199. Nightmare on the train

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the train from Barranquilla to Soacha left the Barranquilla South railway station.

A good-looking man, dressed in a crumpled tunic and high-necked T-shirt, clings to an old-fashioned, age-old handbag tightly between his legs. He took the water cup from the waiter in the train cafeteria and muttered thank you. There were a lot of people on the train, and the VIP cars were full. If someone on the train wants to guess the age of this man, I am afraid that the answer will be diverse, looking at his gray hair, fifty is not certain, forty is also possible.

Mo Lei only highlighted a few strands of gray hair and did not use any makeup. He has come to grasp the essence of makeup, and proper control of facial muscles and body characteristics is far more effective than powdering and using liquid plastics when it comes to showing old and sick appearances. The trick is to force the muscles into place with unusual force, and then move as naturally as possible, using willpower to restrain discomfort, and the resulting expression is very similar to that of an elderly person who is unwilling to accept the torture of aging and illness. He also deliberately tied two layers of cloth around his waist to make his body slightly bloated, and he would always remind himself of the role he was playing now, so that it would not affect his movements.

He and Gao Bing split up, Gao Bing flew directly from the airport in Barranquilla to Bogotá, while Mo Lei planned to take this train and arrive in Soacha after dawn. He would spend the morning in Soacha, where there was a Vaux finance company, the address of which had been obtained, and Mo Lei would go and make a pre-stop to find out what was going on.

It's still 6:10 p.m., and the afterglow of the setting sun is still proudly sprinkled between heaven and earth, dividing the patches into palettes of color Bannan.

The train leaves the densely populated city and then passes through long tunnels and crawls along the outer walls of the mountains, leaving behind the steep passes. The scenery flying outside the car window is a continuous stretch of verdant farms, red houses and white-roofed stone buildings, and the iron-gray mountains in the background. The train climbs a gentle slope, crosses a narrow elevated railway, and traverses a terrifying limestone gorge.

Mo Lei stared at the flashing scenery outside the window, put his hands into the leather bag between his laps, and quickly assembled his pistol: here, as long as you spend money, you can bring a lot of things to the car, and you don't even have to check it.

Ning Boyuan died.

There was also an old man surnamed Qian who was a few minutes away from Ning Boyuan's time of death. This old man surnamed Qian is the president of the Chinese community in the previous term, and he is very prestigious. Although he is old, his temper has not diminished.

The preliminary post-mortem results of the police came out, and all of them were normal deaths. There was no physical damage on the body, bruises, wounds, cuts, abrasions, etc. There were also no petechiae on the eyeballs, ruling out the possibility of strangulation. The coroner also examined the inside of the lips, and if someone covered the victim's face with a pillow and exerted enough force to suffocate the victim, then bruises were generally found on the inside of the lips that were close to the teeth.

The conscientious Officer Charles said that examining the bodies of the elderly was troublesome, and that their skin was already covered with scars, bruises, moles, and broken capillaries, which were marked and calumped by aging. He told Wang Yuwei to send the scraps cut out of the deceased's fingernails to Bogotá for some further testing along with other specimens to see if there were any inconsistencies.

Normal death.

Ning Boyuan was 45 years old and had a myocardial infarction. The old man surnamed Qian belongs to the normal death of old age, and the opinion given is: some functions lead to the death of the human body due to aging and tissue death. The only thing the two men have in common is that the time of death is too close. Ning Boyuan died in the aisle, while the old man died in his chair.

This seemingly unrelated incident is happening in the current context, which has caused the entire Chinese community to start panicking. Wang Yuwei secretly arranged for Geng Yun and others to calm down the turmoil caused by this incident, and he himself did not believe that there was such a coincidence, after all, Ning Boyuan never mentioned the problem of his bad heart, and his wife Jian Mei was completely defeated by the death of her husband after her daughter, and began to go crazy and unable to express her words.

Wang Yuwei wanted Mo Lei to express his worries on the phone, which was also the reason why Gao Bing quickly rushed to Bogota. The first is to know the autopsy results in time, and the second is that it is said that several elderly people are suffering from strange diseases, and Ning Boyuan, who is in charge of sending the autopsy, has not gotten back the test results for a long time, and someone needs to go again to understand the situation from the side. Sheriff Charles also sent He Yibo to the hospital to ask for it, after all, He Yibo can be regarded as Ning Boyuan's cousin, and he must be more serious and responsible than other policemen.

Stuffing the pistol in his bag, Mo Lei was still thinking about this problem.

First of all, it is necessary to exclude the poisoning of heavy metals for a long time, which needs to accumulate and is too slow. No one would pay attention to a down-ending Chinese plantation owner and bother to poison him for a long time, except for his relatives, which was impossible for Ning Boyuan's - he only had his own wife, not even a servant.

Potassium chloride. A bolus of potassium chloride can cause cardiac arrest, and potassium levels in the body are largely unaffected, making it difficult to detect. It is indeed difficult to find a pinhole with a 25-gauge needle.

But you can't do it unless you're on an intravenous drip in the hospital. If potassium chloride is directly advanced into the blood vessel with an ordinary syringe, blood will be sprayed everywhere when the needle is withdrawn, not to mention that Ning Boyuan will definitely struggle.

There is another one, which is succinylcholine, a synthetic poison arrow compound, which cannot move and breathe after poisoning, and no matter how the autopsy is done, it looks like a heart attack. But the death of succinylcholine was extremely terrifying, and Mo Lei still remembered the female killer who died in the hotel in the new district of Barranquilla, and her appearance before death was touching.

And, of course, nicotine, which is a bit bitter but doesn't taste when mixed with something else. It can also be injected, but neither of them smokes. This doesn't make sense.

Charles was also asked if he had tested surface water and groundwater, as differences in water quality could interfere with toxicology screening.

It's all like a mystery, but Mo Lei has already laid all the charges on Vaux's head. Regardless of the next autopsy

What the report is, that's just a statement that the police will close the case.

As the sky darkened, the view outside the window had become blurred, and the train passed through the mountains, and the black mountains flashed through the window like a giant beast, occasionally passing by a quiet village, lit up to indicate that there were still people. Looking at the lights passing in front of him, Mo Lei stopped thinking, thinking about whether anyone was cooking under the lights? Is it a big family? Lively or deserted? Warm or cold? These ordinary people must be very happy to work at sunrise and rest at sunset, repeating the same things and walking the same path every day.

A mother and son sitting next to them began to eat, the child was about 11 or 2 years old, wearing a small black suit and bow tie, looking like a little adult. His mother looked very elegant, with her long, silky hair in a bun at the back of her head, and her long gray velvet dress fitting perfectly, showing off her figure just right. She seemed to be a little worried about disturbing the "old man" next to her, and apologized to Mo Lei politely.

Mo Lei shook his head and smiled, looked at the very delicate tableware of the mother and son, then turned his head and continued to look out the window, sleepiness hit like a tide, and he soon fell asleep.

…… This is a closed stuffy tanker car crowded with many people, and he saw that there were coyote Zhao Lang, Bull Demon King Gao Bing, and Warcraft Zhou Rui in the car, and they were all around him. He also saw the tadpole Chen Like, the big head Meng Zheng, and the bitter master Jiang Chun, everyone was there, the dead and the undead brothers were there, and they were all wearing gray prison clothes.

The heat in the tanker was unbearable, the stench was overwhelming, and the prisoners probably hadn't showered for a long time. Mo Lei couldn't move his limbs, his body was stiff and numb, and it didn't take long for him to faint. When he awoke, he was somewhere else, surrounded by countless prisoners, walking skeletons with shaved heads. But because of this, he didn't recognize his brothers, and they blended in with the group of prisoners in gray prison clothes who paced back and forth on the flat ground.

Mo Lei's heart was empty and uncomfortable, he looked around, all gray everywhere, he was lying alone on the dark green lawn, the kind of grass was very strange, Mo Lei didn't know it, the thin strip of grass blades had hacksaw-like teeth on the edges, and gray and light green flowers slowly rose from among the grass.

"Is it beautiful?"

"Well, it's pretty good." Mo Lei subconsciously replied, there was one more person around him, and his appearance was very familiar, but he just couldn't remember the name, so he simply didn't think about it.

"Burn it with fire, it looks better." The man grinned suddenly, and opened his blood-red mouth, and there were thin streaks of flesh between Bai Sensen's teeth.

Mo Lei didn't pay attention to the prisoner next to him, and reached out to touch the blade of grass, but quickly withdrew his hand, and the blade of grass bit his finger like a living thing. Those flowers also suddenly came to life, surging up from all directions, surrounding Mo Lei.

"Burn it with fire." Chen Like, the tadpole beside him, suddenly said in a low voice.

"Burn it with fire." The big-headed Meng Zheng said with a grin.

"Burn it with fire." The coyote tossed a knife in his hand, and his long, fierce eyes stared at the jumping flowers and blades of grass.

The scene suddenly changed. Mo Lei didn't know what was going on, but there seemed to be a barrier in his mind that isolated his thoughts of exploration. He was worried that his brothers would come with him. Then he looked around—all of them. It was a narrow space, surrounded by flat and smooth walls, black in color that looked like it was made of iron. He couldn't find where the door was, but after thinking about it, everyone was there anyway, and he could always figure out a way.

"It's like a press here." Gao Bing looked up at it with a grin, "If you press it down, you'll die." All dead. ”

Before Gao Bing's words fell, Mo Lei heard the sound of the handle turning, someone was turning the valve, the steel in the direction of the head was creaking and rubbing, and a piece of iron that was straight around slowly descended from the top of his head, and the sound of steel friction was straight to the brain and very harsh, making people want to put their heads in the sleeve.

Mo Lei looked at the brothers around him who were calm and chatting and laughing, and suddenly felt sad, burst into tears, and shouted, "Don't." ”

He opened his eyes and looked around at the quiet carriage. Everyone's eyes were attracted by his shout.

Looking up slowly, Mo Lei nodded and apologized to the frightened little boy beside him, and the mother looked at Mo Lei very strangely, with a complicated look and a little pity.

Mo Lei smiled embarrassedly, he listened attentively, and looked at the lights outside the glass window by the way.

It turned out to be a dream of Nanke. The shrill grinding sound was just the sound of the train braking when it entered a small station.

It's just that his face is wet and cold.

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