criminal mentality

Chapter 200 Salvation
Number 1141 is a slow train departing from City H. Almost all the stations it passes are small stations, because the price is cheap and the number of passengers is large. There are more than 130 passengers in the car where Nijiamu was just now!

Zheng Tiejun has been a marshal for 10 years. He has caught countless pickpockets and three or five fugitives, but this is the first time he has encountered a bomb.The knowledge about bomb disposal was taught by the teacher when I was in the police academy, and I have practiced it once or twice after graduation, using teaching tools.Although in Zheng Tiejun's view, the design of the bomb on Nigamu's body is simple, a timer is connected to a detonator, explosives are underneath, and two wires are tightly wrapped around Nigamu's body. possible.Although this bomb is simple, the simpler it is, the more troublesome it is. There are only two wires on the timer, one red and one black. Cut the timing wire, the counting will stop, the bomb is safely dismantled, cut the ignition and detonation wire, and the bomb will explode immediately. The lives of more than 200 people in the two carriages were lost!And which line is the timing line, how dare Zheng Tiejun bet?How dare this bomb be dismantled?

Zheng Tiejun, who was sitting in the police station, was sweating profusely, and kept contacting the public security department, asking them to send professionals to dismantle the bomb and stop the train to transfer the passengers!
The location of bus No. 1141 is only 20 kilometers away from the nearest station, but the town to which this small station belongs has only a small police station with five police officers. Where is a suitable place to dismantle bombs?The J City Public Security Bureau, which can send people if conditions permit, is still 300 kilometers away!

Nijiamu had already passed out under the effect of sleeping pills at this time, but even if he fell asleep, his brows were furrowed, and he kept turning over, obviously sleeping extremely restlessly.Zheng Tiejun watched him to prevent him from pressing the bomb, while waiting for the discussion result of the Railway Public Security Bureau.

It was already three o'clock in the morning, and there was 1 hour and 29 minutes left before the countdown to the bomb explosion.The station where Mai Hemu was going to get off was approaching. He was woken up by the flight attendant, packed his luggage, and got off at this unknown station.He didn't care about the strange eyes the flight attendant looked at him.I can’t blame the flight attendant for noticing him. I got on the bus at 2 o’clock and got off after sleeping for more than an hour. Mai Hemuti was dressed in shabby clothes and carried a luggage roll that was as high as a hill. No matter how I looked at it, I looked like a down and out man. Migrant workers, generally dressed like him, will never be willing to spend money to sleep in a sleeper for an hour and a half. The hard-seat carriage will arrive soon, so why bother?Maihemuti also knew that his attire was a little eye-catching, but he spent more time in the bank with Nigamu than he expected. After he came out, he hurried to the station to buy this train. He was in a hurry to leave the latest train from the train station. If he missed this train, he would have to wait another three hours. There were too many variables, and Mai Hemuti dared not wait.

Maihemuti was carrying a large luggage roll, and he stuffed two woven bags of money into a shabby-looking quilt. The paper was actually quite heavy, but Maihemuti was physically strong, and he knew The luggage roll on your back is full of money, so how can it be too heavy?He stood at the exit, looking at the slowly departing train starting again, with a cruel smile on his lips.Let's go, let's go to sleep, in more than an hour, the gift I gave will arrive.Hahahaha, let's all die.

In the end, the superiors decided to let train No. 1141 run at full speed, stop at the small station, and stop directly at Fengning Station, 170 kilometers away, waiting for the bomb disposal team to arrive. More than 300 kilometers away, a police car roared onto the highway and headed towards the direction of train No. 1141. The most elite members of the J city bomb disposal team were sitting in the car.The No. 1141 train was also dispatched by the General Dispatcher of the Ministry of Railways, and it was rushing forward all the way.

Gradually, the train accelerated to a speed of 120 kilometers per hour. One small station passed by, and another small station passed by. The passengers on the train who were about to get off realized something was wrong. The station they were going to arrived passed, but the train did not stop. , but drove faster and faster.Angry passengers found the flight attendant and got an explanation that a passenger on the train was seriously ill and needed to be rushed to a large hospital for treatment.

The passengers cursed inwardly that it was unlucky, but they also understood that their lives were at stake, anyway, they would be sent back in the end, it was just a waste of time, and they sat down and waited obediently.

Zheng Tiejun has been secretly paying attention to the situation outside. Seeing that the slightly agitated passengers have calmed down again, he is deeply relieved. Fortunately, it is night, and there are not many people getting off the bus. These flight attendants don't know the truth, otherwise the panic would spread. , the whole train has nearly 1000 people, it will definitely become a nightmare.

Nigamu in the carriage finally woke up just now. He cried and called for help, and wanted to tear off the bomb on his body, which scared Zheng Tiejun so much that his soul almost flew away. He quickly stopped Nigamu's movements, but Nijiamu didn't understand. He couldn't understand Zheng Tiejun's words, so he could only keep calling for help in blunt Chinese. Zheng Tiejun had no choice but to hug him tightly to prevent him from moving, He comforted Nijiamu in a low voice.

Although the language was difficult, Nijiamu could feel that Zheng Tiejun was not malicious. After waking up and remembering the fear of a bomb on his body, he finally calmed down, sobbing non-stop, with big drops in his eyes tears fell.Seeing him like this, Zheng Tiejun felt a little distressed.

Just now after Nijiamu slept a little more peacefully, Zheng Tiejun went to the carriage where he found him and asked. People sitting near Nijiamu said that the child was following an elderly man, but the old man was alone. They got off the car many hours ago, and they didn't see the child afterwards, thinking that they got off the car together, but they didn't know about it.

Zheng Tiejun felt sorry for the unknown child, so he staggered out to ask for help. This appearance clearly indicated that the Uighur child could only be a poor victim.As a marshal, Zheng Tiejun should be vigilant and told him that the bomb on the child this time must have something to do with the last case. When he found the child, Zheng Tiejun reported that he was a Uyghur I went up, but the top priority is to save the lives of the passengers on the 1141 train and the child. Other things can only be considered after the bomb is defused.

The speed of 120 kilometers per hour is already the limit of ordinary trains, but when the first digit of the countdown turned to zero, Zheng Tiejun couldn't help being anxious. He sincerely hoped that the train would go faster, and that there would be 29 minutes left before the explosion. , The train is only 40 kilometers away from Bongning Station, and the bomb disposal team has already got off the expressway, and it is only 20 kilometers away from the station.

Along the railway line, countless trains avoided 1141 times, making way for everyone on board.Finally, 10 minutes before the explosion, train No. 1141 arrived at Fengning Station. Before the train stopped, Zheng Tiejun opened the door, rushed down with Nigamu in his arms, and put him on the police who had been waiting on the platform. On the prepared stretcher car, transport it to the car.

Looking at the police cars driving farther and farther, Zheng Tiejun couldn't put his heart back in his throat. The countdown on the bomb hadn't stopped yet. 1141 times were safe. He was safe, but his colleagues and that poor child were still alive. Not safe!Zheng Tiejun stood still, until the police car could no longer be seen, he still did not move. 10 minutes, 600 seconds, fleeting.Zheng Tiejun has been standing, waiting, he sincerely does not want to hear the sound of explosions in the distance.

"Boom..." There was a muffled sound in the distance, Zheng Tiejun shook his body, and rushed towards the direction of the car like crazy, but after a few steps, he was heard by the walkie-talkie. The call stopped: "Report, the bomb disposal team successfully detonated the bomb, no casualties, repeat, the bomb has been successfully detonated, no casualties, please instruct!"

There were no casualties. These were the most pleasant words that Zheng Tiejun had heard in his 30-plus years of life. He let out a long sigh of relief and returned to the train. As the train pulled out slowly, Zheng Tiejun saluted in the direction of the police car leaving outside the window, then turned around and went to inspect the carriage that he had to patrol countless times every time.

Maihemut, who lives in a small hotel near the station, has never slept. When he took out his mobile phone to check his watch for the fifth time, he smiled.The scheduled explosion time has come, and it is estimated that it will not be long before he can see another success of his masterpiece on TV.In this world, there is nothing more joyful than seeing others in pain, right?Maihemut turned on the TV, tuned to the city's news station, and waited for a good show. 1 minute, 10 minutes, an hour passed and nothing.Maihemut couldn't believe his eyes, he searched all the TV stations, nothing, nothing.

It appears to have failed.Maihemut lay down on the bed slumped. If the bomb exploded successfully, the government would not be able to cover up such a big train accident. After all, there are so many people on the train, who can control so many mouths?He closes his eyes and relaxes, it doesn't matter, as long as he has money and money, he can always find opportunities.sleep……

Wen Mo has been digging deep into the old stories of Maihemuti in J City, and only after waking up in the morning did she know what happened last night.When the bomb disposal team saw the bomb, they knew that the bomb could not be dismantled. If two wires were cut correctly, a carload of people would live.So they had to connect long and long wires to the two original short wires, then cut the original short wires, rescued Nigamu, and spent the remaining 50 minutes driving to a shallow pit where there was no one to drop the bomb. went in.No casualties, perfect ending.

Buy Hemuti's masterpiece!Wen Mo angrily rushed into the Office of the Chief of Urban Management, and the other party saw her frowning.Wen Mo didn't wait for him to speak, and asked sharply: "In the early morning of this morning, a human bomb was found on the passenger train No. 1141 departing from City H. Although the police detonated the bomb at the last moment and saved everyone. This time, the police stopped the train in time. Now, what about next time? Next time? Can we be so lucky every time? If you don’t tell the truth again, the lives you kill after buying Hemuti will be counted on your head!”

(End of this chapter)