After living a new life for my neighbor's grandmother, I traveled through the book again

When Tong Jia was halfway to the train station, he took advantage of the fact that there was no one around and entered the RV.

She put on some old-age makeup inside, and then took Tao Junle to the restaurant for dinner in a swaggering manner.

Even after eating and taking away, it was only three o'clock in the afternoon when we were full and satisfied.

As the two of them were walking slowly towards the train station, they noticed someone from the police station blowing a whistle and running towards the drugstore. Tong Jia knew that the bodies of Uncle Tao and his father-in-law must have been discovered.

Seeing Tao Junle's relieved look after getting his revenge, Tong Jia touched his head lovingly.

Tao Junle smiled and shook his head at Tong Jia, indicating that he was fine. He also took Tong Jia's hand and walked towards the train station calmly.

The more chaotic the streets are, the more patient they have to be.

When the two of them arrived at the train station as if they were taking a walk, it was not yet four o'clock.

Tong Jia bought three roasted sweet potatoes at the entrance of the train station and sat at the ticket office, eating while waiting for the staff member who promised to take them to the train to get off work.

The two were munching on sweet potatoes when they heard someone in the queue mention Uncle Tao's father-in-law.

Of course, they were not talking about the murder, but the immoral things he had done.

The cause was that one of the young men in the queue was always coughing, and another young man in front of him kindly recommended a doctor to him.

The person who recommended it happened to be Uncle Tao’s father-in-law.

The man said: "Although his pharmacy is located in a remote place, the prices are fair and the effects are good.

My father has had cold legs for many years. He has seen many doctors and tried many folk remedies, but nothing has worked. Only after taking a medicine from his family did he finally manage to walk on his own. He used to have difficulty even standing up, but now he can walk on his own.

"Huh! Did your father take that medicine today?

If you're truly a filial son, don't let the old man take the medicine later, otherwise you'll kill him." said a middle-aged man three seats behind the two men.

"Who are you and how dare you talk like that? Whose father are you cursing?" The young man who kindly advised the man to see a doctor got angry. If the people behind him had not stopped him, he might have really fought with the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was not angry, but his tone was clearly sad.

He said: "I have been neighbors with that family for more than 30 years, and my mother used to go to the pharmacy you mentioned for treatment.

She just had a slight cough, and thinking of our neighbors, we went to their house to buy medicine and also to take care of their business.

But who knew that he actually added something to the medicine he prescribed for my mother.

My mother became addicted to it after just one drink.

Indeed, the first three prescriptions were particularly effective.

Not only did the medicine cure the disease, but it also made my mother feel more energetic every day.

But it won't work after a long time.

After taking the fifth dose of medicine, the physical illness was gone, but the addiction remained.

In the next few days, my mother was listless and sometimes even said that she felt as if ants were crawling all over her body.

I took her to see a doctor again and he prescribed three more medicines.

It's better to drink it, otherwise it will get worse. The medicine is more expensive than the other one.

In the end, our family had no choice but to sell the house to pay for my mother's medical treatment.

But my mother didn't want us to live on the streets, nor did she want us to continue to be neighbors with that family of poisonous snakes.

On the day we received the rent, he jumped into the river and committed suicide."

"Then...then...maybe your aunt's condition is just a coincidence and has nothing to do with the doctor?" The young man who was furious before softened his tone after listening to the middle-aged man's story.

The middle-aged man said, "I thought so at first. But my mother's body was kept for three days while we were still in the same house. I heard with my own ears that four or five families went to their house to seek justice.

But they have people behind them, and we ordinary people... sigh...

Little brother, I am reminding you because I see that you are a filial son.

It's up to you whether you listen or not.

I was a little rude in what I said just now, I’m sorry.”

After saying that, she didn't even buy the ticket. She ran to the door of the ticket office, squatted on the ground and started crying.

The young man was stunned for a moment and then ran out of the ticket office.

However, he did not stop at the door, but ran away.

Everyone present could guess what he was going to do, and they all sighed.

Everyone was discussing this matter.

Tong Jia and Tao Junle looked at each other, and silently took a bite of the roasted sweet potato in their hands.

In fact, after she returned to the train station, she felt a little regretful. She regretted that she was a little impulsive in killing Uncle Tao's father-in-law. She unilaterally convicted him based solely on the things in the secret room.

But what she heard now made her regret that her impulsive mood had disappeared, and instead she was glad that she had acted decisively.

After eating the roasted sweet potatoes, it was almost the time they had agreed with the ticket seller.

As soon as the conductor left the ticket booth, he began to look around for someone.

Tong Jia pulled Tao Junle to the ticket seller and handed him a piece of baked sweet potato wrapped in newspaper.

The silver dollar that had been promised to the ticket seller was hidden in the newspaper.

The ticket seller took the roasted sweet potato and felt it as soon as he touched it. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he put the roasted sweet potato and the newspaper directly into his handbag.

Then he said, "Come on, I'll take you to the car."

Because she was accompanied by a staff member, Tong Jia didn't need the ticket handwritten by the conductor to get on the bus.

It wasn't until she got on the bus that she knew the real purpose of the ticket.

This also has to do with whether she is generous in giving money to the staff on the train.

When the conductor saw that she had bought a sleeper ticket, if she didn't pay the conductor, the most she could do was sit on a hard seat in the dining car.

If she gave a silver dollar, she could occupy a row of hard seats in the dining car and rest her legs.

If she gave two silver dollars, she could sleep on the floor behind the cash register in the dining car.

If she gave three silver dollars, she could get an ordinary sleeper berth...

By analogy, the more money she is given, the better the environment in which she can rest, and she can even sleep in the conductor's dormitory.

The reason why Tong Jia knew these prices so clearly was that as soon as she got on the train, the conductor told her the prices for different seats.

The silver dollar was each person's share. Although not every conductor on the train had to give it, the conductor, the conductor who assigned her a seat, and the conductor who brought her on the train all had to give it. That meant there had to be at least three shares.

Tongjia has the money, but she doesn't want to show off her wealth too much and become a piece of meat on the chopping board.

So, after a little hesitation, she chose to give only one silver dollar.

If it weren't for the fact that his legs became swollen from sitting for so long, and if it weren't for the fact that there wasn't enough space in the other carriages except the dining car, Tong Jia wouldn't have wanted to give him even a silver dollar.

The money was given like protection money. If other passengers wanted to sit in the dining car to rest for a while, the conductor would not allow them to sit down without buying food. This made Tong Jia quiet along the way.

We arrived in Shanghai safely after a leisurely journey.

After getting off the bus, she couldn't wait to pull Tao Junle to the ticket office.

But before they could reach the ticket office, the two were surrounded by many people in military uniforms.

To be precise, it wasn't just the two of them who were surrounded, but all the passengers who got off the train were surrounded.

Tong Jia tried her best to remain calm, making the same helpless expression as the others around her, and was escorted to the cell along with everyone else.

The train was already crowded, and there were already some prisoners in the cells. Add to that everyone else on board, including the conductor and the driver, and there was no way they could be locked up.

So, they had to interrogate him overnight.

That night, Tong Jia found out why they were locked up.

A big shot was assassinated silently on a train, and everyone on the train became a murder suspect.

Tong Jia didn't know who the big shot was, and didn't bother to ask.

Because she and Tao Junle were in the dining car the whole time and never left.

As long as it can be proven that the train attendants are innocent and trustworthy, she feels that she and Tao Junle will be safe.

But things often don't go as planned.

The conductor who could prove that the two of them had never left the dining car died suddenly of a heart attack as soon as he was brought in for investigation. It was not known whether he had poor mental quality or had really done something that could not stand up to investigation.

Although the other train attendants knew where Tong Jia and Tao Junle got the tickets, they had not been with them all the time, and for a moment they could not find anyone to prove that they had not left the dining car.

The most troublesome thing was that there were always people on the dining car, and once they got off the car, they were locked up inside. The cell was also crowded, and Tong Jia had no time to touch up her makeup.

Now her makeup is seriously off. She deliberately painted her face black to make it look old because part of her original skin is exposed. From a distance, it looks like vitiligo, but from a close distance... it is obvious that it is a carefully disguised face.

For this reason, Tong Jia was directly listed as the most suspicious suspect.

No matter how she tried to defend herself, she couldn't explain herself clearly, so she finally gave up struggling.

She thought to herself: Could it be that I have killed too many people since I came here, and they went to Meng Po to complain. Meng Po thinks that I have disrupted the order below and wants to take me back?

Compared to Tong Jia's inner panic, Tao Junle was actually quite calm.

He had only one thought: as long as he could be with his sister, he would do anything.

Ever since Tong Jia was discovered putting on makeup, her hands have been shaking uncontrollably, and Tao Junle has been rubbing her fingers to comfort her.

Just when she was about to calm down, they were taken to different interrogation rooms.

Tong Jia and Tao Junle had been struggling and didn't want to separate, but the strength of two people was no match for so many people.

In the end, they were separated and Tong Jia was taken to a small dark room full of torture instruments.

The only light in the room was a fire.

Seeing the fire hook on the fire, Tong Jia felt her legs trembling.

Although the situation was critical, she couldn't help but feel fortunate: Fortunately, she didn't undertake any transportation mission this time, otherwise she couldn't guarantee whether she would betray or not.

The more frightened she felt when she saw those torture instruments, the more she admired the heroes she had seen in history textbooks.

After feeling grateful and impressed, we still have to face what we have to face.

She carefully recalled the journey from Mount Tai to Shanghai. Because Uncle Tao's incident had just happened, she and Tao Junle both needed to calm down. They really did not leave the dining car or enter the RV during the entire journey, and they didn't even know who the big shot who was killed was.

Therefore, even if you torture yourself and force someone to confess, it is still quite difficult.

When Tong Jia thought about the many scars on his body, he felt that even if he was going to die, he couldn't die so miserably.

So, she directly said to the person sitting in the chair with his back to her: “I…I know that a big shot has died, and you are under a lot of pressure to find the murderer, so you want to find someone to deal with it as soon as possible.

It is most appropriate for you to use someone like me, who has no relatives or friends, to take the blame.

Don't worry, I will definitely cooperate with you to suffer less.

So... this torture device... is actually not necessary. Just tell me what you want to hear, and I will definitely say it according to your instructions.

I only ask that you do not torture me, do not touch my brother, and leave my body intact."

"Haha... I haven't seen you for over half a year, and Miss Tong's spirit has faded a lot.

It seems that Miss Tong's search for her relatives has not been smooth over the past six months." After a burst of hearty laughter, Tong Jia heard a relatively familiar, yet distant and unfamiliar voice.

It was not until the person on the chair stood up that Tong Jia could see clearly that the person in front of her was Pan Meiying, the person who had imprisoned her in the northwest.

After seeing who it was, Tong Jia said sincerely, "Officer Pan, are we incompatible? Why is it that every time I see you, it's when I'm imprisoned?"

Pan Meiying chuckled and said, "It wasn't like that last time. I only restricted your freedom then, and everything else was done with courtesy.

This time..."

"I didn't kill anyone this time. I don't even know who the dead person is, so how could I be the murderer?

Commander Pan, you must see clearly and clear my name." Tong Jia didn't care why Pan Meiying hesitated and directly cried out for justice at her.

Pan Meiying asked, "Weren't you about to plead guilty just now? Why are you crying foul now?"

Tong Jia said in a servile manner, "Hey, didn't you know that the person interrogating you was the meticulous and perceptive Chief Pan?

I thought that instead of being tortured into confessing, it would be better to suffer less and just accept my fate.

Seeing you, Commander Pan, I knew I was definitely fine, so I naturally had to tell the truth."

Pan Meiying's smile disappeared and she casually picked up a whip from the torture rack.

She lifted Tong Jia's chin with the long handle of the whip, brought her under the light, and looked at Tong Jia's face carefully.

After a long while, she said loudly, "Bring me a basin of clean water."

After the people outside the door left, Pan Meiying whispered, "You didn't kill that important person on the train, but do you dare to say that the deaths of your cousin, uncle, and father-in-law had nothing to do with you?"

Tong Jia wanted to retort, but Pan Meiying used the whip handle to push her chin up again, stopping her from speaking.

He continued, “Of course, your personal vendetta is not my responsibility.

But...if I tell anyone about this, you and your cousin will probably die, right?"

Tong Jia and Pan Meiying stared into each other's eyes for a long time until a voice came from outside the door: "Report, the water is here."

Pan Meiying finally let go of Tong Jia and said to the outside, "Bring it in, and get a few more basins of water."

When the water was brought in, Pan Meiying said, "Wash your face first. I haven't seen you for more than half a year, and I can't quite remember what you looked like.

However, I can use your amazing makeup skills."