Chapter 1128: Ma Yan

"F*** your mother, human trafficker, I'll f***ing kill you!"

At the junction of the carriages, when the child in the sack was revealed, a tall passenger who had been watching the excitement and waiting to get off the train cursed like this, then gritted his teeth and went up with a kick, directly slamming it into the trafficker's face.

The trafficker, who had already been kicked down by Wang Yan and was clutching his stomach and groaning, was kicked even more miserably, the cartilage of his nose broken.

The trafficker cried out in pain, then turned around very quickly, hugging his head with both hands, curling up, and arching his back to show others.

Fortunately, it was relatively narrow here, only wide enough for two people side by side. Wang Yan stood on one side protecting the child, blocking the road, and only that one passenger was kicking fiercely there.

After kicking a few times like this, Wang Yan stopped the man: "Alright, alright, that's enough; if you kick any more, you'll kill him."

"He deserves to die, f*** his mother. Just now this bastard had the face to say something about children being born without an anus? F*** your mother!" Not feeling relieved, the passenger went up and gave him another kick.

"He deserves it, but I don't," Wang Yan reached out and pushed the angry passenger away. "If he dies on the train, all of us on this train will have to write reports."

After soothing the passenger's emotions, Wang Yan carried the unconscious child and dragged the trafficker who was pretending to be dead, crossing the carriages toward the dining car.

The passengers on the train had all heard the broadcast just now, and now seeing Wang Yan carrying the unconscious child in one hand and dragging the person in the other, how could they not understand the situation?

People were cursing, and many were hitting him, all taking advantage of passing by to grit their teeth and give him a kick. Someone even got hot water and splashed it all over the trafficker, making the trafficker who was pretending to be dead feel energized.

It wasn't until Wang Xin, who had been found further away, came over that the situation improved a bit, not letting the trafficker be beaten to death...

"Stealing children! Stealing children! Stealing children!"

All the way to the dining car, he slammed the door shut. Before the trafficker could catch his breath from his narrow escape, accompanied by the sounds of *slap, slap, slap*, Wang Xin slapped the back of the trafficker's head one after another, then kicked him to the side.

"Alright, you'll beat him to death in a while."

Wang Yan stopped him. Police beating people and enthusiastic masses beating people were two different things. Moreover, this trafficker was truly miserable, having been splashed with two cups of hot water, who knows how much old phlegm spat on him, and kicked so many times—he was truly beaten half to death.

Wang Xin let out a long breath, suppressing the fire in his heart, took out handcuffs, and handcuffed the trafficker behind his back.

The woman who lost her child on the side was truly having a narrow escape; there were no shortage of parents driven mad by losing their children. She was wiping her tears there, constantly calling out to the child, hoping the unconscious child would wake up.

"Big sister, don't worry. The child was just drugged, and plus he was covered for a while, suffocated half to death. Just wait for this wave to pass and he'll be fine. Don't hold him so tightly; even if he wasn't suffocated, you'll pinch him to death. Let go of the child, lay him flat on the table, and let the child catch his breath."

"Thank you, police comrade, really thank you..."

This woman had already kowtowed; of course, Wang Yan and the others didn't accept it. At this moment, she carefully put down the child and kept thanking them.

"Big sister, what are you saying? Serving the people, it's all what we should do. Now that the child is found, that's a good thing. You must be more careful in the future; you won't always be this lucky."

Wang Yan waved his hand, stopping the woman's next words. "Come, tell me your name, where you live, how many people are in your family. I'll register you, and when it's done, you can go."

After such a busy time, soothing the woman's emotions, and simply interrogating the trafficker, until the train arrived at the station, it was still Wang Yan and Wang Xin who escorted the trafficker to the station police for processing.

After sending the person away, Wang Xin finally had time to ask questions again.

He shared a cigarette with Wang Yan, very obsequiously struck a match to help light it, and asked with a fawning face: "Brother Yan, how did you see it? I passed by and took a look too, but I didn't discover anything at all."

For someone like this who acted like a dog, Wang Yan could only shake his head with a smile, took a puff of the cigarette, and said: "Nothing special, just looking at the sack, I thought of this matter, so I wanted to take a look. His reaction was so intense, fighting to the death not to let me touch that sack—isn't that obviously problematic at a glance?"

This time he didn't say anything about seeing mockery in the eyes; that wasn't something everyone could see. Without blindness, cataracts, or other eye diseases, everyone's eyes were generally the same, and not many could capture the emotions in the eyes. Life wasn't acting, and the emotions in the eyes weren't that easy to grasp.

Wang Xin clicked his tongue, patting his own head: "Why didn't I think of letting someone open the luggage to take a look?"

"Forget it, I just had good luck. Just now, it was only ten minutes until the station; where would there be time to check everyone's luggage one by one? If you want to check luggage, it would definitely be one by one, dawdling. With that time, they would have already arrived at the station and left. We don't have the authority to stop everyone on the train from getting off."

"Then your luck is too good; in one round trip, you've caught eight."

"People who love to laugh won't have too bad luck," Wang Yan raised his eyebrows.

"I love to laugh too; people all say I look very good when I laugh," Wang Xin chattered behind him...

In the evening, when Wang Yan was patrolling, he caught three more thieves. Two were taking advantage of people sleeping soundly, squinting their eyes and moving, observing Wang Yan's movements, and were directly handcuffed. There was another one who also had crooked thoughts, but this kid was unlucky; he was just picking someone's pocket when he turned his head and saw Wang Yan standing behind him, catching him red-handed.

Catching players like this was basically no problem. Although it was indeed driven by greed, they weren't habitual thieves. Some were criticized and educated, and some were detained for three, five, or seven days.

Still the same saying, professional habitual thieves were the ones who were dangerous. Once caught, they must be interrogated well, trying to dig out all past events, increase the sentencing, and judge them severely.

Continuing to patrol like this, before reaching the sleeper carriage, he saw Wang Xin smoking at the junction.

Wang Yan looked carefully and asked: "Why is your face bruised?"

"You know the one in handcuffs who came up tonight?"

"I know."

"He jumped off the train and ran!" Wang Xin took a fierce puff of his cigarette. "That guy has such strong hands; I couldn't beat him. Not only did he knock me out in the toilet, but he also handcuffed me in the toilet."

Wang Xin looked indignant, clearly feeling ashamed.

Wang Yan understood, because the person who ran away was Ma Kui. This was also an acquaintance, the old Zhou from *In the Name of the People*, who had been his uncle-in-law. The old bastard still had that same demeanor: staring eyes, loud voice.

This Ma Kui had been locked up for ten years because of a mistake that caused a thief to fall from the train and die. Just a short while ago, the accomplice of the thief who died back then was caught, and in order to perform meritorious service and reduce his sentence, he told the truth about framing Ma Kui, so Ma Kui was on his way to being released. But Ma Kui didn't seem to know, just being mentioned to Ningyang.

So now that there was an opportunity, Ma Kui, who had been locked up for ten years, wanted to run away—nothing more than running back to see his wife and children, and then turning himself in.

And the truth back then was that the thief who fell to his death did so because of Wang Xin's father, Wang Yongge. Of course, the thief himself wanted to jump off the train, but because of Wang Yongge's obstruction, his jumping posture was wrong, which is why he died.

At that time, after Ma Kui came in, he saw Wang Yongge hiding, but Wang Yongge didn't testify for him. This was the conflict between Ma Kui and Wang Yongge. After resuming his police work, Ma Kui also found Wang Yongge to be extremely displeasing. However, he was clear about grievances and didn't involve Wang Xin.

"It's no big deal, go back and rest."

"Big brother, a prisoner ran away during escort, and you say it's no big deal?"

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "When they got on the train before, I looked at his face and found it familiar, but I couldn't remember it for a moment. Just now I was pondering, and when you said you were beaten, I remembered."

Wang Xin looked at Wang Yan resentfully and asked in a muffled voice: "Who is it? Do I know him?"

"Ma Kui, Ma Yan's father. He had a good relationship with my dad and your dad. He used to be on this line of ours too. Later, wasn't it because a thief jumped off the train and died that he was implicated? I guess he's out."

"Is it really him?"

"I'm not sure either, anyway he looks like him."

"Hey, if it really is Ma Kui, I won't be able to get my revenge..."

Wang Yan waved his hand with a smile: "Alright, hurry back and rest. Seeing you got beaten, I'll cover for you for a while longer."

"Forget it, I can't sleep either. You rest, I'll continue. Listening to Cai Xiaonian chattering, you caught three more just now; I don't believe it, I won't catch them."

Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and stepping on it, Wang Xin threw himself into his work with high spirits.

Wang Yan didn't care about him, went to the bed reserved in the sleeper carriage, lay down directly in his clothes, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, half-asleep and half-awake...

The train rumbled along the tracks. It was raining in the Liaobei region, a downpour, raindrops pattering on the train windows, drenching the dim light inside the train.

The rain had stopped by the next day, or maybe he didn't know if the rain had stopped or if the train had driven out of the rainy area. The sky in Ningyang was overcast, looking like it was about to rain.

"It's going to rain," Cai Xiaonian looked at the sky and asked, "Are we still going to take a bath? Don't get poured on after washing, and then catch a cold—that would be a disaster."

Wang Xin nodded in agreement: "Go home and boil some hot water, just wipe it off. Let's go again when we come back on the next train."

Niu Dali looked indifferent: "I'm fine with anything."

He was a boiler stoker, covered in dust, and could never be clean.

"Then let's eat something, and then go back."

It was morning, and everyone hadn't eaten anything in the morning. They went out to find a restaurant, pooled their money and coupons, and had a meal together before riding their bicycles back to their compound.

The bicycles belonged to Wang Xin and Cai Xiaonian. Both were only children in their families. Cai Xiaonian's father had been a train driver for many years, and his treatment was excellent, better than many people at this time.

Wang Yan and Niu Dali didn't have bicycles; Wang Xin was carrying Cai Xiaonian, and Niu Dali was carrying him. Because he, Wang Mou, weighed over two hundred jin, Niu Dali wasn't good at anything else, but he did have some strength, and the bicycle pedaled as if it were flying.

Arriving at the state-run store, Wang Yan jumped off the bike: "You guys go back, I'll buy some things to prepare for dinner tonight."

Niu Dali propped up the bicycle's kickstand: "Since you say so, I have to buy some too. We brothers are both alone; eating is really uncomfortable. Go to a restaurant, can't afford it. Cook it yourself, don't want to move. Lazybones, lazybones, that's how it comes. You two go back, I'll park the bicycle at your door in a while, Xiaonian."

"Leaving, lazybones." X2

Wang Xin and Cai Xiaonian teased him before leaving.

"As if they were very diligent themselves, who doesn't know who," Niu Dali scolded with a smile, entering the state-run store with Wang Yan.

What a state-run store was, needless to say. To say its most important role, of course, was still when material supplies weren't abundant, mediating various material distributions, and also providing many jobs, stabilizing the social situation.

As a provincial capital, Ningyang had many state-run stores. Except for holidays, there was basically no situation of people crowding, and the flow of people was basically the same as the supermarkets downstairs later. It was mainly because people were frugal, poor, and reluctant to consume.

People in this era were the most frugal, but also the most extravagant.

As soon as they entered, they saw a girl with a melon-seed face, two large braids, and a clean look, pouting there reading a book at the counter directly facing the door.

Hearing the movement, the girl raised her head and greeted them with a smile: "Wang Yan, Brother Dali, just back?"

"Exactly, two lazybones, buying some things to prepare for dinner tonight. Seeing that it's going to rain, save from tossing and turning." Niu Dali walked in and said in surprise, "Oh, if I'm not mistaken, this is a math book? Preparing for the college entrance exam? Going to be a college student."

"Should I just become a cadre? Still a college student," Ma Yan said with a smile. "Just reviewing, don't know what's going to happen yet."

"You can definitely pass," Niu Dali said with considerable strength.

"Borrow your auspicious words." Ma Yan then looked at Wang Yan. "Hey, Wang Yan, isn't your studying quite good? Old classmate, you should also take care of me. Turn around and let me see your books, notes, and so on, and it's best if you can get me a set of review materials."

"If I had the authority, I'd directly specially recruit you to college and directly assign you to be a cadre."

"Hey, that would be great." Ma Yan couldn't hear the thorns in his words.

This was what Northeasterners often called "talking nonsense."

"I'll flip through it when I go back and send it to you tonight."

"That's just right, don't buy things either, just come to my house for dinner tonight, anyway it's not a few steps away. I'll go back in a while and let my mom cook more. Brother Dali should go too, everyone is not an outsider."

"No meat won't do," Niu Dali said.

"That must have it."

Niu Dali waved his hand at this time: "Forget it, I still have some leftovers at home, have to clean them up, otherwise it's a waste."

A successful round of human interaction and meaningless nonsense finished; Northeasterners generally chatted like this.

Wang Yan didn't stand on ceremony, nodded directly, and then said: "Four pieces of dried bean curd, three chicken frames, a strip of pork belly, and get me two hairtails and a bottle of Tao'er River."

Ma Yan clicked her tongue, looking unhappy: "You this..."

"Don't do useless things, I'm full and the whole family isn't hungry, your aunt has good skills, I'll also have some meat."

"You have to live your life, now that you're a police officer, save some money, borrow some, find a wife and have a child, and carry on the family line for your Wang family."

"I think you're not bad, the requirements aren't high, right? Don't need me to borrow money, right?"

"Police officers still acting like hooligans? I'm going to find Uncle Hu, see how he tidies you up." Ma Yan rolled her eyes, but blushed a little.

Niu Dali looked left and right, turned and walked away: "Comrade, that what, give me two pieces of dried bean curd, one chicken frame, and another bottle of Erguotou."

Wang Yan shook his head with a smile, took out money and coupons from his pocket: "Don't be polite, you take the things back in a while, I'll go over at five in the afternoon. Take two more cans of yellow peaches, digest after eating. Take another pack of cigarettes, cigarettes are gone too."

"Why don't you choke to death."

Ma Yan was annoyed, but still went to pack the things; she of course knew Wang Yan was taking care of her.

But she also knew Wang Yan was truly a spendthrift. She had been working here for two years, and Wang Yan had bought no shortage of meat, cigarettes, and wine here...

After settling the money and coupons, Wang Yan and Niu Dali left the state-run store, still Niu Dali riding the bike, Wang Yan sitting in the back.

But Niu Dali was pedaling quite slowly this time, perhaps because Wang Xin wasn't following to race; adults weren't mature either, they were all children.

"Wang Yan, are you and Ma Yan doing well?"

Wang Yan asked back with a smile: "Just because we said two sentences and teased each other, we're doing well?"

"Anyway, I see Ma Yan's eyes are unusual, they're about to grow on you. I'm telling the truth, Ma Yan is a good girl, the orphan and widow at home aren't easy, she definitely doesn't care about any bride price, you two are classmates, look, childhood sweethearts."

Niu Dali chattered, out of good intentions.

In fact, Wang Yan was also quite well taken care of in this compound, with people greeting him for meals during holidays, and he had been to everyone's house. He wasn't annoying, and everyone liked him quite a bit.

He was also quite tough, having fought from childhood to adulthood. Originally, railway children weren't bullied, and he had fought his way to a reputation; the children here all used his name to show off. When fighting, they liked to mention people, and he was the one mentioned.

He was also quite capable of tossing and turning. Before he went to the police academy, if someone in the compound wanted to exchange coupons or buy something, they would find him. Properly speaking, he also helped neighbors solve many problems.

After all, this thing also required connections and courage. He wasn't exactly open and aboveboard here, but it was close enough, and no one bothered him. Because of his father's relationship, because he could fight, and because he was difficult to deal with, no one wanted to find trouble with him. In some people's eyes, his reputation wasn't too good...

Of course, it's different now; he's a police officer, so he can't make mistakes.

The wind from the south, blowing to the north, always takes longer...

Wang Yan said: "You're three years older than me, worry about yourself."

"What else do I have to worry about? I'm doing great with Yao'er. I've already thought about it, when we get married, I'll find thirty bicycles, and I've already saved up the coupons for the 'three turns and one sound.' I'll mention it to our leaders again, change to a better house, and this life will be lived..."

Niu Dali described the beautiful future life with longing, and finally said, "Now there's only one thing missing."

"Missing what?"

"Missing Yao'er agreeing to me."

Immediately after, Niu Dali said, "But I know she's just shy; actually, she has me in her heart."

Seeming to think of Wang Yan's expression, he said, "Don't believe it, she even smiled at me today when we left..."

Well said... ===== CHAPTER 1129 =====