Raymond ran into the lobby of the South Railway Station carrying the Baleno paper bag.

The hall is filled with sunlight, and golden light shines in from the elliptical tortoise shell-shaped dome above the head. Each piece of tempered glass is spliced ​​so tightly that it looks like a whole. The huge space is enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people crowded together at the same time.

It is indeed a station in a big city. Regardless of whether it is practical or not, the style is just like that of a grandma. At least it is not like when you catch a train in India and you almost get pushed off the platform and run over to death.

But a big place also has big disadvantages. For example, Raymond couldn't find a toilet in this miniature bird's nest.

While jogging in the hall, he looked around to find the bathroom. Since the South Railway Station had not yet been officially put into use, many facilities were not properly prepared, such as the bathroom signs that should have been everywhere. After getting off the platform and entering the hall, he

But it was easy to find a meal, and there was no one on the road to ask for directions, and there was no place to go.

It's still the same now when we enter the lobby. The rows of seats are empty. Only in the direction of the convenience store can we see the dozing clerk, and the workers in the lobby wearing headphones and swaying to their own beats.

The cleaning girl...

Raymond carried the Baleno paper bag and locked eyes with the cleaning girl who was listening to the song and trotted over. Before he could open his mouth, he was almost hit by the mop raised as a microphone from the opposite side. He jumped back and was able to avoid the crowd of people.

Mop cotton for sewage.

"Holy shit, please pay attention, okay?" Raymond lowered his head and patted his trouser legs in shock. This was his last set of clothes that he could change into. He was reluctant to change into them now that he had finally arrived in China. If they got dirty again, he would

There is no place to change.

However, the cleaning girl didn't notice Raymond. She was still in a state of self-excitement, her black hair was swung like a propeller, and she even put on sunglasses in a very coquettish manner to imitate the singer bending down to mimic, without knowing that there was music playing in her earphones.

What is classic hard rock.

Raymond glanced at the cleaning girl's headphones. Hey, they were from SONY. The quality of life of the Chinese people was improving day by day. At least, this set of equipment wouldn't be worth buying, right? But that's not what he should worry about.

That's it, what he is really worried about now is his crotch that is about to be ejaculated.

"Good sister, ask for directions, where is the toilet!" Raymond took his hand out of his pocket and quickly reached in front of the cleaning girl, snapped his fingers, then quickly took it back, adding a smile that he thought was handsome.

When you are away from home, even if you are working as a hard worker, you must not forget the most arrogant demeanor in the execution department. Otherwise, his execution department code name of "B007" is fake?

"Who is your good sister? Can a man pretend to be gay these days?" Unexpectedly, the cleaning girl ignored him at all. She pushed up her sunglasses and continued to twist around with the mop, almost bumping her butt.

Raymond.

"Nice butt, personality, woman, you caught my attention..."...that's what Raymond wanted to say, but after all, he is a man with a family, and this method of flirting with girls has not been used for five years.

You may have been very handy before, but after you get a wife, no matter how much you were a prodigal before, you still have to pretend to be a landlubber outside.

"Sister, I can't hold it in anymore. Where is the toilet?" Raymond asked for help honestly.

"Small, big?" The cleaning girl impatiently took off her headphones and looked at Raymond through her sunglasses. She was even chewing gum in her mouth. The song "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC was playing in the headphones. No wonder

It's so fun to twist.

"Does it matter?" Raymond felt that his hip muscles were beginning to loosen, which was not good news.

"Yes, and it's very big." The cleaning girl nodded matter-of-factly.

Ouch, I have such a bad temper...

Raymond thought to himself that everyone wears sunglasses, but your Tyrannosaurus Rex probably only costs a few hundred yuan. I can use it as a frag grenade by pressing the hidden button. I can act like an agent just by wearing sunglasses! Are you 007 or am I 007?

, do you have to worry about whether you go to the toilet, whether it's a big one or a small one, sir?!

"?" The cleaning girl couldn't hear the rich psychological activities under Raymond Jiang's purple face, and tilted her head to look at the foreigner, "Half a million?"

Raymond didn't understand the cleaning girl's half-million joke, so he succumbed to the increasingly strong sense of shit and answered honestly, "The big one."

"If you are older, take a long way to the bathroom on the second floor of Port B. Don't go into the restrooms in other places. You can't pull out after entering. The cubicle doors are locked and the pits are still being repaired." Seeing Raymond relent, he said

, the cleaning girl curled her lips, probably meaning that I really don’t like you as a ghost...but she still raised her finger to point in the direction and continued to put on the earphones, which is called a distraction.

Raymond was relieved, and finally understood why he ran all the way without seeing the bathroom door. It seemed that booking the entire train station came at a cost. If he was later, he would have to look for a shop selling pants in the station.

.

"Hey, wait." The cleaning girl suddenly had a sudden change of thought and raised her hand to stop Raymond, "By the way, ghost guy...oh no, that dark foreign guy, where did you come from, wearing this look?

I remember our station hasn’t been put into use yet!”

"Just a passerby who borrowed the toilet!" After Raymond knew the location of the toilet, he ran away. He didn't care about the cleaning girl's long reflex arc. When he took a poop, he handed over the task. One more thing is worse than one less thing. .

The cleaning girl chewed gum and watched Raymond rush to the bathroom in Port B, then shrugged, then put on the headphones and started playing the next song, and even picked up the mop and played it as a guitar.

few times.

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Sure enough, according to the cleaning girl's instructions, Raymond plunged into the toilet that had not yet been renovated. He felt like he was back in India, full of nostalgia... Bah, he was so nostalgic that he didn't even have toilet paper when he went to the toilet.

, he washed his hands for at least three days after going to the toilet for the first time.

He rushed directly to the last pit, loosened his belt and tugged on his jeans, and he squatted down in a standard Asian squat, which was even more Chinese than Chinese. This was all thanks to his wife being a 100% pure Chinese - he couldn't get out of the toilet while squatting.

With such purity, the possibility of things like toilets appearing in his home was eliminated, and B007 became good at squatting.

Then came the diarrhea, which was so exhilarating that Raymond thought that Li Bai, the great poet in China, might also suddenly have diarrhea. He squatted in the wild and happened to see a waterfall, so he wrote "Floating Down Three Thousand Miles"

It's like a quatrain like the Milky Way falling into the sky."

It is said that people's minds are idle when they have a poop, and they like to think about things when they are idle. Raymond is no exception. Normally, he should take out his mobile phone and play with it, but unfortunately, the mobile phone he is wearing now is a special emergency model of the Executive Department.

Yes, it only has the function of answering designated calls. Apart from communicating feelings with the executive director, it is just a brick. At most, it can be used to check the time and be used as a grenade to throw.

...He really got fed up with the idiots in the Equipment Department. Why do they like to make everything into bombs? Glasses are bombs, mobile phones are bombs, and passports can be bombs. Every time he goes on a mission, he feels like he is about to explode.

Just like an infantryman, these gadgets really came in handy when crossing Afghanistan, but when passing through places like India where the crowds were so crowded, he was always worried that someone would press the bomb button somewhere on his body, and the next second he would be

It’s Allahu Akbar.

India... India is such a fucked up place. There are people everywhere, the temperature is killing people, the food is shit, and the traffic is even shit. If he hadn't been on a tour with a beautiful blonde tour guide sister, he would have really

Maybe he would lose himself in New Delhi... Sigh, he regretted it when he thought of the blond tour guide sister. He really shouldn't have shown off in front of the tour group. He drank the glass of Ganges water handed over by the tour guide sister. No matter how healed her sister's smile was,

It can't cure his diarrhea that lasts for several days.

...Ouch, ouch, here it comes again, the big one is coming.

There was a smooth sound in the toilet again. At the same time, the door of the toilet was pushed open, and the sounds of hustle and bustle came in from the outside, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"Work has started. This afternoon we have to redo the tiles and drainage of the toilets on the second floor of Area B. I just came down and ordered that the floor tiles have to be dug up and reburied." A captain wearing a yellow safety helmet left.

Come in and clap your hands and shout.

"Don't...re-bury it? How long will it take? This all refers to the tiles in all the bathrooms on the second floor?" The two maintenance workers following behind complained with pockets in their hands.

"Don't complain blindly. I'm getting angry when you say that. Can't we do it all over again? Team Shen didn't know where to find temporary workers before. He even forgot to lay tiles and waterproof the second floor! You want to queue up underground to catch the train?

Is there a water leak? Didn't the supervising engineer come over and scold everyone? Fortunately, our own people discovered it early, otherwise everyone would have been scolded and the extra engineering fees might have been deducted from our wages."

The maintenance captain looked unhappy and walked into the bathroom, stood in front of the sink and washed his hands.

"Ah... Damn it, I have to work overtime today. I have to pick up my daughter from school in the afternoon." The maintenance worker put his pocket on the sink and put it down.

"Ask your wife to pick it up..." Another maintenance worker also put down his pocket, opened the zipper and took out the impact drill.

"She still has to go to school." The first maintenance worker also opened the zipper of his pocket and rubbed it inside.

"Well, why don't you pick up your daughter by the way?"

"Holy shit, my wife teaches in college, and my daughter is in kindergarten."

"How many beautiful female college students are there in your wife's university..."

"Stop chatting, it's time to get to work." The maintenance team leader said, reaching into one of his pockets to fish out a black, loaded submachine gun with a submachine gun.

...

Raymond, who was squatting in the last pit, probably lost interest after listening to a few words. He continued to pull his daddy, and by the way expressed his feelings for these unlucky workers. He knew how big the train hall was. At that time, he ran

I almost didn't make it in time when I ran up to the second floor and rushed to the bathroom. Who knows how many bathroom tiles on the entire second floor had to be dug out and re-done.

A deafening sound of impact drills rang out outside, along with the sound of shattering tiles. In the closed bathroom, it almost shattered people's eardrums. Raymond could only hold Baleno's bag between his knees and his body.

He blocked his ears with his hands.

At this time, he saw a pair of boots covered with mud appearing under the partition of the cubicle. It was probably a maintenance worker who noticed him and stopped in front of his pit.

Raymond took the initiative and knocked on the baffle to alert that there was someone on the other side, but unfortunately his knock was drowned out by the bang of the impact drill.

"Damn, can you stop for a second?" Raymond was depressed.

As if hearing his voice, the impact drill stopped for a while, probably for cooling or something, and then he had the opportunity to shout, "It's still being pulled here, you are busy with your work, I will finish the work and leave soon."

"

"I've never heard of anyone here? Which unit do you belong to?" asked the maintenance captain standing outside the door.

"Passers, please use the toilet to poop. Don't worry about me. I'm so quick. Just poop and leave!" Raymond quickly explained.

"Oh, then hurry up...it stinks."

Raymond rolled his eyes and said, "Does your shit taste good?" He was about to say sorry when the impact drill rang again... and this time it was not only his voice that covered it, but also a series of deadly submachine guns.

The sound of fire.

Amidst the noise of the impact drill, the muzzle flame that rose instantly projected several figures onto the ceiling and wall of the bathroom. The yellow bullet shells ejected in a graceful arc and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Standing at the door of the end compartment, the maintenance captain wearing overalls held the firearm in his hand expressionlessly and poured out 100 rounds of bullets from the spiral magazine in just 2.3 seconds!
To be continued...