After a long, dreary minute, the tunnel whistled out the winding tram.
The sky and the earth were suddenly bright, and the snow-white and icy sky light poured down, filling the entire carriage.
And almost at the same time the light came up—
slap—
Jiang Fang picked up the tram seat plate that had been removed at some point, and swiped it horizontally, hitting Tang Song's side skull heavily.
The people present couldn't even tell whether the crisp cracking sound belonged to the seat plate or the skull of Tang Song.
Tang Song was beaten and rolled several times on the floor.
He arched his waist and tried to get up, but after assuming an embarrassing butt-turning position, he was powerless.
The breath that he managed to collect was broken up again, and he could only squat on the ground without dignity to breathe.
He squeezed his palms painfully.
… damn it…
The damn body of this carbon-based creature...
With this blow, Yuan Mingqing's expression almost cracked again after spending a minute to adjust.
He hurriedly staggered his gaze, for fear that his momentary shaking would be caught by these two.
Jiang Fang threw the blood-stained plastic plate to one side, and said cheerfully: "I'm sorry, sir. I'm a little worried that one second before the light comes on, you will use the gap of our visual sensitivity to attack, so I will first attack you."
The powerless Tang Song gritted his teeth: "..." Damn.
Nan Zhou squatted down beside him, and poked his face lightly with the gun: "Who are you?"
When Tang Song opened his mouth, he felt dizzy and nauseated.
But when his heart was burning, Tang and Song's thinking became more and more fast and calm.
He knew in his heart that his attempt to attack them was a foregone conclusion, and there was no quibble.
He wants to give rationality to this premeditated attack, and also let the two people who already have the intention to kill him eliminate the intention to kill.
And he even had a chance to say a word.
If he is not careful, the two guns present may explode his head at any time.
take the chance…
give a reasonable explanation...
In such a desperate situation, let yourself have the opportunity and value to live...
Tang Song exhaled a bloody breath: "I..."
"You kill me." Tang Song opened his bloody eyes, "Anyway, if I can't go back on time, even if I live, I... and my family will die."
Jiang Fang raised his eyebrows with interest: "Oh?"
Tang Song closed his eyes.
Fortunately, neither he nor Yuan Mingqing lost their memory. In terms of intelligence, they have an absolute advantage.
And now, he must use this advantage in exchange for his own life.
He knows the basic laws of how the world works.
This is enough for him to successfully disguise himself as a native of this world.
… a soldier in charge of escorting them.
He fully showed the slow and sluggish response of an ordinary person with a head injury, and tried to pretend to be indifferent, and simply informed them that the world was infected by an abnormal mental virus.
Simply put, all living beings are sick.
Jiang Fang: "Then why escort me alone?"
He raised his wrist, which still had a deep red scar, and complained a little aggrievedly, "You are being rude to me."
"I don't know." Tang Song gave the most appropriate answer, "You shouldn't be here."
—It stands to reason that they should all be players who came here by accident, so if they disguised themselves as aboriginal people, they must not know where they came from.
"Understood." Jiang Fang nodded, "If this is a conspiracy planned by someone, I am the one who was particularly targeted."
The hearts of Tang Song and Yuan Ming and Qing Dynasties were shocked at the same time.
Grass.
Can this be guessed by him
In a sense, they are indeed the team that is always targeted by the system.
Jiang Fang bent down and slapped Tang Song's head with the muzzle of his gun in a playful manner: "Excuse me, am I important?"
Tang Song was sweating profusely as he forced his dizzy brain to run at high speed, trying to find the best answer—
"No." Nan Zhou raised his hand to question, "Why not target me? Tie me up too? I'm also very strong."
Jiang Fang was taken aback by his straightforward words, and then smiled brilliantly: "Yeah. That's probably just a random assignment, and I'm just unlucky."
Nan Zhou asked Jiang Fang, "Why do you know that your escort is sick?"
"It's very simple." Jiang Fang replied, "If you just opened your eyes, someone will frantically praise your appearance in front of you, walk around excitedly, talk to himself, whisper in a low voice, and try to If you step on your face and shoulders, anyone will think this person is sick."
Nan Zhou lowered his eyebrows and pondered.
That is to say, when Jiang Fang first woke up, the message he received was that a neurotic can move freely, but a normal person is bound...
No wonder, then, that he would attack indiscriminately these "free men".
He decided not to blame him.
Jiang Fang seemed to be inspired by his own description. After a pause, he said thoughtfully, "... Ah. In this case, he may have Stendhal syndrome."
Nan Zhou: "Huh?"
Jiang Fang pinched his chin and said solemnly: "A kind of mental disorder caused by the ultimate pursuit of artistic beauty, which manifests as a certain hallucination in the face of the favorite artwork, and a violent attack."
Li Yinhang: "..."
Is it her illusion
… is he boasting that his appearance is a work of art.
Nan Zhou stared at his face for a moment, and nodded in approval: "If that's the case, then it's reasonable."
When Jiang Fang heard this, his smiling eyes curved slightly: "Thank you for the compliment."
He happily turned to Tang Song who silently rolled his eyes in his heart: "This..."
Tang Song reported his family: "My surname is Tang."
"Mr. Tang." Jiang Fang said gently, "what's wrong with you?"
"You belong to the same armed force as the art fanatic, right? You must be sick, right?"
Tang Song said, "I don't have it."
Jiang Fang: "Oh?"
The information Tang Song knew was also very limited.
But he knew that Jiang Fang's judgment was very correct.
The weapon in his hand was snatched from the person sleeping in the cab.
In a car, there are two people who also have guns and weapons, one inside and one outside.
Apparently, they were guarding the empty tram.
Tang Song searched the belongings of the person killed by him, and found handcuffs, ammunition, and an electronic passport.
These are enough to prove that the two do belong to an organization.
"The organization I'm in... only accommodates mentally ill people who are driven to do so."
In the time left to Tang Song, every time he uttered a word, he was walking on thin ice, like Jian Yuan Tau: "I pretended to be sick in order to give my family a safe place to live."
Jiang Fang: "Who knows if you have the disease of lying?"
Tang Song calmly lowered his blood-stained eyelids and pretended to accept his fate: "Believe it or not."
Nan Zhou: "So, where is the end of this train?"
"You are armed, where are you going? What are you doing?"
… This touches the blind spot of knowledge in the Tang and Song Dynasties.
He was also a newcomer, and he did not dare to spread a deeper lie, for fear that he would not come back.
But he is not without a way to deal with it.
He responded with absolute silence, gritted his teeth.
Because of being overly nervous, a circle of flesh bulged around his cheeks, which vibrated slightly as the tram moved.
Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou looked at each other subconsciously, and then froze for a moment in unison.
… as if they had looked at each other like this countless times before.
"You don't want to say so much, are you worried that we will kill you?"
Yuan Mingqing, who had been silent before and worried that he would expose his relationship with him, took two steps forward and inserted in at the right time.
He suggested to Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou, "We still need him. We don't know enough about the world, right?"
"Have you spoken?" Jiang Fang turned his smiling eyes to Yuan Mingqing, and saw that his back was cold, "I haven't spoken, but spoke for him?"
Yuan Mingqing did not change his expression: "You don't need to guard me like this. It's better to win over a defector from the opponent's camp than us to grope for information and intelligence a little bit."
"Hmm." Jiang Fang looked at Tang Song, whose face was as pale as paper, "That's right."
Hearing Jiang Fang softened his attitude, Tang Song also relaxed slightly.
There was an eerie silence in the car again.
A question tormented Tang Song repeatedly, making him always uneasy.
In the end, he turned his head sideways and asked weakly, "How did I get exposed?"
He considers his actions to be quite secretive, so he can't figure it out.
Nan Zhou: "Didn't you already be on the roof of the car? Followed Mr. Silver Hair all the way?"
Nan Zhou: "Your belt fell off the window."
Nan Zhou: "Your breathing is still so loud."
Tang Song: "..."
He was careless.
There is also a monster that has survived in extreme environments since birth and knows nothing about "assassination" and "stealth".
No matter how well his physical functions and parameters are set, they are still within the scope of carbon-based creatures.
This is something that can't deceive Nan Zhou, who is a non-human being.
Tang Song chuckled mockingly at himself: "The stealth failed."
"Do you call your behavior 'sneaking'?" Nan Zhou looked at Tang Song in surprise, "I thought you were so arrogant, and you followed me without any cover up. You are a very powerful person."
Tang Song: "..."
Tang Song, who had been humiliated invisibly, had not yet completely calmed down, and Jiang Fang's smiling face appeared in his sight.
"I'm sorry," he said. "That gentleman was really right just now, but I'm still worried about you."
"Mr. Tang, can I break your leg? Don't worry, I will find a way to take good care of you, and it will be convenient for you to pick it up afterward."
Without waiting for Tang Song to make any comments, Jiang Fang raised his hand and shot him accurately and hit his kneecap.
Along with the shattering of bones and Tang Song's voiceless exclamation in surprise, Jiang Fang stepped on his shoulder and said gently, "Thank you for your cooperation."
He looked at Yuan Mingqing who was dumbfounded: "Sir, since you care so much about this defector, it's up to you to take care of him."
Yuan Mingqing forcibly broke free from the shock and anger, suppressed the boiling anger in his chest, and replied in a low voice: "Okay."
Nan Zhou stared intently at the muzzle of his gun that was still emitting smoke, glanced at his gun, and gently touched Jiang Fang's waist with it.
He said calmly: "You teach me."
Jiang Fang looked at him: "Okay. But we need to get to know each other again. My name is Jiang Fang. What's your name?"
"Nanzhou."
Jiang Fang tilted his head and looked at him with something else in his eyes: "I think it looks like it too."
"What do you mean 'I look like'?" Nan Zhou asked, "Have you seen me?"
"what… "
In Jiang Fang's eyes, when he grabbed his hair and forced him to look up at him, the face that emerged from the black and slightly messy hair made him a glimpse.
Only at such a close distance did he really see Nan Zhou clearly.
He pressed the muzzle against the side of his neck, slowly rubbing the hot skin, suppressing the beating rhythm from his heart: "... Maybe in a long-term childhood dream."
Nan Zhou blinked curiously, stared at Jiang Fang, and said, "I still have a question."
Jiang Fang softened his tone: "Well, you say."
Nan Zhou: "Do you like to speak in such a pretended affectionate tone?"
Jiang Fang: "..."
He laughed: "Did I leave you with such an impression?"
"If that's the case, I really want to meet you again."
Compared to Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang, who had already started talking, Yuan Mingqing looked at Tang Song who had already fainted, and his kneecap, which had been twisted.
He lowered his head, trying to control his emotions.
Li Yinhang, who was beside him, stared straight at Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang with an uneasy and cramped expression.
"Don't stare at them like this, be careful of being targeted." Yuan Mingqing resisted his irritability and provoked in a low voice, "Don't you think their way of doing things is very problematic?"
"Really?" Li Yinhang hesitated and said to himself, "But I think it's easier to live in this way."
She seemed to be cheering herself up by muttering to herself: "Yes...to be too weak is no good in this environment."
Finally, she has done enough psychological construction for herself.
She quickly walked towards Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou and walked over.
"Hello." Li Yinhang stammered, "My name is... Li Yinhang. I'm a bank clerk... Is there anything I can help you with?"
Yuan, Ming and Qing did not recover for a long time.
When he understood Li Yinhang's overtones, Rao was Yuan Mingqing, who boasted a good temper, blood rushed to his face, and he clenched his fists in embarrassment and anger.
Even if she follows these two neuropathy, she refuses to follow her relatively normal and gentle self
what does she mean
Who is "weak" talking about
Myself... Could it be that I was looked down upon by this stupid human being