"Bi Cheng, Bi Cheng..."
She heard crying, cursing, shouting, begging for mercy, women's shrill screams, arrogant laughter, and the sound of bones cracking as sticks hit people's bodies...
"Fuck you! You don't want the money, right?" A thug wearing an eye mask picked up a dagger and stabbed it directly into the mouth of the robbed man.
Another thug shouted in a clamorous tone:
"Brothers, search! Search them all without paying! Make them all strip naked, especially the damn women who love to hide money in their bras. Listen up, stand naked in a line!"
There were thugs keeping watch on all the perimeters;
There were thugs who looted goods and threw them directly into the corridor;
Thugs entered the box and beat and robbed;
When some thugs encountered resisting passengers, they beat them up and forcibly searched them.
At the same time, more than 70 robbers hiding in the compartments, after observing and chatting up others, decided which compartment to rob first. Armed with a large number of weapons, they robbed the international train.
They would even divide the work and massacre several passenger carriages at the same time if they encountered one that offered no resistance.
Almost all the Chinese tourists were robbed, and three women were raped and gang-raped silently.
This large-scale violent robbery abroad that shocked both China and the Soviet Union happened right before Bi Yue's ears.
This international train roared through the birch forest in the night, moving forward against the wilderness wind. Sadly, no one could help the fate of the Chinese passengers on the train.
Bi Yue clenched her teeth, which were chattering up and down. She tried her best to remind herself to stay calm, but she couldn't control her tears.
She listened to the gangster outside the door yelling:
"Kneel down and take off the gold ring!"
"Master, ancestor, please forgive me, I really have no money! No money!"
A man with a Fujian accent knelt down and begged for mercy tremblingly, while at the same time he did not forget to follow the instructions and took off the ring.
It's just that he had worn it for too many years, and the ring couldn't be pulled off when it reached his knuckles, so he couldn't escape the fate of having his finger chopped off.
Just for a gold ring, I might as well cut off a finger.
The heart-wrenching cry of the Fujian man made Bi Yue's heart feel like it was being squeezed tightly...
She listened to the violence continuing, the increasingly desperate cries outside, and the robbers' fierce threats:
"Where's the money? Where's the money?"
"Brother, I only have a little over 2,000 yuan. I just sold it to a dealer. I really don't have any. Didn't you search me? I really don't have any!"
"No? I'm telling you, I'm going to chop you ten times, and if you give me a thousand, I'll cut one off! Here! Don't try to fool me, I saw it all at the door of your box!"
The man in his forties and almost fifty closed his eyes in despair, and his red eyes were instantly filled with tears. He pulled off his wig tremblingly and handed it over. The bald man collapsed from kneeling to lying on the ground.
He accepted his fate, became discouraged, and decided not to struggle anymore.
Five thousand dollars, with "five dollars less" stuck in the wig, and the robber really kept his word. Perhaps he was annoyed that the middle-aged man had delayed his robbery, so he used the remaining five dollars to chop at the man's head one by one.
The female passengers who were kneeling, crawling, and being searched naked near the man were so frightened by the bloody scene that they rolled their eyes and fainted.
Bi Yue swallowed down the ache in her heart that seemed to be about to jump out of her throat. She clenched her fists tightly, looked down at the camera on her chest, and big tears fell to the ground.
A few minutes ago, she couldn't imagine what would happen to Bi Cheng.
After a few minutes, she took everything she heard as countless Bicheng.
She raised her tearful eyes and turned her head to look towards the window, watching the night rushing by in the darkness, thinking to herself:
If they are destined to be unable to escape their doom, then they should leave something behind to warn everyone that they must be brought to justice...
Fear, anger, and the bloodiness deep in his bones were fully aroused, and a determination that had never been seen before ignited in those bright eyes.
The girl, who was once teased by many relatives and friends as a "money-grubber" who only loved money, held the camera tightly and carefully got down from the bucket.
She turned on the camera through tears, wiped her face with the sleeve of her clothes, and sniffed: "Fuck their ancestors! Fuck their living ancestors!"
The girl's trembling fingers, like green onions, were placed resolutely on the bathroom door valve.
In the 1980s, cameras in the island country required you to take a photo and then switch the button before taking the next one. There was no continuous shooting technology at that time.
Bi Yue took several deep breaths, then she carefully opened the door, stuck her head out, and took secret photos one after another of the criminals who were busy smashing and looting in the two carriages without covering their faces.
Just as she finished taking a picture of a woman named "Second Sister" who had just appeared, with a filter in her red lips and a permed short hair style, and had just hidden her camera under the bucket, she heard someone shout:
"Damn it! There's someone in the bathroom too!"
Bi Yue knew that this time she would be stuck... (To be continued.)
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