Everyone has their own story. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

You, me, and him and her, have it.

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

But 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.

In addition to his ability to use firearms, he is also very physically remarkable.

Like playing basketball, he can stand still and jump for a slam dunk. This can be said to be very strong among Koreans who are generally not tall.

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.

For him, the profession of a police officer is just a decent job, so that he can 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 to join the Special Events Task Force under the National Police Agency of the Republic of Korea as a backup team member because of his excellent ability to use firearms. Because of the special nature of the task force, even the backup team members have their own guns.

He also can't put down this gun of his own. It can even be said that this gun has several scratches on each part.

However, a year later, he was transferred out of the task force and became an ordinary patrol officer at the Busan Police Station.

During his year on the task force, he participated in more than 30 operations, large and small. But in the face of the most vicious gangsters, he never fired a shot. There was even a time when one of the gangsters stabbed him in the thigh with an iron tong, and he did not shoot back.

When investigated, he said: My gun is a gun of mercy, and it knows how to cherish life. Even if this life is sometimes blinded by sin.

After becoming a patrol officer, Zheng Bingguo completed his life's work. She married a local elementary school teacher in Busan and gave birth to a child the following year. He is very happy with his life.

But two years later, he was transferred again.

When the child was two years old, on a night patrol, he encountered a robber who robbed a woman with a sharp knife. At such moments, as a police officer, instead of fighting the robbers, he knelt down and begged the robbers to spare him and the woman. In the end, the robbers took the stolen phones and wallets, laughed and walked away.

Then, amid the complaint of the robbed woman, he was transferred out of the Busan Police Station and became a police officer. Thousands of kilometers of trains are shuttled every day.

Zheng Bingguo didn't have much dissatisfaction with this. On the train, he met some small thieves, and it can be said that he is very easy to deal with. The only thing that is a little lacking is that I spend a lot less time with my wife and children.

But only if you are safe all the time, you are responsible for the mother and son! He said to himself.

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

He didn't expect to meet a gangster with a gun on this trip. He has always studied firearms, and even saw at a glance that the gangster had a very lethal desert eagle in his hand.

This kind of gun is rarely used. Although it is very powerful, the weight of two kilograms and the huge recoil force are very unsuitable for long-term use.

Moreover, it has a fatal problem - it is easy to get stuck.

Therefore, people who like to use this kind of gun generally have two characteristics: they are powerful and know firearms very well.

Force: Nature does not care about the weight of the gun and can withstand its recoil. And knowing the firearm can quickly deal with it when it gets stuck.

It's hard to imagine that the gun was wielded by a skinny little voyeur who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

But Zheng Bingguo did not dare to take risks.

So he would rather be knocked unconscious. I didn't want to risk a shot to fight the man. That's a desert eagle, if you get shot in the leg, you won't be able to save your leg. If you take a shot in the body, if there is no accident, your life will be gone.

So he preferred to keep his voice down, just as he had faced the robber in the first place.

The mention of the girl in the bathroom was just his way of distracting the guy.

Of course, using this method made him feel a little uncomfortable. Although he consciously blurred the time at the time, making the voyeur 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 the locker after getting on the bus and will not take them out until they get out of the car.

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

As he stood up, he touched the back of his head, which was already swollen.

"Hmph, it's definitely a rookie. The strength is not great, and the technique is very poor. But when attacking himself, the set of movements used is very smooth and very ruthless. Plus that gun. Several elements seem to be supposed to contradict each other. What kind of person is this? ”

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 someone has been held down and there is no way to move.

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 eyeball 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 the frightened eyes of everyone, 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.

He snapped his head back.

He was unusually careful when he closed the bathroom door. On the one hand, I want to close it quickly, but on the other hand, I am afraid that I will make a noise and alarm those things that are not like people and ghosts.

A small movement, but it lasted for nearly 1 minute, and rapid sweat continued to flow down his forehead, cheeks, and the tip of his nose.

At this time, he suddenly missed his gun in the Special Events Task Force, and it seemed that the only gun of mercy was enough to give him a glimmer of courage.

The young man also had a gun on him. But is he still alive?

Outside the door came a steady stream of screams, the clashing of various things, and cries for help......

Zheng Bingguo didn't dare to look anymore, curled up and tried to move away from the door.

But it's such a small space, and there is not much space to allocate.

He could only shrink and tighten, and shrink and tighten......

I don't know how long it took, but there were fewer and fewer voices of all kinds outside.

But he seemed to hear footsteps coming from outside the door, getting closer and closer......

Zheng Bingguo held his breath.

For the first time, he felt that breathing was also a burden.

Fortunately, the footsteps did not stop in front of him, and continued to move on.

Zheng Bingguo suddenly felt a little grateful to the kid with the gun.

If it weren't for him, he would still be outside, maybe he would have become a walking corpse at this moment.

He shuddered at the thought of those white eyes.

What's next?

Zheng Bingguo asked himself.

The hands on the watch now point to 2:05. The nearest stations are two hours away.

He looked at the window in his hand.

The scenery outside seemed to be running backwards at a rapid pace.

Jumping out of a window to escape?

Not to mention that the train is running at such a high speed, jumping off is a life and death.

The mere sound of smashing glass could have lured those monsters in.

What to do? What to do?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zheng Bingguo believes that he will not be mistaken!

That's gunshots!