The English poem on the radio obviously did not make a group of people who were conducting inspections in the corridor take it seriously. Most of the Russian gangsters who did not understand English only understood the first sentence "Pasternak to Tsvetaeva (note)"

1)" The names of these two people, the former is a Nobel Prize winner in literature who met a miserable end, and the latter is the most famous female poet in Russia.

Of course, most gangsters only heard two slightly familiar names and had no idea what the two men did or what their relationship was. A long paragraph of English poetry with beautiful words was just a rhythmic background to them.

After the poem was read and the clown Sith introduced himself, the Russians asked one after another what the person pretending to be on the radio was talking about, so a black-haired Russian young man who knew English began to translate.

After translating the somewhat arrogant speech of the clown Sith, a burst of cheerful laughter broke out in the corridor, and everyone thought it was just a prank.

The black-haired Russian young man in charge of the translation also recited a piece of Tsvetaeva's poem about clowns with great affection, "The devil in my body, the devil in my body is not dead, he is alive and well. In the body, it seems that he is

Being imprisoned, being in one's self is like being in a solitary cell

, the world is but within high walls. The exits are made of knives and axes. The whole world is a stage, the actors boast, that shambling clown is not a joker: in the body it seems to be honored, in the body it is like wearing clothes

Official robes. May you live forever!"

It is rare for a gangster to be able to write a long poem to suit the occasion. Cheng Mo guessed that if the times he experienced were not so bad, maybe he would not have become a gangster.

The Russians are still very rich in literary and artistic talents, and this poem is also very relevant to the gangsters, so no one interrupted him. After he finished reciting, everyone raised their pistols and shouted together: "May I

You live forever!" and gave this artistic young man warm applause.

No one realized that the danger was coming, they seemed to be really attending a party at this moment.

But as an Ouroboros holder, Cheng Mo knew that things were not so optimistic. It was obvious that the person who read the poem on the radio was a Chosen One, and a very famous Chosen One.

Cheng Mo immediately looked at the carrier of the Napoleon family, and saw the serious expression of the carrier with a mohawk. At this time, he was half raising his head and looking at the roof of the car.

Cheng Mo raised his wrist, glanced at the map, and found red dots flashing on the roof of the car. Surprisingly, there were more than one. Cheng Mo's map could show four carriages, each with one on the top.

a red dot

There is something fishy about appearing so arrogantly on the roof of a car in broad daylight. It seems that this person who calls himself the Clown Sith is not just one person, but is acting in a group.

The person who made Napoleon VII pay such attention to him must not be an unknown person. Even though Cheng Mo's heart is getting stronger, he can't help but want to curse at this moment. He escaped death several times and stood at the edge of harvest several times.

On the edge, but there is a new twist every time. This shit-like plot is exactly the same as a third-rate spy movie.

What is barely worthy of consolation is the third rate? At least it is not the ninth rate. The ninth rate movies have no brains and will not have such twists and turns and ill-fated fate.

Cheng Mo himself would naturally not think about such irrelevant things. He immediately adjusted his mentality and began to think about what he should do in the face of the current situation. He was planning to simply stop following the inspection team and asked Nicholas to wait.

I went straight to test whether the conductor in Car No. 9 was Shirkov, and wondered if so many chosen ones on the train wouldn't resist, and maybe it wouldn't be as dangerous as I guessed?

At exactly this moment, two red dots appeared on the map, one on the left and one on the right, jumping out of Car No. 11. Then the red dots disappeared in an instant, no more than 20 meters away from the train.

Cheng Mo's heart trembled.

Seven or eight walkie-talkies in the corridor became noisy again, and shouts of fear came from inside: "Ask for support, please support, there is a devil coming in Car No. 2, we can't kill him with our guns."

Before the person on the other end of the intercom finished speaking, he gasped "hehe", as if someone was pinching his neck. Then the intercom came again with the penetrating voice from the radio, he was singing

Song, German song, a famous nursery rhyme from the German "Grimm's Fairy Tales": "My mother killed me, my father was eating me, my brothers and sisters sat under the table and picked up my bones.

, buried them, buried them under the cold stone monument."

There is also a trace of innocence in his singing voice that is ignorant of worldly affairs, as well as a complete darkness and distortion.

The entire carriage fell silent again. This silence was quite unreal, because the train was shaking and groaning, the white curtains were floating in the air, and all kinds of noisy inquiries came from the intercoms.

Everyone looked at the leaders. Among them, the carrier of Napoleon VII had disappeared into the crowd. Someone picked up the walkie-talkie and asked everyone to stop talking. He contacted the people in front. The people in the first two carriages did not respond at all.

The group of people who were reviewing the car in the third car said that a strange person came and asked who was the Chosen One and who was willing to play games with him.

The conversation didn't last long. There was a clear gunshot on the walkie-talkie, and then the contact was interrupted.

Most of the gang members are located in carriages 1 and 2 and have lost contact. There are no less than 150 gang members in the first two carriages, which also means that the gang's biggest force may be gone.

This made the leaders sitting in carriage No. 14 very anxious. They immediately called the largest team through the intercom, which was the review team in carriage No. 10, to go to the front to see what was going on. The more than 20 people here were the current gangsters.

The most powerful force on the train, the other people are scattered in each carriage of the train

So the review team started to turn around and walk back. Cheng Mo, who was at the train connection, quickly grabbed Nicholas, and the two stood beside the aisle.

The scenery outside the door and window was still moving backwards quickly, seemingly unaffected. Cheng Mo whispered: "Don't go there."

"What's wrong?" Nicholas asked doubtfully.

"Danger." Cheng Mo said two words concisely.

Nicholas thought of Lin and said with some fear: "It's not someone like Lin, is it?"

Cheng Mo hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Nicholas looked back at the team heading towards Car No. 3 and shouted: "Ivan Ivan" and then "Vorobyev"

No one responded. Only the gangsters from other gangs passing by the connection turned to look at him. Nicholas cursed in a low voice: "Oops! Ivan and the others can't follow them. I have to go find them and can't let them die."

Cheng Mo was just about to speak and wanted to persuade Nicholas to get rid of the conductor in Car No. 9 with him first, but after thinking about it for a while, he didn't say anything. Instead, he said: "As soon as you find the person, go back to compartments 9-12 in Car No. 9. If I'm not there,

, just go to Car No. 16 to find me. If I'm still not there, go to the dining car to find me."

Nicholas nodded, and the two of them walked quickly back to the No. 9 carriage together.

Cheng Mo stopped at the door of the 9-12 box, while the anxious Nicholas continued to move forward. Cheng Mo knocked on the door, and Mr. Evans's helpless and exhausted voice sounded inside, "Who?"

"I! It's done!" Cheng Mo responded in a low voice.

The door soon opened a crack, and Cheng Mo ducked in. The person who opened the door was not Mr. Evans, but Xie Minyun pretending to be Maria Sharapova. She grabbed the door handle and looked at him, even though she was carrying

She could clearly feel that the uneasiness in her eyes was relieved at this moment, but she immediately turned around, sat on the bed and said lightly: "Hey~! The great detective is back so soon."

She completely forgot that she was playing a Russian blonde girl, and it seemed that she was a little dissatisfied with Cheng Mo for hiding everything from her and not discussing it with her.

Cheng Mo naturally would not argue with Xie Minyun at this time. He said softly: "Sister, the situation is a bit bad now. It's so bad that I can't predict what will happen. Now we must return to Car No. 16. First

Those who go to Uncle Li must seek the blessing of Prince Napoleon if they have no other choice."

Xie Minyun looked at Cheng Mo's expressionless face. She knew that Cheng Mo had never liked sensationalism, so she said, "Can it be worse than the current situation? I really can't think of it."

Xie Minyun was not too nervous. In her opinion, the current situation was bad enough and could not be worse.

"A lot of incredible things may happen next, so be mentally prepared!" Cheng Mo didn't explain much, just said.

"Don't worry! Maybe I've seen even more incredible things, but no one believes it when I say it!" Xie Minyun stood up from the bed and leaned over to pick up the blue lady bag hidden in the pillow.

Cheng Mo guessed that Xie Minyun might have come into contact with the Chosen One, but she probably didn't understand the Chosen One and the other world.

When Mr. Evans saw that Cheng Mo actually spoke Chinese to Maria, he was not too shocked. He seemed to have known it for a long time. He hugged the silent little Luoli and asked with some trepidation: "Cheng, did this happen?

What's going on? Why haven't you arrived in Irkutsk yet? What happened to the broadcast just now?"

Cheng Mo turned his head and looked at Mr. Evans. There were thick dark circles around his eyes. He seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight. His hair was a little greasy and his wrinkles were much deeper. Cheng Mo sighed in his heart, "

We will never reach Irkutsk!" However, he did not tell the truth cruelly, but said calmly: "Some accidents have happened now, which may be a good thing, but we must hide in the dining car quickly!"

"But can we move around freely in the carriage? Aren't the police not allowing us to move around freely in the carriage?" Evans said tangledly.

Cheng Mo took the AK47 on his back and asked, "Do you still believe they are police?"

Mr. Evans was silent. How could the team that even Cheng Mo could sneak into at will be the police or the army? There is no doubt that those people were gangsters in disguise as Cheng Mo said before. Mr. Evans felt that he

The last hope was shattered, and his eyes turned gray.

"I have only one last piece of advice for you. You can't rely on others. You have to rely on yourself to survive." Cheng Mo paused and then said, "Can you shoot?"

Evans glanced at his wife behind him and the little Luoli in his arms, as if he had burst out his last strength, and said firmly: "Yes."

Cheng Mo put the AK47 in Mr. Evans's hand, "Then get ready to shoot!"

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At Cheng Mo's suggestion, Mr. Evans and Mrs. Evans packed some necessary things and stuffed them into a backpack that originally belonged to Luoli, and then Mrs. Evans carried it on her back. At this time, there was already a sound in the corridor.

There were noisy footsteps, panicked shouts and collisions.

Cheng Mo glanced at Mr. Evans, meaning to ask him if he was ready. Mr. Evans looked at Mrs. Evans who was holding little Luoli, and then nodded.

Cheng Mo opened the door, and there were many passengers in the corridor who were running away in panic. There were vague gunshots in the car far ahead, not sporadic, but violent gunshots like fried beans.

It was just because the distance was too far that the sound was not loud, but at this time it happened to be an arc curve, and Cheng Mo could see the somewhat charred car in front of him through the car window.

Cheng Mo could imagine that the whole train should have been in chaos. He smiled bitterly and said: "It seems there is no need to shoot!"

Mr. Evans, who was at the back, couldn't see the scene outside the car window. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief at such a chaotic scene and asked anxiously: "Then what should we do now?"

"Go to the dining car." Cheng Mo took the lead and walked out of the private room, followed by Xie Minyun with dyed blond hair, followed by Mrs. Evans holding little Luoli, and behind her was Mr. Evans holding an AK47.

The five people walked backwards following the people who had escaped from the car in front. The faces of these people were all frightened. No one spoke, but their mouths were trembling.

Behind them, a passenger tried to pass by Evans and his group, who were walking slower, but when they saw the AK47 in Evans' hand, they stopped and could only keep urging: "Can you hurry up! Can you hurry up?

point!"

When they found that Evans ignored them, they pushed through regardless of whether Evans had a gun or not.

Little Luoli was infected by such a terrifying atmosphere and cried loudly. Mrs. Evans kept coaxing little Luoli, but this did not alleviate little Luoli's fear.

Xie Minyun, who was walking in front of Mrs. Evans, took out a candy from her pocket, peeled off the wrapper, and handed it back to little Luoli, "Rebecca, don't be afraid, everyone is just playing a game, eat a candy, eat a candy,

You won’t be afraid anymore!”

With tears in her eyes, little Luoli directly put her mouth over, ate the candy in Xie Minyun's hand, and stopped crying.
To be continued...