Both of them showed their faces in front of Zhao Yulin, especially Zhao Shirui, who was already familiar and couldn't be more familiar, so the two of them didn't go to Zhao Yulin's carriage, but went next door.

Like last night, Fang Buwei decided to wait for the car to leave Nanjing before he started, he wanted to see if Zhao Yulin was playing tricks.

The train began to start, and with the whistle of the steam engine depressurizing, the train moved violently, and there was a loud "bang" in my ears.

As soon as the train started, a passenger standing outside the door was in a hurry, quickly threw away his cigarette butt, and rushed into the carriage with an arrow.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were also a passenger on the bus!" The attendant, a young man, took the ticket handed by the passenger, looked at it, and explained.

"I don't blame you!" The passenger smiled, carrying the suitcase and passing by.

He and Zhao Shirui were holding a ticket in their hands, as if they were looking for which carriage.

The passenger just glanced at Fang Buwei and Zhao Shirui, and handed his ticket to the guard at the door of the carriage.

In his early thirties, his appearance is very ordinary, wearing a suit and vest, looking at the fabric and workmanship, the price should not be low, and then looking at the box in his hand, it is also made of leather.

Just based on his face and dress, Fang Buwei couldn't tell what kind of profession this person was.

But to be able to sit in this carriage, either he has an identity, or the person who bought the ticket for him has an identity.

The operator put away the staircase, closed the door, and locked it.

Fang Buwei stared at the back of the last passenger a few times through the isolation door at the joint, and then at the place where he had stood outside the car before.

There were several new cigarette butts thrown in the ground, which had never been stepped on, and nine times out of ten they were smoked by this one person.

It seems that the person stayed outside the car door for a long time.

Fang Buwei was a little imprinted, when he and Zhao Shirui were looking for the carriage number below, this person was standing here, and it seemed that he was alone at that time.

"What, there's a problem?" Zhao Shirui asked.

"No smoking is allowed in the carriage, so why smoke outside the door?" Fang Buwei asked in a low voice.

"Maybe it's waiting for someone!" Zhao Shirui replied casually.

Looking at his cheerful appearance, where does it look like waiting for someone?

Fang Buwei waited until he was about to turn around and sit down before he withdrew his gaze.

He sat near the other door, a row of seats away from Zhao Yulin.

Behind him is the toilet, which is the worst position in the carriage, and there are so many empty seats, why did this person choose to sit here?

After sitting down, the passenger put the box under his feet, as if he was churning something, and the seat was blocked, so he could only guess that he was digging something out.

It took almost two minutes for the passenger to straighten up, put a book on the table, and put back what he had turned out.

"If you see anything, you have to be suspicious, you are hopeless!"

Seeing that Fang Buwei kept staring at the person who got into the car last, Zhao Shirui shook his head and said helplessly.

Fang Buwei ignored him, and looked at Zhao Yulin again.

Zhao Yulin held a newspaper in one hand and lit a cigarette in the other. But his eyes were not fixed on the newspaper, but over the newspaper and in the carriage.

The two men did not communicate with each other, including eye contact.

But Fang Buwei is still not very relieved.

The last person to get on the bus stayed at the door for too long.

For some reason, Zhao Yulin felt that the uneasiness in his heart was getting heavier and heavier, as if he was about to face a catastrophe.

The trains have already left, why hasn't the observation post shown up yet?

Zhao Yulin was still looking around, and Fang Buwei didn't stop at the passenger who didn't look at him, and the passenger didn't look at Zhao Yulin.

Is it really as Zhao Shirui said, he is a little suspicious?

Fang Buwei was a little skeptical.

After reading a newspaper, Zhao Yulin glanced sideways and saw that the train had left Xiaguan and was about to arrive at Heping Station.

He threw down the newspaper, stretched, got up from his seat, and walked to the door at the other end.

Fang Bu's eyelids jumped.

To be bad!

Two team members saw Zhao Yulin leave his seat, stopped talking, and subconsciously poked his head out a little, wanting to see where Zhao Yulin wanted to go.

Although Zhao Yulin had his back to them, the last passenger to get on the bus was facing the direction of the team members and Zhao Yulin.

If this person is Zhao Yulin's accomplice, he can see the problem at a glance.

A bunch of idiots.

Fang Buwei scolded secretly.

He confessed thousands of times, without orders, resolutely not to move, and couldn't even look at Zhao Yulin, just because he was afraid that Zhao Yulin would be too vigilant and detect the abnormality, but he didn't expect to reveal his stuffing.

But Fang Buwei only saw this passenger, just raised his eyelids and glanced at it, and then put his eyes on the book in his hand.

"The Scream"?

Fang Buwei felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

Zhao Yulin was not in a hurry, walked straight to the junction of the two carriages, opened the door of the bathroom, and seemed to want to go to the toilet.

The passenger in the last row seemed to have an itchy nose, raised his right hand and scratched the tip of his nose, just blocking his mouth.

"Eleven, seventy-nine!"

Fang Buwei heard two numbers from the bugging.

It was definitely reported when this passenger scratched the tip of his nose.

Fang Buwei heard it clearly, Zhao Yulin's breathing paused suddenly, and after entering the toilet, he locked the door before taking a hard breath.

Is the passenger number a code?

It just so happened that the train pulled into Hepingmen Station and was about to stop.

There are three stations from Nanjing to Shanghai, starting from Xiaguan and then passing through Hepingmen Station and Taipingmen Station before leaving Nanjing.

Hepingmen Station is closer to the inner city, no need to go through the city gate, out of the station is the inner city, outside the station is the meridian line that runs through the north and south of Nanjing, directly to the Japanese Consulate General in the west of the Drum Tower.

"Zhao Yulin wants to run!" Fang Buwei pushed Zhao Shirui, "There is only this one door to enter and exit the toilet, but there are also ventilation windows and sewage outlets, you can get out of the car now and take people to keep an eye on these two places......"

Zhao Shirui was taken aback.

No signs at all, huh?

"What about you?" Zhao Shirui asked.

"I'll meet this observation post!" Fang Buwei smiled cruelly.

Observation posts?

Which one?

Zhao Shirui subconsciously glanced at the passenger who had been staring at Fang Buwei.

Fang Buwei's reminder was too sudden, but Zhao Shirui did not raise any doubts, but immediately executed.

He didn't dare to alarm Zhao Yulin's carriage, and then he went to the next compartment and beckoned.

Seven or eight team members in different costumes got up one after another and followed Zhao Shirui out of the car.

The observation post only secretly stared at a few people suspected of being agents in the same carriage, and did not see several people descending from the other carriage.

The team members in this carriage are only responsible for action, and before receiving the order, even if Zhao Yulin jumps out of the car, they will not move.

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