Flying and stopping along the way, after three days of travel, Lu Xin returned to Qinggang.
By now, Qinggang had learned through the helicopter's radio report that Lu Xin was on board, but they had not arranged anyone to greet him. Lu Xin had told them over the radio that he was exhausted and wanted to go straight home to have some peace and quiet.
Thus, Qinggang silently activated its defense system and allowed the helicopter to land directly on the roof of the Guard Department in City No. 2.
Lu Xin wrapped his clothes tightly around himself, came down from the roof, nodded to the young policewoman on duty in the lobby, and walked out of the Guard Department.
Facing the chilly autumn wind, he soon disappeared into the crowd outside.
The subway car was packed with people, and Lu Xin squeezed in among a group of workers on their way home.
Some passengers on the subway were reading newspapers. Others leaned against the carriage walls beneath the dim lights, dozing off.
Some people held magazines over their faces, hiding the way they looked at the legs of scantily dressed women.
Others held shabby, peeling phones and loudly discussed multimillion-yuan deals with the person on the other end.
When Lu Xin had first boarded the train, there had been no seats. After two stops, one became available.
But before he could sit down, an old man carrying groceries rushed over with a "whoosh" and snatched it.
He even glared at Lu Xin.
Lu Xin had lost fair and square, so he could only accept his fate and continue squeezing among the crowd while holding the handrail.
"Ding. Moon Platform has arrived."
Lu Xin raised his slightly weary head and glanced around, then followed the packed crowd out of