kingnovel Chapter 444 I'm Going to Blow Up the Train!
Chapter 444 I'm Going to Blow Up the Train!
Yu Hua remained as carefree as ever, unaware of Zhuang Chaoying's unusual behavior.
He followed Zhuang Chaoying back to his bunk, stopped, plopped down on the lower bunk, put his bag on the bed, and took out a book from it.
He leaned against his luggage, half-reclined, and leisurely began reading a book in the dim light of the carriage, as if everything outside was irrelevant to him, immersed in the world of words.
Zhuang Chaoying wasn't so leisurely; he was extremely anxious.
After casually tossing his bag onto the middle bunk, he frantically searched the carriage for his target.
The thought of detonators sent a chill down his spine. Those things were deadly, incredibly powerful, and could kill someone in the blink of an eye.
At that moment, this deadly thing was approaching his carriage, and he dared not relax, his mind was on high alert.
On the other side, Yang Qingliang, carrying a backpack, strolled leisurely through the aisle of the hard-seat carriage and headed towards the hard-sleeper carriage.
As he walked, he would occasionally touch his rumbling stomach.
Looking at those people who were sitting lazily in their seats after eating and drinking to their hearts' content, his resentment rose up like boiling water.
"Damn it, I'm still starving, while you guys are all stuffed. Tsk tsk."
He couldn't help but mutter curses under his breath, his eyes filled with nothing but jealousy and resentment.
Yang Qingliang was an extreme gambler.
Once they see a gambling game, they're like moths to a flame, unable to resist joining in.
Whether he knew the people at the table or not, he had to get involved.
But his luck at gambling was really bad; he often lost so much that he was left with nothing, not even his underwear.
He was originally a farmer, and his family was already poor, but his gambling addiction made them even poorer.
While other families in the village have moved into two-story houses, his family still lives in the dilapidated mud-brick house that his father built when he was young.
My parents died a few years ago, and life became even harder. Because of my bad reputation, I could no longer even think about getting married.
With the start of spring planting season fast approaching, he didn't even have the money to buy seeds.
Left with no other option, he had to go to the village head to borrow money.
The captain knew Yang Qingliang's character well and knew that if he had any money, he would definitely gamble it away.
However, they couldn't just stand by and watch him starve to death, since they were from the same village.
With a soft heart, the brigade leader lent him 450 yuan so he could use it to buy seeds and fertilizer.
When he borrowed the money, the captain repeatedly gave him instructions.
"Qingliang, you must use this money to buy seeds. Be a good, honest farmer and stop gambling. Farming is a farmer's duty."
Yang Qingliang left the brigade leader's house with the money in his hand, and at first he really did think about turning over a new leaf.
However, if a gambler could easily control himself, then he wouldn't be a gambler.
Although he was thinking about buying seeds, his feet seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and he unconsciously walked towards Wang Er's house.
As soon as he entered that dimly lit little room, he instantly forgot all of the captain's instructions.
Someone saw him come in and called out loudly, "Qingliang, are you coming for mahjong because we're one short?"
Driven by gambling addiction, Yang Qingliang responded loudly without thinking.
"Come on then, let's do it! Grandpa's going to win big today."
Without hesitation, he pulled out the four hundred and fifty yuan he had borrowed and decided to take a gamble.
As expected, he lost miserably once again.
Amidst the jeers of Wang Er and his fellow card players, Yang Qingliang slunk away.
After leaving Wang Er's house, he was too ashamed to go home, so he turned around and went to a mine in the county.
Because the mine requires blasting, there will be detonators and explosives.
Under cover of darkness, he sneaked into the place where the explosives were stored.
The mine's on-duty personnel seemed somewhat lax at night, and he successfully obtained the explosives and detonators.
As Yang Qingliang walked home with the explosives in his hand, his heart was filled with despair and resentment, and he thought viciously.
"Grandpa doesn't want to live anymore, and you won't have an easy time either. I'm going to take revenge on society and blow up these rich bastards."
The next day, he slept until noon before getting up and carefully putting the detonators and explosives into his backpack.
He walked to the water vat, scooped up a ladle of water, gulped it down, and then walked out without looking back, embarking on a dangerous and crazy path, step by step approaching the train where Zhuang Chaoying was.
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Grandma Liu next door saw Yang Qingliang carrying a bundle and looking haggard as he walked out, and out of kindness...
"Qingliang, where are you going?"
Yang Qingliang turned his head, glared fiercely at the old woman, and retorted irritably, "I'm going to die."
Grandma Liu's daughter-in-law was washing clothes nearby when she heard this and said disdainfully.
"Mom, don't worry about him. He's a gambler. Every time he loses all his money, he yells that he doesn't want to live anymore. Who would believe him?"
"That's true. Yang Qingliang wasn't always like this. It was gambling that ruined him."
As she spoke, Granny Liu took the clothes that her daughter-in-law had wrung out and hung them on the clothesline.
Along the way, Yang Qingliang encountered many villagers. Everyone asked him curiously where he was going, and he always replied that he was going to die. But everyone just thought he was joking and no one took it seriously.
Yang Qingliang walked to the county town in a daze. Because he hadn't bought a ticket, he took a chance and easily boarded the train to Kyoto.
To avoid ticket inspection, he sneaked from the hard-seat carriage to the hard-sleeper carriage like a mouse.
Looking at the well-off people in the carriage, and then thinking about himself, who was already old and didn't even have a wife, the resentment and anger in his heart were like a powder keg that had been lit, burning brighter and brighter.
Especially when the aroma of food wafted from the food cart, his desire to take revenge on society reached its peak.
As soon as he reached the hard sleeper carriage, he could no longer contain his madness. He suddenly took off his backpack, trembling as he unzipped it, and was about to reach out to pull out the explosives inside.
Zhuang Chaoying had noticed his suspicious behavior long ago. He was carrying a bag and looked flustered. Moreover, they hadn't reached the stop yet, and no new passengers were boarding. He locked onto the man almost instantly.
He tentatively called out his name. "Yang Qingliang!"
Yang Qingliang was lost in his crazy thoughts when he was suddenly called out. Startled, he looked up guiltily.
"Who, who called me Laozi?"
It's him! Zhuang Chaoying was absolutely certain, and without hesitation, she kicked him.