Next to a birch forest with no village in sight and no shop nearby, the looted international train set out on its journey again. Everyone who experienced this scene felt desolate in their hearts.
The strong wind outside was blowing against the old and prickly green car body of the train.
The driver covered his abdomen and staggered to his feet slowly. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, tears in his eyes, and watched the thugs blending into the night and disappearing in the distance, helpless.
Even when the train was illegally emergency braked, he could do nothing but struggle helplessly.
In the 1980s, telephones were not widely available, and it was impossible to seek help from the local police station in a timely manner.
In the 1980s, the Soviet Union did not deploy any police on international trains. China and the Soviet Union had many agreements regarding restrictions on international trains.
In the 1980s, China, which was just beginning to recover and take off, had very few aircraft and had to rely on supplies to exchange for aircraft with the Soviet Union. Tragically, the wounded could not receive immediate medical treatment.
The conductor kept crying and blaming himself.
After untying the people, the crew members quietly inspected each carriage one by one and reported the injuries to the conductor.
The reason why those people are so rampant is simply because they commit crimes on international trains. They think that neither Chinese police nor foreign police can do anything about it.
Everyone on the train felt a silent sadness in their hearts.
There is a kind of resignation lingering in my heart,
There is a feeling of wanting to return to one's own country, a helpless feeling of wanting to return to one's roots even if it means death, and a feeling of wanting to go home immediately at all costs.
They thought that no one knew about this ill-fated journey except the eyes of the robbed people.
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The hard sleeper cars, soft sleeper cars, restaurants, and lounges for everyone from the conductor to the crew members have all become "severely affected areas."
You support me, I support you, and the passengers who were not seriously injured and paid the money honestly automatically and consciously left their berths to give way to the injured.
They huddled in corners, trying their best to take care of others without distinction, and were occasionally awakened by screams of fear.
Everyone, when they close their eyes, is having the same nightmare.
The train stopped at one station after another, and only a few passengers had goods on board.
The few traders who had goods shouted their wares cautiously, forming a sharp contrast with the noisy and shouting Soviet people on the platform.
Bi Yue and Bi Cheng, a brother and sister, can be said to be the lucky ones on the train.
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Bi Yue held Bi Cheng's head with a towel. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to take care of her brother because Bi Cheng was injured in so many places.
Bi Cheng looked at Bi Yue weakly. The carriage where the siblings were was filled with injured passengers. Some of them were crying and shouting in pain, while others were silently shedding tears thinking about their families.
It was in this atmosphere that Bi Cheng wanted to smile to comfort his "amazing" sister, but just as a smile appeared on his lips, he groaned in pain.
Bi Cheng endured the pain and moved his fingers:
"Sister, your neck?"
When reminded of her neck injury, Bi Yue wiped her face with both hands. She tried her best to act calm and replied:
"It's okay. Just close your eyes and go to sleep. Don't be afraid. I'll be with you. Just be obedient!"
In fact, she was the one with confused thinking.
For victims like Bi Cheng, they are in physical pain, but as long as they hold themselves up and hold their heads, they won't pay attention to anything else.
But for someone like Bi Yue who has truly experienced it through what he has seen and heard, the shadow area in his heart is infinitely expanded.
Bi Cheng squeezed Bi Yue's trembling hand with a little force, then let go and closed his eyes obediently.
Bi Yue touched her brother's hot forehead, sighed, stood up and walked out of the noisy box.
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Facing Rodin and the other two female victims, Bi Yue didn't know what she wanted to say or what she should say.
When she pushed open the door of this most miserable box, she suddenly felt that language was the most pale and powerless.
Seeing that the flight attendants had arranged for people to watch over the three victims, fearing that they might commit suicide, Bi Yue felt so heavy in her heart that she felt like she couldn't bear it anymore.
She took off her cotton jacket and silently put it on Rodin. Rodin remained stiff with a dead look in his eyes, allowing Bi Yue to fiddle with his arm.
Bi Yue saw that many strands of Rodin's hair were wet with tears and stuck to his face in a mess. Before leaving, she combed Rodin's hair again and put the "point-and-shoot" camera made in the island country back around Rodin's neck.
She told Rodin in a low but very sure voice:
"I'll keep the film. We'll catch them, believe me. This too will pass, and we'll forget about it when we return home. Live well and wait for the day of trial!"
Only when the camera was hung around his neck again did Rodin's eyes move.
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Bi Yue took the dry cloth handed to her by other kind passengers, covered her injured and bleeding neck with her hands, stood straight in the middle of the two carriages, and looked through the door at the sky outside which was already sunny.
She didn't know that the gears of history had already changed by the time she had the courage to capture those moments.
She had no idea that because of those photos, a gang that was supposed to have been on the run for many years and committed multiple crimes, such as robbery, murder and rape, would be quickly apprehended, rather than committing another catastrophic atrocity that shocked the world.
She didn't even know the fate of the criminal "Niu San", who was supposed to be caught more than 20 years later because he filled in his real name when entering the country.
Eighteen years, it must be God's will that I was arrested because I filled in my real name for some unknown reason.
That inhuman gang, that gang of Chinese robbing Chinese, that violent gang that robs, rapes and kills, how much harm will it cause to society if it stays outside for one more day.
You can imagine the importance of these photos.
It was as if it was God's will that "Niu San" was finally caught. This time, on this train, history was rewritten because of Bi Yue.
The camera was hidden at the bottom of the trash can, and male passengers rarely squatted, so it was difficult to be discovered.
The female passengers did squat, but with what they knew about camera lenses in the 1980s, how many of them would be knowledgeable enough to spot it at a glance?
Bi Yue was so scared that she didn't even dare to recall the scenes she had experienced.
She couldn't imagine if she was forced to wait for the toilet door to be pried open. In that passive situation, would she be scared to death? If the camera and photos were found hidden inside, what would be waiting for her?
She also didn't dare to imagine that if she had softened a little when the long knife was pinned to her neck and her voice had trembled at the moment she opened the door, then no one might believe that Fei Ge was her biological brother.
Bi Yue took off the dry cloth covering her neck and took a look...
When she was confronting the desperado, she didn't tell the truth. Where did she get the confidence to show off her acting skills when she had never acted before?
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This doom train has finally stopped.
Bi Yue supported Bi Cheng, looking at the other passengers, who were also covered in wounds. The siblings followed the others, and under the protection of the Soviet special police force, they walked together towards the Chinese Embassy in the Soviet Union. (To be continued.)
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