Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 127 Train Murder Incident

But what does this have to do with me?

I hit Hatch, and in the sight of the young woman who was so angry that she was about to explode, I calmly took out my mobile phone and took advantage of the moment before the train started that the Internet speed was still good to play my favorite game offline.

The train started quickly, and I played a few games. The train stopped at a few stations, and here came a slightly bloated aunt, a muscular middle-aged man, and a frail, lanky man.

At this point, this compartment is full of people.

The aunt among them was very talkative. Perhaps because of her poor legs and feet, she did not choose to climb up to the upper bunk immediately. Instead, she chose to sit at the end of my bed for a while and gave me some pancakes from her own stall until I went to bed. At that moment, the train all turned off the lights in the carriage, and then I climbed back into the upper bunk on my side.

There was only the faint light from the aisle lamp in the entire compartment, which made people drowsy.

I played with my phone for a few hours and felt a little dizzy, so I relaxed a little and took a light nap until——

A drop of cold liquid fell on my face, waking me up.

The moment the liquid dripped, I smelled a fishy smell on the tip of my nose.

That smell is all too familiar to me, it's blood.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and what I saw was a large blood-red stain on the wooden board.

The blood on my face was the result of a large amount of blood spilling through the wooden boards after death.

Someone died.

The person who died was my upper bunk, which was also the middle bunk on my side.

It couldn't be the upper bunk on this side, otherwise it would be impossible not to find such a large amount of blood on the middle bunk.

An idea flashed in my mind, I took a deep breath, turned over, and screamed loudly.

My voice is not actually very sharp, but at two or three o'clock in the night, it still travels a long way.

The young woman who had always disliked me was the first to be awakened by me, and then she muttered dissatisfiedly:
  "I'm sick! What time is it?!"

"How educated are you at night? Why would you call me that!"

I was too lazy to pay attention to her and shouted loudly and numbly:
  "There's blood, a lot of blood!"

I yelled several times, and someone realized something was wrong and immediately turned over to check on me.

The tall and thin man climbed down from the middle berth on the opposite side in the dim light, with a kidney-deficient face. Before he could reach me, he was completely shocked by the situation on the middle berth on my side, and his feet went soft. , I lost my balance and almost fell on me:
  "He's dead! Why is this man dead!?"

"Someone is coming! Someone is dead!"

His voice was much louder than mine. In an instant, all the sleepy people were shouted out. Even a few people who had stayed up all night came from the next cubicle to look at us. Case.

I took advantage of the situation and pretended to be scared. Without wiping the blood on my face, I stood up and left my bed. Standing in the aisle, I could clearly see the appearance of the middle berth.

Blood, lots and lots of blood.

There were so many that it completely dyed most of the thin quilt on the middle bed red, leaving only a few snow-white corners.

I couldn't see what was going on inside the quilt, but looking at the amount of bleeding, it was estimated that the wound would be quite large.

The scene was chaotic. The police officers on the train arrived quickly and drove away the people who were looking outside the carriage to check out the excitement and take videos. Then they called the people in the original carriage back to their own carriage.

In order to report the situation, a seasoned police officer immediately boldly lifted the quilt of the man in the middle bunk to check the situation.

And at that glance, I completely saw how the migrant workers in Zhongpu died——

Dismember the body.     Furthermore, it is dismemberment in the true sense.

The clothes on the man's body were still intact, but even the flesh had been cut into pieces no longer than an arm's length.

From my perspective, the cutting surfaces between the various pieces of meat on the man were very smooth, completely unlike anything that could be done with a normal knife or axe.

As for this level of cutting, no one in the entire carriage heard the sound at all.

Even a scream.

The old police officer obviously thought of this, and focused on asking everyone if they had heard any noise. Then he pointed at me, who was the first to discover the situation, and asked:

"How did you find the body?"

I told the story of the blood dripping on my face exactly as it was, and blamed the discovery of the body on the tall and thin man on the opposite side of the body.

The tall and thin man seemed to be quite frightened, and was confused for a moment:
  "Officer, I really didn't hear any movement at all. I fell asleep very early and didn't wake up until I heard this girl's voice."

The tall and thin man scratched his head, glanced at everyone present, and finally stopped at the muscular man, and asked timidly:

"Why is this man sleeping like this?"

"How much strength does it take to make someone do this?"

When he saw the muscular man, he immediately raised his fist as big as a sandbag:
  "Damn it, you're looking at me and saying how much strength it takes to kill someone, are you talking about me!?"

"You idiot, you didn't even think about it. Didn't you see that the dead people were broken into pieces? What can people do there?!"

The muscular man's words were rough and rude, and those who heard these words were somewhat silent for a moment.

The short and fat lady suddenly knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together, and kept praying towards that place:

"Having done evil, I knew I shouldn't have taken this train."

"My father fought in the war and told me that this train was the train that used to transport coal to the Japs. Many people died trying to capture this line in the past."

"When I look at this man's wounds, they look like they were cut with a big knife. The car must be unclean, causing the innocent soul to seek his life!"

The short, fat lady jumped up and kowtowed to the iron floor. Although the young woman turned pale with fright, she still curled her lips in disdain when she saw the other party like this:
  "If I look at it, there are no gods or ghosts!"

"Let me ask you, did you all start to feel sleepy in the middle of the night? Someone must have drugged us in the carriage, knocked everyone out, and then moved their hands. Isn't that what happens in TV dramas? "

I was a little speechless, so I interrupted appropriately:

"Even if you are not drugged, normal people should start to feel sleepy in the middle of the night."

"And it's easy to kill people, but it's difficult to chop off bones. Hasn't my sister killed chickens at home? It takes a lot of strength to chop off chicken bones, let alone human ones."

"If you stun the people in our carriage, can you also cover the ears of the two adjacent carriages? Or will the whole train be stunned together? Is this feasible?"

The young woman choked at me, her face suddenly turned red, and she said sternly:

"Are you just trying to pick a fight with me?!"

"Didn't I just make a guess? What do you mean by saying so many words to block me? Who do you think you are, a country bumpkin? How dare you talk about me?!"

　After buying and selling, who is the murderer?

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)