Dozens of passengers slowly formed a dense wall of people, tightly surrounding me in the center.

I sat upright in my seat and watched them quietly, my face still calm.

It's not about being handsome. It's because it's not appropriate to make any expression now: if I look disgusted, I'm acting too arrogantly, and I'm directly on the opposite side of a whole carriage. If I look panicked, they will think I'm a thief and a cowardly person, and they might swarm me and grab my backpack.

This is a psychological warfare technique, and ordinary people tend to have an instinctive fear of the unknown.

The more I hid my facial expressions, the more I hidden.

They didn't know if I had a murder weapon on me, so I was sure that the strong men wouldn't risk their lives to rush over, but at most they were just trying to show off their so-called masculinity in front of their fellow women.

The passengers all had their eyes locked on the backpack in my hand.

"No... It's really you, right?" Professor Li's voice trembled slightly, and his right foot had begun to move outward. It looked like I was going to stab him suddenly.

"To tell you the truth, you're so stupid," I sighed contemptuously with the corners of my mouth raised.

"What did you say!" The young woman in front of me immediately raised her eyebrows, and the rest of the young men also looked at me with annoyance.

"Aren't you stupid that a superstitious madwoman can play a trick on you people who have received nine years of compulsory education?"

It seems that I have offended everyone.

But I didn't panic, and said in a voice, "As I said earlier, the murderer is among you. I have my most important stuff in my backpack, and I can't let you check it. If that leads you to conclude that I'm the murderer, it's ridiculous. ”

I turned around and looked at the old woman who was sitting on the ground.

"Then you, do you dare me to check if you have a murder weapon on you?"

My voice was extremely cold, the old woman's body trembled slightly, her wrinkled face fluctuated subtly, and her eyes did not dare to look at me anymore, looking at the ground uncertainly.

At this time, the middle-aged woman behind her stood up and said, "What are you kidding? This old woman is so old, how could it be her?"

"And how can you be sure it's me?" I said.

Hearing this, the middle-aged woman was immediately speechless, but the rest of the passengers were unwilling to stop there.

A burly man walked up to me fiercely: "Don't play tricks! If you don't hand over the backpack, we'll get straight to it! We can't let the passengers on the bus suffer innocently!"

My face sank, and I shouted, "Then come! What kind of green onion are you guys, and you want to check my stuff?!"

At this moment, my patience has been exhausted, and this group of people has been completely led astray by the old woman, and they are determined to check my identity.

Then they can only subdue their fighters first, and then reason.

"Good! Whether you are a murderer or not, I will teach you a good lesson today!" The man gritted his teeth and walked towards me with a hideous face.

Several passengers next to him hurriedly pulled a frame next to him: "Forget it, what can't you say!"

But many more were gloating, standing behind and watching.

The car was full of gunpowder, and the man and I were already on the cutting edge.

Seeing that I had a tough attitude, the old woman was afraid of hurting her during the fight, so she quickly patted her ass and stood up.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

I turned my head curiously to see a young man dressed in black running over in a panic.

"Don't make trouble, something is wrong!" The guy said breathlessly.

"What's wrong?"

The man who was going to fight me also stopped and asked suspiciously.

The guy in black gasped and said, "I went to look for the conductor just now, but I didn't expect that there was no one in the lounge!"

"How so?!"

We hurriedly followed him to the conductor's lounge.

As soon as I got to the door, I saw my uncle slumped on the ground.

He was held here by the conductor, but the door was not closed.

The uncle's eyes were closed, his chest was slightly heaving, and he didn't seem to have woken up from his coma.

The seat next to him was empty, and the thermos cup on the table was still steaming, but the two conductors were nowhere to be seen.

"Where did the staff go?" The passengers were a little overwhelmed, looking at the contents of the room in confusion.

"Isn't there still him?" A young girl pointed to her uncle and slept, "Why don't you wake him up and ask the conductor where he went." ”

"Are you a fool?" The aunt immediately glared at him, "He is likely to be a murderer, and we will suffer if we wake him up." ”

The guy said, "He's dizzy and still knows what a fart!"

The passengers were talking a lot, and no one could make up their minds, and it was obvious that their faces were a little nervous.

The lounge is even cramper than the bathroom, barely holding anything except for the seats.

I carefully checked the situation inside, and found no signs of fighting, not even the water in the teacup was still warm. It's just that the window next to the seat is wide open.

The uncle had no other injuries on his body, he was sitting on the ground against the iron wall, breathing evenly and his face was peaceful, and he should not be in danger of life.

I thought about it for a moment and whispered, "The conductor should go to another car." ”

"No, it won't."

When my words landed, Professor Li immediately shook his head, "Each carriage has a specific conductor, and they will stay here the whole time and will not leave their posts without permission." ”

"What about them?" Auntie asked, widening her eyes.

"It's stupid." A young man who looked very clever pouted and said, "Just look for it in other carriages." ”

With that, he walked out on his own.

The rest of the passengers looked at each other, acquiesced to his opinion, and followed them out of the lounge.

But when we came to the end of the carriage, we found the young man standing in the doorway like a stake - the iron door of the passage had been locked!

"What does that mean?" The middle-aged man was puzzled and said, "Why are you keeping us here?"

"Don't make a fuss, the carriage will be closed until noon." The young girl said: "Hard-seat tickets can't get into sleeper cars, so you can only move between hard-seat cars. ”

"Then let's go and have a look at the back."

So, thirty or forty of us hurried to the other end of the carriage.

However, the moment they saw the solid iron gate, there were already people in the crowd who cried out in despair.

"Oh my God! We can't get out!" The passengers had no intention of investigating my identity, and there was an instant commotion.

There is also a hard sleeper car in the back, why is the door closed?

"It's over! We're locked up inside!"

The aunt in red looked panicked instantly.

"What a fuss!" Another beautifully dressed girl shouted, "There is nothing serious, can we suffocate to death with the door closed?"

The middle-aged man glared at her, "Stinky bitch!" So what are you screaming about?"

"Who are you scolding?"

"Let's not argue just yet." I rubbed my aching temples and said in a deep voice, "It's not clear what's going on now, so don't act rashly." ”

When I spoke, no one paid any attention to me, but the noise finally stopped.

The middle-aged man walked to the iron door and knocked heavily on his right fist a few times.

"Hey! Is there anyone in there?"

The passengers fell silent in unison, their ears pricked up to catch every sound.

But what made us desperate was that there was no sound in the carriage, and no one answered at all.

"Damn!" The man kicked at the iron door and cursed angrily.

The young man in black trembled and said, "Where did the conductor go?"

"Could it be the murderer?"

The passengers were anxiously discussing, and their attention had been taken away from me.

I had a vague feeling that something wasn't right. Everything was fine before, but as soon as my passengers and I sat back in our seats, the conductor just disappeared into thin air!

Thirty or forty of us were locked up in carriages. What the hell is that madman trying to do?

Just as I was thinking worriedly, Professor Li next to me said, "Could it be that the staff blocked the carriage and asked the police to come up and check one by one?"

"Makes sense!" The middle-aged man nodded, "But they should also inform us?"

Professor Li pushed his glasses and whispered, "If we are notified, won't the murderer find out?" ”

When I said this, all eyes were on me.

"The gentleman is right. I'm afraid someone should be in a hurry. The middle-aged man looked at me with bad intentions: "The police will come up in a while, you just wait to be arrested!"

Several of the guys also showed playful smiles, looking gloating.

The passengers took a few steps back almost at the same time, keeping a certain distance from me, not knowing whether they were afraid that I, the "murderer", would jump off the wall or that they would have a relationship with me.

Professor Li turned his face to the side, deliberately avoiding my gaze. It seems that he still suspects me of being a murderer.

Seeing that they couldn't avoid it, I didn't think so, and silently stepped aside.

"If only that were the case." I shook my head and said, "It probably wasn't like that... Our location is still a long way from the nearest station, Yangtian City. How could the conductor just keep us here?"

The guy in black wanted to refute my words: "Don't listen to his nonsense, he wants to create panic!"

I snorted coldly and continued: "What's more, the murderers are still among us, aren't they afraid that someone will be killed? ”

As soon as I said this, the faces of the passengers turned pale one by one.

Even the guy in black only opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.

"Where are we now?"

The middle-aged man asked lightly and walked to the window next to him.

Holding the chair with his right hand, he glanced out the window, and was about to speak, as if he had suddenly noticed something, and shouted, "There are people on the side of the road!"

I responded and hurried over to check on the situation.

Outside the window are bare poplar trees. I glanced quickly to the right, trying to find the figure in his mouth.

Suddenly, I saw a man in a dark blue uniform hanging from a large poplar tree in the foreground.

His neck was wrapped around a twine, the other end of which was tied to a thick trunk, and the man hung like a puppet on the branch and swayed, and his bloodstained face showed us a strange smile.

The man's uniform was exactly the same as the one on the flight attendant!

The faces of all the passengers changed suddenly!

His smile was tinged with mockery and some pitiful sympathy, as if he were looking at a group of dying people.

The red-clothed aunt's body trembled violently, and she shouted with all her strength: "I know him!" He's a train driver!"