Dead silence.
In such a dead silence, Li Yinhang heard his voice trembling slightly: "Brother Fang, what did you say... What?"
Jiang Fang's answer was that he smashed a nearby closed window with an elbow.
As of now, the vehicle has been running for nearly an hour.
The regular and powerful rolling sound from the bottom of the car made the body rumble and tremble.
They have been driving for a long time, but they have not yet driven out of this long, winding fog.
The huge foggy mountain became the only pillar between heaven and earth, as if it was a solid solid, and it was not until the car window was opened that people felt that the "mountain" was originally flowing.
Jiang Fang casually unloaded the small table from the stand, pressed a corner with one hand, and bumped with his knee, folded most of the plastic table board, leaving only a long, cold plastic stubble hanging in place.
He stuck one end of the plastic board out of the window and dipped it into the fog, like a dragonfly in the water.
When Jiang Fang retrieved the plastic plate again, the expressions on the faces of the three people in the carriage were instantly ugly and could not be added.
- The part of the plastic plate that was in contact with the mist was cut off evenly!
What flows outside is not a flowing mist at all, but a ten thousand-thousand-heavy blade!
As long as it falls into it, it will be broken into thousands of molecular particles in an instant, and it will disappear without a trace.
"Did you see? We were wrong." Jiang Fang said in a regretful tone, "Shouldn't get in the car."
This car is indeed heading for the "future".
Unfortunately, the name of the "future" is death.
Yuan Mingqing took two steps back, his knees hit the seat, and he sat down on it, swallowing dryly.
He wanted to argue, maybe at the station, or wait for the fog to clear up.
But he wasn't so naive yet.
Chen Sufeng said in surprise: "But what did you mean just now?"
Jiang Fang smiled lightly.
With such a smile, he grabbed the wrist of Yuan Mingqing, who was deeply shocked and crazy, like lightning.
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties were not people who could be rounded or flattened.
When he was about to raise his hand to resist, Jiang Fang slid out a piece of thin steel bar from his sleeve, a piercing action, which went straight through his palm.
At the moment when he was in pain, Jiang Fang twisted the clothes on the back of his neck with his backhand, stepped on the unilateral seat with one foot, twisted his waist, and jumped over the back of the seat cautiously, in the narrow corridor of the carriage, It was translocated before and after Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.
When he was in the air, the short dagger he just took out from the warehouse turned out in the palm of his hand.
As soon as Jiang Fangfu landed, the tip of the dagger stabbed three or four times in the shoulder and neck of Yuan Mingqing, who wanted to flee forward.
In the continuous attacks, Yuan Mingqing was almost mad with pain, and his body involuntarily fell forward.
Jiang Fang successfully took advantage of the situation, grabbed Yuan Mingqing's hair, and aimed his eyes at the sharp table board that he had just split with his own hands and was still connected to the table shaft.
Li Yinhang let out a scream, hiding the sound of blood splattering.
The whole process takes no more than five seconds.
After finishing a bloody assassination effortlessly, Jiang Fang took a deep breath: "That's what it means."
"I closed the door on purpose." Jiang Fang pointed to the position of No. 3 carriage with his blood-stained thumb, and added thoughtfully, "Lest you mess up the previous carriage and let him not understand. What the hell happened in the car."
Chen Sufeng exhaled a turbid breath and nodded: "...Understood."
They got on the wrong train.
The only way out is to return to the station as soon as possible to end this cycle.
Instead of being killed silently by the fog, or trapped in the car by the fog and afraid to get out of the car and starve to death, it is better to create as many massacres as possible and make the pictures in the carriage as tragic as possible.
Nan Zhou was the first person to return to the station with the ability to move independently.
The "hints" mentioned in the contract were most likely left to him.
These four little ants need to use their own lives as clues to leave enough "carriage danger" pheromones for Nanzhou.
Chen Sufeng looked around and tore down the loose curtains in the No. 4 compartment.
... When he first returned to the station, because his san value almost returned to zero, he was not in the mood. He was helped by Li Yinhang into the car, and he tripped over the raised rubber and pulled the curtains loose.
Now this curtain can be used as his shroud.
Chen Sufeng said calmly, "Kill me."
Facing Jiang Fang, his voice did not waver much.
Even though Yuan Mingqing was kneeling in front of him with blood stained, the drooping arm muscles were still twitching nervously.
Jiang Fang stared at him for a while, took the curtain from his hand, and patted his shoulder.
He rationally assessed: "After you go out, you may need to ask Yu Lu to take you to receive psychological treatment. It's not good to always think about death."
Chen Sufeng: "..."
Li Yinhang: "..."
Although they did not dare to speak, they agreed that Jiang Fang was the one who needed psychological treatment the most.
It didn't take much time to deal with Chen Sufeng.
Jiang Fang strangled him with a curtain, and laid his warm body on the ground, carefully covering his body with a curtain.
After making sure that he had successfully expired, Jiang Fang turned his attention to Li Yinhang.
Li Yinhang: "..."
Her back was firmly against the wall of the compartment, and she bargained with him in cold sweat: "Brother Fang, our friendship is not bad. ... Can I choose how to die?"
Gentleman Jiang Fang said: "Okay. I respect the girl's choice."
Li Yinhang: "..." I thank you.
She stepped on the soft seat cushion and stood in front of the large shattered window glass that was pouring in mist.
She looked out the window with the illusion of being in an abyss.
After taking a few deep breaths, she turned around and said, "Brother Fang, can you come over here?"
Jiang Fang approached according to the words, and thought that Li Yinhang might not be able to do anything to him.
This feeling is understandable.
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties had already left enough tragic signs, and he didn't mind letting Li Yinhang die more cleanly and painlessly.
When he walked in front of Li Yinhang, her ball head was ripped apart by the wind and brushed into her eyes.
But she strikes with unexpected precision.
- Li Yinhang waved one hand and used the blade hidden in his palm to cut Jiang Fang's carotid artery.
With a pale face, she smiled narrowly at Jiang Fang and said, "So... it's more like we're fighting?"
Jiang Fang was stunned for a moment, clutching his blood spurting neck, blinking his eyes and smiling approvingly.
thanks.
Very thoughtful.
It also saved him trouble.
Li Yinhang, who had completed this little revenge, faced Jiang Fang and held on to the broken window glass with his backhand, leaving a bright red bloody handprint on the edge of the window.
She fell backwards, throwing herself into the wind.
In an instant, she disappeared without a trace.
The blood that spurted out from Jiang Fang's neck stained the curtains covering Chen Sufeng's body red.
The world in front of Jiang Fang became bright and dark, like a light bulb with poor contact.
The sound of breathing was amplified to infinity.
With every inhalation of oxygen, most of the oxygen is lost from the wound in the neck.
The function of the lungs quickly breaks down.
Followed by other organs.
Jiang Fang didn't care, he pressed a section of the broken artery and slowly paced to the last carriage, stepping on the blood he shed all the way, and Ren Hongyi wet his silver-white hair.
He sat down against the carriage, tilted his head back, and smiled at someone in the air: "It's been a long wait, I'm here to find you."
The second reincarnation starts here.
Everyone's memory related to the station is completely emptied, collectively recovered, and returned to the original point.
Jiang Fang was awakened by the sound of the station siren, and once again accepted the punishment and was wrapped in the silk thread of the puppet.
This time Nan Zhou also saw the images left by their "cannibalism".
Unfortunately, the results are still not satisfactory.
Everyone is at the station at this time, in the bureau, looking at flowers in the fog, naturally can't remember the contract of reincarnation, and can't see the fog of murder.
Although Nan Zhou tried to prove that there was some kind of "reincarnation" in the train, they couldn't come up with conclusive evidence that it was their right choice to stay at this seemingly hopeless and nowhere station.
Jiang Fang: "..." Alas.
He fell into the same melancholy.
Lovers don't kill people, worry about people.
As a result, the train once again carried four people and headed for death.
Jiang Fang, who regained consciousness in the cab again: "..." Tsk.
Together with the recovery, there are all their memories of the first round.
This time, as soon as Jiang Fang entered the No. 3 carriage, Yuan Mingqing scolded: "If you dare to hit my eyes on the table again, I will kill you first!"
Jiang Fang's smile was full of sincerity, without any compromise: "Overcome and overcome. Once you are born, you will be familiar with it the second time."
Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties were deeply shocked by Jiang Fang's brazenness.
I'm sorry, but I don't have a good memory, but I actually treated Jiang Fang as a human again.
And at the same time.
Nan Zhou, who was at the station, sat alone in the fog, waiting for Jiang Fang to arrive.
He couldn't tell when, as if it was just an instant, the thick fog around him dissipated.
Nan Zhou seemed to feel something, turned around and looked-
On the other side of the station that was supposed to be a wall, a brand new railroad track was born.
Different from the old green-skinned train that just left, a bright and tidy, colorful and romantic cartoon train is parked on the track, with its steel mouth open, eagerly waiting for the Nanzhou who is waiting in place.
It lit up the ring of lights and sounded the whistle of victory.
beep-beep-
The moment his eyes touched the car body, Nan Zhou's silent memory in his mind was fully awakened.
In the last round, he had also seen such a car.
The moment he saw the car, he knew that the game was over.
— He ushered in his victory alone.
His brother Fang, either died in the copy, or on the train that had just left.
Nan Zhou thought that the right train on his side would appear only when they died.
Nan Zhou lowered his eyes.
He has no time to grieve.
During the first reincarnation, he was also standing in front of this train. Because of the lack of evidence, Nan Zhou was not sure of Jiang Fang's whereabouts.
He gave up boarding the car, in addition to wanting to save Yinhang and Chen Sufeng, he just wanted to try again.
This experiment was fruitful.
He found that the two correct trains arrived about an hour after the wrong train departed.
But to be precise, the correct train does not arrive at exactly the same time twice.
This time, it was a little earlier than the last time.
If it is said that 1 hour after the wrong train departs, something must happen. There is a force majeure powerful enough to wipe out the lives of several of them in an instant, which leads to a tragedy in the car, but why is there a difference in the time between the two before and after
A full five minutes.
What exactly happened in the error train
Nan Zhou thought about it for a while, and then he had a clear understanding in his heart.
The appearance of "Trainer" is by no means accidental.
Adding up the two experiences and his knowledge of Jiang Fang, if Jiang Fang was among the 4 people in the car, everything would make sense.
He would be the force majeure that caused the two differences.
He must come back as soon as possible to find himself.
Nan Zhou put his hands on his knees, stood up, and after sighing lightly, he put the South Pole Star in his pocket and stepped into a carriage in the train.
He has the right to board the train without a ticket.
A red and white mushroom suddenly jumped out, showing a bright smile.
… It was the mushroom that greeted Nanzhou in the test level.
Mushrooms are ripe.
It put its short hands on its waist: "Hey, see you again."
Nan Zhou answered quite skillfully this time, "I'm sorry, I won't get in the car this time."
He pulled out the blade and slit his wrist with the same skillful movement.
-Whether it was this round or the previous round, he had to give up victory through "self-sacrifice", reverse time, and return to Jiang Fang.
But again, no matter what round it was, he didn't choose to do it at the station.
Because Nan Zhou was worried that his blood was on the station, and if he left behind "pheromones", he would mislead his judgment in the next round, and make himself mistakenly think that the station is also dangerous.
He even calculated his own death carefully.
This time, however, there was a slight difference.
In a place where no one noticed, Nan Zhou, whose blood was constantly draining, clenched a thin homework title page in his pocket, that is, the [Counter Current Clock] from "Xiao Ming's Daily Life".
Time begins to reverse in disguise.
Below the props, start from zero, one second at a time, and start timing.
Nan Zhou thought, it's been a long time. I'll take the evidence and go back to you.
The author has something to say: Zhouzhou and Fang in the two trains, their hearts are open to each other