A man with bloodstains on his clothes and arms, holding a knife with a blood-dripping tip, ran onto the platform and yelled at the trailing train police: "Don't come any closer!"
Among the train police who pursued, one clutched his injured arm, glaring at him, "Don't be impulsive. Whatever it is, we can sit down and talk."
"Talk my ass. My business failed, I'm in debt up to my neck, and now I'm seriously ill. Why does all the misfortune fall on me? What did I do to deserve this?"
The man screamed in anguish, his eyes wide open, threateningly gesturing at the people around him.
The train police were afraid he might harm the waiting passengers and half-surrounded him, with one officer going to call for backup.
This was a major station, and many people were waiting to board, so the commotion attracted a large crowd of onlookers.
