The conductor is indeed dead.

The cab, guarded by thick steel plates and bulletproof glass, was covered in blood, and a round hole was left in the glass directly in front of the cab, and the faint smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood was almost unrecognizable.

"What's that...... Actually, I'm just a student of railroads...... The kind of ...... that hasn't graduated yet"

The young man, who felt that the situation was safe and spontaneously followed up with the intention of making a move, was instigated after the cab was opened, and in the face of the blood, the childish boy vomited directly. His seat was in the front of the carriage, and he was lucky not to be a witness to the bloodshed that took place in the second half of the train.

In this big boy's understanding, the scenes of the bloodshed are nothing more than those "bah!", "ah!" and the like in the TV series, and he fell down when he was shot, and there was a little more red on his chest.

He sat down in front of the cab, his legs struggling irregularly on the ground, drawing semicircles with his heels, and looking like he was epileptic.

"Huh. ”

Mo Xie snorted, he didn't say much, after all, a conscientious college student who saw such a bloody scene, he could not faint directly It was already very embarrassing.

Besides, there are more than one or two people who follow up spontaneously or instigated.

"Shhh

Mo Xie carefully probed with his sense before stepping into the cab, and he pulled up the body of the conductor who was slumped in the seat, the latter had a hole-sized hole in his chest, and there was no blood flowing out at the moment.

There were no suspicious objects left at the scene that killed him, and the weapons that came from outside the train evaporated after piercing the bulletproof glass and the conductor's body, and nothing was done superfluously, not even the seat backrest behind the conductor was not broken by the way.

Mo Ye's face was cloudy, and the weapon that caused all this gradually overlapped with the blue light in his mind.

The train stopped with normal braking, which means that the conductor should still be alive at the point when the train stopped.

He was killed only after the car stopped, so why kill him?

That kind of blue light, Mo Xie asked himself if he was afraid that he would not be spared, the other party could completely take his life, but why did he have to go to such great lengths to make a large string of moths?

"Are you trying to capture me alive?"

The sky outside the window was already dark, and the only light was sprinkled from the western horizon, inexplicably, Mo Ye remembered that rainy night, the siege like catching turtles in the urn.

In his mind, he already had a conjecture.

"Who's going to drive?"

Mo Xie walked out of the cab carrying the train captain's body, and he asked.

There are at least 20 people standing outside the cab, from white-collar workers with only experience in driving cars to veteran drivers who open warehouses all year round.

"Vomit ......"

"Ah......h

In the face of the miserable death of the train conductor, the twenty or so men standing in the aisle knelt directly half, and the remaining few people also had muscle twitching symptoms on their faces, only a young man leaned against the inner wall of the carriage, although his face was a little pale, but he did not shy away from looking at Mo Xie and the body in Mo Ye's hands.

Mo Ye looked at him, and suddenly, he realized that this young man was his 'acquaintance'.

Isn't this the glasses man who was strangled by Qin Wuming's neck and lifted up?

"Are you okay?"

There is nothing to say about this young man's courage and righteousness Mo Ye, this is definitely a commodity who is not afraid of death, Mo Ye is just worried about his driving ability.

This guy looks younger than the college student who had a 'sheep madness' before, presumably, he is also the kind of guy who 'didn't graduate', right?

"I'll try. ”

There was nothing to say, there was hardly a trace of blood on the young man's pale face, but there was not a hint of tremor in his voice.

"It's worthy of the guy who triggered the 'unicorn arm'......"

Inexplicably, Mo Xie believed this young man.

He got out of the way behind him to the cab.

The young man propped himself up from the inner wall of the carriage, and walked into the cab with a slight stagger, and when he passed by Mo Ye's side, he said a word in an inaudible voice.

"Thank you. ”

Was this thank you because Mo Xie had saved his life earlier, or was it because Mo Xie trusted him at the moment?

Mo Xie bowed slightly, which was a response to the young man.

The two who staggered by each other didn't notice each other's eyes.

There was a hint of deep thought in Mo Ye's eyes.

In the eyes of young people, there is outright fanaticism.

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"Have you chosen a place to bury your bones...... Southern Xinjiang is really a good place......"

On the top of the green mountain, among the white clouds, the chess game on the stone table in the pavilion is scattered, white and black, entangled and fighting, and there is a golden iron horse standing between square inches.

Zhou Xinyan sat in front of the pavilion, and rarely, he was wearing plain clothes.

The chess game in the pavilion is the endgame left by the Venerable Master Chase playing against him, he holds the black son, and the Chase Master holds the white piece. On the chessboard, the sunspots are aggressive, and the whites are already declining. As long as there are no more than 20 hands, Zhou Xinyan can win.

Now, no matter how good he is, he can't win this chess game.

"Report! Ancestor! Everything has been arranged!"

A flash of black rushed up from the bottom of the mountain, and in an instant, an additional figure appeared in front of the pavilion, bowing and saluting, and spit out the words in his mouth without hurry.

"Got it. ”

Zhou Xinyan's voice was very indifferent, not containing joy or anger, and the reporter didn't dare to raise his head, but just stood quietly in front of the pavilion, respectful, as if his job was a waiter in a five-star hotel.

"Ancestor?"

After waiting for a stick of incense, he still didn't get a response, so he raised his brow slightly and glanced towards the pavilion.

The pavilion is still the same pavilion, and the chess table is still the same chess table, but the people in the pavilion are gone, and the chess pieces on the table have disappeared.

Zhou Xinyan had already left, and he took away the chess pieces on the table, and this series of actions was not even noticed by his cultivation.

Suddenly, his heart shook dramatically.

"Does this old guy have to break out of the Jindan realm?"

The mountain wind blew in his ears, and the man standing in front of the pavilion straightened his waist. Looking up, there is a sky outside the clouds, and the half-moon has climbed into the sky.

He frowned, as if he had a big trouble in his heart and it was difficult to get rid of it.