Who is it?

He Ping was confused and looked at what he pointed.

People come and go, men and women, the light is dim at night, and the lighting of the electric lights is limited, and at first glance, they all look similar.

Mr. Song couldn't help but feel upset as he saw the person wandering in a hurry and disappeared into the crowd.

"He went to the third-class carriage. You go find it and find someone for me!"

He Ping: "Who did you ask me to find? Is it a man or a woman? What does it look like?"

Mr. Song: "He was originally an old Taoist priest with a beard. I saw him just now. He looked very similar, but he turned into a woman, with a sable hat and silk skirt. The skirt was purple and dark purple!"

He Ping:...

He suspected that the surname Song was dissatisfied with his business and was making fun of him.

This guy and girl are both a Taoist priest and a skirt. Is it a man or a woman?

Song Lin came to her senses and felt that these words were a bit brainless.

He took a deep breath and briefly explained the future.

"If I didn't admit my mistake, this person used to be a Taoist priest in Guanyin Temple on Fuyu Mountain. Today, I saw Mr. Jin and I when they went up the mountain. Now, they suddenly appeared here in a dress of women. There must be something strange about it!"

After he said this, He Ping also remembered it.

"There is a coffin of Deputy Mayor Jin Gaotang on this train, saying that he wanted to send the old lady to Beijing to bury the ancestral tomb."

Mr. Song showed a disgusting expression: "We are on the same train with the dead? Didn't his old lady leave after a few days?"

He Ping: "You remembered wrongly that we were going to go ahead, so we happened to be together. However, the old lady's coffin should be in the cargo compartment, with the second-class and third-class compartments in the middle. It should be no problem to be far away from us."

Mr. Song: "My mother surnamed Jin died and she would stop her spirit for more than seven days. She must have a dream of Guanyin Temple and she must carry the coffin up the mountain to worship. At that time, I thought this was wrong."

He Ping asked patiently: "What do you think is wrong with this?"

Mr. Song: "The person surnamed Jin is in the Municipal Office and is always trying to fight against my father. This time he is acting strangely. He may have any conspiracy. Even if he doesn't, isn't it a good thing to take the opportunity to catch his handle?"

He Ping thought to himself, after a long time, it turned out that the party was fighting against the differences.

But he felt that the idea of ​​men turning into women and Taoist priests turning into old women was really whimsical, so he advised: "Mr. Song, according to my opinion, it may be that they have similar appearances just now, you have misread them."

Song Lin shook her head: "I never forget people. I am familiar with the old Taoist actions. Don't talk nonsense. Now take people to the third-class carriage immediately and find the Jin family. If there is any suspicion, you can't let them leave the train... Forget it, you can find the people and bring them to me. I'll interrogate them."

He Ping frowned and showed disagreement on his face: "This will offend Mr. Jin."

Song Lin sneered, obviously not taking Deputy Mayor Jin seriously.

He Ping had no choice but to take this willful Young Master Song, so he had to take him up and walk towards the third carriage.

From entering the second car, the air filled with various smells of air. When it comes to the third car, the smell is even stronger, including smelly shoes and socks, leftover dry food, various body odors of people, and even the sour taste of ** fruits...

Even if He Ping pinched his nose tightly, he was so irritated that he wanted to turn around and run away.

An elderly woman in dark purple silk skirt, blue cotton jacket, and a bun.

According to Song Lin's description, He Ping looked for him one by one. Looking around, all middle-aged and elderly women seemed to fit what he wanted.

Some of them lowered their heads and dozed off, and couldn't see what color the skirt was. He Ping had to stick his head and stop and observe carefully.

Wherever he went, everyone looked at him with strange eyes, as if he was a flower-picking thief who specialized in attacking the old woman.

He Ping:...

He doesn't want to do this either!

He also wanted to sit quietly in the first carriage and drink coffee on the heating.

But who made his immediate boss the suspicious and taboo Young Master Song?

He Ping felt wronged. He lamented for his brand new suit, thinking that he still didn't know how much perfume he had to spray to cover up the smell after he went back.

"Mr. He, the one in the penultimate row wearing a black robe and a top hat should be the Jin family, I have seen it."

The follower next to him suddenly said.

He Ping looked at it quickly.

Three men and one woman.

The old and the young were talking in a low voice, still eating.

A man and a woman on the opposite side depend on each other and doze off.

The woman also looked quite young, not like the old woman Mr. Song mentioned.

"Go and take a look."

Lao Jin was eating melon seeds. When Xiao Jin talked about the anecdotes in Fengtian City, he suddenly got patted on his shoulder and almost swallowed the melon seed skin in his mouth.

He has a good status in the Jin Mansion. As his temper grows older, he immediately turns to curse.

"Damn you...who are you?"

He Ping's temperament is not like a passenger in the third car.

"It's Uncle Jin. My surname is He. My confidential secretary of Mr. Song. My entourage said that I saw you just now. I thought he was dazzled. Why are you sitting here? Come with me to the first carriage. I'll have someone to make a seat for you!"

Song Lin could not ignore him and let him arrest people, but He Ping could not be so reckless.

The other party is also a member of Vice Mayor Jin. Deputy Mayor Jin is a member of his mother, and everyone knows that Fengtian is the one who can carry the coffin back to his hometown on his behalf is naturally a trustworthy family member. He also depends on the owner of his dog. He Ping does not want to offend people out of thin air.

Lao Jin suddenly showed his face, but suddenly became alert in his heart.

"Xiao He, thank you for your kindness, but we have errands at this moment->>, so we must not delay. The old lady's coffin is placed in the cargo compartment behind. We must follow us and watch it, and we must not be careless. I wonder if Mr. Song is also in the car?"

He Ping smiled and said, "Mr. Song is not here. I travel with Mr. Song. I went to Tianjin to handle the job."

Lao Jin bowed: "Then please complain to Mr. Xiao Song on my behalf. I will not be convenient to go and say hello to him. When we arrive in Beijing, we will definitely write a letter to report to the old master and ask him to come forward to thank Mr. Song."

He Ping took advantage of the break of speaking and glanced at Ling Shu.

The blue cheongsam was not wearing a silk skirt, not purple.

That's definitely not.

"It's easy to say, Uncle Jin is polite, who are these?"

"This is my nephew, his surname is Jin, and his family is also from the Jin family. This is Zhuojing's nephew and his wife. This time, he received a letter of appointment from Beijing Middle School and happened to work with us."

After Lao Jin said that, he stretched out his arms and pushed Yue Dingtang and the others.

"If you have a guest, get up and salute and say hello! This is Mr. He, his boss, Mr. Song, and Mr. Jin are colleagues."

Yue Dingtang showed confusion when he woke up from Dameng, and his body shook when he got up.

"Hello Mr. He, this is my inner son."

Ling Shu hid behind Yue Dingtang half of his body and asked timidly, "He's like a mosquito."

He Ping didn't listen carefully to what the other party said, but he felt that Lao Jin's niece-in-law's appearance was really beautiful and had a bookish look, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The other party seemed to lower his head a little again.

Yue Dingtang apologized: "Mr. He is sorry, I have never seen any big scenes in this inner child. Now I am pregnant again. In addition, the train is bumpy and I am prone to frightening and discomfort."

Ling Shu:???

There is no such part in the plot we agreed on in advance?!

But he reacted faster. As soon as Yue Dingtang finished speaking, he held his lower abdomen and showed a painful expression.

"It seems that the child has kicked me again."

Yue Dingtang, Lao Jin, Xiao Jin:...

"Come on, sit down!"

Yue Dingtang sat down with the man and handed the cup to his mouth.

The two whispered each other, and they looked like a very good couple.

Through the heavy clothes, He Ping couldn't tell that Ling Shu had been pregnant for several months. He was not interested in the situation of the two, so he quickly turned to Lao Jin: "Didn't Aunt Jin come together?"

Lao Jin said: "She still has to take care of her grandson at home. When I settle down, I will pick her up."

He Ping nodded, and looked at it, but he just didn't want to leave.

"Since I'm here, why not I'll go in and kowtow to the old lady. Last time at the old lady's funeral, I happened to be on a business trip outside by Mr. Song's order. I didn't have time to come back, so I really felt sorry."

Lao Jin declined: "Thank you for your kindness, but it is not very convenient to be on the train now. There is no light in the cargo compartment. If you bump into it, it will be no beauty."

He Ping was still very persistent: "I will just kowtow and ask for peace of mind, so that I will not disturb the old lady."

Lao Jin and Xiao Jin looked at each other, feeling that it would be a bit suspicious if they stopped them, so they said, "Then please follow me."

The cargo compartment was dark and a glimmer of light suddenly lit up at the door.

It was the kerosene lamp in He Ping's follower.

A coffin was placed on a few small boxes, and a small black and white photo was placed in front of it, an incense stove with three flaming fragrances inserted on it.

He Ping really didn't want to kowtow.
To be continued...