Listening to the conversation between the three of them, I understood.
On the way back, I passed by the young man and paid more attention to him.
The young man was sitting on the berth with his legs crossed, staring blankly ahead.
Perhaps noticing my gaze, he turned his head, a trace of anger appearing on his face.
"What's there to see?" he asked, glaring at me angrily.
"Nothing, just take a look." I smiled and sat next to him.
The young man immediately became alert, shrank his body, protected the bag behind him with both hands, and said warily: "What are you going to do?"
"Let's chat for a while," I said.
"I don't know you, what's there to talk about?"
"Wouldn't it be possible to get to know each other after we chat?"
"That's not necessary!" He still resisted.
"I think there is still some." As I spoke, I took out a cigarette from my pocket and handed it to him.
"If you smoke, remember to go to a special carriage or the connection between carriages. Those two flight attendants no longer have a good impression of you. If you provoke them again, they will really kick you off the bus."
Perhaps seeing that I was not hostile, the young man softened his tone a little, waved his hand and said, "Thank you, but I don't smoke."
"I know, this is for the little one, not for you."
The young man's pupils shrank and he became alert again: "What do you mean?
I smiled, put the cigarette on the bed, stood up and said: "I see that you are about the same age as me. I would like to remind you, don't be too impulsive. In our profession, you will not be exposed to the public. Once you do something stupid, you will never regret it."
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After saying that, I turned around and left, returning to my cubicle.
The reason why I told him this is of course not because I like to be nosy, but because I saw a strong murderous intent on his face.
As for where this intention to kill came from, I think it was precisely because of what happened just now.
I can understand that when a person has special means that can kill people invisible, words like swallowing his anger are almost completely disconnected from him.
Not to mention, this is just a young man about the same age as me. As Liu Huaqiang once said, can you be called a young man if you are not arrogant?
He wanted to kill those three people. Normally, I would never stop him.
But who knows, everyone is in the same car, and someone dies, and I have to go to the bureau for investigation just like during the day.
I don't like the atmosphere there. Besides, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If three people escape death because of my words, this evil will have to be added to me, right?
When she saw me coming back, Zhixi came up to me immediately and asked me how the investigation was going.
I briefly told her what I heard. After hearing this, Zhixi's pretty face turned cold and she whispered: "Then should we talk to the flight attendants and ask them to call the police?"
"Call the police? What's the reason? I heard they were about to steal something?" Looking at the night view of the city with neon lights outside the window, I smiled and said, "Do you think anyone will believe it?"
"Then what should we do? We can't really wait for them to succeed before calling the police, right?"
"How about we go remind the people in those two cubicles?"
"No need." I waved my hand and said, "Someone has already taken care of the matter."
"Who?"
"Don't worry about it."
Zhixi pouted her mouth and said dissatisfiedly: "You are obviously just a kid who is not older than me. Why are you pretending to be serious? You don't tell me anything. People who don't know think you are so powerful."
I smiled: "Fortunately, I'm just a little better than you."
"Tch!" Zhixi tilted her head and stopped paying attention to me.
It was late at night, and there was silence all around except for the sound of the train moving.
The trio set off slowly. They first followed the plan and arrived near b13. The migrant worker was still awake and was clumsily operating his cell phone, trying to video chat with his daughter on the other end of the phone.
The mobile phone is an old model, second-hand only costs about a hundred and ten yuan, but it was tied up in an iron box with a rubber band by migrant workers. It is very precious.
When the three of them saw this situation, the middle-aged man named Brother Yang directed one of them to go to B16 to have a look.
Soon, the person who left came back and told Brother Yang that everyone in b16 was a night owl, and they couldn't find any opportunities.
So, the trio decided to operate on the migrant worker. Brother Yang went back and got two bottles of wine. After drinking a few gulps, he staggered to the side of the migrant worker and sat down next to him, looking drunk.
Down.
The migrant worker was startled and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Hiccup...Brother, would you like a sip?" Brother Yang put the wine bottle on the table.
The migrant worker thought he had encountered a drunkard and said with a smile: "I don't drink."
At the same time, he also recognized Brother Yang and said in surprise: "Hey! I recognize you. Aren't you the one who lost the bag just now?"
"Yes, it's me!" Brother Yang smiled and nodded.
"Then did you find the bag later? Or did you still not bring it with you?"
"Oops! Forget it, brother, there are tens of thousands of yuan in my bag, all earned from part-time work, but it was lost. Do you think this is too much to carry?"
"Is it really lost?" The migrant worker looked dumbfounded: "Then you were so careless. How could you put the money in your bag? You had to keep it on yourself. How much did you lose?"
Brother Yang stretched out five fingers.
"Fifty thousand yuan, tsk tsk tsk, that's a lot."
"Yes, brother, tell me, I don't even know how to explain to my wife and son when I go back now."
"Brother, I think you are a real person. Brother, I feel uncomfortable right now. Can you drink with me?"
Brother Yang is like an old brother, which has actually brought the relationship between the two closer invisibly.
The migrant worker smiled and said, "Oh, that's no coincidence. I was just going to have a video chat with my little daughter, and then I went to bed. It's not convenient for me to drink."
"Then I see you've been poking here with your finger for a long time, why don't you talk?" I have to say that Brother Yang's acting skills are good, and he makes a drunken strong man come alive.
"The signal is not good. Look, there is only one bar. Sometimes there is no bar at all." The migrant worker said, turning the screen of his mobile phone.
Brother Yang took a look and saw that the background of the chat on the migrant worker's mobile phone was a little girl lying on a hospital bed facing the camera.
The little girl looked seven or eight years old. Perhaps she had shaved her head because of illness, but even so, she still had a happy smile on her face.
"Brother, is this doll your daughter?"
"Yes! Look, isn't it beautiful?"
"She is quite beautiful, but brother, your daughter is sick? Why do you still shave your head?"
Mentioning this, the migrant worker couldn't help but look gloomy. He sighed and said, "Yinyin was diagnosed with leukemia last year. She shaved off her hair for chemotherapy."
Brother Yang frowned: "That's terrible, brother, how is the treatment going?"
The migrant worker sighed again, his eyes turning red.
He fumbled for his daughter's photo on his phone and whispered.
"When it was discovered, it was in the middle stage. The doctor said it was hopeless. Even if it was treated, it would be difficult to cure it and it would cost a lot of money."
"But you say, can I not save it? My daughter-in-law, who was driving a truck for someone for thousands of years, had a car accident. Now it's just me and Yin Yin. No matter how much it costs, I can save it..."
At this point, tears already fell from the corners of the migrant worker's eyes, and they dripped on his mobile phone. He slowly reached out to wipe them away, and murmured: "I just want to think that Yin Yin can live for one day, and wait until some day,
Even she has left, so I will go with her."
Brother Yang looked like he was feeling the same, patted the other person's shoulder and said, "Brother, don't be so pessimistic, come on! Drink, and you will be able to get rid of all your worries! Believe me, your daughter will be fine!"
"Thank you, brother!" After a conversation, the migrant worker also completely let down his guard against Brother Yang, took the bottle of wine he handed him, and took a few sips.
Within a short time, after one bottle of wine, the migrant workers were drunk and unconscious.
Seeing this, Brother Yang waved to him, and the two people who had been waiting for him immediately came closer.
"Brother Yang, let me tell you, this medicine only takes one pill for a cow. Isn't it easy to kill a person?"
"What nonsense! Get the money quickly and leave at the next stop!" Brother Yang urged.
Just when the three of them were about to take action, a little ghost poked its head out and floated in. This chapter has been completed!