Gong Xue chose an empty seat near the entrance and sat down. It was not very conspicuous, but the passengers coming and going could be seen. In order to have a better observation, she also borrowed a pirated magazine from the passenger next to her and flipped the pages.
Raise your eyelids and make an accurate judgment on every incoming and outgoing passenger.
Fortunately, even after sitting in this seat for nearly thirty minutes, no suspicious person was found.
The waiting hall and ticket office are places with the highest concentration of people. Once violent terrorists mix in and cause trouble, the damage will spread in ripples and the destructive power will be astonishing.
After sitting for a long time, the blood circulation was not smooth and the eyes felt sore. Gong Xue was about to get up and move when she saw Red Eagle at the entrance of the waiting hall.
He was wearing the red jacket and jeans from before. He was particularly eye-catching in the crowd and could not be ignored even if he wanted to.
Hong Ying had no intention of coming in. He turned his gaze to Gong Xue, and with one look, the two of them understood each other tacitly.
Nothing was found.
Yes, so far, no people or items related to the Xilian Organization have been found.
In the process of "chatting" and looking at each other, Gong Xue tried her best to keep her expression relaxed and natural. She didn't want to miss the battle that might occur later. She told Hongying with firm eyes that she was a member of the fifth group.
Although they didn't exchange a word, Hongying seemed to have learned the art of mind reading, hinting her not to have inappropriate thoughts.
Gong Xue secretly smiled bitterly, but she could only obey Hong Ying's order. It is the duty of soldiers to obey orders, not to mention, she is also a special forces soldier.
Shortly after Red Eagle left, she also stood up from her seat.
Passengers in the waiting hall were sent out one after another, and the peak flow of people was much lower. Most of the remaining passengers were asleep. In the darkest period before dawn, everyone was extremely sleepy.
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance to the waiting hall.
The sleeping person was woken up, stretched his neck and looked out, feeling a little confused. When a dozen panic-stricken passengers dragged their suitcases into the waiting hall, the people inside realized that there were gangsters committing murder in the square, and they had stabbed someone.
Hurt someone...
Following this, more and more people began to flock to the spacious waiting hall in the square in front of the station. Affected by the panic, passengers began to hide in the corners in panic, and timid children cried loudly.
Luggage left behind was piled haphazardly in the aisles and corridors.
Gong Xue rushed to the entrance almost at the same time as the first person came in. Seeing that something was wrong, she quickly used the intercom to report the situation to Hong Ying. Red Ying already knew about it, and Ling Ying, who was in charge of patrolling the square in front of the station, reported to him
, it was just two drunk men who committed the murder after drinking, ruling out the possibility of violent terrorists.
Is this really the case?
The timing is a bit coincidental...
Before she had time to think about it, the hem of her clothes was suddenly held by a small black hand, "Auntie, come with me!"
Gong Xue was surprised and followed the little beggar who had given her the red lotus before, crossing the crowd and coming to a corner where it was convenient to talk.
The little boy looked around, pulled down Gong Xue's neck, and said in a shy Yunnan dialect: "I just lied to you. I didn't pick up the red flower, I... stole it."
Stolen?
Gong Xue's heart suddenly tightened, and she squatted down, held the little boy's shoulders, and looked into his eyes sincerely, "Can you tell Auntie, what does the person who stole the red flower look like? As long as you are willing.
Tell Auntie, you are still a very good child."
The little boy's eyes were a little dodged, but his desire to be a good boy defeated his inner cowardice. He struggled and said, "It's an aunt, an aunt as beautiful as you..."
Hearing no answer, the little boy lowered his eyes in disappointment. He thought, he was too stupid. How could a thief and beggar become a good boy recognized by his aunt who could speak his hometown dialect?
He wanted to retreat and run away, but his aunt's hands were like iron pliers, firmly fixing his shoulders, and the strength became stronger and stronger, causing him great pain...
"Ah..." He couldn't help but scream in pain. He kicked Gong Xue and tried to escape. "I told you. I'm leaving..."
He felt aggrieved and scared. Why did the kind-looking aunt keep her word? Her face looked so scary. Did she want to send him to the public security bureau and lock him up...
The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and he couldn't get away. The little boy finally started crying.
Gong Xue, who was shocked to the point of cerebral paralysis by the sudden news, was finally awakened by the little boy's cry. She stared at the little boy in her hand with a somewhat confused look, and after looking at it for a while, her eyes gradually focused...
Without speaking, she freed up one hand and took out a photo that was shrunk several times from the hidden pocket of her underwear and placed it in front of the little boy's eyes. "Take a closer look. Is it her?"
The little boy sobbed, raised his eyes, and looked at the person in the photo.
Gong Xue's throat was very dry, and every second while waiting was an extremely painful torment for her.
The boy looked at it again and again, and finally shook his head, "No." He pointed at his eyes, and then at the person in the photo, "The eyes are very similar, but they are not the same here." He raised his chin and pressed it.
, "Hers is pointed, and the inside is round." He pointed to the photo.
The little boy felt that his aunt's breathing had become much heavier. Before he could speak, the aunt suddenly reached out and covered the part below the nose of the woman in the photo. "Please help aunt take a look again, okay?"
Under such expectant but heavy eyes, the little boy couldn't help but nodded, "Okay..."
This time, very quickly, barely blinking, the little boy exclaimed, "Their eyes are exactly the same!" After saying that, he also had a look of shock and disbelief on his face. Why did he cover the lower half of his face, and his eyes would be like this?
Exactly the same?
At this point, Gong Xue has basically confirmed that her speculation is true...
The red lotus that the little boy stole was the power ornament of the only female high-ranking member of the Xilian organization, and this woman who had undergone plastic surgery was none other than Ma Yuejiao, who had been entangled with her for ten years.
Ma Yuejiao...
Ma Yuejiao...
Gong Xue's eyes suddenly became blurry and moist, and many buried blood-colored memories jumped to the surface of her mind, stinging her internal organs.
The little boy was scared away by her again...
The waiting hall was still in a mess, with the floor-to-ceiling windows crowded with passengers looking out, the surroundings noisy, and unimpressive faces everywhere.
Gong Xue took a deep breath and picked up the intercom...
Just as he was about to report an important situation to Red Eagle, his vision went dark, and the little boy left and returned. He nervously pointed to the lobby outside, "The photo aunt is there... I saw her!"