the box door with iron bars, and the screams and resistance of the victims.
Just through a door, she seemed to see a scene outside filled with restlessness, anxiety and fear.
She slid down slowly against the door, her legs too weak to support herself.
She was afraid that the thugs outside would find out there was someone in the bathroom and not let her go.
The only thing she could do was cover her lips tightly with her hands.
Completed?
Bi Cheng, her younger brother!
Dacheng, what should she do, what should she do!
Bi Yue's tears burst out, but she seemed unconscious.
When Bi Yue saw the six people from the next compartment appear and close the door, they smiled and waved to the brothers at the connecting entrance of the compartment.
As if sending a signal, his expression showed the excitement of turning this train into a train of doom.
They threw the cigarette butts in their mouths to the ground and took out gas guns, daggers, electric batons, stun guns, long knives and other deadly weapons from behind.
In the box behind them, three women, including Rodin, were lying naked on the bed, their lower bodies covered in mud.
The three Zhejiang traders in the same box were tied up and knelt in the corner, their mouths blocked. The three women who had been raped for four hours had deathly silence in their eyes, while the three men kneeling in the corner had fear in their eyes.
Dozens of thugs rushed in at the same time, starting to rob one box after another.
The first object to be robbed was the adjacent box.
Bi Cheng frowned and looked towards the door in confusion. He saw the door of the private room being opened. Before he could even say "sister" or stand up straight, two thugs armed with gas guns and electric batons rushed forward, grabbed Bi Cheng's head and slammed it against the dining table without a word... (To be continued.)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
