The high-decibel screams from the women's restroom almost overturned the station.
The male passengers in the aisle were in chaos, flapping their wings and pecking at each other like roosters in a cage, not knowing what to do. Everyone had a look in their eyes that said "What's going on?"
The male passenger who had a companion in the women's restroom was very anxious and rushed in without gritted teeth.
Then there was another series of screams.
Boys are also scared, and they look just as frightened as girls.
Sun Yixing came out of the men's restroom with a pale face, grabbed the waistband of his pants and rushed into the seventh waiting room, crying and sobbing in front of Chen Yang.
"Head...head...the one that was run over by the train...that boy...his head...his head was in the girls' room..."
Chen Yang was surprised, he thought they were two buckets of body parts with heads missing.
I didn't expect that he was the first to die.
"Fix your pants first." Chen Yang said.
Sun Yixing hurriedly clasped the briefcase in his arms and tidied his clothes awkwardly, still huddled and sobbing.
Chen Yang woke up right after falling asleep. He wiped his face and said to Chao Jian, "Shall we go take a look?"
Chao Jian stood up with the help of crutches.
"It's more fun when there are more people." The hipster made it clear that he also wanted to go on this trip.
Chen Yang jumped over him and called the old man: "Mr. Feng?"
The snoring was deafening.
In the aisle, some were shaking, some were crying, some were cursing, some were trying to calm themselves down, and some were as pale as death, waiting to die. The personalities of these newcomers were all revealed.
Chen Yang and his companions walked towards the toilet. Some of the newcomers looked at them as if they were saviors, eager to curry favor with them.
The girl's attention was focused on Chao Jian. She had seen him take off his mask.
It seems that people with good looks have softer hearts.
"Look, look, look, that's what trash is,"
Wen Qing laughed contemptuously: "You don't want to find clues yourself, but just want to rely on others. What's the point of living? It's better to die."
Sun Yixing, who was standing behind him, lowered his head to his chest and shrank his shoulders in shame.
Wen Qing put his hands behind his head. He was three to five centimeters shorter than Chen Yang, with good proportions and long, straight legs. "The quality of the newcomers this time is the worst I've ever seen. They simply don't intend to add new citizens to this world. They just want them to die."
Chen Yang paused slightly and did not refute.
This statement was both unexpected and expected for him.
The method of selecting new people is very simple. It seems that it doesn’t matter who they are, as long as there are people in those four shifts.
"Since this is the rule, let's just watch and see who will be left after this bunch of idiots are eliminated."
The hipster chewed gum and said, "It's quite interesting to think about it."
He squinted at Chen Yang and said, "Don't interfere. You have to follow the rules. Don't blame me for not warning you."
Chen Yang said that he was annoyed by this person: "Mr. Feng is still sleeping, why don't you go and watch him?"
The hipster chewed the gum in his mouth and blew a big strawberry-flavored bubble at him.
Then the bubble deflated and covered his nose.
Chen Yang: “…”
Wen Qing calmly stuck out his tongue to roll the bubble back, walked into the toilet first, turned around and went straight to the women's restroom.
Chen Yang turned his head and asked Chao Jian: "For someone who loves to show off so much, how many missions do you think he has completed?"
Chao Jian said: "Don't bother with those who are not important."
Chen Yang said "hmm" and casually said, "The bubbles are pretty big."
I will buy some when I get back. Chewing it can refresh me, which is really needed here.
As the sound of crutches beside him stopped, Chen Yang also stopped and looked at the boy in confusion.
Chao Jian looked straight ahead and said calmly, "The bubbles he blew were so big because he ate three gums at once."
"No wonder." Chen Yang said, "It's harder to blow one, but it's easier if you eat more."
Sun Yixing, who was following behind them, looked dumbfounded. Why were they discussing bubbles? Did he miss something
The women's restroom smelled very bad. When the incident happened, someone had a large bowel movement and didn't flush the toilet. Everyone was so scared that they didn't care about this.
Wen Qing covered his nose and stood outside the door, pointing his hand inside.
Chen Yang wore a mask to block out the smell. He took a plastic bag and went in, and put the shriveled head, which was covered with nutrient soil and had not a drop of blood, into the bag.
Just one head, one more missing.
There were several flower pots on the wall, and Jane raised his cane and knocked them down one by one.
The pot was cracked, and the soil and green ivy were scattered all over the ground, with no heads inside.
Chen Yang remembered that there were also hanging potted plants in the men's restroom, so he went to look next door.
I found it this time.
It’s in the same location as the women’s restroom, the third flower pot from the door.
"I... I even plucked some leaves." Sun Yihang staggered back several steps.
"Why didn't you overturn the flowerpot?" Wen Qing squinted, "You're not as strong as that woman, you're just a sissy."
Sun Yixing pursed his lips and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "I'm not a mother."
One of the two men was as timid as a mouse and didn't even dare to look at it, while the other thought that the job of picking up the heads was too easy and not worth doing.
As for the young man surnamed Chao, he only acted as a strict teacher.
So the head was still put on by Chen Yang.
Chen Yang was carrying two heavy plastic bags on his left and right, with both heads here.
Around five or six o'clock, dawn did not come.
It was seven o'clock, which should have been the time when the sky was brightest, but it was still pitch black outside the window.
Chen Yang's idea of standing at the station and looking outside was not realized. He rubbed his sore eyes and thought that this place was really not as good as Xiaoyin Island.
At least you can see a large area of green mountains on the island, which can relieve eye fatigue.
There are blue sky and white clouds, and the sun is shining brightly. It's nothing like here, being confined to the station.
Chao Jian poked him with his cane: "Go have breakfast."
Chen Yang did some chest expansion exercises and twisted his neck: "K32 is about to open."
"There are still two and a half hours left." Chao Jian said.
"Then let's eat instant noodles."
Chen Yang said, "There are two bottles of Kale in my bag. I'll make them. Wait for me."
He walked a few steps and stopped to wait for the boy, keeping in mind the words "follow closely".
When there are a lot of people, the water at the train station is added in small amounts, and the water is taken away before it even boils.
There are fewer people now, so the water is boiled.
There were a few people in the water room, holding cups and drinking strong tea that had been left overnight.
The sounds of coughing and sipping tea were intertwined.
As Chen Yang walked inside, he lowered his head and tore the instant noodle packaging. He vaguely heard someone calling his name. He looked back reflexively, but did not notice a tall male passenger approaching him.
The other person was walking normally, but something suddenly appeared out of nowhere and tripped him, causing him to lose hold of the cup in his hand.
The boiling water was poured towards Chen Yang.
Chen Yang didn’t have eyes behind his head, so he didn’t see it.
The man was also confused. A cane was swung fiercely and he was knocked away by the force.
The PC cup slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground. There was a muffled sound mixed with the screams of the cup's owner. Only then did the other people present react, including Chen Yang. He touched the back of his head and felt a burning pain in several places.
Chen Yang understood what had happened. He took a look at the steaming water and asked the passenger who was lying on the ground and unable to get up.
"You only got boiling water, not warm water? Isn't it hot?"
"I forgot."
The man had dark circles under his eyes and was in a very bad state. He struggled to sit up on the dirty ground. He didn't care about being hit by the cane and just said apologetically, "I'm sorry, brother. I accidentally spilled the water. Didn't it burn you?"
Chen Yang was stunned by the name "brother". He turned his back to the silent boy next to him and said, "Can you help me check if I'm burned?"
No movement.
Chen Yang shouted, and the boy woke up from a nightmare, and shouted in vain: "Go to the pool, quickly!"
It was mid-March and the water was still cool. When streams of water rushed down from above his head, Chen Yangren felt numb and his screams were stuck in his throat.
Chao Jian held his head and let him rinse for a while.
Chen Yang was too cold and thought stupidly that there wouldn't be any bubbles this time.
However, reality is deliberately making things difficult for Chen Yang.
There was a big bubble in the back of his hair from a burn, and the scalp nearby felt like it was pierced with tiny needles, causing a stinging pain.
Not only that, there were a few small blisters behind the earlobes and two red spots on the back of the neck.
Chao Jian's reaction was considered quick; Chen Yang was just splashed by water and became like this.
He suspected that there was something wrong with the water the male passenger received and that the temperature was abnormal.
Through this little accident, Chen Yang deeply suspected that it was not that his luck had run out, but that he was incompatible with the magnetic field here.
Without having breakfast, Chen Yang went to the supermarket to look for burn ointment.
It's not that he, a grown man, can't bear this little pain, it's that this burn is different from the usual ones.
It will rot his bones.
The burn ointment is probably useless, Chen Yang just applied it for psychological comfort.
But this little consolation did not satisfy him.
Chen Yang searched all the shops but couldn't find one.
Just when he was in so much pain that he felt like he had lost all desire to live, the freckled girl brought him what he wanted.
The freckled girl took out a brand new sticky notepad with a pink kitten on it from her pocket, wrote something on it with a pen of the same color, and tore off the page to give to Chen Yang.
Brother, I heard you got burned. I have an ointment that works great.＞w＜
Chen Yang looked at the ointment with a restrained expression. The pattern on it was the same as the one on Chao Jian's medicine bottle.
What a coincidence.
He had a burn, and she just happened to have one.
The freckled girl seemed to have guessed what Chen Yang was thinking. She put her pen and sticky note pad on the chair and slowly rolled up the cuffs of her purple velvet jacket.
There is a burn on the inside of the wrist.
The wound is not infected. Judging from the wound, it has been there for about one or two days.
Chen Yang asked: "How did you do it?"
The freckled girl put her sleeves back on and wrote a line of small, delicate words on the sticky note.
It’s scalded by boiling water, just like my brother’s.
Chen Yangyou asked: "What's your name?"
This time the freckled girl did not write immediately. She stood with her head down for a while before writing two words.
Dumb
Then he drew a big smiley face.
After the mute left, Chen Yang didn't dare to use the ointment directly. He showed it to Chao Jian and asked, "What country's writing is this?"
"German."
Chao Jian twisted the small white cap of the ointment, squeezed out half a green bean-sized amount on his fingertips, twisted it, and smelled it: "It's a very good burn ointment."
Chen Yang scratched his forehead: "I was overthinking."
"You're right to be on guard against others." Chao Jian said, "Turn around."
Chen Yang looked at him hesitantly: "You want to apply medicine to me?"
"Who else do you want to find?"
Chen Yang raised his eyebrows and said bluntly: "I want to do it myself."
Chao Jian looked at him, a hint of impatience appearing in his dark eyes.
Chen Yang stopped being pretentious: "Thank you for your help."
"You can apply it on your hair, right? I have short hair, so it's dense. I've had a lot of hair since I was a kid..."
Chen Yang talked for a long time, but the old monk behind him didn't know if he was in meditation, so he didn't say anything and didn't apply medicine to him. He waited for a while, then turned back and urged, "Apply it."
The young man lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the ointment, and he seemed to be out of his mind.
Seeing his wandering state, Chen Yang was worried that he would burst his bubble, so he said, "Forget it, I'll just do it myself..."
He frowned at Jian: "Turn around."
"Slow down."
Chen Yang was worried and hoped that the ointment given by the mysterious little mute would be of some use. He felt that the pain would be just like that caused by a ghost's claw.
After a while, I felt a chill on my ear.
The boy was young and did not do things carelessly. He even knew that he should rub the ointment when applying it to help the absorption of the medicine, but the force was too light.
Chen Yang got goosebumps all over his body, and some of them fell to the ground.
That was Chen Yang's sensitive area. He held his breath, clenched his fists, and endured it with great difficulty. After more than ten seconds, he could not bear it anymore and said hoarsely: "Brother, can you... pay more attention?"
The answer he got was an extremely cold rebuke: "Don't talk."
“… … ”
Chen Yang’s head was burned, so he couldn’t wear a hat or a mask because the straps would touch the blisters behind his ears.
Chao Jian also took them down.
Obviously, there were other passengers wearing these two items in the station besides them, but in Chao Jian's opinion, as long as Chen Yang didn't wear them, he would be alone.
He treated everyone else as invisible.
When Chao Jian appeared, everyone had different expressions. Some felt a bit of perverse comfort, thinking that such a handsome man was trapped here and could die at any time.
Some people think it is better to cover it up to avoid distraction.
When Wen Qing saw Chao Jian's face, his hand that had been hit by him began to cramp and the coin on his fingertips flew to the ground.
What Mr. Feng described was surprisingly true.
Damn it…
People cannot be compared.
Wen Qing began to get secretly excited again. He wondered what the man named Jin would think if he met someone with a crippled leg during a mission one day.
Hey, their eyebrows and eyes are a bit similar.
Maybe they all grow to a certain height and are about the same
Mr. Feng cast a subtle look at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing picked up the coin and made an exaggerated chest-hugging gesture: "Mr. Feng, I am a straight man made of reinforced concrete!"
"That's not what I mean. You young people are not straight, not crooked, straight and crooked, and can be straight or crooked. An old man like me doesn't understand."
Mr. Feng stroked his graying beard and said, "I want to know which train you are on."
Something flashed across Wen Qing's eyes, and he grinned, "I won't tell you."
Mr. Feng was about to say something, but when he saw Xiangdong and the painter coming in from the door, he stopped talking.
K32 is the earliest train, and the ticket gate is in the ninth waiting room.
There are twenty-six taskers, excluding the two who died, all twenty-four are present.
From seven to eight o'clock, it was a calm hour.
There is still an hour and a half left.
Everyone is waiting. If K32 can come, their train can also come.
Otherwise, the world ends.
The screens in the waiting room were not lit, and no one knew which ticket gate K32 was. Lao Li and the worker stood very close to the front with their backs to everyone, neither of them wanting to sit down.
Neither of them took any luggage.
It seemed that the day was supposed to be bright outside but it wasn't, which was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Those I got from the supermarket, I don’t want anything anymore, I just want to get in the car.
Mr. Feng was also concerned about this train. He shouted, "Comrades, did you bring your ID numbers?"
It seemed that Lao Li and the workers were still confused and the others became anxious.
"I just remembered that our tickets are red, not blue. We can't check in automatically, and we can't scan our ID numbers. We have to check in manually."
“There’s no ticket inspector!”
"What should we do then?"
"Can't we just go there? There are no staff there anyway."
"There are ghosts. The ghosts will definitely not let us pass directly. It's over. It's all over. We will die. It's a dead end..."
Mr. Feng was getting a headache from the noise: "Everyone! Be quiet! This is the ID number I'm talking about!"
Chen Yang's eyes flew away quickly, and the old man's dry hand held the white card and shook it, blocking all the numbers.
The newcomers all keep their identity numbers of the mission world safe, and put two of them together.
Mr. Feng asked them to take them all out.
"It's like this. If someone dies, the ID number will be destroyed and it won't exist anymore."
Facing their doubts, Elder Feng said solemnly: "There are many of us, and most of us don't know who is who. In order to prevent ghosts from disguising themselves as people here, we need to check to see if everyone has it."
Chen Yang's eye twitched. The old man wanted to see the ID numbers of the newcomers and suspected that there were some old people hiding among them.
Even if they are the same numbers, the old man may have his own way of identifying them.
But the newcomers did not cooperate, they grew a lot overnight.
There is more suspicion and vigilance.
This result made Mr. Feng look downcast. He shook the newspaper and ignored everyone.
Chen Yang watched the old man's expression change and couldn't help laughing. He drank the water he had just added not long ago and it tasted strange.
Noticing the boy's gaze, Chen Yang raised the thermos cup: "Do you want to drink?"
Chao Jian took it and took a sip: "Too much scale."
"It's okay," Chen Yang said, and the boy asked, "Who is Li Yue?"
Chen Yang's eyelids twitched. When he was talking to Xiangdong, his voice was very low, but it didn't escape this person's ears. How good is his hearing
"My attending physician."
Chen Yang touched the lid of the cup: "It's quite complicated. To sum it up, I'm the only one who still remembers him."
Chao Jian did not remain silent, but spoke the moment Chen Yang finished speaking, and said, "So what."
Chen Yang's throat rolled. This person's good psychological quality cannot be calculated using normal data.
I don't care about the mission world or anything bizarre.
Chen Yang lowered his eyes and looked at the row of chairs opposite him: "Do you remember some things very clearly, but forget some things completely, as if they never happened?"
Chao Jian drank some more warm water and replied, "So what?"
Chen Yang was speechless: "You heard Li Yue, and you should have also heard me ask Xiangdong how I got the scar on my left ear. He didn't help me figure it out. I only know that I got it in the rehabilitation center."
Chao Jian was silent this time, and after a while he said, "I will always remember what I should remember."
Chen Yang nodded: "That's right."
I couldn't tell him about the ID number yet, and we couldn't talk about it in depth, so I had to end the conversation hastily.
Li Yue played a very important role in Chen Yang's three and a half years in the rehabilitation center.
Chen Yang was in a coma for more than two years, almost three years, but Li Yue did not give up on him.
During the recovery period after waking up, Li Yue accompanied him and encouraged him whenever he had time. He also gave him a book before he was discharged from the hospital. He inexplicably tricked him and inexplicably did not exist.
He didn't think so before, but now thinking back, he realizes that whenever he got into trouble in the rehabilitation center, Li Yue would stand up for him.
Li Yue is the line of defense that protects him.
Chen Yang let out a long sigh. How could the person who was able to transfer the identity number to him be easily erased from the real world like the taskers who died in the mission world
He didn't believe that Li Yue no longer existed.
There must be something that Chen Yang has overlooked, it must be like this.
But Chen Yang could no longer go looking for people related to Li Yue to test him. If he did that too many times, he would become a mental patient before his secret was exposed.
Expectations and disappointments again and again are too much to bear.
Chen Yang leaned back in his chair. Just like Chao Jian said, what you forget can always be remembered, and doubts will always be answered one day.
The commotion brought Chen Yang back to his senses. It was a few newcomers who were hoping that nine o'clock would come soon and K32 would arrive sooner while the emperor was not in a hurry.
Chen Yang also hoped so.
After the bald man died last night, Lao Li and the workers probably haven't been alone together and have always been in the sight of at least three people.
As long as you live safely...
Chen Yang had just exhaled halfway when he inhaled hard.
Next to the chair where the workers put their luggage stood a figure wearing an old camouflage sweatshirt, gray pants, and a pair of dirty yellow sneakers. His neck was tilted to one side, resting on his shoulder.
There is a layer of skin hanging between the head and neck, which may fall off at any time.
Chen Yang felt as if several hands were covering his mouth and nose. Waves of intense suffocation came over him and rushed madly to his head. Along with the unusual pain of burns on the back of his head, he was on the verge of fainting for a moment.
A cool, large hand patted his face. Chen Yang twitched like a dehydrated fish and held on to the boy tightly. He tried his best to regain some consciousness and motioned him to look at that position.
"Did you see it? Did you see it?"
Chen Yang trembled and said in a breathy voice: "Ghost, the lighter ghost, he is right there..."
He glanced at Jian, and there was no fluctuation.
Chen Yang thought of a possibility and moved closer to him, breathing wetly and tremblingly: "Can't you see?"
He turned away from Jian: "Yeah."
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment.
Yes, Chao Jian said that ghosts don’t want ordinary people to see them, so ordinary people can’t see them. So what is he doing…
The other party wanted him to see it.
Chen Yang touched the crutch leaning against his leg, clenched his fingers around it, and tightened it. His cold fingertips turned white, and he took a few short breaths.
Look, take another look.
As a task-taker, you are destined to deal with these and have to overcome them.
We cannot be completely powerless to fight back when we encounter them.
Take your time, and always take one step at a time.
This time, just look it in the eye.
Just look at each other.
Just one glance.
Chen Yang took another deep breath, forcing himself to open his tightly closed eyes a crack, and slowly look over there again.
The man raised his shaky head and faced Chen Yang.
His body began to rot bit by bit, and a large bloody hole appeared between his head and neck, as if it had been hollowed out, with only a layer of skin hanging on it.
Chen Yang was so frightened that he forgot to breathe. He was slapped on the face again, with much greater force than the first time. He came to his senses a little and saw the man's head shaking, heading towards the worker, with two bloody tears flowing from his rotten eyes.
Are you crying
"He's crying..." Chen Yang's lips moved, "Why is he crying?"
Chao Jian didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Chen Yang murmured to himself: "Why are you crying..."
not good!
Chen Yang stood up suddenly: "Uncle!"
The worker didn't react, he was leaving the ticket gate without warning.
It's walking backwards.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, until Chen Yang shouted again, they came to their senses.
The worker retreated toward the waiting room door, his face pale and his eyes empty.
No matter how others called him, he never stopped.
The worker retreated straight toward the door, taking small but fast steps.
It’s more like being dragged backwards than walking backwards.
"Demon possession..."
Someone shouted, "It's a demon! He's possessed by a demon!"
Everyone's shouts collided with each other and everything was in chaos.
Chen Yang's face was even paler than theirs: "Hurry up and grab him! Quick!"
"Xiangdong! Hurry up and grab him!" Chen Yang shouted in panic.
Xiangdong, who was sitting diagonally opposite Chen Yang, slammed the lid of his lighter when he heard the words. He did not act in a hurry. He stared at Chen Yang's panicked eyes for a few seconds before standing up.
"He's possessed by a ghost and can't be stopped." Xiangdong said, but he still took a step and strode towards the workers.
As expected, they couldn't stop him. Xiangdong, with such a strong build, was actually dragged away by the workers.
"A few more people, damn it, quick!"
Xiang Dong's face turned pale and he cursed: "Hurry up, you idiots! All of you come here, I will beat anyone who doesn't come! And then hang him up and whip his corpse!"
His face, which had been hit by a cane, accompanied by these words, looked like a demon from hell.
Except for Chao Jian, a disabled man on crutches, and Chen Yang who wanted to follow closely, the only missing people were the hipster cracking melon seeds, the painter with severe mysophobia, and the elderly Feng Lao. All the men, women, and children present had gone over.
A dozen people gathered around, all trying to hold the worker back.
But in the end he was still towed away.
"Knock him out... knock him out quickly..."
Sun Yixing held his briefcase tightly with his arms, grabbed the worker's clothes with his hands, and cried anxiously, "Knock him out!"
Xiangdong chopped the worker's neck several times with his knife. Normally, he would have fainted, but now he had no reaction at all.
The workers were still retreating.
He retreated all the way to the door of the waiting room and stopped.
It was hung up by something and was hanging there.
Facing the waiting room.
There was no hook or rope on the door, the workers just hung it like that.
The piece of skin on top of the head was tightly attached to the door head.
Like a long nail driven into it.
Right in the middle of the door.
The waiting room was deathly silent.
Chen Yang fell onto the chair, shaking, holding his head with both hands and shouting silently a few times.
The ghost was asking him for help.
I hope he can save his benefactor.
He is a tasker and he himself is trapped in the rules. How can he be saved
The whole skull suddenly began to ache, spreading from the blister on the back of his head. Chen Yang felt as if he was being bitten by something. He gasped in pain and looked around: "Lao Li? Lao Li? Lao Li!"
"I... I'm..."
Old Li's face turned pale and he trembled as he said, "Little brother, I'm here."
Chen Yang wiped away the cold sweat rolling down his forehead with his hand and said in a dry voice: "Sit down, sit down."
Then he said to Chao Jian with trembling lips: "The ghost is gone!"
Looking at his still trembling pupils, Chao Jian said solemnly, "Don't worry about it."
Chen Yang thought in a daze, there’s nothing I can do about it.
Everyone was very upset. There was only one door in the waiting room and the body was hanging there. How were they going to get out
It was impossible to avoid it, but fortunately the door was quite spacious.
It was so scary that the ghost killed people in front of them, which made them feel that when it was their turn, none of them could escape.
"It's almost half past eight..." someone said.
These words immediately drew their attention away. They no longer cared about leaving. The most important thing was whether the train would arrive.
Chen Yang was also looking at his phone. He wanted to find a game, intentionally trying to change his mind and slow down.
The first ghost I saw in my 25 years of life was not a female ghost but a male one, but I was still extremely frightened.
Not fainting on the spot was beyond his imagination.
His stomach was cramping and acid was rising up, which he had to force himself to swallow several times.
"Why are they all foreign?" Chen Yang played the game again, unable to put it into words.
Chao Jian took it and operated it a few times, then cut it all into Chinese for him: "Does the blister still hurt?"
"Better now," Chen Yang absentmindedly pressed the keys on his phone. His hands were sweaty and slippery, and he kept pressing the wrong keys. "Help me check again."
"I must be possessed by some evil spirit. A normal burn wouldn't be this painful."
Chen Yang suppressed his emotions: "There are still three days left. I can't die before getting on the bus. I will follow you closely and try not to let myself encounter any so-called accidents."
The young man next to him maintained the posture of looking at the burns and did not say anything for a long time.
Chen Yang panicked: "Is my head rotten?"
Chao Jian tightened his lips and said, "The ointment has no effect."
"… It's only been a short while since I applied it." Chen Yang consoled the boy, "We won't know until tonight at the latest."
He calmly glanced at the mute sitting a few rows away and said, "As long as the ointment is fine, it's fine. You know how strange my injury is. Whether it works depends on luck."
A shadow fell in front of him, and he looked down at Chen Yang from the east: "Why are you still so afraid of ghosts?"
Chen Yang looked at me and said, why aren’t you scared of being beaten yet
Xiangdong's face immediately became ferocious.
Chen Yang changed the subject before he got angry: "What did you feel when you pulled that worker just now?"
"What does it feel like to play games with a ghost, to see who is stronger."
Xiangdong looked at Chen Yang's bald head and snorted mockingly, "What kind of fate do you have? You are afraid of ghosts and yet you become a tasker. It's probably because of the years you've been in the rehabilitation center that your ancestral graves have grown overgrown with weeds, and your ancestors underground don't recognize you anymore."
The more he talked, the more he asked for trouble: "If I were you, I would die sooner and be reborn sooner."
Chen Yang lowered his eyes and played a game, ignoring him.
Xiangdong looked at Chen Yang's face which was pale and half dead. He rolled his eyes, stepped onto the chair without saying anything, crossed his long legs to the other side, and moved closer to take a look at the burnt area on the other person's back.
There are very few who have not made mistakes.
"Man, you've been marked by a ghost." Xiangdong said.
Chen Yang felt a chill running down his feet. He held onto his phone and said calmly, "Just a few bubbles."
Xiangdong leaned over the back of the chair behind him, put his strong arms down, and deliberately slowed down his speech: "You will die."
Chen Yang stopped talking.
The same thing, when heard from other people, feels completely different from when told by Chao Jian. It's hard to explain.
"I'm the last bus, aren't you?"
Xiangdong didn't expect Chen Yang to answer. He was afraid that if he did, it would be a lie. He was extremely cautious: "Forget it, forget it. No matter which class you are from, just follow me. I'm serious."
"In your current condition, if you want to survive, you have to stay with people with strong yang energy."
Xiangdong shrugged and said shamelessly: "There is no one here with more yang energy than me."
Chen Yang went to see the boy first.
Xiangdong sneered in his heart. The painter did not recommend him to touch the man on crutches and reminded him many times. It’s okay to be disgusting.
"He's so white, and prettier than a woman, how much masculine energy can he have? If you follow him, you won't survive this night."
Chen Yang's face darkened, and he said perfunctorily, "I know."
Xiangdong was so angry that his lungs ached. He glared at Chen Yang for a while as if he were an unfilial descendant, then turned away.
Chen Yang quit the game and sat quietly for a moment: "Chao Jian, Xiangdong looks like he has had many dealings with ghosts."
He lowered his eyes and stroked his cane. There was no expression on his face and nothing could be seen.
"I have enough Yang energy for you."
"That's not what I meant to say. I meant..."
Chen Yang realized what the boy said and sat up straight instantly. He pursed his lips and said with difficulty: "Then do I really need Yang energy?"
"I am also a man, don't I have yang energy?"
Chao Jian answered irrelevantly: "Sun Yixing is the most sinister among these people. From now on, don't let him get too close to you."
Chen Yang's attention was diverted: "Why does he have so much Yin energy? Is it related to his physique?"
"Too much negative energy." Chao Jian just said.
Chen Yang felt very depressed when he thought about what Sun Yixing said about his life.
"You still need to use the ointment,"
Chao Jian said calmly: "In this mission, if I don't die, you won't die."
Chen Yang paused, then asked tentatively: "Then we can be permanent teammates?"
Or propose living together.
Chao Jian closed his eyes and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back."
The waiting room was quiet.
After an unknown amount of time, the screen at Gate 5 lit up.
A row of small green words appeared on it: K32 is checking tickets...
Nine twenty-five.
K32 is not the starting station. If you are passing by, please check your ticket ten minutes in advance.
Chen Yang stood up, grabbed Chao Jian's crutches, and walked closer to the ticket gate with him.
The other old men didn't move.
The ones with the biggest emotional reactions are the newcomers.
“Here it comes!”
“The train is really coming!”
"This time it's a real train, not an invisible one, that's great..."
They looked at Lao Li with envy, it was great that they could escape soon.
Old Li asked Chen Yang anxiously, "Little brother, how can I check tickets without a ticket inspector?"
Chen Yang told the truth: "I don't know either."
The atmosphere in the waiting room changed.
No one made a sound.
No one could help Lao Li, as they were not from this shift except him.
Time is passing by every second. If you don’t go to the platform, the train will leave.
Old Li's legs were shaking as he slowly went through the manual ticket gate. He looked back at the others, closed his eyes, then opened them again, and ran in with a look of ready death.
Not dead, safe and sound!
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Since Lao Li is fine, they will be able to be like him when the time comes.
Old Li ran towards the platform eagerly, but suddenly he remembered something, so he braked and turned back.
"By the way, don't go to that newsstand on the west side of the first floor!"
A passenger asked: "Why?"
Old Li showed a frightened expression, rubbed his arms and said: "When I passed by there, I saw a man in uniform inside. He was a ghost!"
Everyone's face turned pale.
"It's true. You have to believe me. I'm leaving soon. How could I possibly lie to you?"
Lao Li waved his hands and shouted: "I'm leaving now. You can definitely be like me—"
The middle-aged man opened his voice and shouted sincerely.
There was silence in the waiting room for a moment, and everyone watched him walk onto the platform.
I don’t know when I can be like him.
I really hope it will be faster.
A timid question suddenly rang out from the crowd: "The uncle said he passed by the newsstand..."
"When did he pass by there?"
Everyone's expression changed instantly.
Yes, isn’t he always on the second floor
"Bang"
A coin was thrown in from outside the waiting room door and landed at Chen Yang's feet.
Chen Yang looked towards the door.
Wen Qing came in from the hanging body, panting, "Old Li is dead."
"It's at the newsstand on the first floor. I just came up after checking."
And "Old Li" was still waving on the platform.
"I'm leaving now. It will be your turn soon. You will all be like me!"