The English poems on the radio apparently did not take seriously the group of people in the hallway who were conducting inspections, and most of the Russian gangsters who could not understand English understood only the first sentence of "Pasternak to Tsvetaeva" (note 1), the former was a desolate Nobel laureate in literature, and the latter was Russia's most famous female poet.

Of course, most gangsters have only heard two slightly familiar names, and they don't know what they do or what they have to do with each other, and a long and well-written English poem is only a backdrop for them.

After the poem was read and the clown Sith introduced himself, the Russians asked what the man who was pretending to be B on the radio was saying, so a young black-haired Russian who knew English began to translate.

After translating the somewhat arrogant speech of the Clown, the hallway erupted in a burst of laughter, which everyone thought was nothing more than a prank.

The black-haired Russian youth in charge of the translation also read a poem about clowns by Tsvetaeva with deep affection, "The devil in me, the devil in me is not dead, he is alive and well." In the flesh it is like being imprisoned, in the self it is like being in a solitary cell, and the world is nothing but within the walls. The outlet consists of a knife and axe. The whole world is a stage, the actor is boastful, the toddler is not a joker: in the flesh it seems to be glorified, in the flesh it is as if he is wearing official robes. May you live forever!"

A long poem that can be easily written at his fingertips is still rare for gangsters, and Cheng Mo guesses that if it weren't for the bad times he lived through, maybe he wouldn't have become a gangster.

The Russians are still very rich in literary and artistic cells, and this poem is also very topical for gangsters, so no one interrupted him, and after he finished chanting, everyone raised their guns and shouted together: "May you live to eternity!", and gave this literary young man a warm applause.

No one realized that the danger was coming, and it was as if they were really at a party.

But Cheng Mo, as the holder of the Ouroboros, knew that things were not so optimistic, and it was obvious that the one who recited the poem on the radio was a Chosen One, and he was still a very famous Chosen One.

Cheng Mo immediately looked at the carrier of the Napoleonic family, so he saw the serious expression of the carrier with Mohican's head, and he was half-tilting his head at this time, looking at the roof of the car.

Cheng Mo raised his wrist and glanced at the map, and found that there was a red dot flashing on the roof of the car, and what was surprising was that there was more than one, Cheng Mo's map could show four carriages, and each of them had a red dot on the top.....

Appearing so arrogantly on the roof of the car in broad daylight is naturally strange, it seems that this person who calls himself the Clown Sith is not just one person, but a group action.

can make Napoleon VII people pay so much attention, presumably not a nameless person, even if Cheng Mo's heart is strong, he can't help but want to swear at this moment, he has escaped death several times, and he has stood on the verge of harvest several times, but every time a new twist happens, this shit-like plot is really exactly the same as a third-rate agent movie.....

It's not a third-rate movie with no brains, and it won't be so twists and turns, and it's ill-fated.....

Cheng Mo himself naturally didn't think about these inconsequential things, he immediately adjusted his mentality, and began to think about what he should do in the face of the current situation, he thought about simply not continuing to go with the inspection team, and asked Nicholas to wait and go directly to test whether the conductor of the ninth carriage was Shirkov, and thought that so many Chosen on the train would not resist, maybe not as dangerous as he guessed?

At this time, the map showed two red dots, one left and one right, jumped out of the eleventh car, and then the red dot disappeared in an instant, no more than 20 meters away from the train.

Cheng Mo's heart sank.

Seven or eight walkie-talkies in the corridor were noisy again, and a cry of fear floated from inside: "Request for support, request for support, there is a devil in car No. 2..... Devil..... We can't kill with guns..... He ....."

Before the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie could finish speaking, it turned into a gasp of "hehe", as if someone had pinched his neck, and then the intercom sounded the oozing voice on the radio, he was singing, a German song, a famous nursery rhyme from the German "Grimm's Fairy Tales": "My mother killed me, my father ate me, my brothers and sisters sat at the bottom of the table." Pick up my bones, bury them, and bury them under the cold stone tablet......"

There was also a hint of innocence in his singing voice, and a kind of thorough ...... Dark and twisted.

The whole carriage fell silent again, and the silence was rather unreal, for the train was shaking and moaning, the white curtains were floating in the air, and all sorts of noisy inquiries were coming out of those walkie-talkies.....

Everyone looked at several leaders, among whom the carrier of Napoleon VII had disappeared into the crowd, someone picked up the walkie-talkie and told everyone not to speak, he contacted the people in front, the people in the first two carriages did not respond at all, and the group of people who were examining the third carriage said that a strange person came and asked who was the Chosen One and who wanted to play games with him.....

The conversation didn't last long, and a crisp gunshot rang out inside the intercom, and then contact was interrupted......

Most of the gangsters are located in the first and second carriages, and they are already in a state of disconnection, and there are no less than 150 gangsters in the first two carriages, which also means that the most vital force of the gangsters may be gone.

This made the leaders sitting in the fourteenth car anxious, and immediately called the largest team through the walkie-talkie, that is, the inspection team in the tenth car to go to the front to see what was going on, the more than 20 people here are the most powerful force of the gang on the train at the moment, and the rest of the people are scattered in the various carriages of the train.....

So the review team began to turn around and walk back, and Cheng Mo, who was at the junction of the trains, hurriedly grabbed Nicholas, and the two stood next to the aisle.

The scenery outside the door and window was still rapidly moving backwards, seemingly completely unaffected, Cheng Mo whispered: "Don't go over....."

"What's wrong?" asked Nicholas, confused.

"Dangerous. Cheng Mo said two words concisely.

Nicholas thought of Lin, and said with some trepidation: "It can't be someone like Lin, right?"

Cheng Mo hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Nicholas looked back at the procession that was heading towards car number three and shouted, "Ivan..... Ivan ....." shouted again: "Vorobev ....."

No one responded, only the gangsters from the other gangs who passed by the junction turned to look at him, and Nicholas cursed in a low voice, "Oops! Ivan, they followed..... No, I'll have to go to them..... Can't let them die....."

Cheng Mo was just about to speak, and wanted to persuade Nicholas to get the conductor of the No. 9 carriage with him first, but after thinking about it for a while, he still didn't say it, but said: "When I find someone, go back to the 9-12 private room of the No. 9 carriage immediately, if I am not there, go to the No. 16 carriage to find me, if I am still not there, go to the dining car to find me......"

Nicholas nodded, and the two of them walked briskly back to car nine.

Cheng Mo stopped at the door of the 9-12 box, and the anxious Nicholas continued to move forward, Cheng Mo knocked on the door, and Mr. Evans's exhausted and helpless voice sounded inside, "Who?"

"I!" Cheng Mo replied in a low voice.

The door soon opened a crack, Cheng Mo flashed in, but it was not Mr. Evans who opened the door, but Xie Minyun who pretended to be Maria Sharapova, she grabbed the doorknob and looked at him, even with beautiful contacts, she could clearly feel that the uneasiness in her eyes was dissipated at this moment, but immediately she turned around, sat on the bed and said lightly: "Yo~! The detective is back so soon....."

She completely forgot that she was playing a Russian blonde girl, and it seemed that she was still a little dissatisfied because Cheng Mo hid everything from her and didn't discuss it with her.

Cheng Mo naturally wouldn't quarrel with Xie Minyun at this time, he said softly: "Senior sister, the situation is a little bad now, so bad that I can't even predict what will happen, now we have to go back to the sixteenth carriage, go to Uncle Li's people first, if there is really no way, we must seek the protection of Prince Napoleon....."

Xie Minyun looked at Cheng Mo's expressionless face, she knew that Cheng Mo had always disliked sensationalism, so she said: "Can it be worse than the current situation.....?"

Xie Minyun wasn't too nervous, in her opinion, the current situation was bad enough, and it couldn't be worse.

"There may be a lot of incredible things happening next, be mentally prepared!" Cheng Mo didn't explain much, just said.

"Don't worry! Maybe I've seen more incredible things, but no one believes me when I say it!" Xie Minyun got up from the bed and leaned over to get the blue LADY bag hidden in the pillow.

Cheng Mo guessed that Xie Minyun might have been in contact with the Chosen One, but she shouldn't know much about the Chosen One and the inner world.

Mr. Evans was not much shocked when he saw that Cheng Mo actually spoke Chinese to Maria, as if he had known it for a long time, holding the little loli who was silent, and asked with some trembling: "Cheng, is something happening? Why hasn't it arrived in Irkutsk yet? What happened to the broadcast just now?"

Cheng Mo turned his head to look at Mr. Evans, his eyes were full of heavy dark circles, he seemed to be a teenager overnight, his hair was a little greasy, and his wrinkles were much deeper, Cheng Mo sighed in his heart, "Irkutsk will never be there!" But he did not tell the truth cruelly, but said lightly: "Now there are some accidents, maybe it's a good thing, but we must quickly hide in the dining car!"

"But are we free to move around the carriage? Didn't the police allow us to walk around the carriage at will?" said Evans, thorned.

Cheng Mo took the AK47 on his back in his hand and asked, "Do you still believe that they are police?"

Mr. Evans was silent, how could it be the police or the army that even Cheng Mo could get into at will, there was no doubt that those people were disguised by gangsters as Cheng Mo said before, Mr. Evans felt that his last hope was shattered, and his eyes were gray.

"I only have one last piece of advice for you, others are not enough to rely on, and you can only rely on yourself to survive......" After a pause, Cheng Mo said again: "Will you shoot?"

Evans glanced at the wife behind him and the little Lori in his arms, as if he had burst out with the last strength, and said firmly: "Yes." ”

Cheng Mo shoved the AK47 in his hand into Mr. Evans's hand, "Then prepare to shoot!"

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At Cheng Mo's suggestion, Mr. Evans and Mrs. Evans packed some necessary things and stuffed them into a backpack that originally belonged to Little Lori, and then Mrs. Evans carried it, when noisy footsteps and panicked shouts and collisions were already heard in the corridor.

Cheng Mo glanced at Mr. Evans, meaning to ask him if he was ready, and Mr. Evans looked at Mrs. Evans who was holding the little Lori, and then nodded.

Cheng Mo opened the door, and there were many passengers in the corridor who were fleeing backwards with panicked faces, and there was a faint gunfire in the far carriage in front of him, not the sporadic kind, but a violent gunfire like fried beans, just because the distance was too far away, the sound was not loud, but at this time it was an arc-shaped curve, and Cheng Mo could see the somewhat charred car in front of him through the window.

Cheng Mo could imagine that the entire train should have been in a mess, and he smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that there is no need to shoot!"

Mr. Evans, who was at the back, couldn't see the scene outside the car window, but was relieved by such a chaotic scene, and asked worriedly, "What .....about now?" What are we going to do?"

"Go to the dining car. Cheng Mo took the lead and walked out of the private room, and Xie Minyun, who had dyed blonde hair, followed him, Mrs. Evans who was holding little Lori, and Mr. Evans who was holding an AK47 behind him.

The five men followed the men who had fled from the carriage in front of them, all of whom had frightened faces and no one spoke, but their mouths were shaking.

Behind them, some passengers tried to pass Evans's group, who was walking slowly, but when they saw the AK47 in Evans's hand, they stopped, and could only keep urging: "Can you hurry up!" "Can you hurry up!"

Finding that Evans ignored them, he squeezed through without a gun, regardless of whether Evans had a gun or not.

Little Lori was infected by such a terrifying atmosphere, and cried loudly, and Mrs. Evans kept coaxing Little Lori, but this did not alleviate Little Lori's fear.

Xie Minyun, who was walking in front of Mrs. Evans, took out a candy from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper, and turned around and handed it to little Lori, "Rebecca, don't be afraid, everyone is just playing games..... Eat a candy, eat a candy, and you won't be afraid!"

Little Lori, who had tears in her eyes, directly leaned her mouth over, ate the candy in Xie Minyun's hand, and stopped crying.

Xie Minyun stretched out his hand to wipe the tears of the little Lori, and said with a smile: "It's so good." ”

K20 has arrived at the southern shore of Lake Baikal, and on the left side of the train is the vast and vast Baikal Lake, which is the largest freshwater lake in the world, and the train runs along it for five or six hours.

Xie Minyun turned his head to look at Lake Baikal, which was so clear and transparent that it made people dizzy, and whispered behind Cheng Mo: "Lake Baikal accounts for one-fifth of the world's fresh water..... We Chinese call it Beihai, and Mongolians call it Da/Lainuoer, which means sea-like lake..... You said..... Are we going to die here?"

Xie Minyun's voice was calm, without a hint of panic, as if asking us an inconsequential question as whether we should get out of the car and take a walk to see Lake Baikal.

When Cheng Mo persuaded Mr. Evans just now that "others are not enough to rely on", Xie Minyun's shadow flashed in his mind, he felt that Xie Minyun was a little worse than his temper, he was really a trustworthy person, this girl like Xie Minyun is really rare, she knows astronomy and geography, she will not panic when she encounters danger, let alone lose her mind, and she can rely on it if she doesn't drag her feet at a critical time..... The most important thing is that it is beautiful to the eye.

Such a girl can't be found even if you are wearing a flashlight, searchlight, spotlight, or laser light.

Cheng Mo didn't look back, and said in a relaxed tone: "Of course not, I also promised Teacher Shen to take the liberal arts top prize!"

"You chose liberal arts?" Xie Minyun was very surprised, she originally thought that Cheng Mo would definitely choose science.

"Hmm!"

"Will you be like Uncle Cheng and be a university scholar in anthropology?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure yet, I'm just sure I like the liberal arts. ”

"That'...... Are you going to take the Tsinghua University or Peking University entrance examination?" Xie Minyun asked again.

"Tsinghua. ”

"I'm waiting for you at Tsinghua University, and I'll be your senior sister..... I am familiar with the capital, when the time comes, I will take you to Houhai, take you to Yanbao Xiejie, where is the gathering place of literary and artistic youth, take you to burst your belly and eat belly Ren'er, this thing is difficult to eat, but people who have eaten it say that it is delicious, and there are cheese Wei's bowl cheese and coke rings..... It is also very interesting to chat on the Jingshan Mountain in various seasons, the Forbidden City is at the foot, retrospective and nostalgic, full of meaning, if it catches up with the heavy snow in winter, we must go to the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace, and we must go very early and very early, otherwise the queue can squeeze you to death..... Oh, you shouldn't have said dead words...."

"Cheng Mo ....."

"Hmm. ”

"If ....."

At this time, Cheng Mo just stopped, and Xie Minyun, who was looking at the magnificent scenery of Lake Baikal outside the window, was caught off guard and bumped into Cheng Mo's back.

Cheng Mo hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, senior sister, the road in front is blocked, it seems that someone has locked the fourteenth carriage....."

Xie Minyun looked ahead, and the corridor was crowded with people, like a Korean movie "Train to Busan" she had watched, and someone was cursing loudly, telling the people in the No. 14 carriage to open the door quickly.

At this time, Nicholas's rough voice came from behind Cheng Mo, "Cheng!

Cheng Mo turned around and saw Nicholas sweating profusely, his face was full of ignorant unknown small fears, and his pupils were filled with a desperate emotion, like a death row prisoner standing in front of the gallows, "It's over..... It's over..... I saw that the train in front of me was dead......"

(There is also a watch in the middle of the night)