The little devil is very powerful 5715 full volume

  Cheng Chou carried the household items given to him by his family and boarded the train heading towards Jiuhua City. Because Situ said that he finally found the strongest remaining power of Hong Ye, aside from Cheng Chou's body, it was in Jiuhua Mountain.

  Cheng Chou couldn't understand how Hong Ye could have run from Zi Jin City to Jiu Hua Mountain in such a short time, but now except for this clue, he also didn't know how to find Hong Ye, and could only listen to Si Tu.

  At 7:03 pm, the train departed for Chizhou on schedule.

  When the train started, there were still many people moving in the aisle, either looking for their seats or placing their luggage.

  A row of three seats, the aisle ticket bought by Cheng Zhou, a couple sitting in the middle and window seats, the husband thin and spiritless, the wife plump and gentle.

  From the moment he sat down on the boat, the kind-looking woman had been chatting with him nonstop.

  "Are you a local of Zijin City? Where are you headed? I see you didn't bring any luggage, are you going home?"

  "Ah, I have something urgent to attend to in Chizhou." Cheng Zhou didn't really want to talk, but he couldn't bring himself to ignore the person, so he could only struggle to respond.

  "Are you married? Do you have children?"

  "Yes, I have a son."

  "Uh-huh, great. What do you do for work?"

  "Running business and doing sales."

  "Oh, that's a lucrative job, although it's hard work. What do you sell?"

  "Some electronic products."

  "Wow, high-tech products! You must be earning a pretty good income every month then?"

  "Generally speaking, I'm just an ordinary salesperson." Cheng Zhou really didn't want to answer the woman's questions anymore, so he took out his phone and started pretending to read text messages.

  The kind-faced woman seemed completely unaware of Cheng Chou's impatience and suddenly discovered something new to ask about.

  "The pendant on your wrist is quite unique, what's it made of? It looks like wood."

  "It's just a wooden trinket, not worth much." Cheng Zhou stuffed the woven red cord bracelet with two small pendants hanging from his left wrist into his sleeve.

  The woman shook her head, "It's just that the shape isn't quite right, it looks... like a tombstone."

  You're absolutely right! That's the nameplate. Master Sito made it on the spot, and it's only as big as a fingernail. The red cord wristband was provided by He Sheng.

  Chengzhou was just waiting for an excuse to avoid this issue when he heard a voice beside him: "Excuse me, is there someone next to you?"

  An old woman with grey hair, about sixty years old, stood in the aisle next to Cheng Zhou and asked. Next to her was a little girl, about eight or nine years old, with her head down.

  "Really?" Cheng Zhou was puzzled, and naturally reviewed her question in her mind, then...

  Cheng Zhou's hair stood on end, and his right hand suddenly grabbed his left wrist. He didn't even dare to turn his head to look at the kind-faced woman beside him, but he said that the woman had been muttering nonstop, wondering why the man hadn't spoken a word, and it turned out they were...!

  "Mom! Look at you scaring people." The kind-faced woman complained.

  Her husband finally spoke up, "Mom, you and Xiaoman's seats are in the front. Xiaoman, take grandma to sit down in the front row."

  The girl called Xiaoman pulled the old woman into the front seat.

  A kind-faced woman apologized to Cheng Chou, "I'm sorry, my mother-in-law...". The woman raised her hand and pointed to her own forehead, "She's old and has a bit of senile dementia."

  Chengzhou forced a smile on his face and returned a difficult-looking smile to the kind-hearted woman in front of him.

  The old woman in the front row had just sat down and stood up again, turned around and leaned on the chair, her two thin hands tightly grasping the back of the chair, her turbid eyes staring straight at Cheng Chou, suddenly saying: "Is he all right?"

  "Who?" Cheng Zhou was stared at by the old woman's straight and expressionless eyes, causing him to stick his back against the chair back, wanting to get away from her a bit.

  "Is he all right?" The old woman asked again.

  Chengzhou turned his head and looked at the old woman beside him, his daughter-in-law.

  The kind-faced woman's expression turned slightly unpleasant, she stood up and pushed the old woman back to her seat, and scolded her daughter in a low voice to take good care of her grandmother.

  The little girl pulled hard on the old woman's arm, hoping she would sit down.

  The old woman stared straight at Cheng Chou, her turbid eyes suddenly welling up with tears, and asked again: "Is he all right?"

  Cheng Chou couldn't sit still anymore.

  Why did he always encounter these messy things after getting the red leaf?

  "Sorry." The husband sitting by the window got up and apologized to Cheng Zhou.

  "I'll switch places with Xiaoman, Mom's getting sicker and sicker, someone needs to keep an eye on her."

  The woman muttered twice and stood up to give way.

  Cheng Zhou has already taken a step forward and stood in the aisle, and proactively suggested: "Or I'll swap seats with you guys?"

  "Oh dear, that's the best. I told my husband it was better to buy connected tickets, but he insisted on buying separate ones because one person sitting alone would be boring. Look at him regretting now!" The kind-faced woman quickly expressed her gratitude.

  Cheng Zhou nodded at her and turned to find the flight attendant. He planned to go to the dining car to kill some time, waiting for the family to fully settle in before returning.

  "Hello, excuse me, which car is the dining car?"

  The attendant standing at the connection of the cars retracted his gaze from looking out the window and turned back, “...Car No. 14.”

  A man standing on the other side of the car window also turned his head and looked at Cheng Chou.

  Chengzhou discovered that this person was secretly smoking, strangely the flight attendant was right next to him but didn't stop him.

  "Thank you." Cheng Zhou thanked the flight attendant.

  "Where are you going?" the flight attendant asked suddenly.

  Chengzhou stopped in his tracks and turned around, "Pizhou."

  "Can you help me deliver a letter?"

  "What?" Cheng Zhou exclaimed in surprise.

  The man who was secretly smoking next to him gave Cheng Chou a very strange look.

  The flight attendant didn't wait for a response and pulled out a carefully folded paper crane from her pocket.

  "She would wait for me at the first intersection outside the station where you can see the train, every night from 10 to 12. Previously she used to wait for me on the platform, but later on people didn't allow her in, they wouldn't even let her in with a platform ticket."

  Cheng Zhou took a step back and only now did he notice that although the conductor's uniform was clean, its style was somewhat outdated.

  "Please!" The handsome flight attendant looked at Cheng Chou with a sorrowful gaze and an imploring expression.

  "Sorry, I..."

  "Please!" The flight attendant tried to reach out and grab Cheng Chou, but just as he was about to touch him, he suddenly took a step back.

  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I just...I was too anxious, I've been waiting for too long and I can barely hold on. Sir, please, if only you could help me send out this letter, I'll give you all my possessions!" The flight attendant said as he pulled out a thick stack of cash from his pocket.

  Chengzhou... didn't even know why he reached out to take the paper crane, maybe it was for the stack of banknotes, or perhaps it was because of the conductor's gaze that was too sorrowful and desperate.

  At this time, the man who was secretly smoking next to him had already changed his gaze from strange to terrified when he saw Cheng Chou catch a bloody paper crane and a thick stack of hell money out of thin air. He was so scared that he grabbed the burning cigarette head with one hand and tried to run away... but unexpectedly, his legs were weak and he fell directly to the ground.

  Chengzhou's attention was completely absorbed by the bizarre event that he had encountered again, and he didn't notice the behavior of the smoking man.

  He looked down at the snow-white paper crane and a stack of paper money in his hand, then raised his head to look at the flight attendant who had already disappeared from view, his mouth corners pulled open, making a smile that was even uglier than crying.

  Chengzhou walked towards the sink opposite the toilet and quietly stuffed a stack of paper money into the trash can...

  "Don't throw it away! Keep it, it's useful."

  Chengzhou's ears rang with a familiar voice, it was He Sheng.

  Waaah, why didn't you and Sze-toe say anything just now? You must have discovered that the flight attendant was... a ghost long ago, right?

  Chengzhou grumbled in his heart about having to take care of two ghosts at home, withdrew the hand that was about to touch the trash can, and looked at the paper money on his hand with distress, not knowing where to put it.

  People passing by didn't notice the paper money in Cheng Chou's hand, but those who saw it all avoided him.

  Cheng Zhou finally put the paper crane and paper money into the pocket of his jacket.

  "Clang." The bathroom door opposite opened and a tall, thin man wearing a fine woolen windbreaker walked out.

  "Cheng Zhou?"

  Chengzhou turned his head and saw the police officer, subconsciously pulling his leg and running.

  "Cheng Chou, stop right there!" Just as the Mongol officer was about to chase after Cheng Chou, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, covering his mouth and coughing repeatedly. He then raised his hand and pounded on his chest several times.

  Chengzhou Station stopped, a dining car came from the opposite side, he wanted to run but couldn't escape.

  "Cough! What are you doing here?" Officer Meng hastily stepped forward and pushed Cheng Chou, pushing him to the window of the car.

  The man who was desperately blowing air into his palm saw Cheng Zhou walk back again, his eyes widened in fear, and he got up with a cower, shrinking away from Meng, waiting for the dining car to pass by, then quickly slipped into a more crowded and brighter compartment.

  Suspicious character! Officer Meng scanned the man out of professional habit and memorized his physical characteristics.

  In the afternoon, the reckless courage had disappeared, and the ordinary citizens' fear of the public security organs re-emerged. When Cheng Zhou heard the police officer's inquiry, he immediately replied very honestly: "I'm going to Jiuhua Mountain to find my son."

  "Is Red Leaf at Jiuhua Mountain? How did he run so far away? Was someone kidnapped and taken there? Is the kidnapper demanding ransom at Jiuhua Mountain?"

  "Whatever."

  The police officer frowned, "What's 'almost'? Cough cough!"

  "Officer Meng, are you okay? You look like you're not feeling well, are you sick?" Cheng Zhou asked with a hint of concern.

  "Nothing. You first come with me to find the colleagues of the branch, and then tell them clearly about you, Chen Yan, and your son being kidnapped. This time, you can't hide anything, the colleagues of the branch are not as easy-going as I am, this case may be big, and the higher-ups attach great importance to it."

  "Branch office? Higher-ups? The case has already been transferred?"

  "Hmm. This case involves quite a few parties, and when my colleague from another precinct and I transferred the Chen Yan missing person case to them, the branch bureau immediately had someone contact us, asking us to provide more intelligence..."

  Meng suddenly stopped talking and didn't say another word, "Anyway, think more about your son, cough cough!"

  "Is it a police officer?"

  "Cheng Zhou, my chest... I... Cough cough cough! Pffft!" Officer Meng let out a string of urgent coughs, then suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood at Cheng Zhou.

  Chengzhou was completely shocked, and didn't even notice that his clothes were stained with blood halfway. He hugged the unconscious Officer Meng in his arms and turned around to shout loudly: "Is there a doctor? Someone come and save him!"

  "Help! Someone's been murdered!"

  At the same time, the other carriage of Cheng Zhou also let out a more mournful and piercing cry.