1985, the year of the great writer, began with Infernal Affairs!

Last night, Xie Lu fell asleep in a daze and woke up when it was already dawn.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He had fallen asleep in a daze last night. He had originally planned to lie down for a while and then go to the train police station, but he ended up sleeping until now.

On the opposite bunk, Zhao Wanwan was still asleep, her face turned inward, the blanket covering her body, her little feet showing.

Xie Lu glanced at it a few more times.

Hmm, jade feet...

"Ahem." Xie Lu coughed, then got off his bunk, put on his shoes, and walked towards the cabin.

The crew room was in the front carriage. The door was open, and two train police officers were sitting inside, tidying up their belongings.

Upon seeing Xie, one of the train police officers, who had been on duty the previous night, looked up and asked, "You're here?"

"Hmm." Xie Lu walked in.

"Sit down," the train police officer said, pointing to the chair opposite him.

Attorney Xie sat down, and the train police officer took out a notebook, opened it, and picked up a pen.

"Name?"

"Lawyer Xie."

"age?"

"eighteen."

"Where are you from?"

Shuangshui Village, Liaobei County, Liaobei Province.

"Where to?"

"Wuhan, Wuhan University."

The train police officer looked up and glanced at him: "A freshman at Wuhan University?"

"Um."

The train police officer nodded and wrote in his logbook.

Then they asked about the events of last night, how they discovered the pickpocket, how he did it, and what the pickpocket stole.

Xie Lu answered each question calmly and clearly.

After listening, the train police officer closed his notebook: "Alright, young man, your act of bravery is commendable. However, in the future, if you encounter something like this, you should call the police first. Don't try to take matters into your own hands; what if the other party has a knife?"

"understood."

"Go ahead," the train police officer waved his hand.

Xie Lu got up and left.

After Xie walked away, the train police officer turned to another colleague and sighed, "College students really have a sense of justice. But this young man was really ruthless. He elbowed someone without saying a word, and the person is still dizzy from the beating."

When I returned to my bunk, Zhao Wanwan was already awake and tidying up the blankets.

"where have you been?"

"Cabin crew room, to take a statement."

"Oh, that pickpocket."

"The train police have handled it; it should be handed over to the police station at the next stop."

Hearing this, Zhao Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief.

The train continued forward.

The next day passed very slowly.

The carriage was still the same; some people were sleeping, some were chatting, and some were playing cards.

Xie Lu and Zhao Wanwan spent most of their time on their bunks, occasionally talking and occasionally looking out the window.

Xie Lu would occasionally write down the outline of Infernal Affairs Part 2 on manuscript paper, and then make deletions and modifications.

[Murderers and arsonists live high positions, while those who build bridges and repair roads are left without a trace. The world shouldn't be like this, and shouldn't people be like this too?]

The law of cause and effect always has its time.

What goes around comes around.

It's nothing. In this world, it's either you beat me up or I beat you up.

You're a cop, we're gangsters, let's just accept our fate.

【...】

The scenery outside the window is changing, from the plains in the north to the hills in the south. The crops in the fields are different, the villages look different, even the air has become more humid and the wind has become gentler.

This was Zhao Wanwan's first time traveling south, and she looked out the window with great curiosity.

"Is this the South?"

"Yes, but this isn't really the south yet. Once we cross the Qinling Mountains and the Huai River, that's the real south."

On the morning of the 6th, the train finally slowed down.

The announcement came on: "Passengers, the next stop is Wuchang Station."

Passengers disembarking, please prepare in advance...

A commotion broke out in the carriage.

Everyone started packing their luggage and tidying up their bedding.

Zhao Wanwan was a little nervous. She looked at Xie Lu and asked, "Have we arrived?"

"arrive."

The train slowly pulled into the station.

You can see the platform through the train window.

A cement ground, green awnings, crowds of people dressed in various colors, tall buildings in the distance, not very tall, about five or six stories high, and further away, lush and green mountains.

The train stopped.

The car doors opened, and a stream of people poured out.

Xie Lu and Zhao Wanwan, carrying their luggage, got off the bus with the flow of people.

The platform was bustling with activity.

People were there to pick up passengers, see them off, and carry large and small bags, all jostling and crowding around.

Zhao Wanwan followed closely behind Xie Lu, her hand gripping the strap of her travel bag.

"Follow me." Xie Lu turned around and led Zhao Wanwan with the flow of people toward the exit. The exit was a large iron gate, and ticket inspectors stood at the gate, checking tickets one by one. Beyond the iron gate was the square.

Wuchang Railway Station Square is very large, much larger than the railway station square in Liaobei County.

The cement ground was uneven and potholed, with some cars and tricycles parked there. Along the edge of the square was a row of small shops selling cigarettes and alcohol, snacks, and maps.

The loudspeaker was playing music, "On the Hopeful Fields".

Zhao Wanwan stood in the square, somewhat lost. She looked to the left and then to the right, unsure of which way to go.

It's only a little past nine in the morning, and the sun has already risen, but it's covered by clouds, so it's not very sunny.

Xie Lu, carrying his luggage, said to Zhao Wanwan, "I'll take you there first."

Zhao Wanwan was taken aback: "Give me a ride? Aren't you going to Wuhan University?"

"I can go to Wuhan University later. I'll take you to East China Normal University to register first, so you don't get lost on your own. That would be terrible."

"I won't," Zhao Wanwan muttered softly, but her body betrayed her, following Xie Lu closely.

He led Zhao Wanwan to the east side of the square, where there was a small pavilion with a sign that read "Taxi Service".

A middle-aged woman was sitting in the pavilion, wearing a white shirt and a red armband. There was a small table in front of her with a notebook and a pen on it.

Xie Lu walked over: "Let's go to East China Normal University."

The woman looked up at him, calculated the distance, and then quoted a price: "The only car left is the Crown, twenty yuan."

This price doesn't include taking advantage of Xie Lu, an outsider.

In 85, the starting fare for a Crown taxi was fourteen yuan. It was quite a distance from Wuchang Station to East China Normal University, so twenty yuan would have been reasonable.

In an era when even a section-level cadre only earned a few dozen yuan a month, spending twenty yuan on a taxi ride was considered too extravagant by most people.

Upon hearing the price, Zhao Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. She quickly tugged at Xie Lu and whispered in his ear, "It's too expensive, we're not going to sit here."

Attorney Xie was also taken aback by the price.

Although he wasn't short of money, it was clear that he was just going to report for duty and there was no need to take such an expensive taxi. He decisively took Zhao Wanwan to take the No. 66 regular bus from Wuchang Station directly to the East China Normal University Station, which only cost one cent.

The car drove very steadily, leaving the square and onto the road.

The streets of Wuchang are much wider than those of the county town in northern Liaoning, and there are many cars and bicycles crisscrossing the streets. The roads are lined with plane trees with lush foliage. Most of the buildings are four or five stories high, with red brick walls, some of which are whitewashed. There are many pedestrians on the streets, wearing all kinds of clothes and speaking with local accents.

Zhao Wanwan sat by the window, looking out with her eyes wide open.

"Is this Wuhan?" she asked Xie Lu in a low voice, sounding completely naive.