After a false alarm, I slowly turned my head, pointed at the souls in front of me and said to the old man: "Can you see them?" The old man snorted and said: "There are so many people, do you think I am blind?"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, I felt the barrel of the shotgun on my back tremble. Bangchui said with a horrified look on his face: "It's just the six of you, is there anyone else?"
"Bangchui, are you blind? Can't you see these big living people... right, you fool?" The old man's words were actually emboldening himself. The old man still understood his nephew, except that he was a little timid.
, it’s not like he was joking in this situation. Now he also saw that something was wrong with the more than a hundred people in front of him. Most of these people lowered their heads and looked at their feet, as if they didn’t see the three of them.
Like a child, is this too calm? Look at the three or four people sitting at the other end of the carriage. They are all looking this way. The big man headed by one of them is using his hands.
Rubbing against the ghostly drawing-like pattern on the carriage door.
"Uncle, stop talking nonsense and get started quickly. There will be a replay of the finals of "The Voice" tonight. If you finish your work early, you can go back and watch the whole thing." Er Lunzi's name was not wrong at all. He finished speaking without waiting for the old man's reply.
, had already walked to the front in a few steps, pointed the shotgun at the soul in the front and said: "You know the rules, raise your head and pay..." When the second fool said the last two words, his voice suddenly changed.
It raised its head halfway, and its appearance changed the moment it raised its head. The originally gray face now turned pale, one eyeball hung outside the eye socket, and blood was pouring out. Another
One eye looked like it had all beards and tail, but upon closer inspection, I found that this eyeball was white without any black eyes, and its mouth was full of incomplete teeth.
The cold air blew onto Er Lunzi's face. Er Lunzi shivered more and more, and hoarfrost suddenly appeared on the ends of his hair and eyebrows. The soul's mouth opened and closed as if talking, but there was not even a single word.
No words could be heard. At the same time, the souls in the entire carriage had undergone similar changes to this soul.
"Uncle!" The second fool was no longer stunned at this time, and his body was shaking into a ball. "Uncle! Run!" The old man shouted. The second fool was far away from him and could no longer care about him. The old man just
He could save the one in front of him first, so he grabbed the mallet and ran back. When he got to the car door, he found that the car door had been closed at some point. The old man tried his best to pull and kick it. There was obviously no lock on the car door, but he couldn't.
Open the car door.
The old man was really anxious and couldn't care less at the moment. He fired two pistols at the car door. Bangchui imitated his uncle's example and fired several shots at the car door with his shotgun. Later I found out that the car door had been modified.
Yes, it looks like an old-fashioned aluminum train sliding door. In fact, the door is made of alloy. Bullets cannot penetrate the door. Instead, they form ricochet and are reflected in all directions. The two nephews did not fire many shots.
He was hit by the bullets he fired, both in the thighs. Both of them fell to the ground. The old man could still be a little tougher, gritted his teeth and lay on the ground, holding on hard, and continued to use his hands to pick at the cracks in the door in vain, only turning around from time to time to
Take a look at the place where the souls gather. The stick is miserable, rolling back and forth on the ground, crying endlessly.
At this time, the idiot behind them finally couldn't hold on anymore. The two arms holding the gun shook too much. The shotgun in his hand finally went off. There was a "bang" sound, and more than a dozen shotguns passed through the soul's body.
The body of the wooden chair made a big hole in the back of the wooden chair. The soul under the gun looked like it was nothing, and opened its mouth and bared its teeth at the second fool. The second fool could no longer bear the fright, and swayed and fell on the soul's side.
In front of him, his whole body twitched, and a stream of white foam flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Fatty Sun glanced at the two nephews and uncles behind him, then at Er Lengzi who fell on the ground, and said, "Isn't it my fault that you are so brave and dare to come out and rob the train? What's going on, you have a heart attack?"
I stood up and took Er Lunzi's shotgun away. I unloaded the bullets and said, "He's not having a heart attack. This guy has a horn attack." After removing all the bullets, I turned the shotgun around, opened Er Lunzi's mouth, and let him bite.
Hold the barrel of the gun to prevent the idiot from biting off his tongue.
The idiot became a little more stable, and Fatty Sun found his wallet and MP3 in his pocket. Then he followed me to the old man and Bangchui, and picked up his pistol from the ground. Bangchui was still wailing, and Sun
The fat man was annoyed by his crying. He bent over and looked at Bangchui, and then whispered something in his ear. As soon as the last word left his lips, Bangchui rolled his eyes and passed out.
"What did you say to him?" I took the pistol back from Bangchui's arms and looked at Fatty Sun and said. Fatty Sun smiled and said, "I said he has thin skin and tender meat, and it looks delicious.
, I’ll eat this stick later. Who knows if he really believes it, so he’s so naive, so he shouldn’t come out to be a robber.” When the two of us were talking, we had already walked to the old man. At this time, Xiong Wanyi also came over, and he was over there.
The remaining investigators, led by Ximen Lian, are busy describing the talisman that Xiong Wanyi just wiped off. That talisman was used to hide the ghosts and ghosts in the car. Just now, the nephew's robber entered the car and pointed a gun at him.
When Fatty Sun and I were together, some of them did not dare to act rashly, but in the end it was Xiong Wanyi who came up with this idea.
When the old man saw us approaching him, the look of fear on his face grew. He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up. He held his own imitation 54 in his hand and yelled at us: "Don't come here, I don't care about you."
I am a human or a ghost. The worst I can do is to die together with you. Even if I die, I will also be a ghost. Who is afraid of whom?"
Fatty Sun stopped and said to him with a smile: "Perish together? Don't be joking. I'm not saying that we can't control you when you are a human being. If you become a ghost, you are within the scope of our work.
.You should think carefully first, should you die with us now, or will you die with us after you become a ghost?" Fatty Sun's words made the old man almost spit out a mouthful of blood: "Who are you?" Fatty Sun said with a laugh.
"My surname is Niu," he said, pointing at me, "his surname is Ma, do you want me to be more specific?"
At this time, the old man's facial features had been displaced. What he experienced tonight was enough for him to digest for the rest of his life. But after a while, the old man's frightened expression changed and became ferocious. It seemed that he had heard someone say something before, after being extremely frightened.
He was just angry, I don't know if the old man was like this. But I didn't give him a chance to show his anger. When the old man's attention was on Fatty Sun, I raised my hand and shot down the old man's pistol; almost
At the same time, Xiong Wanyi also took action with his swinging stick. His swinging stick hit the old man's forehead. The old man didn't even groan. He was knocked unconscious on the spot and fell to the ground on his back.
I went over and looked at the old man's injuries. He was dead, but he couldn't run away from a concussion. There would probably be some sequelae (such as mobility impairment) after he recovered. Fatty Sun looked at Xiong Wanyi picking up the food.
He swung the stick back and said: "Bear thing, I'm not telling you, he has no guns, why are you so heavy-handed?"
"Nonsense, Fatty Sun, did I know Lazi would shoot at this time?" Xiong Wanyi glared at Fatty Sun and continued, "His gun was pointed at you just now. If Lazi hadn't fired, I would have been a second later.
If I take action, I won't be able to hear your nonsense now." Fatty Sun had no intention of accepting this life-saving favor: "Then don't hit the head, you can be a thug." Xiong Wanyi's face was a little ugly, and his voice was lowered a bit.
, said bitterly: "I just aimed at my hand and hit him!"
In a blink of an eye, the three nephews and uncles were lying on the ground. We couldn't decide what to do with these three people. After cleaning up the mess, I took out my phone and dialed Monk Xiao's number. I looked at the camera above my head and said, "Old man.
Master Xiao, what should we do with these three people?" There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and finally Consultant Xiao's voice came: "Now that you're on the bus, don't get off. You watch these three living treasures walking together, and go to the place to ask questions.
Let me ask you, Director Gao, what to do. I have lived so long that I can encounter anything. I have been working in special departments all my life, and I have never encountered a living person who dared to rob a dead person. That's it."
Fatty Sun was listening to the content on the phone with his ears raised. Hearing that Master Xiao was about to turn off the phone, he snatched my phone away: "Don't hang up the phone in a hurry, Master Xiao. I didn't say that, what are you doing?"
It's just a shabby train that can go as fast as a bicycle. Now there are outsiders coming up, and we don't notice it at all. The polling bureau can even afford an airplane, so it's not bad to build a decent train.
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"Little fat man, you really dare to speak. Have you ever seen a private plane? Have you heard of a private train? This train was eliminated by the Ministry of Railways. It was originally going to be recycled, but it was later borrowed by your Director Gao."
Monk Xiao has no temper with Fatty Sun. Except for scolding him once before when he got in the car, he never spoke loudly. Consultant Xiao continued to explain to Fatty Sun, "The scale of this operation is too large to be transported by car.
And with so many souls gathered together, it is inevitable that some of the anger will be left in the train. This train is not suitable for continued use, so I borrowed such a train that will be destroyed soon after completing this mission. And it is so short.
It’s not easy to transform into this in the time. Okay, I’ve talked to you two brothers enough. There’s nothing more to say. What else do you want to know? Ask Fatty Gao when we get there soon.
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Fatty Sun still had something he couldn't figure out and wanted to continue asking, but Monk Xiao on the other end of the phone had already hung up. He could only return the phone to me. Over there, Xiong Wanyi and several others had gathered the three unconscious people together.
, and distanced themselves from all the souls. At this time, the charm that Xiong Wanyi had rubbed away was also redrawn by Ximen Lian. The souls in the carriage also returned to their previous state, still looking like when they first entered the carriage, with their heads lowered.
He raised his head and stared directly at his feet.
The train continued to move forward. I don't know if it was my imagination. After the interlude of car bandits, the speed of the train seemed to be a little faster, but our destination still seemed far away. Seeing that the time was about to pass twelve o'clock,
But the train had no intention of stopping at the station.
Not only Fatty Sun and I, but also other investigators in the carriage began to lose their patience. Xiong Wanyi came over just now and did not go back. He sat on the seat next to him, looking at the hundreds of souls in front of him, turning his face to face
I said, "Lazi, looking at this situation, I'm afraid we won't be able to get there tomorrow morning. Didn't Consultant Xiao say where our destination is?"
I shook my head and said: "He didn't mention the destination, but I guess it will have to wait for a while. How can it be so easy to reach the gate of hell?" As I said that, I looked at the three people lying on the floor.
The nephew said, "Old Xiong, has the polling bureau ever encountered such a thing before? How does it usually deal with it?"
Xiong Wanyi joined the polling bureau a few years earlier than Fatty Sun and I. He can be considered an old man. He followed my gaze and glanced at the three nephews and said, "There have been several similar incidents. Generally speaking, what do we do?"
Don't do anything, let the parties involved talk about it. Lazi, you also understand that these things are more and more false the more they are said, the more they are said, the more false they are. After being circulated a few times, it has become n versions. There are no people who say it.
I believe it. After a few months of spreading the news, the truth turned out to be false. But today, it seems that these three men are going to jail for spreading the news."
Fatty Sun listened with great interest for a while, and then said to Xiong Wanyi: "Xiong Wanyi, you said you were going to send someone to death in vain, why did you have to choose today? Shouldn't it be July 14th that the Bon Festival is the official day?" Xiong Wanyi looked at it.
Looking at Fatty Sun, he smiled and said: "Fatty Sun, you are talking about Ghost Festival. At that time, there are ghosts everywhere. If you choose that day, let alone the gate of ghosts is closed, I am afraid that you will just leave the gate of the polling bureau.
The Yin Division found out. As for why we chose today, I guess it’s because today is the day to worship the stove, and the ghost servants from the Yin Division also have to go to the temple to eat and make offerings, so it’s relatively easy to find out.”
Speaking of Yin Si Gui Cha, I suddenly remembered the dark human-shaped mist when Yang Xiao’s wife was reincarnated last time. After it was sucked away by Yang Xiao’s puppet, I don’t know what happened to it. If they are Yin Si Gui Cha,
Apart from the weird appearance, there is nothing surprising about it.