Chapter 21: 24 hours (10)

At 12:15 am, Carriage 8 of the L63 train

"Cyclist! Cyclist!" A man rushed into the duty room in anger.

Deng Jie, who was holding a small mirror to sort out his instrument, quickly hid the mirror in his pocket. He raised his head and asked impatiently: "What's the matter?"

"I am a passenger in Room 13," the man said breathlessly: "Just now, I found that the partition wall between our room and Room 12 was so hot. Could it be that Room 12 had a fire?"

Deng Jie's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Aping accidentally caught fire with a kerosene stove? If this matter is found out, he will be very responsible. He hurriedly asked, "Did you see smoke floating out in Room 12?"

"The door of Room 12 is closed very tightly, and I don't see smoke floating out." The man replied.

Without smoke, there is no fire. Deng Jie fell to his heart. He said seriously with a stern face: "Let's do it, I'll go over and take a look. Also, don't talk around before you figure it out. Spreading rumors will be punished, do you understand?"

"I'll go see with you." The man said.

"No need, I'll just go and see it alone." Deng Jie flatly rejected the man's suggestion - he actually wanted to go to Room 12 with me? Unless my head is in water! There is a lively and beautiful woman waiting for him naked... Oh my God, the bottom is hard again!

Deng Jie took a deep breath and calmed down his lower body with the strongest perseverance. He deliberately rubbed for a while before he slowly stood up. He glanced at his crotch, but fortunately, it seemed that it was no longer so obvious.

Deng Jie walked towards Room 12 with a brisk pace. He was covered in spring breeze and had the most charming smile on his face. Even the most picky passenger would think that this was a passionate, kind and helpful flight attendant... When he walked to the door of Room 12, he looked at his watch and it was exactly 12:20. His heartbeat immediately became faster. He stretched out his right hand and knocked gently at the door-

His hand bounced back like an electric shock - the door was as hot as a soldering iron! He rubbed his red fingers, a little confused. Could it be that there was really a fire in the room?

"Aping." He shouted in a low voice.

The room was quiet.

He frowned and was about to shout again - suddenly, a huge noise suddenly came from the No. 9 car next to him. What happened to the No. 9 car? He thought about it and finally decided to go into the room first. After all, the crew of No. 8 should still care about the passengers of No. 8 car first - who said it was not.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped his right hand with it. Then he grabbed the door and pulled it hard to the side-

"Boom!" A hot and powerful air current rushed towards Deng Jie like lightning, and his body hit the aisle wall heavily. The blazing flames suddenly lit up the aisle near Room 12! The rolling smoke rolled along the aisle to both sides, and the aisle at No. 8 was filled with crying.

At the same time, there was also a riot in the carriage No. 9.

At 12:15, it was the time for passengers to eat. Since the dining car was changed to a medical carriage, the only cooked food that passengers could eat on the L63 train was instant noodles. Lao San and Ahui held the instant noodles and received boiling water at the junction of carriage No. 8 and 9, and stood on the exit aisle of carriage No. 9 and ate it. Suddenly, Ahui coughed, and the noodle soup in his mouth suddenly sprayed Lao San's face.

The third brother was furious and cursed: "You can't even keep your mouth shut."

Ah Hui did not answer. His cough became more and more violent, and even his waist bent down. The loud coughing sound made everyone in half of the carriage hear it clearly. The noisy carriage No. 9 slowly became quiet, and more and more passengers turned their heads and looked at Ah Hui with strange eyes.

Ah Hui stood up with difficulty and put the instant noodles on the table next to him. He stood in the aisle and covered his mouth with his hands, and began to cough frequently and violently again.

Carriage No. 9 suddenly became quiet, and almost all the passengers were nervously watching the man who was coughing violently.

Finally, Ah Hui stopped coughing, but opened his mouth and spit bright red foam on the ground.

The third brother jumped up first and opened his voice and shouted: "He vomited blood! He is pneumococcal plague! Run away quickly, you will die if you are infected!"

Before the passengers in carriage No. 9 came to their senses, they saw Ah Hui staggeringly walking over while coughing.

Carriage No. 9 was in chaos in an instant. Almost all passengers rushed to carriage No. 10, and countless people fell. The people behind them stepped over without hesitation. The crying, shouting and cursing sounded. The chaotic scene was exactly the same as what happened in carriage No. 12 at that time.

Ah Hui was still walking forward slowly. His speed was very slow, and his frequent coughing made his voice begin to roar. However, this hoarse cough sound was like a devil's moan. Almost every cough could increase the panicked passenger's fear.

The crowd rushing towards the No. 10 car suddenly couldn't walk, as if something was blocking the way. The man's rough curses and the woman's hysterical screams sounded at the entrance of the No. 10 car, and occasionally you could hear the sound of the guards of the No. 10 car.

Ah Hui suddenly accelerated his pace, and his cough became more frequent. The spit from his mouth was almost splashing on the back passengers! The crowd further aggravated the panic. The people behind him squeezed forward desperately. This wave of panic was passing forward layer by layer, and the crowd was completely crazy. They were red in their eyes, grabbed with their hands, kicked, and even bite with their teeth, and squeezed to the front position regardless of everything. It seemed that falling behind him would fall into the arms of the god of death...

Ah Hui slowly straightened his waist, and the frequent coughing made his throat feel a little uncomfortable. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his hand and took a deep breath - one hand suddenly put on his shoulder.

He turned around and was a guard in the No. 8 car. Through the protective glasses on the guard's face, Ah Hui clearly felt the anger of the other party.

"Why do you still have to walk around when you are sick?" the guard asked sternly.

"Me?" Ah Hui opened his mouth wide.

"The medical carriage is behind, why do you have to walk towards the No. 10 carriage?" The guard felt that the patient was becoming more and more suspicious.

Ah Hui's face changed, and suddenly his body burst out, and he spread his arms and rushed towards the guard! The guard smiled contemptuously, retreated backward, then backhanded, grabbed his wrist, flipped, and easily controlled Ah Hui. When the guard barely pressed Ah Hui's back with his knees, a loud noise suddenly came from the No. 8 car! The guard was stunned and suddenly felt a pain under his ribs!

The guard lowered his head and was shocked to see a knife inserted under his chest! The third person holding the handle of the knife was Lao San! He swung the knife under the guard's ribs, and immediately used the tip of the knife to cut off three ribs and inserted them straight into the guard's heart. A blood arrow shot out, splashing the third person's head and face! The guard slowly fell down.

"Murder!" A woman from the upper bunk nearby screamed.

The third brother reached out and wiped the blood from his face. Ah Hui had quickly taken off the guard's submachine gun. He picked up the submachine gun and wanted to open fire at the screaming woman. The third brother grabbed his hand: "There is no time! I'll go get the goods first! There is a policeman at the door, so hurry up and pick up Uncle Chen!"

Ah Hui nodded, rushed towards the exit of the No. 9 car with a gun. The third brother ran to the lower bunk of No. 17 to drag out a black suitcase, and then followed him to the exit of the No. 9 car, where smoke was filled. Ah Ping was standing there with a black suitcase in her arms. Her hair was messy and pretty, and her face was a little pale, and there was a trace of blood on the white sweater that was eye-catching. She covered her chest and gasped, and her towering chest was undulating under the blood-stained sweater, looking in a shock.

"Where is Uncle Chen? Is there another policeman killed it?" the third brother asked hurriedly.

"It's been killed long ago!" Uncle Chen turned out from the exit of the No. 8 car and said with a smile. He was holding a snatched submachine gun in his hand. Although his face was so dark that it was smoked by the smoke, his complexion was still calm.

"Where are the passengers near Carriage No. 8?" the third brother asked again.

"I have already driven them all to the 7th carriage." Ah Hui also turned out from the exit of the 8th carriage. He was holding a submachine gun, looking murderous: "It's not that Uncle Chen stopped me and refused to shoot. I really want to kill two people to see the blood!"

"Ah Hui!" Uncle Chen shouted unhappily: "Don't you understand that the police will come faster when the gunfire sounds!"

"I dare not, I dare not." Ah Hui smiled and flattered: "Uncle Chen, you are so awesome. The plan you made is perfect! We killed two policemen without being injured and snatched two guns. By the way, what happened to the sound of the No. 8 car just now? It was astonishing as if something had exploded. Now the entire No. 8 carriage corridor is almost burning, how can you make such a big noise?"

Uncle Chen laughed: "You sister Aping got a bucket of kerosene, and we burned room No. 12 into an air bomb. Now the aisle of carriage No. 8 is lit. At least for a while, the police on carriage No. 7 cannot get through..."

The third brother hurriedly interrupted Uncle Chen: "Uncle Chen, what should we do now? The scene between Ah Hui and I in the No. 9 car will not last long. If it is delayed, the police will rush over at any time!"

"Don't worry, third brother, we have plenty of time." Uncle Chen patted the third brother's shoulder and pointed to the iron door at the exit of the carriage and said, "Get it open! Let's go out! The train speed is only 30 yards now, so there is no danger of jumping off the train."

Ah Hui asked in embarrassment: "The iron door is locked, we don't have a key, how can we open it?"

Uncle Chen scolded: "Idiot! Didn't we use two guns? Use the gun to lock the door."

Uncle Chen handed the submachine gun to the third brother, pulled Aping to hide at the corner, and then shouted: "Do it!"

Ah Hui and the third brother gritted their teeth and opened fire at the door lock.
Chapter completed!