Chapter 27 second scene

Around midnight, DeWitt and his group arrived at Weehoken Station on the West Coast Line—the waiting room was gray and dirty, with iron beams criss-crossing naked above the head, completely resembling a warehouse.The platform stretched out along the wall of the second floor, and there were only a few passengers waiting for the train.In the corner next to the gate of the yard is the luggage room, and a clerk dozed off leaning against the counter.The staff at the canteen beside him also looked drowsy, opened their mouths and yawned a lot, and the entire row of black waiting benches in the waiting room was empty.

DeWitt and his group rolled into the station with a gust of laughter. They were the same people, except for one Lehmann. The lawyer who had experienced a big battle retired first at the Retiro Hotel and went back to his apartment to make up for it. Sleep is gone.Jane DeWitt and Rhodes ran to the commissary, and Impoli followed with a smile. Rhodes bought a large bag of candy, bowed exaggeratedly, and held both hands to Jane; , also bought a whole stack of magazines, dedicated to Jane's eyes.Jane, who was dressed in leather, was both right and left, her eyes were bright with joy, and her cheeks were rosy. She laughed, put one hand in the arms of a flower protector, walked to the bench and sat down, and the three of them ate chocolate while having sex talking loudly.

The rest of the four walked towards the ticket gate. DeWitt looked at the big clock on the top of the canteen. The hands showed that the time was 12:4. "Oh," he said cheerfully, "we catch the 12:13—sorry, there's still a few minutes' wait." The four stopped in front of the ticket gate, Ryan and Brook were one step behind, and Ahan grabbed DeWitt's arm: "I'll come, I'll come, don't grab it." DeWitt smiled and broke away from Ahan, and said to the conductor : "Six tickets to Xi'an Gewu, please." "Aren't we seven?" Aham reminded him.

"I know, I have 50 multiple tickets," DeWitt's face suddenly darkened when the conductor threw six tickets from the window.Immediately he smiled wryly again, "I think I should ask the federal government to accompany me with a counting ticket, my original one has expired, and when I was caught by them—" He didn't continue talking, only raised his head and said to the conductor, "Give me another 50-counter ticket." "Your name, sir?" "John DeWitt, Westwood." "Yes, Mr. DeWitt," the conductor said, fearing that they might miss their bus, so he sped up his actions. After a while, he handed out a regular multiple-repeat ticket from under the fence, and just as DeWitt took out his wallet, he took out the When the 50 yuan bill came, Jane's crisp voice came from the other end, "Dad, the car has pulled into the station."

The conductor quickly found the money. DeWitt grabbed the banknotes, dropped the coins into his trousers pocket, and turned to the other three. He held six one-way tickets and the book of multiple tickets in his hand. "Do you want to run?" The four looked at each other, and it was Brook who asked. "No, not yet," DeWitt replied, putting the six one-way tickets and his return ticket into the upper left pocket of his vest, and buttoning his coat. They crossed the waiting room, joined Jane, Rod, and Impoli, went upstairs and jumped into the night air that was as cold as a knife. The car at 12:13 was still parked on the platform. A group of people passed through the iron grid entrance one by one, walked back along the long concrete platform, and a few other passengers followed them scatteredly. It was black, so they had to back up and get into the second-to-last car.

In the compartment, several passengers were already sitting drowsily.