The toilets on the train are generally used for two purposes, one is for smoking, and the other is for a lesser purpose to solve three emergencies.
"There's someone inside, what do you think? Come here and let's chat." Yu Shu, who was standing outside the toilet, saw Qian Mo following him. As he expected, he pointed to the toilet in the carriage and signaled that there was someone inside.
"What are we talking about?" was simple and direct. Qian Mo didn't take anything lightly. He knew that Yu Shu knew or knew him.
Yu Shu smiled, moved his body, and made room for a wider space opposite him: "I'm blocking someone else there. Come here, let's talk a few words about glasses."
Xiao Qianmo probably didn't know who the eyes were, so Yu Shu smiled and explained: "It was the person you killed under the bridge last night. The glasses were the name given to him by the people around him."
"Oh, what's there to say?" Qian Mo raised his eyebrows, his face was calm but he didn't know that his heart was as calm as his face.
"Tsk, tsk, there's still a lot to say. You don't have to interrupt me. I'll sort out my thoughts." Yu Shu waved his hands, lowered his eyes, and was really sorting out his thoughts. After a while, he said: "Glasses attacked you with a box."
Once, he could have shot you in the head with a sniper shot, but he didn't. You should have guessed from this that the glasses were not in a hurry to kill you. When you were at the stall, you handed the boss money, which seemed to be five yuan.
I was shot in the arm because of glasses. I think you did this on purpose, in order to make the glasses mistakenly think you were a dead bird. Finally, you deliberately exposed your back to the glasses under the bridge, so that fool could use the sniper station.
He came out and his throat was slit by you, the left-handed man."
The reason why Qian Mo is said to be left-handed is because he knew from the scar on his glasses that his throat was cut with his left hand. Before Yu Shu's perfect blow, it was only natural that only a left-handed person could do it.
Yu Shu finished speaking slowly and looked at Qian Mo, who was as calm as water.
"You have a good imagination." Qian Mo's voice was so indifferent that Yu Shu couldn't help but overturn his previous guess.
The atmosphere became a little silent again, and Yu Shucai leaned against the carriage and raised his body slightly: "Is it imaginary? I also hope that I am overthinking it."
‘Ta’ At this time, the door of the toilet in the carriage happened to be opened. Seeing the two people waiting at the door, they also smiled awkwardly, then turned around and walked back to the carriage.
Yu Shu returned the man's smile, but Qian Mo didn't notice the man's indifference as before.
"You have grown up, haha, I met you once when I was a child, and that little boy has grown up." Yu Shu suddenly said
"When I was a kid, I almost forgot about it." Qian Mo touched his pocket, took out the shriveled cigarette case, took out a cigarette and put it in the corner of his mouth, but there was no lighter.
Yu Shu smiled, took out a lighter from his pocket, and threw it to Qian Mo: "Qian Ye also liked to smoke when he was alive, but he didn't like strangers to light cigarettes for him."
After saying goodbye, he turned around and left, but instead of returning to the eighth carriage, he headed towards the seventh carriage, or a carriage earlier than that.
Qian Mo didn't look at it, but picked up the lighter thrown by Yu Shu with his left hand. With a click, the lighter spurted out flames and lit the cigarette. Qian Mo stuffed the lighter and cigarette case into a trouser belt.
He gently blew out a cigarette ring and took a few puffs slowly before throwing the half of the cigarette stem on the ground and stamping it out.
...
"Choke? Where is he?" Tang Li saw someone sitting in the seat in front of her. She looked up and saw that it was Qian Mo who made her extremely unhappy.
Qian Mo, who returned to his seat, took the backpack that Yu Shu had not taken away and opened it directly, ignoring Tang Li's words.
Tang Li didn't care whether the wooden man answered her or not, but this man actually opened other people's backpacks in front of her. Tang Li's face was also ugly: "How can you open other people's things while they are not around?"
!If you don’t stop, I’ll call the conductor!”
Qian Mo raised his eyebrows lightly and said calmly: "He got out of the car beforehand."
"Get off the car?" Tang Li was stunned.
But Xia Xin was relatively sober and frowned, but her impression of Qian Mo was also discounted: "The train is still running. How can Brother Yu get off the train? This is not the case for lying."
Qian Mo ignored their words and still held the backpack. However, after groping for a while, the familiar outlines and cold surfaces of the objects inside made Qian Mo stop his hand and looked up at the two people who were glaring at him.
The girl said indifferently: "That's a long way to go!"
Xia Xin and Tang Li were stunned when he said this. How could they take other people's things so openly and justly now!
Just when Tang Li was about to get angry, Qian Mo spoke again
"This thing was given to me by that person. When something happens, you all stay here and don't wander around." After saying that, Qian Mo picked up the backpack and stood up, leaving the two people who didn't know what happened.
Seeing Qian Mo leaving like this, Tang Li also muttered: "Why is that person like this? Xiaoxin, should we call the police?"
At this time, Xia Xin was equally beautiful and wrinkled. She didn't understand the beginning and the end, and she didn't know what to do when she saw Qian Mo leaving.
But before the two girls could sort out their thoughts, they had just left Qianmo!
"Bang!" An explosion suddenly sounded, followed by sounds of panic and crying.
Tang Li and Xia Xin, who were in a daze, were also startled. They subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, which was exactly the direction in which the man sitting opposite them was leaving.
...
At this moment, Qian Mo was lying down on the seat of a carriage. Next to him was a middle-aged man who was bruised and bloody. His right hand was a little painful from the pressure. Qian Mo also frowned, but he quickly opened his left hand.
He picked up the backpack he had been holding just now, which contained a pistol and four boxes of magazines.
Although only his left hand was moving, Qian Mo was not slow. He threw a box of magazines and held the pistol upside down. The magazine was accurately loaded into the gun.
There was also a 'click' sound of the safety pin coming out of the shell. At the same time, Qianmo had stuffed the remaining three boxes of magazines into his waistband.
'Bang!' A dull but familiar voice sounded, and I saw that I was still lying down on the car seat. Qianmo jumped to the position one space ahead, and a man wearing sunglasses who just rushed in in front of him
The man in black still maintained the posture of holding the gun with both hands, but there was a blood hole on his forehead, his eyes were wide open with disbelief, and he fell down on the cold passage of the car.
‘Boom!’ As soon as the man fell, a grenade flew out from behind the fallen man and flew directly towards where Qian Mo was.
From the blurred eyes of the man holding the gun who fell to the ground, it was clearly reflected that six more black figures were coming from behind.
‘Tap-tat-tat-tat!’ The tongues of flames were particularly obvious and dazzling against the thick smoke produced after the explosion. The sharp sound of strafing also drowned out the mixed sounds of panic and curses.
Human beings are always synonymous with fragility in the face of death. When death is approaching, they can only shrink into their own three-quarter inch of the ground and tremble.
Six men in black clothes and sunglasses filed in, looking at the passengers looking at them with frightened eyes. What responded to their frightened eyes was their dull, numb faces without hatred or sympathy.
A purposeful and targeted search was conducted. When he saw the passenger with his back turned, the man in black shot him without hesitation. As soon as he got off the carriage, the gunfire rang out eight times in total!
"Not here?" The man in black walking at the front frowned. He had seen the young man in the photo passed down from above before, but now he seemed to have evaporated in this carriage.
Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard some noise from the car window on his right. He quickly pointed the gun he was holding in both hands in the direction of the sound, but before firing, the gunman hung down again, his body falling together with the blood gushing out from his throat.
On the cold ground
Qian Mo broke in through the window and slit his throat with his saber before he was aware of it. He fell to the ground and hid behind the car seat. At the same time, he inserted the saber in his hand back into his trouser belt and took out the knife from his trouser belt.
pistol
Everything is just a moment
The place where Qian Mo just fell to the ground was already receiving the fire of five machine guns. After a burst of gunfire, Qian Mo just looked back, but he immediately took it back because several bullets had already flown.
come over
Because of the bullets, a large amount of cotton in the car seats flew out and scattered aside. The car was full of messes.
Qian Mo stayed where he was quietly, not looking around, and the other end didn't dare to move forward rashly, and there was a stalemate for a while.
Quiet, quiet, so quiet that you can hear the powerful beating of your heart in your chest
After some time, a hoarse and cold voice sounded: "If you are ordered to come out by yourself, I will give you a good pleasure. Otherwise, I will kill one person in this carriage every ten seconds."
Qian Mo didn’t answer, ten seconds had passed
"Bang!" A gunshot sounded, followed by the hoarse voice of the people in the carriage. The man with the hoarse voice had shot and killed a young girl, and he showed no mercy to her!
Qianmo defaults, ten seconds pass
"Bang!" The gunfire rang out again, and another middle-aged passenger was killed by the gun. This caused extreme fear among the passengers. Two passengers, with their eyes full of fear and blood, wanted to stand up and run away, but they were shot dead as soon as they moved.
Human life is worthless, it takes ten seconds to kill one person, so why not!
"Don't worry, no one else will enter this carriage." The hoarse voice sounded again: "The policeman here has long been thrown off the track."
‘Bang!’ the owner of the voice said as he shot the passenger next to him on the forehead again.
Another ten seconds have passed!
"I don't care about many things, but I have always cherished my life." Suddenly, Qian Mo, who was silent at first, spoke up, his voice was as calm as ever, but his eyes were a little red, scarlet.
"Really, I don't care either." As he said that, the man raised his gun and shot again, targeting a child who was no more than ten years old.
Ten seconds is very short. If you say something, I will reply, and ten seconds will pass!
The carriage was silent and reverberated with gunshots. At this moment, the passengers in this carriage, faced with the threat of death, all they could do was surrender!
What complements the interior of the carriage is the cold corpse, the child, the girl, the middle-aged man. There is a deep nostalgia for this earthly world in his eyes!