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[I wrote a manuscript of 5,000 words and was pushed by myself, because not only did I feel that the plot was too delayed, but I also dropped my IQ a little. It's time to overturn the rewritten plot.,It's a little late.,Sorry to all readers.。 】

"When a person gains something, he often loses something"

Wen Lang, the director of the Public Security Bureau of the Fourth District of Wolan, showed an intoxicated face, leaning on the leather sofa, muttering words like chicken soup for the soul.

Gently blowing the tea in his hand, and then drank it all, the fragrant tea flowed through his throat, and a gurgling swallowing sound sounded in the quiet room.

The door to the "touch" office was pushed open from the outside, and a female policeman ran into the office in a panic from the outside, Wen Lang frowned and looked at the woman in front of her.

"Xiaohu, I don't know what's going on in such a hurry? Entering without knocking is not a lady's behavior. Even if he was displeased, Wen Lang still made his tone appear more calm, which is the bearing he should have as a director.

"Director Wen, out... Something is wrong! The policewoman said anxiously.

"How, exactly? Elaborate, don't rush. Wen Lang said, placing the teacup in his hand on the desk in front of him.

"I received a report that a bus was hijacked by gangsters, and there were many students from an aristocratic private school on the bus," the policewoman took a breath and finished her words.

As soon as these words came out, Wen Lang immediately tied his eyebrows together. The hijacking of a bus is not a trivial matter, and it is even more important with the fact that there are many students above.

As long as the word student is mentioned in any accident, the trouble will be multiplied. What's more, the students this time are still aristocratic schools, something must have gone wrong, and his position as the director of the bureau is definitely the first.

"Whatever happens, I'm on top of it, and you don't have to have any psychological burden. Bring the door shut when you go out, and I'll change my clothes. Wen Lang stroked his forehead and lowered his head, making it impossible to see what his expression was now, but his tone was still so peaceful.

Hearing Director Wen's peaceful voice, the policewoman's anxious heart calmed down inexplicably. Looking up at Wen Lang, who was frowning, he took one last look and walked out.

When she opened the door, she vaguely heard a muffled voice from the director.

Sure enough, although the director didn't seem to be panicking, just to calm himself down, but the director was silently under the greatest pressure?

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Mo Lingnuo leaned back on his seat casually, looking at the scenery in the carriage-

A red fountain.

And the reason why Mo Ling has a seat is also given to her by a kind uncle, although this uncle is holding a metallic gun at them at the moment.

The cause of the incident is also very simple, the bus that Mo Ling and the others got on was hijacked before this, and they were only allowed to get on and off. And Mo Ling pretended not to bring the card before, naturally because he didn't want to get involved in this kind of trouble. It turned out to be an assist by a good teammate.

When the bus started again, perhaps the hijackers needed enough hostages, so they took out the pistols under their suits and stopped pretending to be passengers. Most of the students turned into soft eggs as soon as they saw the guns, and they squatted down and hugged their heads when they were told to squat down and hold their heads, even the little bully who dared to tease the teacher at school.

On the contrary, a student who seemed to be very weak spoke like a hero: "As long as all our passengers are united, a few gangsters are not worth mentioning." The fearless performance made those passengers ashamed, but also aroused the blood of men in their hearts.

Then the heroic student was wiped by the kidnappers and fell to the ground like a dead dog, and now there was a fountain on his neck.

And because the bus window is relatively high, and it is in the process of driving, it is difficult to circulate internal and external sounds. So even if this happened, no one outside noticed it.

But the hero's efforts were not useless, at least after his constant blood gushing out of the car, some pedestrians spotted him and called the police.

As for why Mo Ling could see that something was wrong before, it was naturally because there were too many things that were wrong.

One: The number of people in the car is abnormal.

Two: The car is too quiet.

Three: Obviously, there are still vacant seats before the students get on the bus, but the two big men choose to stand.

Four: Two big men were smoking cigarettes in the car, but no one showed dissatisfaction.

Five: The first four points are all made up. The main reason was because as soon as Mo Ling got on the car, he saw a carriage of nervous people, and a few others showed sympathetic eyes to himself.

Well, textbook fear and restlessness.

- The eyebrows are raised and tightened, the upper eyelids are raised, the lower eyelids are tightened, and the lips are slightly open.

- Touching the neck, forehead, cheeks, and ears from time to time.

- Arms pressed against thighs, fingers erected.

- Self-soothing by stroking your thumb and forefinger.

"yes, I'm sorry, if it weren't for me. You wouldn't be in this dangerous car right now," the glasses girl whispered, as if she felt like she could cry at any moment.

"Well, it's okay" Mo Ling looked calm, as long as she used her ability, no matter how many gangsters of this level there were, it would not be troublesome, how to not reveal her identity.

Of course, if necessary. Even if his identity is exposed, he will use his ability, as for these ordinary people who see their ability, Mo Ling licked his lips.

- I am an inhuman being, is it necessary to pay for my life because of the so-called human nature?

"Bang" It was the sound of metal hitting the plastic, and a man's voice rang out: "What are you two doing, don't think about playing any tricks!" ”

The glasses girl shrank in fear, gave Mo Ling an apologetic look again, and didn't dare to speak again.

And the other bald vest man looked at Mo Ling's calm expression, and his eyes suddenly straightened: "Old... Boss, there are so many hostages anyway, can you pull one to try it? ”

He really wanted to... I wanted to tear this calm mask apart and let her moan and moan under her.

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My name is Zhou Shu, Zhou Zhou, the tree of the big tree, and I am a student of the aristocratic school.

I am different from those glamorous cheap, goods, I was able to be admitted to this school completely because of my hard work. But in other schools, I may be a top student, but in this school I am just a humble person, and I have no other use than to read...

Oh, as if now is not the time to say that, what I want to say is, I'm in for a big deal.

One moment I was using the time on the way home to consolidate the content of the class, and the next moment I encountered something that ordinary people would never encounter in their lifetime - I was hijacked.

Oh, and in this way, it seems that I take myself too seriously. To put it another way, I became one of the many hostages. In this way, I really feel much better.

In the event of a hijacking, my heart is not scared, nor is it fear, although the two words have similar meanings. Watching the gangsters take out their guns, the adults trembled, and my classmates directly turned into puppets in the hands of the gangsters, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.

I stood alone, very conspicuously, and I felt all the eyes of the gangsters focused on me. They have guns in their hands, and with a single touch, they will have an extra blood hole in their bodies.

But at this moment I have no fear of death, I am so humble. If my actions save others, I will die without regrets. If someone needs me, I can do anything.

Then I saw a girl, very delicate, and forgive me for not being able to find an adjective to describe her. She made a look at herself that I don't know how to describe.

But I understood, this girl needs me, these passengers need me, they need a hero to step up and lead them to victory over evil.

No one chooses to be this hero, then I am this hero. I have seen in many books how to deal with this kind of sudden accident.

With regard to gangsters who openly gang up to rob passengers with weapons on trains and long-distance buses, passengers should be resourceful and courageous in fighting against the gangsters.

I shouted, waving my fists like the leader of the Union against the Empire's rebels.

"As long as all our passengers are united, a few gangsters are not worth mentioning."

- I longed for them to respond.

I suddenly felt a feeling of pressure coming from behind me, trying to avoid it, and the next moment, my hair was grabbed out.

To die -

The next moment, my neck was grazed with a sharp knife.

To die -

I could hear the sound of a balloon leaking in my ears, and sticky blood gushing out of the breach.

To die -

I lost my strength and fell towards the car, and at that moment I made a decision to let my body fall in the direction of the door, bringing my wound closer to the crack in the door.

If there is a god in this world, I hope that my blood will give hope to others.

Also, I hope that my death will make others understand that they should not act rashly.

Humble aspirations, nothing more.