Far away in Moscow

Chapter 35 Descends from the sky
There wasn't much room to dodge in the carriage, and the skinny man was caught off guard. He was kicked and staggered a few steps back to the edge of the platform. He hurriedly reached out to hold the door frame, and rushed back screaming strangely.Immediately afterwards, Hu Yi's arms lightened, his supporting feet were tripped severely, and he fell to the ground crisply, and was immediately surrounded by bald heads who rushed up.

Oh shit!To be finished!Hu Yi had lost the terrain advantage of the corner at this moment. He struggled to get up several times, but was kicked down repeatedly, so he had to curl up on the floor.He looked at the platform that was close at hand but out of reach through the cracks of people, and instantly remembered what happened to little Gu Juji, and remembered the terrified story of a Vietnamese female student: "The skinheads beat him for more than a dozen stops, and he didn't wait until the end." give up."

This station is also far away from the finish line, is there still a chance to escape?When Hu Yi was distracted for a while, he was hit hard on the face by something, which made him dizzy and his ears were buzzing.Fortunately, the train hadn't moved at this time, and there were people coming and going on the platform. The skinheads didn't dare to be too unscrupulous. They just surrounded him in the middle and waited for the train to leave the station before hitting hard.

My mind is a little numb.Taking advantage of this moment of calm, Hu Yi reached out to wipe away the nosebleed, and looked up.Due to the backlight, he couldn't see the faces of the people around him clearly, only the two car doors had begun to close.

"The car door is about to close," the female announcer's voice sounded again: "Next stop, Lubyanka." Hu Yi moved his arms to block a big leather shoe falling on the bridge of his nose, shrunk his body subconsciously, and watched the car door There is only a palm-width gap left.

Just when he was in despair, a person suddenly emerged from the crowd on the platform, rushed up and rushed towards the train, with both hands tightly grasping the door that was about to be closed.

In the following years, whenever Hu Yi recalled that thrilling experience, he could always immediately think of the figure who threw himself at the car door regardless of his own safety.

"At that moment I thought it was a hallucination," he said.

But what you see is not an illusion.The train doors were blocked and could not be closed, and reopened after just a few seconds with the sound of a beeping alarm.Hu Yi looked tremblingly, the person outside the door had a square face, wearing a police uniform, a cotton police cap on his head, one hand on the holster around his waist, and the other pointing at the bald man inside the car party.

He was a little short in stature, but the dazzling incandescent lights on the top of the platform shone from behind him, leaving a tall silhouette in the eyes of Hu Yi who was slumped in the carriage.

"Police! Don't move! Turn around! All!"

The skinheads obediently raised their hands and turned around slowly, revealing Hu Yi on the ground.The policeman was not very old, and seemed to be quite afraid of the situation in the car. He didn't step into the car, but waved vigorously at Hu Yi who was on the ground: "Come here! Come out!" But he kept staring at the skinhead .

Hu Yi felt an indescribable excitement, as if he had stumbled and fell in the sky, but when his head was about to hit the ground, someone grabbed his ankle, and hurriedly got up and walked out of the carriage.

The policeman turned his head slightly and whispered a few words to the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder strap, and soon two more policemen rushed through the crowd.One of them guarded the car door with the previous man, and another policeman with a mustache stood beside Hu Yi. Seeing the blood on his face and clothes, he couldn't help but sighed and shook his head.

At this time, the conductor of the train also discovered the abnormal situation, and immediately started emergency procedures, and the entire red line of the Moscow Metro temporarily stopped running.Hu Yi was shocked for a while, coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, turned his tongue around in the mouth to confirm that the teeth were not loose, and moved his body to feel that all the bones and joints were normal, so he was relieved.

He stretched out his hands to straighten his hair, and looked into the train with his hips crossed.The skinheads lazily raised their hands and shook their heads, looking indifferent.The old men and women in the carriage complained passionately to the police about the atrocities of the skinheads; the young people cast sympathetic glances at Hu Yi; It was complaining that the train stoppage wasted their precious time.

This is a transfer station in the city center, and the surrounding police force is relatively sufficient.Seeing that the police arrived one after another, Hu Yi immediately became more courageous, and forgot all the embarrassment of being beaten with his head in his arms just now, and the grievance in his heart suddenly broke out, pointing at the bald head in the carriage and yelling: "Fakeyou! Fuck you! Go to hell! The son of a bitch, Sugabria!...Babaga! " The curses of various countries and countries in his stomach spewed out of his mouth, and the fragrance gathered for a while , the mustache policeman next to him was dumbfounded.

The bald man standing at the front shrugged indifferently, and pointed his middle finger at him.Hu Yi waved angrily: "Come on, come out! You and me! One on one!"

With a bald head and a disdainful smile, he turned his face away.The mustache policeman grabbed Hu Yi and pointed to his nose: "Oh, stop shouting, you're bleeding here, wipe it off."

Hu Yi cursed, and the pent-up anger in his heart disappeared a little. He took out toilet paper from his pocket and stuffed his nostrils. He raised his face and calmed down for a while, and said to Mustache, "Thank you, I'm going home."

"Don't, wait a moment." Mustache reached out to stop him: "Come back to the game with us to make a record."

The police station is located in an old two-story building on the side of the street.Getting off the airy police car, Hu Yi went to the toilet to wash his face carefully, and then looked in the mirror: there was basically no injury to the vital parts, only a few blood marks were kicked on the forehead, two cuts were made on the corners of the mouth and the bridge of the nose, and the cheeks were broken. There are slight bruises, and there are large blood stains and countless footprints on the clothes and pants.

A narrow escape, a damn close escape.It wasn't until he stepped into the police station just now that the nerves that had been tense for a long time were completely relaxed.Hu Yi was quite satisfied with his self-protection work in the subway. He imitated Tang Bohu played by Zhou Xingchi and hummed in a low voice: "Fortunately, I tried my best to protect my face, so my handsome appearance was preserved..."

After only singing a few lines, Hu Yi was short of breath for a while, feeling exhausted all over his body, and his head was dizzy.He coughed a few times, rested for a while with his hands resting on the wash basin, and walked out of the bathroom slowly.

"How do you feel?" The mustache policeman looked concerned.

"It's okay." Hu Yi said with a stiff smile, "I'm very tired and want to go home and sleep."

Mustache patted him lightly on the shoulder: "No problem, you can go home after finishing the transcript."

"But I... don't speak Russian very well." Hu Yi flattened his mouth: "I'm a freshman in preparatory school, and I just came to Moscow not long ago."

"Oh, see. What language do you speak?"

"Chinese."

"Well, of course. Is there any more?"

"English is okay too."

Mustache took off his hat and stroked his hair: "Wait a minute, I'll find someone who can speak English."

This police station is full of talents. Several male and female police officers on duty can speak French, Italian, Spanish and German respectively, but none of them can understand English.Mustache asked around and led Hu Yi into an empty room: "The one who can speak English is not here. I have already called him to come over as soon as possible. Please wait a little longer."

The room is not big, the floor and furniture are very old. At first glance, it looks like a military office in a World War II movie, but it is still clean and tidy.Hu Yi dragged a chair and sat down, leaning on the back of the chair exhaustedly, recalling the scene in the subway.But at that time, he hugged his head almost the whole time, and he didn't even see the other person's face very clearly, so he really didn't have much to recall.

The countermeasures are too conservative, too conservative, why not fight back!Hu Yi secretly regretted that he didn't give it a go: I should have punched the opponent first, then gave an iron elbow behind me with a backhand, and then kicked up, and then...then...well, no, I should adjust the order.

He directed and acted the scene just now several times in his mind according to the routine of Jet Li's kung fu movies. Before he knew it, half an hour had passed, during which only a policeman looked at him several times At present, no one came in to talk to him at all, as if he had forgotten that there was still someone sitting in this room.

The Russians are unreliable in doing things.Hu Yi was a little annoyed, and thought again: But thanks to the policeman who saved me today.Otherwise, hey, I don't know if I'm still alive right now.

After thinking about it for a while, a strong tiredness hit him. He yawned a few times, closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps.The big leather shoes looked extraordinarily heavy on the old wooden floor.

Hu Yi opened his eyes in a daze, and a Russian man with a neatly parted hair hurried in through the door, wearing jeans and a leather jacket, he looked less than 30 years old.They split their heads and rushed to Hu Yi's side, sat on the table with half of their buttocks and looked at him: "Chinese?"

"Yes."

"student?"

"Yes."

"Speak English?"

"know a bit."

After reading Hu Yi's ID separately, he leaned over and said in fluent Russian English: "Tell me what happened in the subway."

Hu Yi used both English and Russian to describe what happened to him. Although the grammar was messed up and he had to look up the dictionary when he encountered a word he didn't know, he finally gave an overview of what happened after all the bumps.

After listening with frowning, they walked back and forth quickly in the room a few times, took out a pen and paper from the drawer and put it in front of Hu Yi: "Listen, I need you to write what you just said into an indictment."

"What is it?" Hu Yi didn't understand.

"The indictment is used to sue them." They explained separately: "Court, court, judge, understand?"

"Oh, accuse." Hu Yi nodded, hesitantly said: "But I don't intend to sue them, I just want to go home quickly."

The separate throats moved, and they walked up to Hu Yi and put their hands on their hips: "Listen, the police can't hold them accountable for this kind of case. You can only file a complaint in court yourself."

"They beat people in the Moscow subway, and the Moscow police can't handle it? That's your problem." Hu Yi didn't know anything about the judicial process that the branch said, and only thought that he was shirking responsibility.Moreover, this man was talking like a jerk, far from being as friendly as a policeman with a mustache, so his tone became blunt unconsciously: "I have an injury on my body, and I have been sitting here for more than half an hour. Now I am tired and hungry, and I have no energy. Writing, just want to go home and sleep."

(End of this chapter)