Nan Zhou had a headache.
He didn't wake up naturally just now, he was sleeping on the window, and after being frightened by the girl's scream, he hit the latch with his head.
It hurts.
When he woke up, there was a strange big colorful mushroom head in front of him.
It took Nan Zhou a while to figure out that he was not dreaming.
"second-"
Mushroom is very satisfied with the dead silence in the carriage, and the undulating arc of the mushroom umbrella is light and pleasant.
"Among you, three are ghosts."
Terrifying.
Mushroom ignored everyone's ashen faces, and pointed to the offender who was lying on the seat and the white pulp had slowly flowed onto his shoulders: "It's a coincidence, this is not the one just now."
"Friendly reminder, when the ghost's head exploded, it was a white mushroom."
The deceased who was listed as a textbook by mushrooms, but in just a few seconds, the body can no longer be seen.
Grayish-white mycelium extended from his rapidly decaying and shrunken hands and feet, and burrowed into the seam of the car, the shelf, and the pads on the seat.
They extend finely to where the blood splatters, like a dutiful scavenger.
Mushroom is very satisfied with everyone's performance.
Until it caught a glimpse of Nanzhou out of the corner of the eye.
There was a striking red mark on the side of Nan Zhou's eye where he slept by the window, and a few strands of his half-curly hair were curled up when he slept.
He is still looking at it.
The look of curiosity far outweighs fear.
… Mushroom has an inexplicable feeling of being offended.
Nan Zhou found that the mushroom was looking at him, so he kindly reminded: "Speaking of the second."
mushroom:"… "
It shook the umbrella cover unhappily, and the short hand straightened the brim of the hat in a fit of anger, and turned the umbrella cover to the Nanzhou side completely.
"Third, ghosts, like you, have basic common sense, normal thinking ability, and identical physiological structures and physiological responses, so players can skip the steps of harming each other and start your judgments civilly."
Having said that, Mushroom tried to put two short hands together, but only the stubby fingertips barely touched.
"However, players don't have to get frustrated so early!"
"You are not helpless in the face of ghosts."
"Simply put, each of you has the right to vote!"
"Three people can form a team."
"As long as there are three people - it doesn't matter if there are more people - you can rely on the team's judgment to determine a suspected "ghost"."
"After the entire team agrees on the suspect, just use this thing, in the suspect's hands—"
Mushroom took out a silver bracelet that was shaped like a handcuff, and took out another that was exactly the same. After aligning the two obvious grooves on the bracelet, he touched it lightly.
"drop-"
The bracelet made a short mechanical sound of boarding and swiping the card.
Mushroom clapped again happily.
The bracelet used for demonstration turned into two silver powders.
"As long as three players stamp the same bracelet, the owner of the bracelet will automatically be judged as a 'ghost'."
"Of course, the system will determine whether you are actively stamping or passively stamping."
"There is no limit to the number of passive stamps per player."
"Before the game is over, ghosts cannot kill players by means other than voting~"
"You will go through six tunnels before this car reaches the finish line."
"You can understand that there are six rounds of voting, a full six times."
"After entering the tunnel, one round of voting ends automatically; when you walk out of the tunnel, the next round of voting starts automatically."
"Next, it's time for you to verify whether this round of judgment is correct~"
"After coming out of the tunnel, will there be more white mushrooms or colored mushrooms in the car?"
"It depends on each player's choice."
"When you reach the end, all the ghosts will be caught, and the player will win~"
"On the contrary, the prohibition on the ghost will be revoked~"
"Unfortunately, if the player just now hadn't left the dungeon without authorization, you might have eliminated all the ghosts in the first round."
When Mushroom was talking with great interest, the annoying player next to him actually made a sound.
He twisted his cuffs and whispered, "Don't make trouble."
"That's not an edible mushroom."
mushroom:"… "
Nan Zhou raised his head and gestured politely to Mushroom, "I'm sorry, please continue."
… subtle and irritating.
The evidence is that the speed of Mushroom's speech has been accelerated, and the strange tone particles have not been added.
"When the whole army of ghosts is destroyed, this bracelet will become an ordinary prop, and I will leave it to you as a souvenir."
"Excessive violence is not prohibited in this game."
"But I have to remind you again that voting is the quickest and most efficient way."
"When the game is over, the system will accumulate points based on your contributions and decide your next game project."
"Use your brains. It's an absolutely fair game."
"The trial level experience time is one hour."
"So… "
"Have a nice game."
With a thud.
The mushroom quickly shrank into a flat light towards the center and disappeared without a trace.
Crash.
As the mushroom disappeared, the silver bracelet fell to the ground, rolling and bouncing all over the floor like the balloons celebrating its debut.
There was silence in the car.
Under the snow-white skylight outside the window, there were eight people and three ghosts sitting in the closed bus.
It is obviously daytime, but everyone is like a cold pool.
The first to break the silence was the man who took the first action.
He walked to the front row and picked up a bracelet.
Everyone took their own bracelets, but did not dare to wear them, and observed each other.
Until the silver-haired scorpion braided cuff tentatively slipped onto his wrist.
When picking up the bracelet, someone took a lucky look at the driver's seat.
Unsurprisingly, the only driver who may have seen the identities of all normal people in the car has long since disappeared.
On a bus without a driver, they ran towards an unknown place at a speed of 80 kilometers.
This discovery undoubtedly aggravated the stagnation of the atmosphere in the car.
"Don't waste time."
Because he was the first to speak, the first to try to walk towards the driver, the man was stared at by several eyes.
Invisibly feeling that he shouldered some kind of responsibility, he coughed dryly and said, "How about... introduce yourself first?"
He was the first to speak: "My name is Zhao Guanglu. I'm thirty-seven this year, in the first phase of Zhanghua Community. I work in a construction company... uh... I've been divorced for three years..."
As the first person to introduce himself, he didn't know what else to say, so he had to add dryly: "I was the second to get on the bus. The driver said I was the second."
Li Yinhang hurriedly raised his hand: "I'm No. 3! It's also Zhang Hua's!"
She still remembered the warm touch of the driver's uncle patted on her shoulder, and the kind "No. 3".
Unexpectedly, Zhao Guanglu scratched his scalp and said, "Why didn't I see you."
Li Yinhang's heart was suddenly empty, and a cold sweat fell.
… The passenger seat of the bus is still too high, and it is too easy to block people's sight.
Moreover, when he got into the car, he was still sleeping with his face covered with his clothes.
She hurriedly said: "My name is Li Yinhang, I am 24 years old, I graduated from the Finance Department of X University, I work in the Songzhou Street Sub-branch of Guangming Bank, and I am a customer service operator."
Everyone: "… "
Li Bank, working in a bank.
It doesn't get any better than this made-up name.
Li Yinhang: "..."
Although she didn't like her name very much since she was a child, and every time she introduced herself to the exam class, she was inevitably ridiculed, but she had never tried to prove her innocence like this time.
She tried her best to find other evidence: "Bright Bank has a staff dormitory in the second phase of Zhanghua Community, you know that?"
"...Really. I really don't know that." Zhao Guanglu shook his head apologetically, "I fell asleep when I got in the car."
He hadn't yet realized what his words meant in the ears of some new players with no masters.
At least so far, he was the most vocal person in the car.
The eyes of many people looking at Li Yinhang changed.
Li Yinhang's heart was burning with anxiety, but what she had developed in her customer service work was the language organization ability that would not easily get out of control in the face of danger.
Otherwise, you will be judged badly.
She said: "After I came up, I talked to some people, do you remember?"
She didn't hold out much hope for it.
She did talk to other people in the car.
But in order to take care of the sleeping person, she kept her voice very low.
Besides, those people have already got out of the car.
All that remains now are some raw faces sitting in front of her that she has absolutely no impression of.
Sure enough, no one testified for her.
In the scalp-numbing silence, Li Yinhang searched for evidence that he was already in the car: "The bus passed by Dalong's Pickled Cabbage Fish Shop, 31 Food Street, yes, and finally passed the Cross-River Bridge. …”
… The more she talked, the less she got a response, the more frightened she became, the more she fell into deep self-doubt.
She was probably the only one who noticed that the bus was crowded the moment it passed through the tunnel.
Do other people think that the ghost has already gotten into the car
Can you believe what she is saying now
"… All right."
A voice interrupted Li Yinhang, whose voice was already shaking.
The silver-haired scorpion-braided beauty who was regarded as a "beauty" stood up and glanced at her, with gentle encouragement in her pale gray eyes.
"She's been sitting behind me since I got in the car," he said.
Li Yinhang heard the sounds of heaven, and the sweat all over his body suddenly fell.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Although they were eager to catch the ghost, out of the psychology of avoiding harm, everyone didn't want to talk to the ghost so quickly.
Another complained: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"As the rules say, we need to form a team. I don't want to stand in line first, I want to wait and see." He said, "After all, I speak for her. In the eyes of others, she and I are on the same team, so I I just wanted to take a look again."
He spoke in a succinct manner, with a very humble attitude, the kind of tone and demeanor that made people feel like a spring breeze.
"My name is Jiang Fang." He introduced, "I am twenty-five years old, and my father is Ukrainian. I should be a witness to the great friendship between China and Ukraine."
Li Yinhang finally saw his face clearly.
A mixed race indeed.
His facial features, especially his nose and eyes, have a Russian aesthetic, but the lower half of his face has a charming oriental character, and his lips are red and thin.
If it weren't for the special situation, no one would not have imagined the beauty of his mother.
He continued: "I returned to China not long ago because my mother died. I want to come and see the city where she lived. I rented an apartment in Donghua."
The girl in the front row who woke up Nan Zhou with a scream asked in a low voice, "I'm from Donghua Apartment. Why didn't I see you when I got in the car."
"I came up from the back door, and I live in the foreign country." Jiang Fang pointed to another door in the middle and rear of the vehicle, and asked Li Yinhang, "Did you see me."
Although she didn't remember when Jiang Fang sat in front of him, Li Yinhang knew that if she didn't follow his words, she would still be the target of public criticism.
She nodded vaguely in order to get out of her predicament.
Zhao Guanglu was quite alert: "What's your number?"
Jiang Fang replied calmly: "Should we have a number?"
Zhao Guanglu: What do you mean
He looked at the girl who also got on the bus in Donghua Community.
The girl really shook her head and said no.
Zhao Guanglu thought for a while, and then he understood the reason.
In his drowsiness, he also felt that someone was walking around frequently, getting in and out of the car.
You must know that Donghua Apartment is very close to the Cross-River Bridge. Before that, if there were too many people getting on and off the car, the driver was likely to give up telling everyone his number to avoid trouble and record the car on his own. the existing number of people.
In other words, the count is meaningless.
Jiang Fang had nothing to ask here, and Zhao Guanglu quickly remembered another suspicious person in the car.
But when he looked around, he found that the man had disappeared again.
Zhao Guanglu: "..."
When everyone's attention was on the back row, Nan Zhou groped on his seat wholeheartedly, and finally reached the bracelet through the crack in the chair.
When he lowered his head and put on the bracelet, the hard and cold inner wall wiped the slightly raised black butterfly tattoo on the inside of his right hand.
He turned his bracelet, thinking about his thoughts.
Suddenly, Nan Zhou felt like he was being watched.
He put his hand on the headrest of the seat next to him and looked back sideways.
Immediately, he buried half of his face in the raised arms, and heaved a sigh of relief.
… no wonder it feels that way.
Because almost the whole car was staring at him.
… sits in the front row, appears most abruptly, and reacts most abnormally to mushrooms.
When it came to Nanzhou, he also felt suspicious.
"Luoyan." Nan Zhou introduced himself, his tone was very natural, with an air of icy coldness, "Twenty-six years old, teacher of Longtan No. 2 Middle School, usually lives in Longtan District, and during summer vacation, he returns to his mother's house to visit relatives. ."
After several rounds of speeches, everyone gradually became more courageous.
"When did you get in the car?"
"Why aren't you afraid?"
"What is there to prove what you said?"
All three of these issues do require a reasonable explanation.
... So, how can he explain that he was suddenly teleported here, and he is not a ghost. :,