The question now is who will open the lids of the two large plastic buckets.
Chen Yang looked around, took a breath, and walked a few steps towards the barrel. For some reason, he turned his head to look at the boy.
Chao Jian walked beside him on crutches, but had no intention of helping him and even urged him to hurry up.
Chen Yang's forehead twitched and he simply did some mental reassurance. It was just a corpse, not a ghost.
Ten seconds later, he walked to the chair in the corner and opened the lids of the plastic buckets with one hand each.
Not revealed.
Like something was sucked in there.
Chen Yang had no choice but to do it one by one. It took him a long time to pry open a lid. As soon as the crack appeared, a strong smell of blood came out.
The gap became bigger and the lid was completely opened, and what came into Chen Yang's sight was a bucket of body parts.
One piece next to another, squeezed tightly.
The cured meat was average.
Chen Yang was not afraid, but felt disgusted. He endured the nausea and opened another bucket.
Both barrels were uncovered.
The waiting room was filled with the overwhelming smell of blood and flesh. Sun Yihang collapsed on a chair, his legs shaking.
The other two middle-aged men started vomiting.
For a moment the sour taste of vomit was added.
The air smells worse.
Wen Qing squatted on the chair beside Chen Yang without knowing when. He stretched his neck excitedly to look at the body parts in the bucket: "Wow, the bones are broken. What a generous act."
Chen Yang: “…”
Wen Qing touched his chin and pretended to think seriously: "I guess it was a female ghost who did it. She is very careful."
Chen Yang’s face turned pale. Can you please shut up
"Oh, only two died."
Wen Qing jumped down from his chair and stretched himself: "Too slow, hurry up, there are so many people here."
Chen Yang felt a little scared and suddenly remembered something. He stared at the body parts in the two buckets, grabbed the edges of the buckets, and shook them a few times.
The hipster rolled his eyes at the smell.
No wonder Mr. Feng...
Wen Qing's eyes twinkled, and he said with a smile, "Handsome guy, what are you looking for?"
"head."
Chen Yang didn't tell him, but pointed to the other side: "It seems there is nothing in the bucket."
Chao Jian said in a casual tone: "Pour it out and let's see."
Chen Yang: “…”
Hipster: “…”
There is no way to pour it out. If it were spread on the ground, it would scare the two middle-aged men to death.
Chen Yang asked Sun Yihang to go to the toilet and get a mop. After checking the body parts in the bucket, they found that there was really no head.
The second one, the head is gone.
Chen Yang carried two buckets of body parts out of the waiting room and placed them in the aisle, intending to create a noise to lure out newcomers from other waiting rooms.
It's time to stimulate them.
Wen Qing scoffed at Chen Yang's action. He said that idiots are just going to die, and if more of them die, the rules will be discovered faster.
Chen Yang’s point of view is different from his. He doesn’t have to trust other team members absolutely and doesn’t have to give them their backs, but he still needs them.
For example, in the first mission, Zhang Yan and his team found clues.
"Handsome guy, we have different ideas."
Wen Qing narrowed his eyes, shrugged and smiled evilly: "Then let's see who survives to the end of this round."
He tossed the coin, and it flipped strangely in the air and didn't fall to the ground.
Chen Yang didn't pay attention to the coin that appeared frequently. What he noticed was that when the young man tossed the coin, his sleeve slipped down, revealing a part of his wrist. His hand, like his personality, did not match his good boy face.
His palms were big and rough, and his wrists were covered with countless tiny scars, both new and old.
Slashed by a sharp weapon.
After Chen Yang and Wen Qing left, he told Chao Jian about his injuries.
He lowered his eyes to Jian: "Self-harm."
Chen Yang was stunned.
"The wounds are distributed in a regular pattern, with particular attention to length, thickness, depth and depth." Chao Jian said the terrible words in a flat tone, "It's not depression, it's creation."
Chen Yang looked at the boy with a strange look in his eyes: "How can you be sure?"
I didn't see him paying much attention to the literary youth just now.
Chen Yang thought of the suppressant drugs the boy had taken, and recalled the scene when he lost control. He swallowed and said hesitantly, "You wouldn't..."
Chao Jian looked at him coldly.
Under pressure, Chen Yang was about to let the matter go when he saw the boy lift up the sleeve of his left baseball jacket.
"Is there?"
In front of Chen Yang's eyes was a cold white forearm with muscles and clean lines. He felt that this man was a man of few words and did what he said, and he shook his head seriously.
He had the masculine body hair that he envied, but no scars.
Chao Jian put down his sleeves, frowned, and said, "A friend of mine has the same hobby. If he doesn't have any fun, he will polish himself."
Chen Yang nodded and accepted his reluctant explanation.
He waved his cane at Jian a few times, then walked into the ninth waiting room with his crutches amid the sound of sparse footsteps.
Chen Yang followed him and closed the door.
There were screams in the aisle.
The ninth waiting room was bleak after the disaster.
Chen Yang ignored Ostrich Sun and his group. He went to question the other two newcomers.
Sanqifen was dying, wrapped in a floral quilt, lying on a chair, dying.
The worker is in better condition and can answer questions.
"Uncle, do you remember what Baldy did or said before the accident?"
Chen Yang said gently: "Think about it carefully."
The worker's red eyes were swollen like two fish bubbles. He rubbed his legs and said in a dry voice: "Nothing..."
Chen Yang didn't rush him, but just gave him a bottle of mineral water and waited patiently.
The first newcomer to die ran away on his own, as one of the rules presented was that you cannot leave the station. The second one to die was in the waiting room from beginning to end.
Something must have been violated.
The worker drank half a bottle of mineral water in a daze, then lowered his head to wipe his mouth.
"Knowing that you guys are outside and the lights are bright, we are all very relaxed."
The worker took a deep breath and couldn't help choking up as he said, "The bald guy said he had back muscle strain, an old problem. His back hurts from sitting for a long time, so he went to lie down in the back. Lao Li and I were in the front."
"I didn't hear any noise, really, no sound at all, how could... a living person, not far from us, two or three rows away, in the same waiting room..."
The worker was interrupted by a strange cry.
"A ghost did it!"
Sanqifen, that is, Lao Li, covered his head tightly with the quilt, trembling all over: "Ghost... There is a ghost... There is really a ghost... The ghost is coming, the ghost is coming..."
There was a sound of water flowing down the chair where Lao Li was lying to the ground, accompanied by a hot and fishy smell.
Old Li was so scared that he became incontinent.
As Lao Li repeated that sentence over and over again, the waiting room became gloomy and cold.
Chen Yang tightened his coat.
The worker suddenly shouted, "The bald guy also said the chairs in the waiting room were so cold!"
"He said it several times, why is the chair so cold! It's so cold!"
"I kept hugging myself and rubbing my arms."
Chen Yang, who was doing the same action, trembled and bounced up. He wanted to stand towards Chao Jian, but his legs became weak and his feet staggered, so he sat directly on the other person's legs. Then he jumped aside quickly as if someone stepped on his tail.
Chao Jian kept his eyes half-closed throughout the whole process, his expression unchanged, as if he was an old monk in meditation.
Chen Yang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked Sun Yixing nonchalantly if he could feel anything.
Sun Yihang shook his head which was buried behind his briefcase.
Chen Yang saw that the man's suit was wet in a large spot and his thin back was trembling slightly. He asked, "Are you okay?"
Sun Yixing nodded and shook his head, sobbing softly, "I can actually feel that they are afraid, but compared to them, I am more afraid of corpses. They are too scary."
Chen Yang, who is the opposite of him: "..."
The second death made the second half of the night especially long.
The newcomers finally started to panic. They originally thought that they could just stay put and be fine, but they never expected that they would die if they didn't leave the train station.
That is because something is preventing them from getting on the bus on time.
There are four shifts and so many people, someone will die. I don’t know who will be the next one, it might be me.
Relaxation and greed are contagious like a plague, as are crying and fear.
And resentment.
I was originally glad that my relatives and friends disappeared at a real train station and were still alive, but now I wonder why it was not them who came here and why I had to encounter such a thing.
Negative emotions are entangled like vines, growing wildly under the watering of anxiety.
It was past two in the morning and the newlyweds were not in the waiting room of their cars, nor did they dare to walk around, so they all gathered in the aisle.
The corridor on the second floor was only supported by a bookstall, just outside the ninth waiting room of K32 where two passengers had died. It had been turned over, but they still chose to go there.
Someone has checked and it's safe.
This way they can both kill time and be together. More people means popularity is the key.
They didn't really know what they were looking for, they just knew it was something unusual.
The two barrels of body parts were still in the middle of the aisle. No one dared to move forward. The brave ones only dared to throw some books into the barrels to cover them up.
Chen Yang was sitting on the row of chairs near the door of the ninth waiting room, holding a magazine that he had bought when he entered the station.
For tourism, all of them are scenic spots in Qingcheng.
This city, which still retains its ancient charm, looks beautiful under the camera.
Chen Yang turned a page and was a little stunned: "There are actually three bridges..."
He nudged the boy next to him with his elbow and said excitedly, "Look, this is where we live!"
Chao Jian leaned his head against the back of the chair towards Chen Yang, raised his eyelids, and looked at him with bloodshot eyes.
The boy's low pressure surged, and Chen Yang's interest was discouraged. He hesitated and raised the magazine: "Sanlian Bridge, it's above."
Without even glancing at Jian, she just stared at him, who was full of energy, and frowned, saying in a nasal voice, "I'm sleeping."
"Oh sorry."
Chen Yang wanted to find someone to chat with. He closed the magazine and said, "You go back to sleep. I'll go to Sun Yixing's place."
The crutches were laid across his feet.
"Stay." These two words came out of Chao Jian's throat, and his breath became long again.
Chen Yang was not surprised that the boy could fall asleep so quickly, which was beyond the reach of ordinary people. He had seen this many times before and just felt that he seemed to be a light sleeper and had difficulty in entering a deep sleep.
No matter how much sleep you get, it won't work.
Unlike him, my sleep time is short but the quality is very good and it is completely sufficient.
Chen Yang crossed his legs and read the introduction of Sanlian Bridge, and the hairs on his body suddenly stood up.
There is a tourist attraction here, but the Sanlian Bridge is not there in his memory.
Chen Yang didn't care about being angry at Jian, so he woke him up to confirm: "We don't have this place, right?"
Chao Jian didn't say anything.
Chen Yang automatically took it as a default: "The quest world doesn't just have one Qingcheng station for quests. There really is a city called Qingcheng, and there are also three linked bridges. Is that what's in the magazine?"
He unconsciously stroked the photo of the scenic spot in the magazine: "We are on the second mission, and we have never been to places other than the mission site. We don't know what it is like outside."
"The world here also has identity numbers."
"You said... Could the mission world be a modified version of the real world?"
The boy fell asleep again.
I didn't sleep very well this time. I don't know what kind of dream I entered. I felt extremely cold all over, and there was a deep shadow between my brows. My lips, which were pursed until they turned pale, moved slightly, and I was mumbling in my sleep.
Chen Yang subconsciously put his ear closer.
The syllables are very vague and I can't hear them clearly.
The young man's voice sounded mechanically and woodenly, and he seemed to be restraining himself from shouting to someone.
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, but when he listened again, the mumbling in his sleep disappeared.
The boy needed sleep very much, so Chen Yang had to put aside his doubts for the time being and took out his mobile phone to take pictures of the scenic spots and the surrounding text introductions. He noticed a weak gaze and went over to wave.
Sun Yixing stood up and came to Chen Yang's side. He took a step and glanced at the sleeping Chao Jian, looking very fearful.
In ancient times, girls with bound feet walked faster than him.
Chen Yang has met many people similar to Sun Yixing in the rehabilitation center. Some of them are like that by nature. They have been honest and cowardly for half their lives and dare not even speak loudly. However, they will launch a desperate counterattack when they are desperate.
Some used to be wild and reckless, but lacked strong strength. They provoked this and that, but after being taught a lesson, they were afraid and gradually became timid.
This kind of people don't fight back when they are beaten or scolded, and they only want to protect their own piece of land.
Chen Yang didn't know what Sun Yihang's three-point land was. He glanced at the briefcase that the other party had not put down. It didn't look like there was a computer in it, probably documents.
"Where are you from Qingcheng?" Chen Yang put the magazine back into his backpack and asked when Sun Yixing sat over.
Sun Yixing sniffed and yawned: "South of the canal, that area you may not..."
"I've been there," Chen Yang interrupted him and said with a smile, "There's the largest game hall in Qingcheng over there. I used to go there to play after school."
Maybe it was because Chen Yang was just chatting with a friend, or maybe he was talking about something familiar, Sun Yixing straightened his back a little.
“The game hall is still there, but business is not good.”
"That's normal. In the Internet age, all games are played online."
Chen Yang clearly felt that Sun Yihang was relaxed, so he asked, "Where were you going this time?"
Sun Yihang picked up his briefcase and said, "On a business trip."
He lowered his thin face, smiled bitterly and said, "I haven't been back for such a long time, and the documents can't be delivered to the client. I'm sure I'll lose my job."
"I finally got a job for a year, but now I have to find a new one."
The man started to cry as he spoke: "I'm almost 40 years old, and I still live in a rented house of about 20 square meters. I don't have much savings, and all my salary is used to pay off debts. A person like me will never be able to find a wife, and I don't know when it will end. I'm really useless..."
Chen Yang looked at his fingers as he picked up the briefcase. They were dry and flaky, and his nails were the color of malnutrition.
"The time point in this space is different from the real world. When you go back, you are still at the train station and the train has not started yet."
Sun Yixing's eyes widened from crying, and his tear-stained lips trembled slightly: "Really?"
"Um."
Chen Yang gave him a tissue and asked him to wipe his snot and tears.
For this mission, the new recruits were selected from the passengers at the train station.
Random or specific unknown.
The elderly should have gotten train tickets and rushed here from their own homes.
There was a muffled sound from behind.
The worker's hemp-gray travel bag fell from his chair.
The zipper of the travel bag was so tight that one half of it was not closed. He picked it up and tried to pull it hard, but the zipper broke, revealing most of a box of Oreos.
It's just Oreos.
However, the more the worker tried to stuff the Oreos in, the more he misplaced his strength, and the travel bag was deformed by his pulling, with the zipper opening tilted towards the ground, and a lot of the things inside fell out.
Egg yolk pie, three plus two sandwich biscuits, Wangzai milk, sesame paste, ham sausage, peanut candy, potato chips, chicken feet, bread...
It's all food.
Is this a supermarket that has been ransacked
Chen Yang picked up the chocolate golden egg that rolled towards him, held it between his thumb and index finger, and threw it casually. The golden egg fell accurately into the worker's travel bag.
Sun Yihang exclaimed inappropriately: "So accurate, you can play basketball, right?"
Chen Yang's mouth twitched slightly.
The worker squatted on the ground and put all the food back into his bag. He tightened the bag straps and when Chen Yang looked at him, he smiled naively and said, "Well, I saw everyone was taking some, so I took some too."
Chen Yang didn't say anything.
The worker felt that Chen Yang was looking down on him, so he stopped smiling, silently tied the bag tightly to prevent the things from falling out, and kicked Lao Li's snakeskin bag.
"He took much more than me, including several jars of very expensive tea leaves, which I didn't even get when I went in."
Just as Chen Yang was about to speak, the noise of quarreling outside came into the waiting room.
It was a man and a woman. Chen Yang was familiar with their voices. He listened attentively for a while.
This time it seemed like the man looked twice more at a woman of the opposite sex in the aisle, or his eyes revealed something. In any case, the woman couldn't bear it anymore and made a fuss.
That couple is really good at making trouble.
Chen Yang sighed as a cane flew past his eyes and headed straight for the door of the waiting room.
Hit it hard, bang.
It was quiet outside for a moment, then the noise started again.
Girls are very emotional. Once they let their emotions out, they can't take them back for a while, so they scream at the top of their lungs regardless of the occasion.
The boyfriend obviously couldn't control the situation.
He also wanted to hit the other crutch in Jian's hand.
Chen Yang quickly stopped him: "Too many people, too many ideas, it's chaos, let's ignore them and go to the innermost waiting room, it's quieter there."
Before Chao Jian could respond, the worker started shouting in panic.
"Little brother, don't leave. If you leave, what will happen to me and Lao Li?"
Chen Yang picked up the crutch by the door and said, "The K32 train is at 9:35 this morning, and there are still about seven hours left. You can stay with everyone else for a while. They are just outside the door of this waiting room."
Seeing that the worker refused to give in, Lao Li also climbed out of the quilt, and Chen Yang said again: "We will come over in the morning."
Only then did the workers and Lao Li stop.
When Chen Yang and the others went out, the noise in the corridor stopped.
Everyone's face looked very haggard, and the cold sweat on their bodies had dried and stuck to their pores like pickles.
I am not a wild cat. I am very sleepy at this time. I can only take a nap because there are so many people. I dare not sleep because I am afraid of being abandoned by my companions or dying in my sleep.
Chen Yang walked towards the innermost waiting room, his eyes glancing at the newlyweds with different expressions, but the girl with freckles was not among them.
Where else could it be if not here? In the waiting room of my own car
Chen Yang saw the person in question after walking a few steps. She was squatting in front of the bookstall in the first waiting room, reading a book attentively.
As if sensing something, the freckled girl turned around and gave Chen Yang another big smile.
Chen Yang felt a pain in the instep of his foot, and he looked at the owner of the crutch and asked: Why are you hitting me
Chao Jian said coldly: "Walk."
"… "
Chen Yang adjusted the edge of the mask. He felt that there was something familiar about the girl, similar to the way Sun Yihang stood.
But it was also different. She always showed kindness to him, as if she was working hard to win his favor.
Is it his illusion
Chen Yang turned his head towards the first waiting room, wanting to take another look at the girl.
The cane started to hit him.
Chen Yang grabbed it quickly: "I'm walking, I'm walking."
Sun Yihang, who was standing behind him, said "eh" and said hesitantly, "You two have such a good relationship."
Chen Yang: “…”
"clatter"
He poked the ground with his cane and said impatiently to Jian, "Are you still not leaving?"
"Let's go, let's go." Chen Yang gave up the idea of going to see the girl again, and put Sun Yixing's words of misjudgment behind his mind.
Sun Yihang followed Chen Yangchao Jian to the innermost seventh waiting room, and shrank to one side, not coming near unless called.
Chao Jian continued to sleep.
Chen Yang was thinking about something. He paid attention to all the waiting rooms along the way, but did not see those old men. They were still on the first floor.
The dismemberment incident did not attract them, which was an expected development.
Chen Yang sat for a while, then walked around Chao Jian. Where did his head go
He lifted the lid of the trash can, leaned in to take a look, then threw the lid back on and continued walking.
If he is a ghost, what would he do with the head after killing someone
Chen Yang couldn't figure it out and shuddered. I must be sick to make such assumptions.
"A-401."
Suddenly, a light voice came from the crack of the door. Chen Yang heard his ward number in the rehabilitation center and turned his head subconsciously.
Xiangdong's face squeezed in like a ghost, staring straight at Chen Yang, I got you.
Chen Yang was so scared that he cursed: "Fuck."
Xiangdong is a typical person who never learns his lesson even if he is beaten to death. His hand is still hurting, but he dares to bear the cold and gloomy atmosphere of being woken up by Chao Jian again and grins at Chen Yang.
"I knew it was you."
Xiangdong laughed: "What can a mask cover? You've exposed yourself with your waist."
Chen Yang warned with disgust: "This is a mission world, don't go crazy."
"Look at what you said. It's okay. Why should I go crazy? I'm just trying to be a good person and make a new start."
Xiangdong grabbed his short hair and said, "I'm telling you, this is my fourth mission, I know a lot. Follow me, I'll take you back to the real world."
Chen Yang was shocked that this mad dog could walk out of three mission worlds alive. In his impression, this guy's fighting ability was good, but his mentality was an enhanced version of Huang Qing. He would explode at any moment and couldn't hide his thoughts at all.
It seems that you still don’t understand.
Xiangdong discovered something, pointed at Chen Yang's left ear, and laughed himself to the ground: "Damn, there's a band-aid on the scar, hahaha, Chen Yang, why are you so funny?"
Chen Yang suddenly changed his mind and rushed to the east. He leaned close to the ear of the young man who inexplicably gave off the aura of "not taking medicine" and said in a negotiating tone, "I want to ask him something."
"Did you cause the scar behind my left ear?" Chen Yang glanced at Sun Yixing who had already hidden in the corner, and spoke in a voice that only Xiangdong could hear.
Xiangdong's eyes were still filled with the seemingly intimate scene between him and Cantui. He snorted sarcastically and threw a cigarette to him.
Chen Yang threw it on a chair beside him.
Xiangdong was even more sarcastic: "Pretend to be a good student in front of your sweetheart."
Chen Yang glanced at the boy awkwardly. When he was about to explain, he was blocked by the boy's expression of indifference. He kicked Xiangdong and said, "How many times have I told you that I am different from you? I am not that kind."
Xiangdong had an expression that said, "Keep pretending, damn it."
Chen Yang kicked him again: "Don't change the subject."
"Who is trying to change the subject? You asked me if I did it. You have the nerve to put the blame on me, Chen Yang."
He breathed heavily to the east, like a bull with its horns plucked out, his eyes bloodshot: "You are the king of porcelain, right? All the fraud teams in the world started out with you!"
Chen Yang: “…”
"I forgot how I got the scar." This time he changed his tack.
Xiangdong examined it for a moment to determine whether it was true or not, then lit a cigarette and took a bite: "You are two years younger than me, and you have Alzheimer's disease. Ha, I told you a long time ago not to live with deep hatred and resentment, to enjoy life in time, do more, and you will have no worries..."
Chen Yang glared at him: "Don't go off topic."
Xiangdong also glared at him: "Who knows where you got this from? I saw it when I first met you in the activity area. I even asked you about it."
Chen Yang suppressed his accelerated heartbeat: "And then?"
"What then? I just touched you there, and you got crazy and attacked me. You just woke up not long ago, it doesn't look like you've been sleeping for years, how awesome."
Xiangdong's face hurt when he lifted it up, and his broken ribs were itchy. He said angrily, "Fuck it, my injury was almost healed, but you beat me up and I had to lie down for more than half a month."
Chen Yang didn't laugh. He was in a very bad mood because he didn't remember what Xiangdong said.
I don't remember anything.
Chen Yang propped up his head with his legs propped up, still speaking in a low voice: "Do you know Li Yue?"
Xiangdong exhaled a puff of smoke: "Why are you asking him?"
Chen Yang said: "Do you know him?"
Xiangdong raised his bearded chin and said, "Come closer. I'll tell you whatever you want to know."
Chen Yang sat still: "Then tell me first, what are the two characters in his name."
The expression on Xiangdong's face disappeared completely, and the next second he burst into laughter, and while laughing he sighed in an intimate tone: "Chen Yang, you are even more cunning than when you were in the rehabilitation center."
Chen Yang straightened up: "A new person died in the ninth waiting room, did you know that?"
This was a blunt start, like a 180-degree turn. Xiangdong smiled at Chen Yang like a wolf: "Why, do you want to get some clues? Come to my place, team up with me and the painter, and we can work together, how about that?"
Chen Yang gestured for him to look at the crutch.
Xiangdong's hand was throbbing with pain after being hit. He held a cigarette between his lips and said to the young man in a frivolous tone, "You have a broken leg, you can't protect the person, just leave it to me, be smart."
Before he could finish the last word, he was hit on the mouth by the cane.
A blood mark crossed Xiangdong's face, which was known as the flower of Area A of the rehabilitation center.
He threw away most of the cigarette, and stood up from a half-squatting position. He was over 1.8 meters tall and strong, with bulging muscles under his black T-shirt, and looked murderous.
Chao Jian looked normal, while Chen Yang was ready to take action at any time.
When the situation was tense, Mr. Feng and Wen Qing arrived.
"So lively?" Wen Qing ran in happily, "Is there a fight? When does it start? Come on, Mr. Feng, we have something interesting to watch."
Chen Yang knew that this Shura-like episode was coming to an end.
No one wants to be treated as a monkey in a circus.
"Pooh-"
Xiangdong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spat a mouthful of bloody foam onto the ground, and left again with a lot of anger in his heart.
When he reached the door, he grinned and said, "Just wait and see!"
Next time I’ll beat the guy with the crippled leg to death!
Chen Yang sat back and touched the boy's crutches with his foot. "He has been in and out of the rehabilitation center several times, and he is always injured. His moves are all unsystematic and come from life-and-death struggles. Your leg is still injured, so don't bother him."
A "clattering" sound reached his eardrums. Chen Yang saw the boy take out the medicine bottle and asked in surprise, "Don't you take it twice a day, morning and night? It's not time to take the medicine yet, right?"
Chao Jian clutched the medicine bottle tightly, his finger bones trembling as he growled, "Get lost."
Chen Yang was slightly confused. He scraped the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue and nodded, "What did you say? Say it again."
He slapped Jian's forehead a few times, quickly poured out two pills and threw them into his mouth, gnashing his teeth, swallowing the bitter taste and closing his eyes: "I didn't say anything."
Chen Yang: “…”
Since there were still two team members present, Chen Yang didn't dwell on this matter.
This is the first time they appear together.
When Chen Yang was chatting with them, he discovered an extremely unexpected phenomenon.
As soon as Mr. Feng started talking, the young intellectuals didn't interrupt or pretend to be cool.
The subtle changes in Wen Qing's words and actions revealed a message: he approved of Mr. Feng.
This shows that Mr. Feng should not be underestimated.
In addition, Chen Yang also discovered that Mr. Feng was subtly trying to make friends with him.
Even though this old man was afraid of them on the first floor before and now had this attitude which was meaningless, Chen Yang still did not refuse.
"We searched both book stalls on the first floor, but found no clues."
Old Feng looked at Sun Yihang and his son, and he looked just as weak and cowardly as his son. "The second floor is for tomorrow's work. The mission has just begun. We have to take it step by step."
"K32 is the morning bus. There are two passengers left on that bus. We will go find them after daybreak. Whether they are dead or have successfully boarded the bus, the rules will be supplemented, which will benefit us."
No one spoke, everyone agreed with this statement.
"There are still a few hours until dawn. Let's take turns on duty."
Mr. Feng spread out the newspaper he had been holding in his hand and spread it over his face to block out the bright light. "Considering that respecting the elderly and loving the young is a traditional virtue, I'm sure you young people have no objection. I'm going to sleep first. Whoever is the first to watch over can come over."
Several young people: “…”
Wen Qing volunteered to be the first one.
It didn’t matter to Chen Yang what place he was in. He slowed down his breathing and tried to fall asleep.
Suddenly, a bald middle-aged man appeared in his mind, lying on a row of chairs, rubbing his arms and looking at him, and kept saying "It's so cold! The chairs are so cold!"
Chen Yang’s eyelashes trembled. He couldn’t sleep, so forget it.
He felt something heavy on his leg, and Chen Yang touched it without opening his eyes. It felt cold and hard. It was a crutch. He did not let the boy take it away, nor did he ask why it was placed on his leg. Instead, he opened his fingers, grasped it, and moved it upwards.
Slowly, Chen Yang fell asleep.
“Tsk.”
The hipsters who watched it thoroughly smacked their lips and said, "This operation is awesome."
Chao Jian was swiping his phone with an expressionless face.
The literary youth felt that the most boring person was born, that is the man with crutches. Mr. Feng said that the face behind the mask is more handsome than the man named Jin, which is absolutely exaggerated.
The guy named Jin can have fun by relying on his beauty, can this guy compare to him
Wen Qing pondered for a long time, but didn't get a single glance, so he stopped talking and moved on to the next target.
There's a newcomer in this waiting room.
When Sun Yihang saw Wen Qing, his eyes suddenly turned red like frightened rabbits.
The hipster pretended to pull his briefcase.
Sun Yixing staggered back and sat down on the ground. He hugged his briefcase tightly and tried his best to get himself under the chair.
"Ah," Wen Qing scratched his head unbearably, "It's like I'm going to rape you."
The thick bangs were messy, revealing the birthmark on the forehead.
A large piece of black.
Wen Qing squatted down with a smile: "Oh, you saw me, what should I do?"
Sun Yixing closed his eyes tightly and begged for mercy tremblingly: "I... I didn't see anything... Don't hit me... Please don't hit me... Please..."
No sound.
Sun Yixing peeked cautiously, and the black spot hit his pupils. He whimpered and tilted his head back.
"Why do you, a weak and incompetent person, still want to live?"
The young man said to himself: "Because I don't dare to commit suicide."
"It's boring. Really boring." Wen Qing shook his head, stood up and left.
Passengers staggered in the aisle.
There was a girl with her legs crossed, crying without tears. She was a single passenger and didn't know anyone.
After entering the station, I drank a lot of water. I really couldn't hold it anymore, but I didn't dare to go to the toilet alone.
"Does any of you want to go to the bathroom?"
The girl shouted several times but no one came forward. She gritted her teeth, walked towards a man, blushed and said embarrassedly: "Sir, can you accompany me..."
"Me!"
The woman in the couple raised her hand: "I want to go too, let's go together."
Seeing this, the other female passengers also became interested and those who wanted to wait until dawn got up.
Except for the girl with freckles, all the female taskers went to the toilet. As soon as they entered, they held each other's hands and opened the cubicles one by one with trepidation.
The compartment doors were all open.
Nothing.
It was safe. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and went in quickly without daring to close the door.
There are squat toilets and seated toilets in the toilet. Girls who love cleanliness will use the squat toilet if possible. If they have to use a seated toilet, they will put a paper under it.
Now I wish I didn’t even have to take off my pants.
"Wait for me!" The woman in overalls shouted in a crying voice while hurriedly unbuttoning her clothes.
Another one started crying: "I... my stomach hurts... I want to poop, please wait for me, please!"
"Don't worry, we are all here, let's go out together."
Those who were ready were all at the sink and had not left. Opposite them were mirrors, and as they waited, they unconsciously looked at themselves, got their hair done, and started chatting.
The restroom is so bright, the lights aren't flickering at all, unlike in horror movies, so there shouldn't be anything wrong, and the exit is nearby.
"Which shift are you all on?"
"I'm 3291."
"Me too."
"And me! Me, me, me!"
"… "
"I'm t57."
The speaker was a woman with a long ponytail, tall figure and outstanding temperament. Her words instantly aroused the sympathy of others.
"Ah... that train is so late, it won't be until the afternoon of the 18th, and today is only the 16th."
There was a flowerpot hanging on the wall next to the woman with the long ponytail. She reached out and pulled off a few green leaves, tearing them into pieces in annoyance.
Everyone is still chatting.
"Who is on the last K1856?"
"My brother."
"He's not in the same class with you?"
"No, we don't work in the same city. I had something to do when I came home this time, so I stayed for a few days before returning."
"k1856 was the worst, it was on the night of the 18th."
"yes… "
No one was talking in the bathroom; everyone was preoccupied with their own thoughts.
A girl saw Long Ponytail tearing the leaves of the green radish, and she wanted to pull some too, so she went over to reach for the hanging branches.
If you can’t reach it, jump up and pull it.
The force was so strong that the branches and leaves flipped the flowerpot over, and she looked up unconsciously.
Among the fallen soil, there was a bloody head, which fell right on her face.