RYEY -Chapter 373 Ye Chengying Is Furious

Cheng Qiao sighed. With something like this happening, it seemed that no one in their carriage would be allowed to leave. Being this close to the incident, everyone here was a suspect.

The train police looked at the deep cut on the middle-aged man’s neck and then suspiciously glanced at the couple.

“It wasn’t us. We were sleeping fine last night. This morning, when I climbed down from above, I noticed my feet were sticky, and that’s when I realized it was blood.”

“What were you doing last night?”

“We were sleeping.”

“Who can vouch for you?”

“Well… Xiao Cheng can, and him too.”

“I… no, no, no, I know…”

Both of them pointed toward a scruffy man, who trembled in fear, barely able to speak.

A murder had occurred on the train. Even when it reached the station, no one was allowed to leave. Everyone on the train was a suspect, including the distinguished passengers in the soft sleeper compartments.

Normally, at night, people would find the nearest restroom or water source—they wouldn’t cross several carriages.

But murder was different; the killer could have fled after committing the crime. They just didn’t know why this middle-aged man had been killed.

The train police checked the man’s belongings. He didn’t have much cash and carried only a small amount of luggage.

“Requesting backup. Ensure the culprit is caught.”

The attendants hurried toward the front carriages. The train was still moving—they had to race against time.

Cheng Liguo and Li Bing, standing at the station, watched the train slowly arrive and felt relieved. They knew very well why Cheng Qiao had come to them.

Though they felt it was a shame for Cheng Qiao, her arrival would solve many problems for them, which was exactly what they wanted.

Especially for Cheng Liguo—Cheng Qiao’s secrets could sustain life in the desert. The greenery they had planted back then had now grown into a full patch.

Later, everyone planted more greenery using the previous grass-grid method, but the success rate was never as high, and the growth was extremely slow.

“Li Bing, what’s going on? Why aren’t they opening the train doors?”

“Yes, even the windows are shut. Are they not letting people off? Did something happen?”

“Maybe something happened… can we find out?”

Li Bing nodded and ran to the train office. There was a phone there, and with his officer ID, he could use privileges in an emergency.

Ten minutes later, Li Bing returned, looking grim. Cheng Liguo’s heart sank. Could it be… Cheng Qiao and Xiao Chengli?

“Uncle, don’t worry. My younger sister-in-law and Xiao Chengli are fine. It’s just that the person sleeping opposite them was killed—someone’s throat was cut in the middle of the night.”

“Ah, what happened exactly?”

Li Bing shook his head. At his level, some matters were impossible to know. So if his younger sister-in-law and Chengli wanted to get off the train, it would probably be difficult.

Cheng Liguo wasn’t a fool either. After thinking for a moment, he turned and left the station, heading straight to the only post office nearby. He needed to call an old superior.

Ye Chengying was smashing cups in his office—this was the second cup he had broken. The soldiers nearby were too scared to approach. They didn’t know why their usually calm leader had suddenly lost his temper.

“Ring… ring…”

The phone rang. Only someone from above or someone familiar with him could get through. Steeling himself, Ye Chengying picked up the receiver.

“Old Leader, this is Cheng Liguo. Cheng Qiao and Xiao Chengli are trapped on the train and can’t get off. It seems someone has been killed on the train.”

Ye Chengying took a deep breath. The middle-aged man was a martial arts expert he had sent specifically to protect Cheng Qiao. When Cheng Qiao went to school, he handled logistics; when she worked as a doctor, he managed security.

Yet here, on the train, he had been quietly killed by someone. Whoever did it must have been incredibly skilled. Thinking of this, Ye Chengying’s hands began to shake—it was a blatant provocation.

“Old Cheng, how capable is your daughter of defending herself?”

Cheng Liguo froze for a moment, recalling Li Huan and Cheng Qiao sitting in the courtyard at Xiangyang Village, skinning a bear.

Whether it was Li Huan who caught the bear or Cheng Qiao who had played a role, his mind blurred. His instincts told him this was the work of his own daughter.

“Old Leader, I don’t know… maybe I—”

“No. You just focus on taking care of your grandson.”

“But if my grandson—”

“He won’t be harmed. If it’s those people taking action, it won’t affect family. You and your grandson are safe.”

Cheng Liguo wanted to say more, but the call had already ended. Hearing the busy tone in his ear, he hung up with a heavy heart.

What he didn’t know was that after hanging up, Ye Chengying immediately bought a train ticket. He was going to find General Yao and figure out what had happened, and why some special department had intervened.

Although Ye Chengying had no evidence yet, eliminating a martial arts expert so quietly could only have been the work of a special department. No one else could have done it.

He had just lost a key protector, and the person he cared most about was now in danger. If something happened, how could he face Ye Jun?

Could it be that the Wu family had descendants unknown to him, who acted in revenge because their family had been harmed by Cheng Qiao? That seemed unlikely.

Cheng Qiao knew they were already being monitored. Still, Xiao Chengli had to use the restroom, so a train police officer accompanied him and then brought him back.

Cheng Qiao got off her bunk, placed the organized packages between herself and the scruffy man, and then held Xiao Chengli on her lap, calmly looking outside.

From her angle, she couldn’t see the platform. Even if she knew her father and Li Bing were likely waiting there, opening the window wouldn’t help.

“Mom, why did this person die?”

“I don’t know… maybe he offended someone.”

“Is the bad person who killed him still on the train?”

“Probably, but probably not in our carriage.”

“Why not?”

“Who would be foolish enough to kill someone and then stay at the scene to get caught?”

“Yeah, right. No one’s that stupid.”

Xiao Chengli nodded repeatedly. Whenever Li Ming got into trouble, he would leave the scene quickly. Even if someone suspected him, there was no evidence he was there. So everything Mom said made sense.

Time passed quietly. The atmosphere in the carriage grew increasingly tense. Everyone was under suspicion and fear, uncertain when they would regain their freedom.

Gradually, many people became restless. Soon, unrest spread throughout the train, and some even tried to forcibly open windows and doors. They hadn’t killed anyone—why should they be trapped in the carriage?