Someone in the villa area of ​​Yongcheng was distracted and couldn't sleep. On this night, Yongcheng was not too peaceful, or it was the case these days, and police officers almost penetrated the entire city.

A medium-sized bus drove slowly outside the city. The driver Li Dacheng was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked at the passengers through the rearview mirror. There were very few passengers on the bus at night. Except for him and his wife who collected the tickets, there were only five or six people.

Li Dacheng has been driving this bus to Port City for several years and has been quiet all the time. Every day, he just got up and drove, parked and slept.

But I feel that driving these days is a bit different from the past. Police cars are parked next to traffic roads such as every intersection, and red and yellow roadblocks are erected. The criminal police and traffic police assist each other in strictly investigating passing vehicles.

In the bus, Li Dacheng saw with his own eyes that many drunk driving and illegally operated black cars were investigated by such sudden attacks. His bus was even checked at every intersection where there were police.

The experienced Li Dacheng naturally knew that the police must be looking for someone with such a big fanfare.

He thought about it carefully and it seemed that there was no big news in the newspaper, but it seemed that the famous Golden Development Group in Yongcheng broke a scandal of employees participating in smuggling activities.

There seems to be another fugitive wanted criminal named Da, and the police offer a reward of 10,000 yuan.

"It would be great if I could see it, maybe I could get some money to spend it." He muttered to his wife sitting beside him, and then was mocked hard.

Li Dacheng couldn't help but smiled at his whimsical idea while driving.

What does this matter have to do with a plain-headed citizen like him? The probability of meeting a wanted criminal is the same as winning the lottery.

Soon, the bus arrived at the toll station leaving the city and began to undergo the last inspection. As soon as the car stopped, two police officers walked in from the wide open door.

The police officer walking in front did not stop and walked into the car and looked at the seats one by one. Although there were fewer people in the car at a glance, the empty seats behind were more likely to be hidden.

The police officer who came in behind stood at the door of the car, stared at a notebook, and asked the driver uncle Li Dacheng: "Master, have you seen any suspicious person?"

When Li Dacheng saw the police turning his head nervously, he looked at the five or six passengers scattered in the car, and did not dare to speak.

Li Dacheng's wife, who was still responsible for collecting tickets and money, walked up to him and replied: "I've finished watching this. What kind of suspicious people can be there? You see, right?"

The police officer who was asking questions said "yes" undeniably, then looked up and saw his colleague who had already reached the rear of the car shook his head at him. He picked up his pen and wrote it quickly on the notebook in his hand, making a record.

At the same time, he turned around and got out of the car, and another police officer quickly followed.

The bus, which had been inspected, was soon allowed to drive outside Yongcheng.

The two police officers who got out of the car got together, and the police officer holding the notebook sighed: "Mom, is this man gone?" He poked the photo of a person on the notebook with his finger. This is the wanted criminal on the run, Gong Di.

If you haven't found someone, you still have to continue searching.

The two policemen looked at the long queue of vehicles outside the checkpoint, sighed, and scolded Gong Yu thousands of times in their hearts.

The bus was driving smoothly, and there was no longer the red and yellow roadblocks that made Li Dacheng worried. He was in a happy mood and hummed a popular song "Little Apple".

Suddenly, with sharp eyes, he saw a figure raising his hands on the road ahead. Li Dacheng, who understood it, quickly parked the car next to the figure and opened the car door.

Passengers in small cities like them, parking on the street to pick up passengers is an unspeakable industry rule. If such passengers do not have bills, it means that the income belongs to him and his wife alone.

Besides, this is just an ordinary secondary highway, and stopping is not considered a violation of traffic regulations.

The bus stopped, and the figure immediately walked in the moment the car door opened. The driver Li Dacheng glanced at him curiously, and then withdrew his gaze.

The person who came to see that he was dressed as a man, wrapped himself in a tight cotton coat, and even his face was hidden under his coat, but it was not surprising in the cold winter.

The man had a backpack behind him, and his cotton coat and pants had holes in several places, which looked a little dusty.

Such a down-and-out appearance made Li Dacheng a little worried about whether he could afford the ticket. His wife immediately went up, blocked the aisle of the bus, and asked coldly: "Where are you going?"

The man who had just gotten into the car was gasping heavily, his voice a little weak: "Go to the Harbour City."

Li Dacheng's wife stretched out her hand and said, "Two hundred and twenty yuan."

The man immediately took out his wallet from his pocket, counted the money and handed it out, but his hand was shaking a little, and heavier and heavier breathing.

Li Dacheng's wife glanced at the desolate man in front of her, curled her lips, and said in her heart: I feel so distressed that my hands are shaking when I get these two hundred yuan fares?

But it was enough to collect the money. She sat down to the seat next to her and made way.

The man walked into the car with his head low, found a seat with no one in front and behind and sat down.

The bus started driving again, and some passengers in the car fell asleep, some were making phone calls, and some were playing with their cell phones.

Finally, the man who got into the car sat down with his head low and motionless.

If it weren't for the heavy breathing, Li Dacheng's wife would have thought she was dead.

The bus continued to stop, and a few hours passed, not far from the port city. No one waved to get on the bus next to the road, which meant that Li Dacheng and his wife had no additional income today.

Both of them were not bothered, after all, they were used to it.

Suddenly, the man at the rear of the car who kept his head down like a corpse shouted loudly: "Down...Low..." He gasped sharply as soon as he made a sound.

When Li Dacheng's wife saw this, she asked loudly: "Are you getting off the bus?"

The man nodded while panting.

As he wished, the bus stopped at an intersection made of earth and rocks. There was no one here, and only a few rays of lights were seen in the distance.

Perhaps Li Dacheng's wife felt that the young man was breathing pitifully, and she rarely asked kindly: "Do you want help?"

She pointed to the man's backpack.

The man wrapped in a worn cotton coat couldn't speak, but just shook his head, got up quickly, took his backpack and got out of the car.

The bus starts.

Li Dacheng's wife saw through the car window the man who got out of the car was walking along the dirt road with his backpack on his backpack. She walked very slowly and her figure was a little trembling.

The man wearing a big cotton coat is definitely not cold.

She murmured in a low voice.
Chapter completed!