The speed of the old-fashioned train is not considered slow, but the place Wang Jin wants to go is quite far away from Jiuchun.
After a long time, the train finally arrived at its destination.
Zhaozhou County.
This is a very small site, so small that it is difficult to see it on the map.
If it weren't for the tributary of the Songhua River, the young people here might have gone elsewhere to find another way out.
Like most less developed counties in the Northeast, there are basically no buildings above three floors here.
According to the business card given by the She family, Wang Jin was going to a nearby fishing village to find Song Paitou who could take him by water.
"Uh huh huh~"
The girl walked off the train humming a tune. Her long, snow-white hair hanging down to her shoulders under her octagonal hat matched perfectly with her long white windbreaker.
The windbreaker fell down to his knees, revealing only a pair of light-colored boots.
This outfit makes her look like a painter who is out shooting a scene, casual yet sophisticated.
She put her hands behind her back, hummed a little tune and started walking.
Her bright eyes were full of smiles, and the girl seemed to be in a good mood.
Hu Ling didn't intend to tell this little guy what happened in Qingqiu, but Wang Jin happened to think so too.
There are dedicated people to deal with these things that have happened. Wang Jin only needs to worry about himself.
The young man in simple black clothes lowered his head and walked side by side with the girl carrying a huge backpack.
He put his hands in the pockets of his hooded sweatshirt, as if looking for something.
There is a hole in Wang Jin's pocket.
Through this hole, he could trigger the shotgun hidden in his arms and let Alice say hello to others.
You don't even need to take out your weapon, just shoot through your clothes to cause effective damage.
But on the surface, there was nothing unusual about him. No one knew that this young man with a gentle smile was a gun-wielding maniac.
The two of them looked like ordinary couples on a trip. At first glance, they were no different from other people in a hurry.
"What's wrong?"
The girl stopped and turned to look at Wang Jin.
My silly boy has been a little nervous since she got off the car, but judging from her sense of smell and hearing, there is no danger that needs attention.
"It's nothing... I hope it's my imagination."
The latter narrowed his eyes and freed up one hand to drag the girl out quickly.
The humidity in the air is very high, and there is also a light earthy smell.
Apparently, it is raining outside the train station.
There should be no tourists in this kind of weather, not to mention that an economically underdeveloped place like Zhaozhou County is not a good place for vacation.
But Wang Jin felt that there were too many people getting off the bus with him, which was too many.
And it's not just that.
Wang Jin was a little concerned about the figures lingering at the entrance.
Zhaozhou County only has this train, and it will take two or three hours to wait for it to come back.
These people did not quickly get on the bus like other waiting passengers, but stayed where they were.
Wang Jin had to doubt their identities.
He even wanted to beat up all these people and torture them, but now he had to keep a low profile.
"Have you called Song Paitou?"
Hu Xiaobei seemed to have noticed something unusual. She frowned and asked.
"If I can't get through, I'm hoping to use my mobile phone to contact the ghost talk workers... It's better than flying pigeons to send messages."
"It's a pity that the weather is bad now, and the pigeons have to take shelter from the rain."
Wang Jin sighed, ignoring the figures staring at him, and walked out of the train station.
The weather on the riverside is very bad, and the continuous rain makes everything smell rotten.
The Paitou family lives in a small village by the river. It takes about half an hour to walk.
If the people behind you want to take action, they will definitely follow you.
Snap.
Wang Jin stepped on the road full of water, not caring about the stains on his sneakers.
The stagnant water trembled, then returned to calm after a moment.
Only the broken reflection of the young man is left.
"Um?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.
He felt that there was something extra on him, like pollution.
But the inspiration warning didn't respond.
The person who took action had no murderous intent or even hostility.
Even this pollution is so weak that it will dissipate at any time.
"It's interesting."
Just as Wang Jing wanted to take a closer look, the little fox tugged at the corner of his clothes.
Sure enough, those people followed.
Almost the moment they saw these people, the black car drivers and vendors near the train station closed their doors and left.
Very skilled, obviously this is not the first time I have seen this kind of thing.
Wang Jin didn't pay attention, he just turned to look at those chasing after him.
Only then can we see clearly that their arms are all bulging.
He didn't show the iron weapon directly, obviously he was an expert who wanted to kill people with one blow.
Judging from the aura, he is just an ordinary person.
But this is precisely the most troublesome part.
According to the regulations of the governing bureau, friction between ghost talk circles is allowed within a certain range.
Wang Jin killed dozens of unclean people and no one bothered him.
But if you really kill ordinary people...
All that awaits him are iron doors, iron windows, iron chains, and the regular inspections of the furnace bolt by his good brother.
When you are bored, look at the leaves displayed on the electronic screen outside the window. When the leaves fall, it means another year.
"hiss…"
Wang Jin squinted his eyes and gave up the idea of getting rid of him quickly.
"About thirty or forty. I can't use illusions without emotional fluctuations."
"Although this place is underdeveloped, residents still have mobile phones."
"Taking down 30 to 40 adult men in broad daylight...it made the news."
Hu Xiaobei happily spread his hands, took the backpack from Wang Jin's back, and carried it on his body.
Just when Wang Jin wanted to sigh that this little fox finally understood something, he saw that the other party had turned back into a white-haired girl.
The long windbreaker almost fell to the ground, and the octagonal hat also slipped off the top of his head.
Fortunately, she grabbed the hem of the windbreaker with both hands before that, deftly held up the hat, and then jumped behind Wang Jin.
It took the place of the backpack and hung firmly there.
"Onii-chan, run!"
The white-haired loli shouted in a sweet voice and waved her arms excitedly.
Her cute and smart appearance almost makes others ignore her, but she is essentially a scumbag full of bad intentions.
“…”
Wang Jin sighed and turned around slowly.
It wasn't that he was afraid, he just felt there was no need to get entangled with these strangers.
It's not like Wang Jin has never seen similar scenes before. Tian Gou brought more than 20 mining workers at the school gate and was solved by him himself.
But this time the enemy is not absent from work because he doesn’t want to work hard because he earns thousands of dollars a month.
They are a group of desperadoes, and they will kill whenever they come up.
If he didn't control his strength well during the counterattack and killed one or two, it would be Wang Jin who suffered the loss.
Then, accompanied by the excited cheers of the young girl, Wang Jin turned into a black shadow and quickly shuttled on the street, and soon disappeared.
Leaving behind the thirty or forty stunned gangsters.
This is not the speed that normal people should have at all?
Dang clang——
The leader seemed to be stimulated, and the square machete in his arms fell to the ground, shaking uncontrollably.
When his subordinates inquired, they discovered that his eldest brother, who had always been known for his ruthlessness, was actually full of tears.
She was also muttering words that were incomprehensible to her, such as "That's a white-haired lolita" and "She just called her Oni-chan."
After picking up the machete, the man wiped away his tears and squeaked out one word from his throat.