In the early morning of the next day, we Westerners put on some decent clothes and headed to Peiping Station, fearing that we would lose time.
Lao Jiang and I were wearing Chinese tunic suits, Yin Ling'er was wearing a Miao coat, and He Lanxue was wearing a red shirt and Hanfu. A hairpin stuck sideways in her drooping temples, rustling in the wind, made Lao Jiang drool.
I don't know why, although the broadcast said it was sunny, there were strange snowflakes falling in Beiping City in the morning.
Doesn't feel like a good sign to me!
When we arrived at the train station, there were already reporters with cameras and many young students standing there, waving small flags in their hands with high spirits and shouting slogans welcoming the return of the national treasure.
Lao Jiang and I squeezed into the crowd. When Yin Ling'er saw so many people, she couldn't help but be surprised: "Wow, it's so lively, isn't it?"
He Lanxue stood in the wind, the cold wind lifted the hem of her clothes, and her side face was as cold as the snow: "Because many people have been waiting for this moment for too long."
Yin Ling'er seemed to understand but not quite.
Lao Jiang asked us to check the west to prevent an enemy ambush at the station.
After all, Warner, a notorious international thief, would never give up the food in his mouth to others. I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle! Only by anticipating the enemy can you be invincible. This is also the life experience Lao Jiang taught me.
We immediately dispersed to the west. I was in charge of the platforms on both sides, Yin Ling'er was in charge of the entrance and exit, He Lanxue was in charge of the heights, and Lao Jiang was in charge of the tracks.
We met again a moment later and began debriefing: "Safe!"
"Safety!"
"Safety!"
"Safety!"
There was no problem in all the directions in the west. This was something Lao Jiang never expected. Could it be that Warner changed his gender? But this is not consistent with common sense, because once the Buddha's head successfully enters the Peking Museum, his face will be completely humiliated.
Lao Jiang asked He Lanxue and Yin Ling'er to continue monitoring the crowd, while he led me towards the end of the crowd.
A reporter there was setting up a camera to take pictures of several young people, all of whom were wearing gray woolen coats and white armbands. This was the first time I saw the pattern on the armband. It showed a long red sword splitting black clouds.
I couldn't help but take another look, but unexpectedly I was noticed by an old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses next to him. He was obviously in his sixties, and his temples and eyebrows were already gray, but his eyes were bright and sparkling. , brighter than young people.
"The two friends are strangers to each other. I wonder who invited them?"
"If not, please move on. Everyone has important things to do next."
The old man pushed up his glasses without any trace, narrowed his eyes, and showed an elegant smile, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.
I swallowed subconsciously, but Lao Jiang smiled coldly, and then lightly lifted the corner of his clothes at his waist, revealing a black knife.
"This...this is!"
The black knife stopped the old man like thunder. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then he was so excited that he couldn't express it in words: "It turns out that a distinguished guest is coming to the door. I am not here to welcome you from afar. Please, please."
Lao Jiang and I successfully stood at the front and asked him in a low voice the identity of the old man? Because the feeling the other person gave me was so extraordinary.
Lao Jiang smiled and replied quietly: "He is Xiang Wanli, a professor at Peking University, and a highly respected presence in the history world! Because the institutions of the Republic of China were incompetent, national treasures were often lost to tomb robbers, so Xiang Wanli led a group of people to form a "Free Commune" has captured many tomb robbers in recent years, and it was their people who lived together in Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes, and this time Warner's conspiracy was defeated. "
"He is the leader of the Free Commune?"
I was so surprised that I glanced in the direction of the old man. The other man noticed my gaze, smiled and nodded slightly.
Time passed by minute by second, and seeing that it was time for the train to arrive at the station, many reporters set up their cameras, fearing that their colleagues would snatch the headlines of the newspaper! Many industry experts and high-ranking people have also arrived one after another, waiting for this historic moment.
However, when the appointed time came, there was no sign of any train in the distance!
"What's going on? Could it be that the train is delayed?"
"I didn't receive the notification."
"There won't be any trouble, right?"
All the whispers around him reached Xiang Wanli's ears. He paced back and forth, glancing anxiously at his watch from time to time.
The group of young people with white armbands next to them also looked at each other in confusion.
Finally, Xiang Wanli couldn't wait any longer, so he turned his attention to a young man: "Hongwa, turn on the radio and see if Bai Bing has sent you a message!"
But the quiet radio station told everyone the answer.
"Professor Bai has been out of contact except for the 'everything goes well' message at six o'clock this morning... No, even Professor Bai's exclusive band has disappeared now." There was a trace of emotion in the young man's tone. Afraid.
"Then keep waiting until he comes home!" Xiang Wanli said through gritted teeth.
The uneasy atmosphere came like a shadow with the snowflakes. I looked at Lao Jiang. Lao Jiang looked solemn and glanced at the railway track, then put his hand on the black knife at his waist.
We just waited.
At 11:30, 12:30, 12:30, many people were impatient to wait, and people began to flow out one after another, as if they thought this was a scam.
The people who stayed behind held their breath and did not dare to say a word.
I craned my neck and looked towards the end of the endless railway track, looking forward to the long-lost train.
Wait and wait...
After another half hour, a roar finally sounded in the distance: "Woooooooo."
"I'm coming!"
I jumped up with excitement, and my hanging heart finally dropped, but the faces of Lao Jiang and He Lanxue were filled with solemnity.
Not long after, other people also saw the train, and the atmosphere on the platform was once again ignited: "I knew it would be okay. This is the first time that Chinese people have taken back their belongings from foreign devils."
"You must take a good photo later so it can be published in the newspaper before they do, you know?"
"The title is: Patriots bravely seize the Buddha's head, and the Western thieves return defeated."
The excitement was like a fire igniting in the crowd. However, as the train slowly approached, I noticed a strange aura!
Quiet, really too quiet, even unnaturally quiet.
The sky was gloomy now, but the whole train was extremely dark, and no lights were on in the west carriage, which gave me a creepy feeling. It's like it's a ghost train coming from hell, carrying all the lonely ghosts.
Within a moment, the train stopped in front of us.
As the flashbulbs came on, reporters kept pressing the shutters under the cameras, and the crowd cheered again.
But no one got out of the car!
Even when the group of young people with white armbands shouted the names of their colleagues, they could not get any response.
Gradually, everyone realized something was wrong. Someone asked Xiang Wanli: "Professor, what is going on?"
Xiang Wanli didn't answer, but his face turned pale because he smelled the smell of... blood that slowly overflowed from the train.
"It smells like blood!"
I shouted with a change of expression.
The young men with white armbands couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to rush into the train, but Lao Jiang stopped them with a light hand: "Let us masters and apprentices go."
They didn't know Lao Jiang, so they tried to break free, only to find that Lao Jiang in front of them was as motionless as Mount Tai.
"Looking for a fight!" The young man was about to get angry.
But he was stopped by Xiang Wanli: "Let them go!"
"Professor!" Both of them turned around.
Xiang Wanli ignored us, but looked at us with trembling eyes and said, "Please...you guys."
Old Jiang nodded, and the knife on his waist was like a black dragon, unsheathed, and then he ran towards the cab of the steam locomotive.
Because even if this train encounters an accident, the driver must be alive, otherwise it will not be able to make it to Peking.
He went to the front of the car, and I carefully went to the compartment to check!
The first carriage was empty to rule out danger.
There was nothing unusual about the second carriage, but the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger, as if it came from behind the door at the end of the carriage.
I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. The scene in front of me immediately made my eyes widen. There! Actually...
