The fat man also didn't find anything noteworthy. This is a kind of two-way mutual verification. Once he finds something different, it means I need to pay more attention.
After checking the two hard-seat carriages, it only took less than ten minutes. Next came the troublesome hard-seat carriage. Looking at the hundreds of densely packed heads, I couldn't help but feel dizzy at the thought of having to check them one by one.
Big.
Because of its age, this train does not have a soft seat classification. Even the soft sleepers were modified from the original hard sleepers by adding doors and changing mattresses.
Generally speaking, there are 5 people in each row of hard seats, which is a 3+2 type arrangement, and the seats are made of hard panels, while soft seats have 4 people in each row, which is a 2+2 type, with soft cushions.
To modify it, almost all the seats must be dismantled and re-arranged and installed. The project is huge, so the seats here are hard seats with dense crowds and small space.
After I entered the carriage, I loudly asked everyone to be quiet, and then explained my purpose of coming. The police uniform I was wearing was indeed a good deterrent. The originally noisy carriage suddenly became quiet after seeing me appearing. Who could everyone be?
Neither of them are willing to go against the police at such a sensitive moment.
I checked one hard-seat carriage as quickly as possible and then moved to the next one, but still found nothing. The same was true for Fatty. Just when I thought there was something wrong with my idea, I unexpectedly found a breakthrough point.
It was a pale, thin young man with a somewhat sickly complexion. He told me that he had lost his ID card. When I asked him to show me his tickets, he said they were all in his wallet and someone had stolen them.
I had a suspicion in my heart that it was a coincidence that it was stolen at this time, so I asked: "Do you have any other companions or family members who got in the car with you? Let them come forward to prove your identity."
He shook his head and said, "No, I was the only one who got into the car. All the important things were in my wallet, but now they are all gone."
I persisted and asked, "Then give me the contact information of your parents and family, and I will call them to pick you up."
The young man was a little reluctant at first, but after my repeated requests, he still reported a number.
I dialed the number on my mobile phone. If this boy was really a descendant of three ghoul ghosts, then there should be no unforeseen circumstances. He had already made arrangements with his parents before boarding the train.
A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone. He sounded a little dumb. After asking me why I came, he said that it was indeed his son and that he would rush to the train station to pick him up.
I asked a few more tentative questions, and the other party answered them one by one. Except for the other party's voice being slightly unnatural, there didn't seem to be any obvious flaws.
I think it's possible that the other party suddenly heard the call from the police and was a little nervous, right? At least so far, there haven't been any obvious loopholes.
Seeing that another ten minutes had passed, there was no suspicious person in this carriage. I could only prepare to continue to move forward, and my heart became more and more impatient. You must know that there are only about five minutes left for the phantom smoke of the mirage Gu to lose its effectiveness.
Once my disguise as a police officer is exposed, let alone catching ghosts and surrendering them, I will probably have to go back to a familiar situation and sit in jail, and by the way, I will take the fat man with me to eat in jail.
"Fat man, how are you doing there? Is there anything abnormal?" I asked through the sound transmission Gu, thinking that I was just treating a dead horse as a living horse.
"I just got to this car and went to the toilet, haha." Hearing the voice coming from the other side, I almost wanted to beat him to death.
I could only helplessly urge: "Don't waste time. There are only a few minutes left. If we can't find it, we have to go home."
"Okay, okay, I understand - well, everyone shows their identity, there was a murder on the train, and the police are checking."
The following words were obviously meant for the people in his carriage. When I heard that things were finally back on track, I was ready to move on.
"What, you said you lost your ID card and wallet together?"
The fat man's voice immediately stopped me. I actually lost my ID card again? Although it is not unexpected for this kind of thing to happen twice at the same time in a train, but at such a sensitive time, it makes people feel uneasy.
Doubted.
"Fat man, ask that person to tell you the phone numbers of his family and friends, and then you can call him and ask." I whispered, "Let's see how he reacts."
The fat man responded quietly and did as I asked, while I opened my eyes wide and looked back at everything in the car.
Suddenly, the cell phone of a passenger sitting by the window rang. It was a middle-aged man who looked quite normal. I had checked his ID card just now. His expression was a little dull, and he didn't seem to be very expressive, but it was not weird.
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He picked up the phone and said a few words briefly. Although I couldn't hear clearly what he was saying because of the distance, my sixth sense told me that this coincidence was too weird, so I picked up the half-drunk glass of the passenger next to me.
The mineral water was thrown directly at him with all its strength without even closing the lid.
The bottle sprinkled water all the way, flying through the air like a goddess scattering flowers. The passengers around him screamed and dodged when they saw it. Only the man seemed not to see anything, and was hit on his finger by the bottle.
Then he let go of his right hand and the phone fell to the ground.
"Hello, hello? What's going on? Why did you suddenly lose your voice?" Fatty's voice came from the Lingxi Gu. He was not talking to me, but to the number he dialed before.
Everything is already clear. There is indeed something wrong with the young man. And the middle-aged man who answered the phone, judging from his dull expression and his response to the surrounding emergencies, must have been raped by the three zombies.
Blood Queen, a living corpse temporarily controlled by evil methods.
He arranged a living corpse next to him in the two carriages before and after him and the mirror split clone. It seems that after being repelled by Fatty and I, in order to quickly recover the essence and blood, he randomly found two people respectively.
Smoking.
But in order not to cause obvious panic, he did not completely suck the victim dry and kill him. Instead, he turned him into a living corpse that could barely maintain his movements and controlled him with evil methods. He asked me to beat him just now after I asked him about his ID card.
The call came to the mobile phone in the hands of the living corpse.
No wonder I always felt that there was something unnatural about the person's voice before. His voice had almost no fluctuations and seemed very devoid of emotion. Before, I thought it was a tense relationship, but now everything makes sense.