Of course, you can't go too far to play with the little wife, so when Situ Qinglang was about to eat to the end, he finally found out in conscience again, and ordered something that tasted good before for sweetheart for her to eat.

Sweetheart is almost annoying him!

This kind of mood is like riding a roller coaster, this nasty guy doesn't understand it at all, he just enjoys the feeling of bullying himself!

Despite this, the sweetheart was still extremely satisfied, and he was able to give full play to the amount of food he ate, which stunned Situ Qinglang.

The two of them came out of Daoxiang, and the time was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sweetheart wanted to go to Temple Street for a stroll, so Situ Qinglang carried the ten boxes of double skin milk packed in the store and took her with her resignedly.

There are a lot of fortune tellers on Temple Street, and Sweetheart learned to be obedient this time, so she carefully avoided it and picked a small shop to go in.

It was more than eight o'clock in the evening, and the sweetheart was tired of shopping, and finally wilted listlessly.

"Want to go back?" Situ Qinglang scratched her nose, and his doting feelings were overflowing.

"Sleepy—" Sweetheart yawned, her body consumption was so great last night that she still had a sore back.

"You don't always have a chance to sleep when you go back to the hotel. Situ reminded her darkly.

"Please, don't be so intense tonight, you still have to go to class tomorrow, pay attention to your body!" Sweetheart hurriedly cleared herself.

Situ Qinglang carried his things and took his sweetheart to take the subway. They are now located at Mong Kok Station, and they only need to take three more stops to reach Tsim Sha Tsui Station, because of the proximity, so when Sweetheart offered to take the subway, Szeto Ching Lang did not object.

Sitting on the Tsuen Wan Line, the sweetheart obediently leaned on Situ Qinglang's side, there were many people in the carriage, they were close to the rear end of the car, and the sweetheart whispered to Qinglang: "Hong Kong's nightlife is too rich, there are so many people!"

"There are many people underground, and there are many people on the ground. Situ Qinglang wrapped his arms around her shoulders and replied casually.

"Have you ever heard of a supernatural incident about the subway? It's an advertisement for the Beijing-Kowloon Railway in Hong Kong in '93," Sweetheart said mysteriously in a low voice.

Situ Qinglang was immediately helpless, and he knocked on her head: "Are you stupid? You yourself said that the Beijing-Kowloon Railway is a train, not a subway, so don't scare people here." ”

Sweetheart reacted with hindsight, and immediately stuck out her tongue in the red face - Emma is so stupid!

Yau Ma Tei stood up, got off some people, and got some people up. This is a relatively concentrated place in Hong Kong's business district, and the flow of people is naturally large.

The train started again, and Sweetheart swayed with the rhythm, unconsciously closing her eyes tiredly, and suddenly, an extremely sharp noise sound came from the train broadcast, and there was a "zi-" sound, almost bursting Sweetheart's eardrum!

Situ Qinglang subconsciously raised his hand to cover her ears, and many people in the carriage were frightened, looking at the megaphone on the top of the carriage in confusion.

Situ Qinglang frowned, and an indescribable feeling suddenly surged in his heart, and he stared cautiously at the megaphone, listening to the sound of radio waves coming from inside. Sweetheart is anxious and thinks - what's going on, it's not going to fail, right?

"What's going on?" she asked aloud.

"I don't know, it could be a failure of the broadcast system, don't worry. Situ Qinglang comforted her and said.

However, before the comfort could last a few seconds, a sudden audition voice came from the loudspeaker: "Hey, can you hear me? Guys in the subway car, can you hear me?"

Situ Qinglang's face immediately changed, the person who spoke was in the local language of Hong Kong, and this was not the tone of the subway staff, he tightened his sweetheart and continued to listen.

"Congratulations to all the passengers on the Tsuen Wan Line, because you are on a death train—" A sinister laugh came from the loudspeaker, which immediately caused everyone in the carriage to stir.

Sweetheart didn't understand a word, but seeing Situ Qinglang's face suddenly change suddenly, she faintly sensed something wrong, so she asked cautiously, "Qinglang, what is he talking about?"

Situ Qinglang raised his hand to interrupt her, and listened to the person in the loudspeaker continue: "There are about 15 minutes left, and this train will drive to the final destination, Central Station, but there is an explosive on the car, and it is among you." ”

As his words fell, a scream erupted in the crowd, and Situ Qinglang suddenly realized that this was a large-scale hijacking terrorist incident, and the other party should have used network hackers to invade the MTR's subway control center, cut off the original subway broadcast system, inserted his own signal, and played this voice.

Here's the trouble.

As if knowing that the passengers would erupt into a commotion, the person in the loudspeaker suddenly shouted, and the crowd fell silent for a moment, which made Situ Qinglang have a momentary illusion, could this panic creator see the behavior in the carriage?

No, not necessarily, maybe it's just a tape, but anyone with some psychological knowledge can guess that there will be such a reaction at the scene, and he must be creating chaos for the Hong Kong Police Station to cover up people's eyes.

The voice of the megaphone continued, and the person inside said: "Rest assured, this bomb is not a time bomb, but a bomb controlled by a balancing device, and it is placed in the hands of a lady, a long purple box, yes, the color of a redbud flower."

"You need to face the balance bomb, that is, if the young lady with the bomb among you is not paying attention, her hand will shake...... But I hope that doesn't happen and that will be about 12 minutes away, so please pray that you will be blessed by God before the train reaches the end of the brakes. Good luck guys!"

The crowd erupted in screams again, and the loudspeakers grew quieter and quieter. At this time, the subway had already entered Jordan Station, but it did not stop, which made everyone realize that what the man said was true.

"Qinglang, what the hell is going on?" Sweetheart looked frightened at the panicked and crying expressions of the people around her, and asked tightly grasping the corner of Situ Qinglang's clothes.

Situ Qinglang didn't expect that he could actually encounter this kind of thing about winning the lottery, the other party said it at a glance, he basically ruled out the possibility of being a prank, damn it, how could this kind of bloody thing that only appears in TV dramas, movies and novels fall on his head?

"There's a bomb on this car. He frowned and looked around.

Sweetheart was stunned instantly, really, really, really, really a bomb, would that explode?

Situ Qinglang pondered for a moment, and felt that the most important thing at the moment should be to find the bomb, and then try to destroy its explosive device, if it is really as the man said, the bomb is activated by the balance device, then now the train should be moving at a constant speed to the end, once it stops at Central, it will inevitably destroy the balance device, and sure enough, as he said, the time left for them is only 12 minutes.

(l~1`x*>+``+