Chapter 894 (2/2)

The sky darkened outside the van’s windows as the time approached 7:15 p.m.

This was the train station’s peak hour. On average, there would be over 300,000 pa.s.sengers transit every day at this station in west Beijing.

Amongst them were countless educated individuals, workers of various occupations, as well as numerous farmers.

The train station was rowdy, without a single second of silence.

Each pa.s.senger would wait by the ticket gate to enter the station. Dust-covered backpacks jostled against each other, while some people were carrying rolled-up beddings on their backs.

This was not like southern Beijing, where public transports were mostly business-cla.s.s high-speed rails. The flow of people was less controlled here.

Security checks were mainly tasked with matching personal identification card numbers with train tickets. As long as the digits on the pa.s.sengers’ tickets matched and they were not carrying any prohibited items, they would be allowed to pa.s.s through.

It would be almost impossible to demand the security staff to check every single child to see if they were being drugged unconscious.

After all, their job was tiring enough on its own – to be able to sit there and carry out security checks all day was already immensely taxing.

The human traffickers were aiming at this breach in security when they chose to board the train in this station.

The train was due to depart at 7.30 p.m. This was usually when parents began noticing that their children had gone missing. Things would have been too late by then as the human traffickers would have already boarded the train along with their child.

Undeniably, the human traffickers’ plan was extremely well-planned. The only mistake they made was setting their eyes on the wrong target.

The train whistled as the sky above Beijing city fell into darkness.

Meanwhile, in a car repair shop not far away from Pan Garden, five blokes were standing in a row.

“It’s already 7.30 p.m., why isn’t the Little Boss back yet? The Orleans chicken wings I grilled for the Little Boss are already cold.”

“Could it be that the Little Boss lost his way?”

“Impossible! Did you forget about the Little Boss’s ability to remember anything at first sight? Only an idiot like you would get lost!”

“Stop making noise, S is already on his way to the school. He should be back soon.” The relatively cool-headed one was, in fact, the youngster L, who was holding an iron pipe.

However, before S could return, Helian Wei Wei’s BMW Tomahawk appeared. The beautiful streamlined vehicle came to a halt in front of them. Helian Wei Wei took off her helmet and raised an eyebrow. “What are you all standing here for?”

The five blokes looked at each other and replied solemnly in unison, “Waiting for the Little Boss!”

“Little Qingchen is still not back yet?” Helian Wei Wei paused, furrowing her brow.

The distance from the kindergarten is less than half an hour. Even if he was taking Blackie for a stroll, he should have been back by now…