Chapter 6 Impostor’s Taunt
“Nobody…?”
The realization slammed into me.
Someone had been pretending to be an attendant—following me the whole time.
They hadn’t even known about the kids’ watch on Miaomiao.
They shut it off because of me.
I’d gotten my own sister into worse danger.
Rage burned away every rational thought.
I spun and bolted back the way I’d come.
I had to find that fake attendant.
If I caught her, I’d find Miaomiao.
The Train Police officer understood instantly.
He ran after me, barking something into his radio.
Then the announcement blared overhead.
“Dear passengers, we have arrived at the station. Please exit in an orderly fashion.”
I hadn’t even noticed the train slowing.
Passengers surged to their feet, clogging the aisle completely.
“Move! Get out of the way!”
I shoved people aside, but there were too many.
“This way!”
The officer pointed to the seats.
I jumped onto them and scrambled forward, hand over hand, over the backs of the chairs.
A trip that should’ve taken less than two minutes now felt endless.
Almost there.
One more Carriage.
I looked up—and saw her.
The fake attendant.
She’d changed into completely different clothes.
A pink little bag hung from her shoulder.
Miaomiao’s bag.
It stabbed my eyes like a blade.
And slumped against her shoulder was a small figure in a blue dress, strawberry clip in her hair.
I lunged forward, vision tunneling.
She looked straight at me and smirked—openly mocking.
I read her lips clearly.
“Your sister is adorable. But she’s mine now.”
Then she stepped off the train, Miaomiao in her arms.
Fury drowned me.
“Get out of my way!!”
I swung at anyone blocking me—didn’t care who.
“Are you insane?”
“Learn some manners—wait your turn!”
The crowd turned on me, pushing back.
By the time they cleared, she was already hurrying across the platform toward the exit.
She glanced back, paused just to sneer again.
I’d lost too much time.
By the time I reached the nearest door, the train lurched forward again.
The doors began to close.
Beep—beep—beep.
“Miaomiao!!”
I roared her name loud enough to startle the entire platform.
The tiny figure on the woman’s shoulder stirred, as if she’d heard me.
The doors were inches from shutting.
I threw myself forward with everything I had.
Half my body was already outside.
One more step and I’d be on the platform.
Then someone yanked me back hard from behind.
I crashed backward.
Bang.
The doors sealed shut.
I watched, helpless, as the trafficker vanished into the crowd.