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It's just that most people's stories are a bit ordinary for most people.

He looks a lot like Cheng Kuian, but his name is Zheng Bingguo.

Zheng Bingguo enjoys his ordinariness.

In fact, he was not supposed to be an ordinary person.

When he was studying at the police academy 20 years ago, Zheng Bingguo was even a popular figure.

From the first time he came into contact with firearms, he felt that he had a natural affinity for these cold things.

He can disassemble a pistol into a pile of parts in 5 seconds. Assemble the parts together in 7 seconds, raise the gun in 0.7 seconds, and shoot.

From the time he walked into the Seoul First Police Academy, the championship of the shooting competition never fell into the hands of anyone else for four years.

But he doesn't seem willing to make himself better.

Aside from playing with guns as a hobby, he never participates in any additional exercises that can improve his physical fitness beyond the physical training arranged at school.

Zheng Bingguo understands that with great ability comes great responsibility.

But he was not willing to take on those so-called responsibilities.

He didn't even want to be a police officer.

The profession of a police officer is only a decent job for him.

can let him support his family, marry a wife and have children, and then live in his own small world for the rest of his life.

When he graduated, he was selected for the Special Events Task Force of the National Police Agency of the Republic of Korea because of his excellent firearms skills.

However, a year later, he was transferred out of the task force and became an ordinary police officer on the train.

Because he is very timid, when something happens, his first reaction is to run away. He always believed that nothing was more important than his own life.

This is certainly not a problem in other industries, but as a police officer, especially a police officer in the Special Events Task Force, it can be very problematic.

After becoming a police officer, Zheng Bingguo completed his life's work.

She married an elementary school teacher in Busan and gave birth to a child the following year.

In the eyes of others, he was transferred from the special incident task force of the elite police force to be a small police officer who only maintained the order of passengers most of the time, and he would be more or less unwilling.

However, in fact he was very satisfied with his life.

In addition to spending a lot less time with his wife and children.

But on the train, he met only petty thieves, and he would never meet the most vicious gangsters again, and he would no longer have to fear for his own safety.

And the pistol, which he was most interested in, was also locked in a black holster, which slowly became an accessory on the waist.

In the blink of an eye, 6 years have passed.

He didn't expect to meet a gangster with a gun on this trip.

If the gun is in his hand, he is confident that no matter how powerful the other party is, he will definitely not be able to escape his bullets.

But he calculated that it might take 3 seconds to take the gun out of the thick holster and raise the gun to shoot again.

That's enough time to shoot him several times.

So he preferred to keep his breath down.

The girl in the bathroom was real, but he consciously blurred the time, making the pervert think that the girl had just walked into the bathroom.

In fact, he had seen the girl ten minutes ago.

Oh no, there was only a girl in that car.

Even if she wasn't in the bathroom, it would have been a problem for that daring pervert to see it.

This is the first question that comes to mind when Zheng Bingguo wakes up.

Although he never thought of himself as a good person, he never wanted a strange girl to be hurt by himself.

Take a look at the table.

It was still this day, 1:40 a.m.

Calculating the time, it should have only been more than 20 minutes since I fainted.

Well, it should be too late.

Let's call for support first.

He picked up the walkie-talkie on the ground, only to find that it seemed to have been broken. No matter how you press it, there is no sound.

Mobile phones are there, but whether it is a train conductor or a conductor, they don't bring mobile phones when they work.

They will put their phones in designated lockers after getting on the bus, and they will not take them out until they get out of the car.

It was broken, and the pistol was also seized by the gangster.

Zheng Bingguo slowly stood up, thought about it, and decided to go out and have a look first.

Opened the door of the bathroom a crack, and Zheng Bingguo happened to see a figure walking by the door of the bathroom.

It's that girl!

"Nothing seems to have happened." Zheng Bingguo was very happy.

No, there seems to be something strange about her body.

Why does she walk like this? And why is her head bent? Why are your hands twisted so strangely?

Zheng Bingguo opened the door a little more, poked his head out, and chased the girl's back.

"It seems to be very quiet in the carriage."

In Zheng Bingguo's line of sight, most of the passengers were sleeping in their seats.

A few of them didn't sleep, or were talking softly. Or read a magazine. Or listen to music.

By this time, the girl had already walked next to the passengers in the first row.

It was a fat man who looked to be in his 40s. I'm asleep with my head tilted.

I don't know what fun I dreamed of, and the corners of my mouth showed a somewhat stupid smile.

There was also a silver thread running down the corner of his mouth. Well, that's saliva.

The next moment, the girl, who was still walking a little slowly, had already pounced on the man like a cheetah.

Seeing the girl's head pressed against the man's neck, Zheng Bingguo thought for a moment that he had just woken up and had hallucinations.

What is she doing here?

At the same time, the man who was sleeping and dreaming was also stimulated by the sudden pain.

But he just lay there with a "lotus~lotus~" sound in his throat. But his limbs were still hanging down, swinging slightly.

It seems that he was pressed by a person with a lot of strength, and there was no way to move.

But isn't he lying on his stomach a very thin little girl?

A young man in sportswear sitting next to the man was listening to music and was also alarmed.

He stood up in surprise and shouted, "You~~You~~ What are you doing?" Because of nervousness, even his voice trembled a little.

Subsequently, many people in the carriage were alarmed by his shouting.

Someone gathered around to see what was going on.

There was also a middle-aged man in a white shirt who tried to pull the girl's shoulder.

"Hey! What are you going to do! Get out of this man. ”

It didn't take much effort for him to pull the girl by the shoulder.

Or maybe the girl was about to turn her head.

What caught his eye was a hideous face full of twisted blood lines.

The white eyeballs seemed to be covered with a layer of puff-like objects, and the bones kept moving, indescribably weird.

The man in the shirt was startled and hurriedly stepped back. But it was too late.

The girl rolled over and had already pounced on the man in the shirt from the fat man.

Then in everyone's frightened eyes, the fat man trembled and stood up with his body twisted.

His eyes became the same as those of a girl.

The sound of "lotus~lotus~" in his mouth turned into a sound coming from his throat, and it seemed that the Adam's apple kept turning inside his neck.

The first to surround had begun to retreat in fear, but more people who had been alarmed by the sound were surrounding.

One retreats and one advances, colliding in a small space.

Someone managed to squeeze it out. Someone else managed to squeeze in.

Others fell to the ground after the collision.

Everyone was in a mess.

Then, the man in the shirt also stood up strangely like a fat man......

Zheng Bingguo watched one by one fall down, and watched them stand up.

Standing up is more terrible than falling.

For it is only the dead who fall, but the one who stands up becomes the Grim Reaper.