Chen Yang looked at the prompt screen in the hall, on which information of four cars appeared at some point.
k1856, 21:55 on the 18th, the fourth waiting room is on time
t57, 18th 13:20 First waiting room on time
3291, 17th 04:10 Fifth Waiting Room on time
k32, 16th 09:35 Ninth waiting room on time
The columns for the departure and arrival stations are omitted, leaving only the train number, departure time, waiting room and status.
The four trains have different schedules and different departure dates, with no regular pattern.
"k32?"
A small number of brave passengers also got off the bus. One of them stared at the bloody ticket on the ground from afar, stared, and quickly took out his own ticket.
"He and I are on the same train!"
Except for a few people from the second floor, everyone else came down. They gathered around him, 50% fearful, 30% indifferent and 20% curious, to take a look. The ticket in his hand was indeed K32.
"Are there any of you who are riding in this car?"
The man looked at the crowd. In an unclear environment, it is human instinct to stick together.
"It's me." Someone also took out his ticket.
"Me too."
The three of them compared themselves and found that they were all K32, but their carriages and seats were different.
Car 9 xx Hard Seat
Car 11 xx Hard Seat
Standing Ticket
The passengers were still in shock and discussed for a while without knowing what they were talking about, then they all returned to the second floor.
The train is invisible and cannot be seen. One can only hear the sound of it running on the track from far to near. However, the passenger died under the train without hiding.
When the train came, he was still smiling, and kept smiling.
Very weird.
It's like a live broadcast of a horror movie.
Everyone was thinking, it would be better if they didn't run away.
As long as you stay in the station, guard your own waiting room, and don't miss the time, you will be fine when you get on the train on time.
The hall was quiet.
The blood and flesh outside the door were blown in by the wind and rain, splattering on the ground, like a re-enactment of the crime scene.
"If you don't seek death, you won't die. This sentence truly reflects the meaning."
Chen Yang stretched his head to look: "Where's the head? Where did it go?"
Chao Jian: “…”
"He's not moving. It's the devil holding him down."
Chen Yang stopped looking immediately.
In fact, he didn't see the ghost, but he still felt a chill on the back of his neck.
"What's there to be afraid of ghosts?" Chao Jian looked at him with disdain and confusion, "People have thousands of faces, but ghosts only have one. You are not afraid of people, but you are afraid of ghosts?"
"You don't understand, I'm just an ordinary person."
Chen Yang said: "For example, among a thousand people, 500 are horror movie fans, and 100 usually like to draw the curtains and turn off the lights to watch, but not one of them is not afraid of real ghosts."
Chao Jian did not comment.
Chen Yang curled his lips: "Like Zhang Yan and Lin Yue, they are still afraid of evil spirits. They are still afraid even if they have really experienced contact with them. This is instinct."
He sneered at Jian.
"You are an exception." Chen Yang patted his arm that was resting on the crutch, "Brother, you are not afraid of what I fear the most. I am lucky to have met you."
Chao Jian was stunned.
Chen Yang took a picture of the information on the big screen with his mobile phone.
"Back to the library?"
There was no response. Chen Yang turned his head to look at the boy. Seeing that he tilted his head, as if studying the K32 ticket, he asked, "Do you want to pick it up?"
Chao Jian: "What?"
Chen Yang: “…” Were you in a daze just now
"I mean, this ticket," Chen Yang pointed, "is it still useful?"
He shook his head at Jane.
Chen Yang didn't pick it up. After thinking about it, he took a photo of the ticket: "Now I only know that I will die if I leave the station. There are no other clues, so I can't figure out the rules."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ticket was picked up by a well-behaved young man who appeared from nowhere. He brought the ticket to his nose and leaned in to smell it.
He smacked his lips as if he smelled something.
Just as Chen Yang was about to speak, the young man suddenly turned his head and looked at him, flicking his finger at the ticket.
"Handsome guy, since you didn't pick up this ticket, it's mine."
When he was done, he took it away.
How dare you put a ticket that was soaked in a dead person's blood, which would bleed out if you shook it hard, into your mouth
The problem of holding things in one's mouth is very serious.
Chen Yang retracted his gaze, frowned and asked the boy: "Didn't you say the ticket was useless? Why did he take it away and act as if he was snatching it away?"
Chao Jian said: "Just pretending."
Chen Yang: “…”
That guy probably wanted to show off and mislead them. To put it bluntly, he was just playing tricks on them.
"His name is Wen Qing." An old and powerful voice sounded from behind.
Chen Yang turned around and politely took off his mask: "Hello."
Chao Jian also pulled the mask down a bit, raised his chin slightly, revealing his deep brow bones and high nose bridge.
"There are quite a few old people this time." The white-bearded old man was still holding the newspaper. He opened his drooping eyelids, revealing his sharp eyes like an eagle. He first looked at Chen Yang, then at Chao Jian, stared at him, and then looked at Chen Yang again.
After patrolling for a while, he actually took a step back.
As if realizing that his action was abnormal, the old man took another step back, looked back, and said politely and officially: "Two children, I hope we can all leave alive."
Chen Yang was confused as he watched the old man disappear from his sight. What was he staring at for so long? And he seemed... afraid
There is also that good boy named Wen Qing, who is always looking for trouble and has a lot of playfulness.
The long-haired man never appeared from the beginning to the end of the train incident, and no one knew where he was in the train station.
So far, the three old men Chen Yang has discovered all have distinct characteristics. They keep to themselves and show no signs of being willing to cooperate.
Chen Yang and Chao Jian did not return to the study, but walked around the first floor aimlessly.
The TV screens showing advertisements were all black, and the Qingcheng Station in the mission world was completely deserted, as if it was after the apocalypse.
Chen Yang found a crushed ugly orange, half of which was stuck to the ground like a paste, and the other half was good. There was another one nearby that was intact and had not been stepped on.
Look, you've seen it all.
Chen Yang picked up the ugly orange, held it by the long green handle, tore off two leaves, one big and one small, and peeled the orange. The fragrance was so strong that it suppressed the bloody smell coming in from the station entrance a little.
Chao Jian suddenly raised his crutch and pushed Chen Yang away.
The next moment, a billboard fell down right above where Chen Yang was standing.
If Chen Yang hadn't dodged, his head would have been smashed open.
Chen Yang swallowed his saliva, gave the ugly orange that had been peeled one-third of the way to the boy, and said with a pale face: "Did you see a ghost?"
Chao Jian leaned his weight on a crutch, held the ugly orange, and tore it to the side in the direction he peeled it: "No."
“What about the billboard…”
"Your good luck didn't continue into this round." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang knew that he was unlucky more than three years ago. When he heard the word "good luck" from the boy's mouth, he felt a little complicated. Being able to partner with him in the last mission could indeed be described as that word.
"Will there be similar accidents?"
He bent down to look at Jian Wei, blurting out words one by one: "You will die."
Chen Yang did not panic. He was very calm: "Everyone has to die. This is the law of nature. No one can escape it. But I don't think I will die in this mission."
"You're going to die here."
Chao Jian added to the previous sentence, still in the same tone, mechanical, cold and wooden, and a little creepy.
Chen Yang: “…”
"What am I cooking for you tonight?"
Chao Jian ignored his temptation to lose his IQ when he encountered anything related to ghosts and monsters: "If you don't want to die, follow me closely."
Chen Yangxin said, I will only follow you, I can’t trust anyone else.
Chao Jian took off his mask, broke off a piece of orange flesh and put it into his mouth, tightened his face pickily, and threw the remaining ugly orange in his hand to Chen Yang.
Chen Yang suddenly turned his face to the left corner: "It seems there is someone."
Chao Jian put the mask back on: "Ugly, don't bother with it."
Chen Yang twitched his lips. In this person’s opinion, all the handsome and beautiful ones are ugly. All of them.
Although he was spied on for only a second or two, Chen Yang still felt a sense of familiarity.
The feeling of being targeted by a drooling wolfhound.
It is eastward.
He began to doubt himself.
Chen Yang glanced at the corner and unconsciously walked closer, and found that Xiangdong was no longer there, only the companions of the first passenger who died.
There were three men and one woman, and there was no more laughter and joking.
"Is the third brother really dead?"
"Maybe he has returned to the real Qingcheng Station, and being hit to death was just an illusion, to scare us."
"Yes, yes, that must be the case. The train is invisible, how could it hit anyone? The blood, flesh, and internal organs are all fake. It must be an illusion!"
The boys fell silent again. The smoke had made their eyes red and had burned their wills.
The girl leaning against the wall suddenly took off her small ginger leather bag that was slung across her body and threw it at them.
"You killed him!"
The three boys all started cursing: "What does this have to do with us? He wanted to go out on his own!"
The girl also scolded: "If you hadn't bet with him, would he have done that?"
"Fuck, he talks like you're innocent. Isn't he just trying to show off in front of you?"
"Don't tell us you don't know he likes you!"
The girl was accused by them, her face turned pale and she complained loudly: "What does that have to do with me? I don't like him!"
"Don't like you hanging?"
"When did I start to get hung up on him? I've already told him that I don't like him, okay? If you don't believe me, go ask him!"
"Everyone is dead, who can you ask? Just say you are a bitch, and the third brother fucking treated you..."
"Old Four! Okay, stop arguing, okay? The important thing now is to complete the mission and leave. The four of us are not in the same shift as Old Three, and we are not together. We are all separated, so be careful."
"The third one is the earliest one, and I'm the next one, in the early morning of the 17th. I need to find a place to sleep so that time can pass faster. I can't stay in this damn place any longer."
"Fuck, can you please not mention that word? Don't mention it, please, big brother!"
"… "
Chen Yang turned around and went back to the boy. He accidentally caught a glimpse of a thin figure, shrinking timidly. It was the man with glasses.
It's gone if you're not careful.
If Chen Yang was not mistaken, the man with glasses was not looking at him, but at the storefront diagonally opposite, a snack shop.
From where he was looking, there were only piles of instant noodles.
Chen Yang concentrated on recalling the subtle reaction of the man with glasses at that moment. It was not because he was hungry and wanted to eat, but because he was afraid...
He was about to go to the snack shop when he felt a pain in his calf.
The crutch came up, this time with much greater force than before.
Chen Yang didn't get angry, he was just confused.
The crutches stopped beside him, and the boy's cold voice came out from the mask: "What did I tell you?"
The answer flashed through Chen Yang's mind very quickly: "I will pay attention to it later."
Follow closely, this is the key point, he forgot.
Chao Jian stared at him in silence.
Chen Yang said seriously: "I will definitely control my feet."
He walked a few steps toward Jian with his crutches and stopped: "Chen Yang."
It was the first time that Chen Yang heard the boy call his name. He was stunned: "Yeah."
"My leg injury hasn't healed yet, so I can't walk fast."
The boy had his back to him, his chestnut hair was neat and tidy, and his breath was cold, but his expression was unseen: "If you don't follow me closely, I won't be able to save you in time."
Chen Yang pursed his lips, realizing that it was his own problem. If he wanted to trust this ally, he had to keep his word, not add trouble beyond the mission, and reduce the chance and inertia of acting alone.
The boy spoke again, tapping his cane on the ground: "Aren't we going to the snack shop?"
"Oh, yes."
Chen Yang walked towards the young man: "You also found that man, could he be an old man?"
"It's a newcomer."
Chao Jian looked at the snack shop, stopped Chen Yang with his cane, and asked him to walk behind him: "He must have a special physique."
Chen Yang followed behind him: "What kind of physique?"
“Maybe you can see ghosts.”
Chen Yang didn't want to go into the snack shop anymore.
But his partner had already walked in, and he promised to "follow closely", so he had no choice but to catch up with the other party.
The store is like the station, brightly lit and not very large, with only three shelves, one against the glass window, one against the wall, and one in the middle.
Chen Yang kicked the green shopping basket. The noise made his tense nerve endings tremble. He whispered, "Where is the ghost? I can't see it."
"Without special physical conditions, humans usually cannot see ghosts unless they want to be seen."
Chen Yang took a step towards Jian and followed, still holding onto his cane.
The two men rubbed their arms and elbows against each other, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other continued from the entrance of the shop to the back.
Chao Jian stopped.
Chen Yang stared at the wall with his back stiff, not daring to turn his head: "Do you have that kind of physique?"
"No."
Chao Jian touched something with his crutch, and Chen Yang lowered his eyes to see that it was an old lighter with paint peeling off.
It is red, with the word "China" on it.
When Chen Yang was in school and had just learned to smoke, he bought this kind of lighter. He remembered that they cost one dollar for three.
It is probably hard to find in the market now.
Chao Jian touched the lighter again and pushed it directly to Chen Yang's feet: "Pick it up and take it away."
Chen Yang didn't want to.
Chao Jian said: "Hurry up."
When Chen Yang heard this word, a level one work alarm sounded in his brain, and before he could react, he grabbed the lighter and put it into his pocket.
The glass door of the shop was pushed open and there were light footsteps coming in.
Chen Yang zipped up his pocket, peeked over the shelf, and found that the person coming was the freckled girl who reminded him that he had stepped on instant noodles.
She is also one of the missionaries this time.
The freckled girl seemed to have good eyesight and spotted Chen Yang immediately: "Ah."
Chen Yang waved and said hello.
The freckled girl shyly adjusted her braids, walked over with her head lowered, and started making noises and using sign language again.
Chen Yang didn't understand.
The freckled girl scratched her hair in frustration and stood on tiptoe to point at the chocolates on the shelf.
Chen Yang said: "You want it?"
"Hmm, hmm." The freckled girl nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
Chen Yang reached out and took the chocolate.
The freckled girl took it with both hands, took a look at the price, took out the corresponding money from her bag and put it on the cashier. She tilted her head and smiled innocently at Chen Yang.
Chen Yang did not take off his mask to show his face. He was not sure whether this girl was a newcomer or whether she was really mute.
Besides, her timing of entering the shop was a bit coincidental.
Chen Yang was not naive or stupid. He told Jian that his luck in this mission was bad and he had to be more careful.
It was very cold in the train station in the late night.
The four waiting rooms one, four, five and nine were all filled with passengers who were shivering with cold. They didn't dare to walk around, so they had to put on more clothes and wrapped themselves up like bears.
The people who come out at this time are all elderly people. It is late at night and ghosts and monsters like to appear, which makes it easier to find clues.
Chen Yang watched from a place with a good view.
The long-haired man, the old man, the hipster, and Xiangdong, who was unexpected by him, appeared from their hiding places.
There are only six veterans in the team of twenty-six, and the other twenty are all newcomers. This ratio is far lower than Chen Yang thought. He feels that there may be some hidden among the newcomers.
"painter!"
Xiangdong strode towards the long-haired man and put his strong arms around him.
The long-haired man put on gloves on his hands, the disposable ones used for eating chicken legs in fast food restaurants. He put each finger on the gloves, took out a spray from the pocket of his windbreaker and sprayed it on the place where Xiangdong touched. He said something to him, his sallow face very serious.
Xiangdong let out a scornful laugh.
Chen Yang was surprised that the long-haired man was a painter, and he never expected that he knew Xiangdong.
The two appear to be old teammates.
Chen Yang unconsciously wanted to go to Xiangdong to ask, but his crutch suddenly hit the ground in front of him and his feet silently retracted.
"The painter knows Xiangdong, the old man knows Wenqing, the six-member team splits up in pairs."
As Chen Yang was speaking, he noticed that the four people went down two escalators respectively, their destination being the newsstand on the first floor.
“There are only two people selling books and newspapers on the first floor.”
Chen Yang had slept enough during the day, so he was in high spirits at the moment: "Let's search on the second floor. There are papers in every waiting room. Although they are not as big as the ones downstairs, there are still quite a few."
Chao Jian said, "They will come to the second floor soon after searching the first floor. Let them search first."
Chen Yang had no objection: "What about us?"
Chao Jian glanced at the nine waiting rooms.
Chen Yang said, "There is no one in the five waiting rooms 2, 3, 6, 7, and 8."
Chao Jian said nothing.
Chen Yang asked tentatively: "Do you want to go to the fourth waiting room?"
Their train is waiting there.
Chao Jian's gaze stopped at one place.
Chen looked up and saw the ninth waiting room, K32.
There were originally four passengers on this train, but one died, leaving only three.
All are middle-aged men.
When Chen Yang and Chao Jian walked over, snoring sounds lingered in the waiting room.
Three middle-aged men were sleeping on chairs by the wall, covered with a large floral quilt from someone unknown, in bright red and green colors.
"… "
Chen Yang closed the door and pretended he saw nothing, then asked the boy, "The waiting room is so big, how can we search it? Should we search it one chair at a time?"
"Bang"
He swung his cane at Jane and smashed the chair.
The three middle-aged men woke up immediately and started swearing.
"Bang", "Bang", "Bang"
The chair was smashed by the cane with a loud, frightening noise.
The scolding stopped.
People in middle age, regardless of the industry they are in, have certain life experiences and their mentality can be relatively defined as mature.
Chao Jian is not good at communicating between the old and new employees, so Chen Yang has to do it.
As a fresh veteran, Chen Yang tried to talk to the three newcomers about identity numbers, death and survival of the mission.
The three of them listened to the story throughout.
Chen Yang was extremely disappointed. This mission was misleading everyone. The death of the passenger revealed an obvious security loophole. As long as they didn't go out and didn't get the time wrong, they would get on the bus on time.
The newcomers didn't notice this kind of malicious and crude misleading, and they didn't take it seriously even after being reminded.
Chen Yang was a little anxious. The train station was too big. It would not work to just rely on the elderly to find clues. He still needed new people, as there was strength in numbers.
But the current sense of crisis is far from enough. The newcomers cannot unite and their efforts cannot be focused. It is useless and will interfere with the progress of the mission.
No one spoke in the waiting room for a while.
The three middle-aged men exchanged glances. They actually thought that the young man who explained the mission to them was a good person, but they were afraid of the one with crutches because he had violent tendencies.
"Little brother, when did you and your friend get on the bus?"
Chen Yang looked at the bald middle-aged man who asked the question: "Number 18."
"You're still early." The bald middle-aged man said, "We're leaving tomorrow morning. You can do whatever you want. We just want to wait for the bus here."
Chen Yang felt powerless: "It's not that easy. They won't let us get on the bus."
"Who are they?"
"Ghost." Chen Yang said the word with difficulty.
A cold wind seemed to blow through the waiting room for no reason, and the three middle-aged men shouted angrily.
"Little brother, why are you scaring me? There are no ghosts in the real world!"
Chen Yang asked meaningfully: "Is this world the real world?"
All three of them were stumped by the question.
They didn’t understand what space others said it was. They only knew that this was not the real world and those missing passengers were in the real Qingcheng Station, where they were going back.
Chen Yang was glad that the three newcomers didn't ask any more questions. If they had continued asking, he would have been asked to death.
The long waiting time is very dangerous.
As long as you find out the rules and find a way not to break them, you can survive until the start.
But they don't know what the rules are either.
To search, to guess.
Chen Yang thought about when he told Wu Yu that there might be something fishy about the next mission, she told him that he must follow the rules and not trust too much.
That is to say, even if you obey the rules, you won't be able to live.
Chen Yang sighed. He had to come up with the rules first before thinking about what comes next.
He looked at the boy's closed eyes and fell into deep thought. The first task was related to the task he received, and the small piece of bread he tried gave him immunity.
I don’t know who will get the hint in this mission.
Either one is possible.
"lighter."
The voice in his ear made Chen Yang shudder. He looked into the boy's open eyes, which were clear and bright.
Chen Yang took out the lighter, and couldn't help but press it with his thumb, and a flame came out with a flick of the thumb.
The lighter still works.
"This lighter..."
A middle-aged worker said "Huh" and said nothing more.
Chen Yang looked puzzled: "What's wrong, uncle?"
The middle-aged worker sighed: "I just thought of a co-worker."
"Didn't a vicious revenge incident happen at Qingcheng Station three years ago? Several innocent passengers died, and my colleague was among them."
"It was August, and I was also at the station. He and I were going to Champa to resume work. We were checking our tickets, and he...
A trace of grief welled up on the worker's rough face: "When he found out that his lighter was missing, he refused to listen to my advice and insisted on going back to look for it. He didn't find it in the waiting room and went downstairs. He died in the lobby and finally missed the bus."
"His lighter is this type." The worker pointed to the lighter in Chen Yang's hand.
The other two middle-aged men had seen the news, but they couldn’t remember the details. They also didn’t know whether they had seen the inside story or not, and they couldn’t understand it.
"Lighters only cost a few dollars. This kind is even cheaper, only a few cents each."
"His daughter bought it for him, and even engraved some small words on it."
"That's really..."
Chen Yang was still lying in bed that year and had no idea about the incident. He didn't know whether the lighter attracted ghosts or not. He only saw a face outside the waiting room door.
Another man with glasses.
This time Chen Yang didn't let him run away.
The man with glasses is called Sun Yixing. He says he can’t see ghosts, but can occasionally feel their presence.
There are some in snack shops and waiting rooms, and they all come from lighters.
Chen Yang observed the thin man in front of him, who looked like he could be crushed by a piece of paper: "Then can you feel their gender?"
Sun Yihang was stunned.
Chen Yang repeated it again, between male and female ghosts, he was more afraid of the latter one.
Things like disheveled hair, fluttering red clothes, or flying white clothes are all scary.
Sun Yixing looked into Chen Yang's dark eyes and shook his head slowly: "I'm sorry, I can't feel it."
Chen Yang suppressed his regret: "There's nothing to be sorry about."
He took out his thermos and took a sip of water. He then said something irrelevant: "You led us to the snack shop and then came to the waiting room to find us. You wanted us to see your value."
"You want to follow us?"
Chen Yang was an accident, but the newcomers were not all brainless. Choosing a side was a normal move.
He just didn't expect that this person would choose him and Chao Jian and dare to come to them on his own.
This action is not easy at all. It requires courage, guts and intelligence.
The man's thoughts were exposed on the spot. His thin back trembled and his face turned red with embarrassment. He lowered his hairy head and made a pleading gesture, carefully asking, "Can I?"
Chen Yang glanced at his partner who was resting with his eyes closed, and seeing that he didn't respond, he said, "Okay."
"If you sense a ghost, tell me right away."
Sun Yihang was flattered and smiled at him flatteringly: "Thank you, thank you, I will!"
"He doesn't seem to have any ill intentions." Sun Yixing looked at the lighter timidly.
Chen Yang closed the lid of the thermos. Even if he had no ill intentions, he would be a ghost.
Fortunately, the ghost didn't let him see him, so his mental state was maintained and he felt a little more relaxed.
As soon as Chao Jian woke up, Sun Yixing got up from the chair next to Chen Yang, hugged his briefcase tightly, and moved to a place that was neither far nor near, hiding there.
Chen Yang tilted his head towards Chao Jian and said, "You asked me to take out the lighter, not to lure out Sun Yihang, but to show it to that worker."
Chao Jian slid open the screen of his phone, flipped it a few times with his clean fingertips, and turned the phone sideways in front of him.
On the screen were two screenshots that Chao Jian had saved on the way to the station. They showed the same person, with an interview below.
That's the worker in the screenshot.
In the interview, he recounted the murder of his co-workers, which was almost identical to what he had previously stated orally.
Chen Yang's eyes quickly passed over the workers who were sleeping several rows away: "Could it be that he lied and his coworkers were actually harmed by him, and now the coworkers who have turned into ghosts want to seek revenge on him?"
Chao Jian looked at him with contempt.
Chen Yang coughed and said, "Most ghost stories are about ghosts seeking revenge. Only a few will harm people for no reason."
"Zhao Yuan is right," Chao Jian stroked the wrinkles on his legs, "If you lift too much, it will attract them."
Chen Yang, who had mentioned it many times, said: "…"
"I searched and found that the two workers were from the same town. They had worked together for many years and were as close as brothers."
Chao Jian poked the top of Chen Yang's sneakers with his cane: "The living one has done a favor to the dead one and has helped him and his family many times."
Chen Yang ignored his childish behavior and let him poke: "So you want to..."
Chao Jian had no intention of speaking at all.
Chen Yang took off his baseball cap and scratched his head. He pinched the brim of the hat and flipped it into his arms, then flipped it back again. He repeated this several times. His eyes opened and he said, "I know! You want to see if the lighter ghost can save this worker from death."
"If he dies, it means that the ghosts in the station cannot attack the tasker. If he dies, it is very likely that he was killed by the rules."
Chao Jian asked in a nonsensical way, "Have you ever seen a cow plowing a field?"
Chen Yang was looking at the small words under the lighter. It said "safe and sound". He was a little distracted: "I have seen you."
"I won't leave unless I'm whipped." Chao Jian glanced at him, "Like you."
Chen Yang was speechless.
The temperature under the chair seemed to have dropped by ten degrees. Chen Yang's feet were frozen. The more he thought about all the boy's thoughts and plans, the stiffer his feet became.
This one was born for the world of questing.
Chen Yang secretly put the lighter into the worker's luggage.
Let the ghost follow him.
Chen Yang hopes that the workers will not die. Ghosts are scary, but they also have weaknesses. Rules, however, are invincible.
Outside the ninth waiting room, Sun Yihang was so sleepy that he dozed off against a bookstall. He looked skinny, his cheap suit was wrinkled, and he was holding an old black briefcase tightly in his arms.
Chao Jian sat on a stall stool, reading a newspaper casually.
Chen Yang didn't have the young man's concentration. He could not hold a book for a long time. He would flip through whatever he came across, making a mess of the stall.
Nothing gained except sore hands.
"It would be nice if my sister was here. Her dream is to become a detective."
Chen Yang couldn't help but say this, and was stunned. He turned to look at the boy: "How old are you?"
The young man didn't raise his eyebrows, his attention was on the newspapers. Chen Yang thought he wouldn't answer, so he lowered his eyes and sorted out the books. Just as he sorted out two books, he heard a voice: "Nineteen."
Chen Yang stopped what he was doing and said, "If my sister were still alive, she would be the same age as you."
"You are six years younger than me." Chen Yang murmured.
Chao Jian threw the newspapers onto the bookstall, his brows darkening, "No?"
Chen Yang chuckled: "Sure, why not, it's great to be young."
The second half of the sentence lingered vaguely on his lips. Twenty-five was not old, but his mentality was old and his heart was like a rusty machine. It was only after he entered the mission world that he felt the intensity and explosion.
Chen Yang remembered something and leaned forward: "You are still studying, right?"
Chao Jian lowered his eyes and continued to read the newspaper: "Take a leave of absence."
Chen Yang's eyes showed a little more curiosity: "What major did you study abroad?"
Chao Jian did not respond.
Chen Yang thought about his major and stopped talking.
As his hands continued to touch books and magazines, the smell of ink stained his hands. Chen Yang scratched his face inadvertently, and the smell of ink also stained his face. The smell all flowed into his nostrils, making it a little difficult for him to breathe.
"I wonder if the four people on the first floor have found anything. Why are they so quiet..."
While Chen Yang was thinking, the escalator on the side slowly moved upwards and Wen Qing came up.
"Hey handsome, good evening."
Wen Qing approached with the gait of an old cat. He smelled of the same low-quality ink as Chen Yang. “Did you gain anything?”
He didn't look at Chao Jian, but went straight to Chen Yanglai, asking in a familiar manner: "How many times have you participated?"
Chen Yang's impression of him was that he was pretentious and bad, so he didn't really want to chat with him.
"Mr. Feng is a fortune teller,"
Wen Qing held up his finger to hold a book, and his fingertips flexibly rotated, and the book also rotated at the same frequency: "This time the mission is not to come in directly, we have to get the tickets first. He told us a fortune before we set off..."
The young man deliberately prolonged his voice to whet the audience's appetite, but neither of the two listeners took the bait.
"Tsk, boring."
Wen Qing threw away the book and turned to leave, but at that moment he reached out to pull the strap of the mask that Chen Yang had put behind his ears, trying to pull it and then let it go in a mischievous way.
Then the scene where Xiangdong almost had his hand broken appeared again.
Wen Qing's obedient face suddenly twisted, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck!"
The damn tall guy with the crippled leg actually knew a lot about the human body structure. The bones in his hand were not broken, but the pain was spreading and getting worse.
Wen Qing tried to hold back but couldn't help it, and let out a sissy scream: "Ah!"
There were simultaneous shouts from the waiting room.
The atmosphere in front of the bookstall changed, and the literary youth ran in first.
Chen Yang adhered to the principle of "follow closely" and waited until Chao Jian was on crutches before setting off, and he did not forget to call Sun Yixing who was on the ground.
That shout was from a worker, who said the bald man had gone back.
Hipster squatted on a chair and flipped a coin with his uninjured hand: "Wow, I'm back."
The posture of watching a play.
There was no trace of the misery in front of the bookstall.
Sun Yixing held his briefcase with his back hunched and his head lowered, as if he was habitually trying to lower his presence and wished he could become a speck of dust.
You can't count on it at all.
Chen Yang took a deep breath and calmly asked the worker: "Did you see it with your own eyes?"
"No." The worker said, "I couldn't sleep, so I played a little game on my phone. I was sure the door of the waiting room was closed and no one had come in. He disappeared, so he must have gone back home."
Another middle-aged man with a sullen face slapped the back of his chair and said, "He must have found a way to get back home and ran away secretly without telling us. I gave him a cigarette. He is so disloyal!"
Chen Yang was not afraid of these unfamiliar living people, but he was afraid that the lighter ghost would suddenly appear in front of him. He tensed his back and searched the luggage of the three middle-aged men with his eyes.
They are all ordinary things, nothing unusual was found.
wrong!
Chen Yang stared at the direction of the finger: "Whose two plastic buckets are those?"
"The bald one."
After the worker finished speaking, he looked at Sanqifen and asked, "Why is his bucket still here?"
"The luggage of the other missing passengers is also gone."
Chen Yang's throat was dry: "The person might be in the bucket."
The worker and Sanqifen were both dumbfounded: "Who is in the bucket? Who? Are you kidding me, little brother?"
"Just take the lid off the bucket and you'll know."
Chen Yang said as he moved closer to his partner and grabbed the cold cane.
The two middle-aged men didn't believe it and didn't lift the lid. They just sat down on the chairs and muttered to themselves.
"How is that possible? Baldy is not tall, but he is still an adult. How can he fit into a bucket like this?"
"There are two more. How can people fit into two buckets..."
"Just chop it into pieces." said Chao Jian, who had been silent the whole time.
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