You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 62 The Gathering at Huadong Railway Station (2)

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling, jingle-a-ling-a-ling..."

The female ticket seller impatiently reached out, picked up the telephone receiver, and held it to her ear.

The first words from the other end of the phone made her face freeze.

"Listen up, we are the Major Crimes Unit of the Chengbei Branch Criminal Investigation Department, my name is He Jinbo."

The female ticket seller asked, puzzled, "Okay, is there anything I can help you with?"

How many people are in the waiting room now?

The female ticket seller looked up and saw that the two men on the bench outside the window were looking at her.

Although the two men didn't make any deliberate gestures, a hint of ferocity could be seen in their eyes.

They sat in the waiting room all afternoon, neither boarding nor leaving. Then, remembering the call from the criminal investigation team, she immediately became alert, lowered her head, and answered softly:

"two."

The voice on the other end of the phone also lowered: "Are you safe now?"

"I……"

What do these two people look like?

"One of them had a round face, a beard, and was wearing a black shirt; the other had a buzz cut and was very tall... they didn't seem like good people..."

"Listen, these two are murderers. You need to leave through the back door right now, and be careful! We'll make the arrests in one minute..."

"well……"

The female ticket seller was pale and swallowed hard. She had just hung up the phone receiver on the landline.

"Boom, bang..."

The sound of tapping on the marble countertop reached her ears.

The female ticket seller was so startled that she jumped up and fell to the ground.

"Boom..."

She looked up and saw the man in the black shirt standing outside the window.

The other person's eyes were like blood-stained hooks, fixed on him.

The female ticket seller's heart skipped a beat, and she asked tremblingly, "Excuse me... is there anything I can help you with?"

Wu Dayong grinned, pointed to the bus schedule above the window, and asked, "I want to buy two bus tickets to the provincial capital, for the nine o'clock bus."

"Okay...okay." The female ticket seller nodded repeatedly.

Her hands trembled as she cautiously opened the drawer and took out a three-part carbon copy sheet.

There was a ballpoint pen in a glass bottle on the table. She reached for it, but because her hand was shaking so badly, the pen fell onto the table.

Large beads of sweat dripped from the female ticket seller's forehead, staining the glass tabletop.

Just then, a hand reached in through the window, picked up the ballpoint pen, and handed it to her: "Could you please hurry?"

"it is good."

The female ticket seller felt her throat was extremely dry. She glanced to her right out of the corner of her eye and saw her male colleague, who was sitting against the wall, fast asleep on the table, completely unaware of the commotion.

The detectives would be bursting in soon. With that thought in mind, the ticket seller tried to calm herself, gripped her pen tightly, and wrote the date on the carbon copy...

Just as she wrote "1997", hurried and chaotic footsteps came from the door of the waiting room opposite.

She was startled and quickly looked up, only to see a large group of people rushing in.

At the same time, the man in the black shirt outside the door also turned to look.

"Help!"

At that moment, the ticket seller let out a shout, watching helplessly as a hand reached in through the window, but it was too far away, and there was a table between them, so the hand couldn't reach her.

She quickly lay down on the ground. Wu Dayong saw the crowd rushing in and tried to grab the ticket seller by the collar, but his arms weren't long enough.

He quickly shouted to Yang Hong, who was still reading a magazine, "Yang Hong, police, run!"

Wu Dayong turned and ran towards the back door, which led to the parking lot on the right.

But after running a few steps, he saw another group of people surrounding him, carrying guns and rubber batons.

The lead policeman roared menacingly, "Stop! Don't move! If you dare move, I'll shoot!"

Wu Dayong swallowed hard, pulled a dagger from his bag, and brandished it, shouting, "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

He retreated repeatedly, and when he reached the side of the ticket hall, he saw out of the corner of his eye that Yang Hong had already hidden in a corner.

As he rummaged through his military satchel, he roared, "I'll fight you to the death! Damn it, I'm never going back to jail again!"

"boom!"

Intense gunfire erupted in the waiting room!

Wu Dayong turned his head and saw Yang Hong kneeling on the ground, with the short-barreled hunting rifle she had taken out of her military satchel lying on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the tallest plainclothes officer in the crowd rushed over and kicked the hunting rifle off the ground.

A dozen or so people surrounded her and kicked Yang Hong to the ground like wolves.

In the blink of an eye, he was swallowed up by the crowd!
While Wu Dayong was still in a daze, his legs felt like they had been hit by something.

He stumbled and fell to the ground, his right wrist, which was holding the dagger, was also grabbed tightly.

"Kill him! Damn it, how dare you use a gun!" Jiang Jianbing roared, using his knee to forcefully ram Wu Dayong's lower back again and again.

"Old Xu, bring the handcuffs over!"

Xu Guoliang just touched my groin leg, and he hit me hard.

At this moment, he kicked the other person's two feet to the left and right, and stomped hard on the back of the other person's knees.

Wu Dayong's head tilted to one side, his right cheek hitting the ground, and he let out a muffled groan.

Several older men pried Wu Dayong's hands off, and Xu Guoliang skillfully handcuffed him.

After they lifted the person up, the crowd in the right corner of the waiting room dispersed, and Yang Hong, her face covered in blood, squatted in the corner.

Because the waiting room was dimly lit, the beams of two flashlights shone brightly on his face.

At that moment, the quartz clock on the front wall of the waiting room showed the minute hand pointing to 9 p.m., and the second hand was also set to exactly 9 p.m.

A crisp electronic beep sounded in the waiting room: "Time is now 21 PM..."

Next came the music that followed the time announcement; it was a famous foreign piece, "Für Elise."

"Ding-dong-ding-ding-dong, dizzy-dizzy-ding..."

The classic piece of music lasted only half a minute before a cacophony of footsteps and voices erupted.

Wu Dayong and Yang Hong were forced into seats by the criminal police officers, and the two sat side by side.

The veteran criminal police officers from the North City Branch surrounded them, each with a serious expression, showing no joy at having caught someone.

Among them, He Jinbo and Zheng Kang had the most solemn expressions.

Zheng Kang bent down and grabbed Yang Hong by the collar, demanding, word by word, "Your name is Yang Hong?"

"It's me!" Yang Hong raised her head, her eyes filled with fear, but she still tried to appear calm.

"At 2:00 AM on June 14th, in the red brick bungalow at No. 11 Wutong Lane, was the woman you killed the person?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Hong's pupils suddenly contracted, and her face immediately paled.

He Jinbo reached out and grabbed Wu Dayong's chin, repeating, "I'm asking you a question. Answer honestly, did you kill him?"

Wu Dayong swallowed hard, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "We killed them."

(End of this chapter)