"You failed, then... who will go?" Pi Ruan asked with a strange look, as if he was afraid that it would be his turn, and as if he was checking for the next unlucky person.
Not counting Luohe, the only people left now are Jiang Cheng, Pi Ruan, Fatty, and Lin Wan'er. Everyone knows that only Jiang Cheng has the best chance of going.
"Doctor." The fat man shouted out the most familiar title in his excitement. As he walked out, he winked at Jiang Cheng, "I have something to tell you."
When he came outside, he found a remote location in the corridor. The fat man looked at the way he came and found no one was following him. Then he quickly said: "Doctor, I suspect that there is something wrong with Pi Ruan. Chen Qiang was killed by him. Brother Huaiyi also so."
"Also, did you see the posture just now? Luo He might be setting a trap for you. I even suspect that Pi Ruan has been bribed by them. They want to kill us all, and then they can develop gold mines together." Fatty He said with a serious face, "Sake makes people's faces red, and gold moves their hearts. Doctor, you must not fall for them."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng nodded and comforted, "I understand everything you said. Don't worry, I won't die that easily."
Now that Jiang Cheng had said so, Fatty felt a little relieved. The final result was as expected. Jiang Cheng was the most suitable candidate.
Lying flat next to Fu Fu, Jiang Cheng slowly closed his eyes.
Fatty Huaiyi gathered behind Lin Wan'er, staring at Luo He and Pi Ruan with an obviously unnatural look on his face.
Pi Ruan was ostracized and kept away from Lin Wan'er and the others.
Jiang Cheng was awakened by a strange, rhythmic sound. He opened his eyes in confusion and took more than ten seconds to confirm his position.
He was on a train, surrounded by people, men, women, old and young, all dressed in rags, as if they were fleeing from the disaster.
May train.
He's back again.
But this time the feeling was different from before. Although the eerie feeling was still there, it had an added sense of reality.
It was as if he had traveled back in time, when the May train had just left.
But... the atmosphere in the car was a little weird. Everyone had their heads lowered. Apart from the occasional breathing, there was also a burst of almost inaudible sobbing.
Someone is crying.
And it’s not just one person.
His voice was very low, as if he was afraid of being heard.
In this carriage, Jiang Cheng did not feel at all the excitement that these refugees were about to be sent to the next town and have a new life.
On the contrary, they seemed to already know their outcome.
They will die in the dark, damp mines.
An aura of despair permeated the carriage, and even Jiang Cheng, an outsider, felt depressed.
Why?
How did they know?
Judging from this point in time, the Japanese conspiracy should not have been exposed yet.
Could it be...
Jiang Cheng raised his eyelids and looked towards the other side of the carriage. At first glance, there was nothing special there, but upon closer inspection, Jiang Cheng discovered the flaw.
Next to the carriage door, there were three people dressed as refugees.
But compared with other refugees, they are obviously much stronger. Under the clothes with big holes in them are strong muscles, and their faces do not have the sallow color caused by long-term malnutrition.
It seemed that the three of them were resting, but under their slightly squinted eyelids, there were pairs of sharp eyes looking around the car.
There was no large luggage in their hands, only a long strip-shaped thing wrapped in cloth, tightly held in their hands.
It's a knife.
Oriental sword!
These people...are Orientals, and they have taken control of the train.
The Dongyang people got on the bus earlier than expected. Jiang Cheng frowned. It seemed that the situation was more complicated than previously analyzed.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Cheng noticed something at the feet of one of the Japanese men. They were several broken sacks, as if they had been piled there deliberately.
Through the gap in the middle of the sack, Jiang Cheng saw a hand, which hung down weakly, with eye-catching blood on it.
There's a dead man behind the sack!
Someone must have noticed something was wrong and wanted to resist, so they were killed by the Japanese, and their bodies were piled there.
Staring at the compatriots who lowered their heads and were surrounded by fear, Jiang Cheng could feel their despair and helplessness at this moment.
There was a sound coming from the car next door.
At the same time, there were footsteps approaching the car where they were.
With a harsh friction sound, the connecting door between the two carriages was opened. Under the protection of several Japanese people, a familiar figure walked out of the door.
"Don't panic, everyone, the imperial army is here to save you. As long as you are obedient and work honestly, you will have white flour steamed buns to eat!" A man with a crew cut said in a flattering tone: "We are all compatriots, and I, Qiao Hanhui, am I won’t lie to you.”
"But if anyone thinks about escaping or resisting, the consequences..." Director Qiao, who Jiang Cheng and others had met before, sneered twice and his face changed instantly, "I will kill him!"
Everyone lowered their heads after hearing this, not even daring to look at Director Qiao.
Jiang Cheng also followed the example of everyone else, lowering his head and looking very scared, but in his heart he had already loosened the soil on the ancestral grave of Qiao Hanhui, a big traitor, several times, and also sent greetings to his family.
Now that things are clear, no wonder the Japanese captured this car of refugees so easily. It turned out that the bastard Qiao Hanhui was behind it.
Think about it, when he first came to Feng Mansion, Liu Laizi also asked Wu Dali if these people were sent by Director Qiao.
Soon, Director Qiao went to the next carriage to help the Japanese people calm down, saying nothing more than a few words that were embarrassing to their ancestors.
After calming down, Jiang Cheng began to analyze the current situation.
Since we are back at this point in time, there must be a reason for it.
The way to break the situation should be to prevent the previous tragedy from happening, that is, to rescue these refugees before the large ambushing Japanese troops intercept the train and capture everyone into the gold mine.
By the way, kill Qiao Hanhui, a great traitor.
The great priest hasn't shown up yet, but Jiang Cheng knows that it must be on the train, and it should be the last carriage.
Now the goal is clear, but...the question is how to achieve it?
There are six Japanese guards in this car, and there may be some lurking among the refugees. By analogy, there must be at least dozens of Japanese guards on this Mayflower train.
Jiang Cheng is not so conceited that he can defeat all enemies by himself.
What's more, there is a great Eastern priest who doesn't know the depth of things.
Fighting head-on is definitely not the answer.
But just when he was hesitating, trouble came to him, "Hey, what are you doing?" A Japanese guard noticed him and walked over.
Jiang Cheng's gaze was sharp. Since he couldn't avoid it, he should kill him first and then deal with the Japanese people in the carriage.
He clenched his fists, pretending to be scared, and waited for the Japanese to approach.
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