Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures

At this moment, the train whistle rang. The train has started to move slowly forward, and suddenly Fatty Sun said to me again: "Lazi, the first three carriages do not let us in. The first carriage is Mintianyuan. Just now Monk Xiao entered the second carriage. Who will be in another carriage? Gao Liang won't be in it already?" When he interrupted like this, I couldn't remember who the soul next to Monk Xiao was.

"You said I believed Wu Rendi in the third car, but it just couldn't be Director Gao." I pointed to a few people standing outside the window and said. Fatty Sun looked in the direction of my fingers, and highlighted that a group of people were watching our train slowly moving forward on the platform. As the train moved faster and faster, several of them, together with the warehouse, finally disappeared into the night.

After the train moved, the souls in the carriage still looked lifeless. The moving scenery outside the car window can't attract their attention at all. These souls are almost in the same posture. Whether sitting on the seat or standing, they all hang their heads extremely low, staring motionlessly at the feet. A hundred souls maintained this posture, looking gloomy. Even the four guards from our polling bureau felt a little bit scared when seeing this scene.

Among these souls, I suddenly saw a familiar figure. The body of this soul was abnormally swollen, and the whole body was wet, dripping water along the hair. If it hadn't suddenly raised its head and glanced at me, I would have almost forgotten this "acquaintance" who had a fate. It seemed to recognize me, and glanced at me, and immediately lowered its head desperately, wishing it could plunge its head into the crotch.

Fatty Sun also noticed my abnormality. He followed my gaze and found the swollen soul. Fatty Sun turned his face to me and said: "Spicy, do you know it? Your friend who drowned before?" He sneered at the soul, and then said to Fatty Sun, "Dasheng, do you remember telling you about my childhood? It was the time when I was almost caught by a water ghost?"

"Is it this buddy? I didn't say, this world is too small!" Fatty Sun looked at me, then looked at the water ghost, paused, blinked at me and said, "Lazi, If you want to do it, just go and do it. I don’t think I have seen it. Don’t worry, Xiong Wanyi and Ximen Lian are also their own. Then we will say that this water ghost wants to jump off the car and escape.

"Understood six, forget it, it's been so many years. Besides, there was no major incident at that time, but it was scared that I didn't sleep well for a few days, and got a pot of dog blood, which stinks for several days. Dare to wash it off. I failed in three final exams that year. I returned home and let my father beat me up. My third uncle stayed with me for a few days, which delayed his chance to enter the military school... You! That water ghost! It's you, don't pretend to be inaudible, come here!" As I said, I remembered the scene of that kind of seeding back then, I was so angry that I itched my teeth and pointed at the water ghost loudly.

The opposite Xiong Wanyi and Ximen Lian were puzzled by my last few sentences. Xiong Wanyi looked at our direction and said, "Spicy, what's the matter with you? Who is this with?" Fatty Sun said for me: "Xiong Don't worry about it, you two, this is Lazi’s personal grudge. And you..." Fatty Sun said, drew out the special swing stick made by the polling bureau, threw the stick out, and pointed to the soul around the water ghost. "Private grievances, it's none of your business. If you don't want to lose your soul, just let it go!"

As soon as Fatty Sun's voice fell, the souls around the water ghost "scream" and spread out, vacating all the places around the water ghost. Fatty Sun leaned into my ear and said: "Spicy, don't move the gun, the bullets are running low, you have to write a report when you go back. Use your dagger, or you can use your stick, don't worry about the number of people, not me, one There are more than a hundred vain ghosts in the carriage, and one or two are missing. I can’t see it.” Looking at the appearance of Fatty Sun, it seems to be more excited than I am. At this time, I seem to be a little bit more difficult to ride a tiger. Originally, I meant to call the water ghost over. Scold it, and kick it again. It didn't do anything to me at the beginning. It is still a vain ghost, which means that this water ghost has not been looking for a substitute for so many years, and there is no serious crime. If you can't commit it, just let it go away.

At this time, the water ghost had slipped from the seat to the ground, and he was half lying on the floor, shaking all over. Fatty Sun is still fanning the flames on the sidelines. He recently liked Wang Yuebo's storytelling. At that time, he came up with a few words: "To solve the hatred, draw the sword and kill the enemy. Lazi, don't be polite, and hello!" said Now, he was behind and gave me a push.

With this push of Fatty Sun, I took a step forward. Before I could make any movement, I heard a familiar voice from the carriage: "Xiao Lazi, Sun Dasheng, what are you two doing?"

Hearing this sound, I knew it was Monk Xiao. I followed the sound and found a small camera and a small built-in speaker on the top of the carriage. The sound came from the small speaker. Fatty Sun made a grimace at the camera, and turned around and said angrily to me: "It's no more. I didn't say that there is a camera in the carriage. I don't know who came up with this idea." Look at his appearance. He thought it was him who was scared by the water ghost.

Fatty Sun and I returned to our seats, and our souls returned to their previous positions. The water ghost was leaning on the seat half-recumbent, still looking at me in horror. I snorted coldly, turned my head out of the window, and suddenly saw something unusual. In the dark scenery, there are several motorcycles passing our train from time to time, and because of the darkness, the motorcycles do not drive fast, that is, they are faster than bicycles. After the train started just now, my attention was focused on the souls in the carriage, and now I realized that our train was driving very slowly. Isn't it a hurry to send these souls to the Yin world? At this speed, it's better to take a bus.

"Lazi, don't look at it. This train is just as virtuous." Fatty Sun smiled as he looked at me. He seemed to have noticed the unusually slow speed of the train. He said that he took out a cigarette and gave me one. Root, he smoked one himself, and vomited a smoke ring. Fatty Sun said slowly, "This is an old antique from the 1950s and 1960s. It has already passed its service life, and it has dragged on for more than 20 years. Carriage. It’s good to run. It’s not like I said. Don’t use it as a high-speed rail."

"Dasheng, weren't you an anti-drug police before? You even know the age of the train, but this railway police doesn't necessarily know it?" I didn't expect Fatty Sun to know the status of the train so clearly. I only realized it at this time. I always told him about my previous things, but he didn't talk about Fatty Sun's past.

Fatty Sun chuckled, glanced at the souls, and said, "When I graduated from the police school, I spent a period of time on the railway. At that time, the treatment of the train driver was much better than that of the police. You know, I don’t have any relatives either. A train driver couldn’t be more suitable. At that time, I wanted to change my job as a train driver. I learned train theory for a few days. Unfortunately, after the internship, I didn’t know how I was picked up by the Drug Enforcement Department. In this way, I'm driving this train if it doesn't work."