Schmidt turned to look at the empty square outside the window, and suddenly felt a lot of reluctance in his heart - he had lived in Tan Yi for so long, and it had almost become his second hometown. He had left here many times, but never in such a hurry as now.
This thought made him clenched his fists instantly.
Avinash was confused for only a moment, but soon realized that the old man was dealing with his fear - that by turning all fear into anger, and then into contempt and indifference, one can regain strength, even if it is just for a moment. An illusion.
But as long as he can really regain his composure, it wouldn't be a bad idea to create an illusion.
"I don't need a priest anymore." Schmidt suddenly said, "It's not safe to have a priest."
"Okay." Avinash nodded, "That's perfect."
From the waiting room to the lobby, they had already met more than thirty groups of masked "old police inspectors". All the "Old Inspector" and "Avinash" are wearing the same clothes and masks.
A total of eight trains will depart tonight. Schmidt has found countless substitutes for himself. Starting today for the next three days, a different "Schmidt" will get on the train from Tan Yi's train every day. The stand-ins will each occupy a carriage and start a long journey with the train.
He personally took care of this matter from beginning to end. He summoned his most proud old troops and completed the arrangement with extremely high efficiency and extremely secretive means.
The "assassin" would never have known which car he would choose, because he himself had not made the final decision until this afternoon.
The first four batches of "Schmitts" have already set off, and all trains are running well. In a few hours, the first batch of "Schmitts" will arrive in the core city - of course they will not get off the train, but will stay in the carriage and follow the train back directly.
"When is the next train?"
"Twenty-seven minutes later," Avinash replied. "The car body is still being disinfected. It is estimated that we will be able to get on the car in another quarter of an hour."
Schmidt put his hands into his coat pockets and closed his eyes in silence. He slowly went through the next few possibilities in his mind.
He held a small bottle of sleeping pills in his left hand, which he took out from his travel bag on the way to the station. He will arrive in the core city at dawn tomorrow. It may take him dozens of minutes to reach his address, but it will not be until the train officially enters. From the moment he reached the boundary of the core city, he was completely safe.
He would lie down on a clean and warm bed. At that moment, he would take the medicine with peace of mind and sleep the most soundly sleep he had had in half a month.
This is the best result.
If this idea cannot be realized, he has also prepared a response: his right hand is holding a pistol tightly at the moment.
The gun's safety was on, and there were a total of twenty-one bullets in it, with no spare magazines. If he really faced off against the "Assassin", he would at least fire one shot at this despicable opponent.
Of course, the last bullet in the magazine belongs to him.
Both deaths were honorable, but Schmidt was also prepared for the worst - the cuffs of both sleeves of his coat, the cuffs of his inner suit and shirt, the collar of his shirt and the entire tie were covered in potassium cyanide. Soaked in solution.
Maybe he can't escape, maybe the opponent will be so strong that he can't take action at all, but he will never give the murderer a chance to torture himself.
Thinking of the murderer's expression when he worked all night and finally got only a dead body, Schmidt couldn't help but let out a chuckle, as if he had given the murderer a humiliation and earned back some dignity.
This laughter made Avinash look at Schmidt again. Looking at Schmidt's face that somehow regained confidence, he realized that the old man was playing a good trick of self-deception.
At this moment, Avinash has entered bullet time and is waiting for tonight's changes.
There were many things that he did not tell Schmidt. For example, although the old man arranged his most commonly used perfume for every stand-in here, to the mercury needle after entering bullet time, the smell of the old police inspector can still be easily distinguished.
The complex deception tricks that the old man has worked so hard to come up with are just like the tricks a three or four-year-old child would use when playing hide-and-seek - you watch him hide his head under the sofa cushion, thinking that others are determined to find him, but he His whole body was exposed, but he didn't know anything about it.
However, for Avinash, if the "assassin" really comes tonight, his most important goal is not to protect Schmidt himself, but to leave a moving image of the murderer.
He was convinced that this was the murderer's real weakness, and as long as he got it, the murderer's true identity would be exposed.
As for how to fight it, this important task still has to be left to AHgAs - he will try to ensure Schmidt's safety before Victoria's team arrives.
Everything has a price. Right now, being a "bait" is Schmidt's greatest value in this case. If something goes wrong, it can only be said to be a small regret in a big game... He I believe that both the AHgAs and the coalition government will agree with this.
The two men just sat on adjacent seats, each with their own unknown thoughts and plans.
Behind and around them, there were many similarly dressed people sitting and resting in similar postures.
This large number of repetitions made everyone feel that the scene in front of them was somewhat unreal. Compared with real life, it is more like a crude animated movie - to save trouble, there are only the same two people in the background of a large movie. They are copied and pasted continuously to form a waiting hall full of people.
The clock pointed to 1:25, and the temporary buzzer set up on the platform sounded a clear sound. The fifth batch of "Schmitts" got up from their seats one after another and lined up to walk to their respective carriages.
Schmidt was among them, but after taking a few steps forward, Avinash held his shoulders from behind.
Schmidt turned around and saw Avinash raising his head and staring at the steel structure vault above the station.
Schmidt also looked up.
The carbon black steel frame is like a row of whale backbones, running from north to south, and is covered with an entire piece of lightweight glass that is more than 300 meters long. During the day, they ensure the lighting inside the station; at night, they turn into mirrors with a distorted effect, reflecting the entire station in a general way.
"What's wrong?"
Avinash frowned and made a quiet gesture.
He vaguely felt like he heard some slight noise.
Some dust and rust accumulated on the steel frame were falling rustlingly. Before people had time to feel fear, they just raised their heads strangely, trying to find the reason.
And Avinash had already seen the black shadow - it had its arms spread out and was skimming over the station.
