I thought there would be very few people at the train station, but it turned out that there were so many people here that it was a bit scary.
The huge crowds of people filled the sky.
I was randomly fiddling with my new phone when I suddenly heard the little devil say: "Master, there is someone following you."
The umbrella tilted slightly, and Xiao Chen glanced at the three bald heads behind him.
I turned directly into a store.
"Little devil, do I have storage space? This destination is not a kind place. I have to prepare some food and clothing supplies."
Little Devil: "..." It is indeed a terrifying place for humans, but for you, isn't it as simple as going home?
It didn't dare to ask, and it didn't dare to complain.
"Master, your schoolbag is a huge storage space. It was made for you by a very powerful person."
Xiaochen was stunned for a moment and asked blankly: "Why is it a schoolbag?" The strong man's storage space is either a ring or a space. Why is his a schoolbag? He will not grow up if he is bullied, right?
The little devil was silent. How did he know what the big guy who gave me the schoolbag was thinking? Weren't you a very happy owner back then? Why did you start to get tired of it after only a few years?
The master's heart is like a needle on the bottom of the sea.
Xiaochen went shopping and bought a lot of things, including more than a dozen boxes of self-heating instant noodles and dozens of bundles of mineral water.
By the way, I also bought a dozen bottles of Coke and Sprite.
After paying the money, I found an opportunity when no one was around and secretly put it into my schoolbag.
Before he could leave, he was blocked by three bald men.
"Is it you who sent our eldest sister to the police station?" One of the bald men with scars on his face said fiercely. He thought that this would definitely suppress the little boy, but it didn't.
Xiaochen replied calmly: "Yes, she snatched my phone and I sent her to jail. Isn't it normal?"
"That's normal, you kid. Go back to the police station right now and get the eldest sister out for me, or I'll let you know how powerful our bald gang is!"
Another bald man with a mole on his face spoke with a fierce look, as if he might come up to you at any time and turn his head.
"This boy is so cute. He is not a star but he is also a child of a big family. If you really can't save the eldest sister, just leave him to me. I will educate him well." The third fat and bald man said:
He narrowed his eyes at the little boy in front of him. He didn't know what was going on in his mind. He seemed to be drifting away.
Xiaochen asked in a low voice: "Little devil, can I kill them?" To be honest, these three people really disgusted him.
He thought there was only warmth in the world and was willing to embrace the darkness with kindness, but now it's really disgusting.
The little devil lay on Xiaochen's shoulder, blocked by the umbrella, and whispered back: "Master, it can't be done. You promised the authorities not to kill people indiscriminately."
Just when Xiaochen was struggling, a girl's figure appeared and knocked the three bald men to the ground with three punches and two kicks.
Under the white umbrella, the girl in white skirt knelt down and asked: "Are you okay, kid?"
Xiaochen shook his head, and the girl stood up without any doubt and turned to leave: "Please pay attention to safety in the future and don't leave your parents."
The blood rain was pouring, Xiaochen held an umbrella and looked at the three people lying on the ground, ignored them, and left directly.
When buying the ticket, Xiaochen was stunned. He couldn't get the ticket without his identity.
In desperation, he could only make a call through the little devil's reminder.
When the call was connected, the person on the other side was still stunned. Xiaochen was unambiguous and directly explained where he was going and that he needed to take a train.
Old Man Jiang would definitely have to ask more questions, but how could Xiaochen tell them all? In the end, he got tired of being asked and just said, "Can you help me? If not, I will figure it out on my own."
How could Old Man Jiang let Yuan Xiaochen, an old monster, find his own solution? If he did it by himself, would anyone in the entire train station be alive?
Not long after Xiaochen hung up the phone, the person in charge of the train station rushed over.
Xiaochen was sitting in the manual ticketing area, and he didn't know what the train station was thinking. This place was almost restored to the old days, when the artificial one did not use nano-robots.
The woman who was the conductor who was in charge of Yuan Xiaochen said with a troubled look on her face: "What are you doing here, a kid with no identity information? Running away from home? I really don't know what you kids are thinking, taking your parents' money, and...
What kind of spiritual happiness do you insist on pursuing? Parents run away from home when they are not satisfied. After all, parents are used to it. Fortunately, you are not my child, otherwise I would give you a slap in the morning. "
Xiaochen glanced at the obese middle-aged woman sitting in the ticket window and said that he could bear it, but he couldn't bear it.
Even if there is no identity information, this is his mistake, but is this woman sarcastic?
If it weren't for the fact that he could only use his killing move now, I'm afraid this woman would no longer be able to speak.
The conductor woman saw the person in charge of the train station all the way away. She immediately sat upright from her original half-lying position. Not to mention, she really looked like a conductor after sitting upright.
There is more than one ticket window here, and there are long queues at other ticket windows in an orderly manner. Only the front door of window number 9 is empty. There is only one customer, who is sitting angrily on the seat in the ticket area and fiddling with his mobile phone.
"Master, lunch is here. Xiaowei has planned the nearest lunch route for you. You can follow the prompts to have lunch."
Xiaochen saw that other windows would not be able to line up for him for a while, so he put on his schoolbag, held his cell phone and headed towards the nearest hotel under an umbrella.
Fortunately, you don’t need any proof to eat.
Xia Wei P100 million pro provides high-end hotels, such as the five-star railway station hotel.
Xiaochen was puzzled. It was a five-star meal.
But after entering, Xiaochen understood why this place was rated five stars.
Comfortable colors, soothing music, and comfortable service with a smile.
Everything here is artificial and no artificial intelligence is used.
It can be said that at this stage, there are really too few stores that do not use artificial intelligence.
Xiaochen ordered a table of dishes. Xiaochen was the only one in the whole big room. There were no surveillance cameras here, so the little devil could come out to eat.
However, the little devil still looked at Xiao Chen resentfully while eating.
"What's wrong?" Xiaochen was confused. How could he have offended him again?
It's unlikely. When I ordered the food, I got the little devil's opinion and ordered a lot more meat.
Xiaochen thought depressedly while eating, the person in charge of the train station over there has gone crazy.
A call was made directly to him and he was asked to receive a big shot.
The person in charge did not say how old he was, but the person in charge understood what he said. If this important person was not treated well, his job might not be guaranteed.
Since Xiaochen didn't specify his exact location at the train station, Old Man Jiang called several more people.
The person in charge who finally received the call was confused. He only knew that there was a big shot. He had no idea what the big shot looked like, what clothes he wore, or what his characteristics were.
In desperation, he could only call the superiors again.
"You must take good care of yourself, otherwise I won't be able to keep your job." The person on the other end of the phone was obviously older than the person in charge, and his tone sounded more like an elder lecturing a younger person.