Chapter 412; Old woman or girl

Not to mention why she suddenly became an old woman, maybe the old man and the girl changed places when I was asleep. It's just that this girl is too innocent and too unguarded, so she just lies there, a little bit like that.

Lying down, everything is clearly visible. The white skirt exposes the snow-white calves, because the skirt is a two-piece suit, and the middle part exposes the white waist, and even the pink inner part shows some traces. The boy opposite the girl looked at the girl's back with straight eyes, and from time to time there was a word of discount without a word.

Looking at everything in front of me, I secretly worried about this girl. The boy looked like a vicious man, not like a good man.

Just when I was worried about the girl, the girl turned her face and started talking to the boy. Seeing the two of them talking and laughing, I knew that my worries were unnecessary. This girl has a great feeling of sticking up.

Alas! The world has changed, let's sleep, sleep and wake up to Mount Tai, I still have business, how can I have these idle minds about other people's affairs.

The man and the woman chatted for a while, and then went to the restaurant in the car to eat together. As the two of them walked past me, I saw the man smile smugly, and in addition to the smugness, there was also danger and cunning. I was worried about this girl again.

Watching the two of them go to the back carriage, my heart was relieved again, why do I care so much! This world is like this, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Girls don't love themselves, and it is also appropriate to be cheated by pits.

Lying on the small bed, I thought to myself what to do when I arrived in the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows? How can I impress my grandfather to ask him to give me the Wang dragon vein? I fell asleep thinking about it, and by the time I woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, and I would be in Tai'an in three hours.

When I looked up, the girl was back and the boy was gone. I sighed in my heart, it seems that I am still too careful. There are not so many wicked people in the world.

Probably because I had drunk too much water, I got up and walked to the bathroom. The sad thing is that there are people inside. Leaned against the door of the bathroom and waited for the man to come out.

"Third child, listen to me, I met a girl in the car, I will lead her off the bus when I arrive, you are ready to ......" The voice inside was intermittent and I couldn't hear it clearly. But the voice I could hear was the boy on my top bunk, a ruffian-looking boy.

I chuckled in my heart, what's the situation? Get his companions ready to ....... I hurriedly put my ear to the door, trying to listen more carefully, but as soon as I put my ear to the door, the little door opened with a bang, and I slammed into the boy.

He was stunned for a moment, grabbed me, pulled me into the bathroom, closed the door with a bang, and glared at me viciously; "You dare to eavesdrop on me?"

I took his hand away; "I'm waiting to pee, so I have time to hear what you have to say?" As he spoke, he took out the little brother and urinated on the position.

The guy glanced at me, looked suspicious, gritted his teeth, and said; "Be honest, or I'll kill you, there are a lot of people on this bus." After that, he left.

I shook my little brother, threw the last drop to the ground, stuffed it into my trouser pocket, and walked out. It seems that tonight this girl is very lucky!

Coming out, back to my bed, no mood to sleep, I had to tell the girl what I had heard. But the girl had been lying on the bed, facing inward, and had a well-proportioned voice. The kid above me glared at me from time to time, clearly warning me. I pretended to be scared and didn't look at him, and the more I did, the more vicious his eyes became.

Sample, in front of me, I still want to do nonsense, see that I don't kill you. I sneered in my heart, and I didn't bother to look at him. Thinking about this kid who said to start after getting off the train, I won't be in a hurry, I'll sleep and then talk, anyway, it will take three hours to arrive at the station.

After another hour, the train lights went out, and the surroundings slowly became quieter. Glancing at the girl once in a while, she lay there barely moving, covered with a blanket, presumably asleep. I had a picture in my mind, and after getting out of the car, the girl went with the boy and was finally controlled. What will be the result, put it in the guild hall and sell it? Or cut off their organs and sell them, or sell them abroad as sex slaves? No matter what the result is, it's terrible, so I must save this girl, how can I save it? It would be nice to talk to the girl alone, just let her get out of the car and not go with the boy. But the girl slept so heavily that she didn't have a chance. It seems that we can only wait to get off the bus.

I was just thinking about it when suddenly I was awakened by a frightened shout. With this scream, the entire carriage was immediately chaotic. A lot of people flocked to our box. Underground, in the aisle beside me, lay a man, drenched in blood. The deceased was none other than the boy from my upper bunk, who fell from the top bunk, his head was bleeding, and his seven orifices were bleeding, and the main thing was not this, but his stomach was disemboweled.

I was stunned, it's over, the girl is fine, this guy is dead. And it's the heart that is hollowed out.

After a commotion, the lights in the carriage came on, and the policeman walked in, and was surprised to see the scene in front of him, and one of the policemen caught me at once.

It's easy to understand, there were only three of us in the box, I was in the lower bunk, and this guy threw himself next to me. It's natural to doubt me.

I didn't struggle, but said; "Comrade police officer, don't be so arbitrary, okay? Look at the scene, I don't have any blood on my body! "Indeed, my hands are clean. If I were a murderer, I would have blood on my hands. At the same time, I looked up at the girl above me. When I saw the girl on the top bunk, I was stunned. Fainted, what the hell happened? The girl was gone, and sitting on the top bunk with a frightened face was an old woman, the same old woman she had seen for the first time.

Illusion! Is it another illusion? How is this possible?

"Don't talk, we didn't handcuff you, we just want you to assist us in the investigation, after all, the murder happened in your box, and you, the old man, come down and go together to assist in the investigation." The policeman pointed to the old woman on the top bunk and said.

I have a hunch that today's affairs are very complicated, this old woman and that girl are a person, or a ghost, a demon. However, I don't have any evidence now, unfortunately! I can't use my yin and yang eyes for the time being, and it's too fucking to indulge in excessive indulgence.

"Young man, you help me, I can't get down if it's too high." The old woman's face was full of fear, and even her movements became sluggish. He said as he reached out to the policeman.

The police helped the old woman down. Let her sit with me. While this wife was sitting next to me, I tried to get as close to her as possible, and I wanted to feel her body temperature, if her body temperature was cold, she was a ghost. But her body is no different from mine.

In confusion, the train soon arrived in Taean. The old lady and I were taken to the Public Security Bureau to assist in the investigation. In the car, I was full of doubts, how did she complete the transition from an old woman to a young girl?

"Who the hell are you? Does this man's death have anything to do with you? "When I got out of the car, while everyone was busy moving the body, I whispered to the old lady.

"Young man, speak responsibly! On what basis do you say I did it? Look at me, I'm so old, where can I still have the ability to kill, I can't even hold a knife! The old lady looked at me with a very sly look in her eyes. Once again, I was sure that the old lady was 100% the girl, either she wore the skin of a young girl, or the girl wore the skin of an old lady, in short, they were one person, and, most likely, the murderer.

The police took us to a room and questioned us for a while, and finally ruled out the possibility of our crime before letting us go. Walking out of the police station, the old lady followed me and refused to leave; "Young man, why are you framing me?"

Originally, I was in a hurry to forget the valley of worries, so I didn't care about it on the principle that more things are better than less things, after all, I am not a policeman, and many things should not be taken care of by me, but since this old lady has found me, then I will break with her and figure out this matter.