Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

TRAIN STATION.

At four o'clock in the morning, a few dozen passengers were scattered in the waiting hall, waiting for their trains.

People dozing off on benches, slumped over; burlap sacks and suitcases piled up in the corner.

Zhang San and Ma Dehua squeezed into an inconspicuous corner.

Shi Hao, Chu Feng, Kuang Tianyou, Yang Jian, Qi Xia, Lin Qiye, Xu Fengnian and the other two huddled in a circle, whispering about something.

They were all old neighbors of the courtyard house at No. 95.

They arrived four minutes earlier than Zhang San and his companion, and were waiting for the 5 a.m. train heading south.

Ma Dehua glanced around in confusion. "Third Brother, why are you pulling me along? Wouldn't it be better if we kept up with the main group? We could look out for each other."

After escaping from the police station, he followed Zhang San, thinking he was going to rejoin the main group.

did not expect…

Zhang San stole two sets of clothes from a roundabout way, then led him to hide in this corner, squatting like two mice.

"To take care of?"

Zhang San sneered, his gaze falling on the seven people. "They're probably just throwing their lives away."

Ma Dehua was stunned: "Third Brother, what do you mean by that?"

Zhang San did not answer immediately.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Ma Dehua, I have a question for you."

Zhang San exhaled a puff of smoke. "What's the best way to leave Beijing?"

"Train."

Without hesitation, Ma Dehua replied, "By taking the train, you can go anywhere in the world, wherever you want to go."

"right."

Zhang San nodded. "If we can all think of that, why wouldn't the evil spirits?"

Ma Dehua's expression changed.

"clustering together,"

Zhang San continued in a low voice, "It's like offering yourself up to be killed by evil spirits. You think there's strength in numbers?"

I'm telling you, the more people there are in front of that thing, the faster they die.

His gaze fell on the seven people again, his eyes carrying a hint of pity, or perhaps schadenfreude:

"Look at them, seven grown men, all gathered together. They're such an obvious target. If evil spirits come, one swing of an axe could kill several of them."

Ma Dehua shivered.

Following Zhang San's gaze downwards, looking at the seven people still whispering to each other, I suddenly felt that they were like seven lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Then...then why did we come to the train station? Isn't that just walking into a trap?"

Zhang San flicked his cigarette ash, a mysterious smile playing on his lips, and shook his head. "No, no, no."

"They walked right into the trap."

"us?"

"We could secretly take advantage of the situation to board a train and escape."

Ma Dehua's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again: "But Third Brother, we're at the train station too."

"What do you know?"

Zhang San interrupted him, "As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place."

When evil spirits want to kill, they'll definitely target crowded places first; those seven fools are the perfect targets.

He paused, took the last drag of his cigarette, and stubbed it out on the wall. "When the evil spirits come, we'll fight those seven people."

We'll slip into the car while things are in chaos. Once it starts moving, what can the evil spirits do to catch up?

Ma Dehua was stunned.

Looking at Zhang San's unusually "wise" face, I suddenly felt that I had made the right choice in following Brother San on this trip.

"Third Brother,"

Ma Dehua gave a heartfelt thumbs up, "You're so smart! How come I never thought of that?"

Zhang San waved his hand reservedly, but he couldn't hide the smugness on his lips: "This is nothing. In my life, I, Zhang San, have no other skills, but I am good at using my brain."

Go ahead to dangers.

I, Zhang San, will strive to survive even when I know it's a dead end.

These words were spoken with force and conviction.

Ma Dehua was so excited that he couldn't help but repeat, "Live like you've ascended to heaven!"

"Shh-"

Zhang San quickly covered his mouth, "Keep your voice down, do you want to attract evil spirits?"

Ma Dehua nodded quickly, covered his mouth, and stared wide-eyed.

The two shrank back into the corner.

The discussion among the seven people seemed to have ended.

They started to disperse; some went to buy food, some went to the toilet, and some sat on benches and closed their eyes to rest.

Shi Hao and Chu Feng stood at the entrance of the waiting room, whispering to each other.

They were the youngest of the seven, in their early twenties, full of youthful vigor, but also the most impatient.

"Brother Feng, do you think that evil spirit will really come after us?"

Shi Hao asked in a low voice, his eyes glancing around every now and then.

Chu Feng shook his head: "I don't know, but it's better to believe it exists than not."

"Then the seven of us together, we should be able to handle it, right?"

"Deal with it?"

Chu Feng gave a wry smile. "Haven't you heard? Section Chief Liu, Sha Zhu, Xu Damao, aren't they all tall and strong?"

"And those guys from the security department, Xiong Da, Xiong Er, and Liu Xiaoqiang, even with guns, it's useless. What are we seven doing, unarmed?"

Shi Hao fell silent.

Kuang Tianyou and Yang Jian sat on a bench, each holding a bottle of soda, but neither of them was in the mood to drink.

"Brother Tianyou," Yang Jian suddenly spoke up, "Do you think we can escape?"

Kuang Tianyou remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "I don't know."

"Then why are we still waiting here?"

"because……"

Kuang Tianyou paused, then smiled bitterly, "Because not escaping means death. Escaping, at least, offers a glimmer of hope."

Yang Jian lowered his head and remained silent.

Qi Xia, Lin Qiye, and Xu Fengnian stood in front of the ticket window, whispering something to the ticket seller.

They wanted to buy the earliest train tickets, no matter where they were going, as long as they could leave Beijing.

"Comrade, what time is the earliest train?" Qi Xia asked.

"At five o'clock sharp, heading to Guangzhou."

The ticket seller yawned, "Ticket checking will begin in ten minutes."

"Okay, okay, we'll take seven!"

"Seven?"

The ticket seller paused, looked up at them, and asked, "Are there all seven of you together?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

The ticket seller didn't ask any more questions and started tearing up the tickets.

Upstairs, Zhang San watched this scene, his cold smile deepening.

"See that?"

He nudged Ma Dehua next to him, "Buy seven tickets and get on the bus together. The target will be obvious. If evil spirits come, we won't even need to look for them; we'll just go straight for them."

Ma Dehua nodded repeatedly: "Third Brother is right, Third Brother is wise!"

"Let's wait a bit,"

Zhang San lowered his voice, "Once they get their tickets checked and board the train, we'll blend into the crowd and follow behind. If the evil spirits are going to make a move, they'll definitely attack them first. We'll take advantage of the chaos..."

He made a "slip" gesture.

Ma Dehua's eyes shone like light bulbs: "Third Brother, you're truly a reincarnation of Zhuge Liang!"

Zhang San stroked his non-existent beard with a smug look, about to say a few words of modesty.

Suddenly, his smile froze.

My gaze fell on the entrance to the waiting room, and on a figure who had just walked in.

It was a young man carrying luggage, dressed in ordinary blue cloth clothes, looking exhausted, clearly someone who had traveled at night.

But Zhang San wasn't looking at him.

Zhang San was looking behind him.

Moonlight streamed in from outside, casting a long shadow on the ground.

That shadow wasn't that of a young person.

It was a shorter, smaller shadow carrying an axe.

Following Zhang San's gaze, Ma Dehua's face instantly turned deathly pale. "Third...Third Brother..."