The sound of gunfire mixed with the low moans of the deceased could be clearly heard outside the carriage, and little by little through the small window raised from the iron sheet, giving people an indescribable sense of weirdness. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mommy, Mommy......" The boy still hugged his mother tightly and cried quietly, burying his head in the woman's chest, as if it gave him more security.

"It's okay, it's okay......" hugged his child and gently held his back, "Uncle soldier came to save us~"

"Wow." The crying did not stop, but cried even harder, and tears soaked the sleeves of the mother's clothes.

The mother was a little embarrassed, looked around, and saw the young man and girl on the other end of the carriage looking at her, Ma Shan lowered his head again, coaxed in a low voice, held his back, and hugged him tighter.

Seeing the woman notice her gaze and lower her head, Leng Ji no longer looked at her.

Turning his head, he unexpectedly found that the young man next to him was still looking at the mother and son.

"......" opened his mouth in the cold season, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't make a sound, and after a long time, he finally closed his mouth.

"What do you want to say?" Yi Lian didn't turn his head, but he seemed to be able to guess the movements of the cold season.

"Nothing." Frowning, the cold season was a little confused.

looked at the young man in front of him, but he could only watch the pure black hair not be so smooth and obedient to the back of Yi's head.

glanced sideways at Leng Ji, still an incomprehensible look, but it seemed to contain a warning.

It seems to understand what the cold season is thinking.

Pulling the corners of his mouth, Leng Ji didn't know what kind of expression to put on.

Simply ignoring Xiao Yi, Leng Ji looked around, and a dim light came out of the window overhead, vaguely reflecting the people in the carriage.

The crowd was a little bustling, but they no longer screamed like they had just now, and it seemed that the looming gunfire outside relieved them, as if they felt that someone had come to save them. Thinking in this way, even if it is self-deception, the soul can be soothed.

The faint light suddenly flickered, and the sensitive eyes caught it, but no one cared, they lowered their heads and remained silent, trying to hide themselves in the crowd, pretending to be inconspicuous.

Squinting his eyes, as if it were too dazzling, Leng Ji began to look for that light in the dim carriage, and finally, on the left side of the carriage, saw a man holding a piece of broken glass tightly in his hand.

If you didn't look at his hands, you wouldn't have noticed, and he was so nervous about the piece of glass that he could see the reflected light swaying slightly as he trembled.

The light that flickered through the window and over the darkness of the room, and the cold season looked at the people who flashed above.

That's how you see yourself...... At this time of the cold season, it can be determined that Yi is definitely more careful than himself, at least better at observation.

Looking at this thin iron sheet, Leng Ji can't help but wonder if those bullets will pass through this thin layer of carriage and come to him.

I reached out and touched it, and I could clearly feel its vibrations in the cold season. I just don't know if it's because of the shaking of the car, or because of the dead person lying on his stomach.

Another deceased fell on the roof of the car, and even through the window, although it was only for a moment, the cold season saw it, and the hideous veins on its body were pierced by the bullet, leaving a clear bullet mark on the roof of the car

It was like something, floating down through the small window above. Leng Ji wiped his face, as if there was some liquid on it, and when he opened his hand to look again, it was dark black.

He was completely crippled, lying in blood all over the floor, with tears streaming down his face, his eyes staring blankly at the cold season, and the man who stepped on his body held a gun and smiled there at his head.

For some reason, Lao Wang's dead eyes drifted through his mind again.

A sudden brake in front, Leng Ji felt that his whole body collided with the car behind him, a certain part of his stomach seemed to have been hit hard, and the nausea that had just subsided for a long time suddenly rolled over.

Leng Ji immediately covered his mouth, and he didn't know when the smell of blood poured into his mouth.

At this moment, the cold season felt that my stomach was even more uncomfortable.

Yi, who noticed that something was wrong, glanced back, but saw that Leng Ji was sitting there without any difference, just lowering his head and covering his mouth with his hand.

Frowning, Yi didn't speak, and just wanted to shoot Leng Ji, but was interrupted by a sudden gunshot.

Short and piercing, it pierced the air and hit the iron sheet, making a loud noise that echoed through the carriage.

Yi subconsciously thought that he hadn't shot and paused.

I don't know who screamed first, in the carriage, there was a sudden scream, and then I fixed my eyes on the past, and Yi found a man sitting opposite the window bleeding.

His pupils dilated uncontrollably for a moment, and Yi took another look, only to see that a bright red on his chest was slowly spreading.

Looking at the wound from afar, Yi compared the distance from the car window to him and the angle of the car window.

Is this wound at such a distance ...... Sniper Rifle ......

"Wow......" I don't know which woman it is, she suddenly screamed, rubbing the blood on her hand as if she had lost her mind, and frantically shouted "Help, help......"

It was like turning on a switch, interrupting Yi's thoughts and breaking the walls of sanity of the people in the carriage.

"Let me, let me go out......"

"Let me out."

"Help......"

Someone was banging frantically on the car door, crying and laughing, and slamming into the door with all their might.

”……“

"Hah...... Hah"

Some people just sat weakly, looking at the pitch-black roof of the carriage, and tears couldn't stop pouring out.

Or, looking at those people, laughing wildly in the back, laughing and laughing, they were out of breath, tears were coming out, but they were still laughing one after another, which was incomprehensible.

Glancing back at the cold season, it was the same as just now, lowering his head and covering his mouth, but he couldn't sit still, and his other hand, barely holding on to the ground, barely allowed himself to do it.

Yi frowned again, without any hesitation, took out the pistol, opened the safety easily, and slapped it between himself and the girl, the muzzle of the gun outward.

The uncomfortable feeling is heavier, the face is very bad, the sweat on the forehead doesn't know when it actually fell to the ground, and the cold season feels like no matter how hard I try, it seems like I can't sit up straight.

Leaning on the iron sheet, the madness of a group of people in this carriage made Leng Ji feel that his head began to sting, and only the man who was still bleeding was wearing color, and the whole world was gray.

I closed my eyes, stopped looking at them in the cold season, curled up and covered my ears, but I still couldn't stop the sound that burrowed into my ears.

The whole head looked like it was going to crack.

I didn't want to care about it anymore, but in the cold season, I suddenly thought that the shot just now shouldn't have been crooked......

Before he had time to think about it, he fell into darkness.