K32 arrived, but no one got on board.
There is only one ghost.
The twenty-two survivors stood scattered in front of the glass windows, watching the dead Old Li turn into ashes the moment he stepped onto the train.
Everyone couldn't help feeling suffocated.
You can't go back, even if you die and become a ghost.
At 9:35, K32 departs on time.
The moment the rumbling sound completely disappeared, the lights on the platform went out.
Waiting for the next car to come.
Chen Yang discovered that ignorance was indeed fearless. The old Li in the waiting room was a ghost. He looked no different from an ordinary person and did not reveal his true appearance when he was dead. He was unaware of it and could not see it, so he was not scared.
And talked to each other.
Chen Yang wanted to take down the worker's body hanging at the door of the waiting room, but found that it was impossible.
The body was stuck to the door and couldn't be pulled out.
I can only continue to hang there.
The door couldn't be closed because there was a dead body blocking the way.
Unfortunately, the ninth waiting room is not at the innermost part. No matter which waiting room you come out from, you will see a person hanging there, which is creepy.
Everyone stuck to the door and left carefully.
Chen Yang rummaged through the worker's luggage and found a handful of ashes where he had hidden the lighter.
The ghost had actually been wiped out.
Chen Yang was stunned. A gust of cold wind came from somewhere and blew the dust towards his face.
A hand pulled him aside.
The ash fluttered into the air and scattered.
Chen Yang patted his clothes with lingering fear: "As the old saying goes, the more you fear ghosts, the more they will bully you. I believe it."
"Dying early and being reborn early is a solution. It also makes sense that a good death is worse than a miserable life..."
After mumbling for a while, Chen Yang pulled himself together and said, "Let's go to the first floor to see Lao Li's body."
Chao Jian looked down at him: "Do you want to live so much?"
Chen Yang smiled: "Alive."
I was in a daze in the rehabilitation center and didn't think about this word carefully. It was very empty and nothing could fill it with. But when I entered the mission world, I started thinking about it. I felt motivated and hopeful.
The newsstand on the west side of the first floor was crowded with people inside and outside.
The new ones are outside and the old ones are inside.
When Chen Yang went in, Wen Qing, Mr. Feng, Xiang Dong and the painter were all silent, each with their own thoughts.
Lao Li's death was strange, as if he had seen something terrible before he died.
"At about 2 a.m., Mr. Li was still alive."
Chen Yang took the initiative to throw out a message, and then asked the four of them: "You searched the two newsstands on the first floor last night. Who was responsible for this?"
Wen Qing shrugged: "Mr. Feng and I went to another newsstand."
Xiangdong saw Chen Yang looking over and said in a rough voice: "I, the painter, came here together."
"I'm not sure when I left. I didn't check the time," he said.
"Probably?"
Xiangdong raised an eyebrow: "It's past half past three."
Chen Yang held the ticket in his pocket. At that time, they were staying in the seventh waiting room.
And Lao Li should be with the people in the aisle and the workers.
Later, the head in the toilet was found.
The timing of several events was not precise enough, and Chen Yang did not pay close attention, so he could only arrange them in order.
He walked eastward towards Chen Yang and was about to put his hand on his shoulder, but he was afraid of the power of the cane, so he reached behind him and grabbed his back instead.
It was a subconscious action. When he realized it, Xiangdong kicked the newsstand several times, like he was having a rabies attack.
After kicking him, he said to Chen Yang as if nothing had happened: "Don't ask any more questions?"
Chen Yang ignored his madness and asked, "Is there anything unusual in this newsstand?"
Xiangdong licked his lower lip and smiled: "Guess."
The same bewitching expression as always, but with a swollen and bruised face that was unbearable to look at.
Chen Yang went to see the painter silently.
"That guy is obsessed with the idea of where there are disposable gloves in the station. If he answers you, I'll eat shit."
Just as Xiangdong finished barking, a turbid voice, as if containing a mouthful of phlegm, was heard.
"No," the painter said, "nothing unusual."
Xiangdong: “…”
He rushed to the painter and grabbed the collar of his windbreaker: "Did you let me slap you in the face on purpose?"
The painter moved his blistered lips and went out.
"Wow!"
The literary seal clapped his hands: "Live broadcast? I want to watch it."
Then he was beaten by Xiangdong.
Xiangdong was a tall and strong man with a strong physique, and his punches and kicks were powerful. He vented all the frustration he had suffered towards Chao Jian. Wen Qing was no match for him and had basically no chance to fight back.
"Hey, civilized people never use force. How rude."
Wen Qing's face was swollen and bruised. He straightened his hair, swallowed a mouthful of sweetness, wiped the blood from his mouth, and smiled at Xiang Dongxie: "Don't do this next time."
Xiangdong feels a chill and is sick.
Chen Yang watched Wen Qing leave as if nothing had happened. He turned to look at Xiang Dong and said, "Why do you always say you want to eat shit every time you make a bet with someone?"
Xiangdong's expression twisted for a moment: "It shows that I am a loyal man."
Chen Yang: “…”
After letting out his breath, Xiangdong felt much better. He opened the glass cabinet with ease and took out a pack of Tengwang Pavilion from the one inside. He stroked the gold thread that touched the package and asked, "Let's go eat?"
Chen Yang was also hungry. He ignored Xiangdong and asked the boy who had been looking at the postcards on the folder: "What are your plans?"
Xiangdong was ignored and his face twisted again. He spat, walked out of the newsstand with anger, and yelled at the group of people who focused their attention on him.
"Look at your dad, look, get out of here!"
Before walking east, he kicked over the newsstand and a lot of books and magazines fell.
"No one in Area A can control him, it's just like his back garden."
Chen Yang said this casually, picked up several books and magazines on the ground, and took away the picture book on Lao Li's body.
"By the way, he's also from Sanlianqiao, hanging around in East Street, and he's been in the rehabilitation hospital a lot for stab wounds."
Chao Jian ignored this and hit the shelf with his crutch. The postcard on it shook, but it was very solid and did not fall down.
Chen Yang looked over and asked, "Any findings?"
"Take a picture." Chao Jian walked to the side of the newsstand with crutches and scanned the transparent beverage cabinet.
After taking the postcards, Chen Yang went to his place. The cabinet was vertical, with seven rows, and contained black tea, cola, Sprite and the like.
Every row was not full, and the gaps did not match any number sequence Chen Yang could think of.
"Let's go." Chao Jian said, "Let's go find something to eat."
Just as Chen Yang was about to take out his cup of beer again, the boy said, "No instant noodles."
"… "
Chen Yang pushed the old man sitting on the plastic stool and said, "Mr. Feng?"
Old Feng raised his drooping gray head and looked at Chen Yang blankly: "Ah? Is it over?"
Chen Yang twitched his lips: "Everyone has left, gone to eat, and we are ready to leave too."
"Let's go, then."
Old Feng stroked his wrinkled face and said, "You guys are the best. You remember to call me an old man when you have a meal. You are not like those people who have no conscience."
Chen Yang caught his gaze searching for Sun Yihang in the crowd outside and pretended not to see anything: "Mr. Feng, do you want to go with us?"
Mr. Feng kept folding newspapers: "Yes, food tastes better when there are more people."
Chen Yang felt that the more he interacted with him, the more deceptive Mr. Feng's air of having seen through the mundane world became, and he was just an ordinary old man.
Like Mr. Sun and his entourage, Mr. Feng always carries things with him wherever he goes.
One is a briefcase and the other is a newspaper.
Chen Yang closed the newsstand and faced a dozen lifeless faces.
"Everyone, I have a question for you."
Chen Yang said, "From the early hours of last night to this morning when we gathered in the ninth waiting room, during this time, did any of you keep your eyes on Lao Li?"
Everyone is a little slow.
"It was around 2:37 in the morning, and I looked at my phone at that time."
A male passenger with a Japanese look said, "Just before you left the ninth waiting room, that uncle and another passenger from K32 came out. They have been at the bookstall outside since then. We were all there and can testify to this."
The pronunciation is clear and the logic is not bad.
Chen Yang recognized him as the young man who was mistakenly thought by the old man to be an accomplice of the thief. His words carried a certain weight among the newcomers.
Just one sentence can lighten the mood.
Chen Yang's gaze passed from that man to the young woman next to him. She had an apple face and round eyes, and was very cute.
"Then did you see Lao Li coming downstairs?"
"No."
Except for the mute and Sun Yihang, everyone else answered without hesitation.
Chen Yang asked again, his tone serious: "Really?"
Those who had answered showed hesitation on their faces this time.
Not sure.
That person is not their friend or relative and will not always pay attention to them.
They feel very sleepy from early morning to morning, and sometimes they can't help dozing off.
Chen Yang sighed. The workers knew Lao Li’s movements best.
Unfortunately, when Lao Li was found dead, the workers had already closed the door before him, leaving no chance to investigate.
That ghost may not be Lao Li.
If it's other ghost costumes, their mentality is like that of a hipster, playing games.
In order to make them stay with it until the end, we led them to the newsstand and left clues inside, just like fishing.
But nothing was found.
Assuming it was Lao Li, what did he mean by asking them to come to the newsstand
The body will definitely be found, there is no need to say that specifically.
When Chen Yang scratched his ear, he got burned and the pain made him gasp for breath several times.
I always feel that there is something wrong with Lao Li’s death, but I can’t figure it out.
There are places to eat on the first and second floors of the station.
Everyone is on the first floor.
There is no chef in the restaurant, only ingredients and seasonings, and all kitchen utensils except knives.
Chen Yang cooked a pot of beef noodles.
The beef was ready-made, sliced very thinly, and came with chopped green onions, coriander and other ingredients. The noodles were very fragrant, and Chen Yang's cooking skills were fully demonstrated.
Chen Yang served three bowls of noodles, and there was still some left in the pot, so he asked Xiangdong, who came over after smelling the aroma, to clean it out.
The four of them probably all wanted to have a good hot meal, so they didn't sit at one table, but instead occupied three tables.
Mr. Feng and Xiangdong each had a table, while Chen Yang and Chao Jian sat at the same table.
Chen Yang gave Chao Jian two tissues: "The knives are gone. The knives and forks in the western restaurant are gone. That's fine, but the fire axes in the fire cabinet are gone. I can't find any self-defense in the station. I don't feel safe."
He tapped Jian's chopsticks against his chopsticks.
Chen Yang didn't react for a moment: "What?"
It was only the next moment that I understood what he meant.
Chopsticks and nails have the same function, both can be used for self-defense.
The stone in Chen Yang's heart moved a little, and he felt a lot more relaxed.
When you leave later, take a pair of chopsticks and hide them in your sleeves.
"Xiao Chen, you cooked this noodle really well."
Mr. Feng praised him highly and threatened to go to his house for a meal when he went out.
Before Chen Yang could say anything, Xiangdong gulped down most of the bowl of noodles like a pig digging for a trough, and said incoherently: "Old man, I advise you to save your energy. He is a person who is real except for his fear of ghosts. Everything else is fake. He is completely hypocritical and pretentious, pretentious and delicate, and is the best at pretending..."
Xiangdong said with a gossipy look: "He deceived many people by pretending to be a mild-mannered and honest person."
"Even if he agreed to your request, he would just be fooling you."
Mr. Feng took a sip of the hot noodle soup and said, "You've said so much. Is he familiar with you?"
Xiangdong: “…”
When Chen Yang heard this, he choked on his noodles. He pushed the bowl away and started coughing. The blisters on the back of his head hurt again and tears came out.
Chao Jian gave him a cup of water and said, "I'll take the medicine later."
"Cough cough... cough..." Chen Yang coughed and drank some water, "If you are indecisive, you really can't get anything done. You can't even eat."
Chao Jian frowned and asked, "Do you still want to eat?"
"Eat," Chen Yang covered the cup, "There is braised pork in the kitchen. I'll make braised pork rice tonight."
Chao Jian looked at his red eyes and said, "Don't bring anyone else."
Chen Yang didn't reply, and heard the young man say, "I'm not full."
"… I didn't consider your appetite." Chen Yang finished slurping the noodles in his mouth, "I'll eat the noodles first, and then I'll see if there's anything else I can make for you."
Chao Jian's facial muscles were tense, and his voice was low and cold: "It was like this at noon, I'm talking about what happened in the evening."
Chen Yang responded under his oppressive feeling: "As you said, it will be just the two of us tonight."
Suddenly, a gaze came over and Chen Yang went to greet him: "Mr. Feng, what's the matter?"
"It's okay." Mr. Feng spread out the newspaper.
Chen Yang looked carefully at the People's Daily, but couldn't tell which edition it was.
He never reads newspapers and doesn't understand.
Xiangdong, who was sitting at the table next to Mr. Feng, had also eaten and drunk his fill. He took out a palm-sized book in an artistic manner. The paper was yellowed and old, and the image of an old man pushing a cart on the cover was very eye-catching.
Chen Yang rolled his eyes: "Where did the pornographic book come from?"
Xiangdong corrected him seriously: "What kind of pornographic book? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. This is adult reading material."
As he said this, he turned the inner page to show Chen Yang.
It was a watercolor. Chen Yang glanced at it and asked, "You bring this thing with you on a mission?"
"So we were roommates for four years for nothing. You really don't understand your brother."
Xiangdong crossed his legs and shook the pornographic book in his hand: "I found this in the newsstand in the west. It's the place where Lao Li died."
"Pornographic books are also books. They are quite old and have a strong sense of clues. If you are interested, we can discuss them together."
Chen Yang nibbled the corner of his mouth.
Xiangdong understood his action and knew that he was planning something and was ready to take advantage of the victory, but then a Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared.
"I want to discuss it. I do."
Chao Jian took out a book from his coat pocket like a magic trick.
Chen Yang looked at what was on the table and what was in Xiangdong's hand. He wanted them all.
Chao Jian took out another book and placed it in front of him.
"Is that enough?"
Chen Yang swallowed his saliva and stopped looking at Xiang Dong's book: "Enough."
Xiangdong swore that he would find an opportunity to kill the man with the crippled leg, and he would definitely kill him.
Damn it, he is younger than him, about two centimeters taller than him, and is valued by Chen Yang, this big cabbage. Even if there is not the slightest spark of love between them, there is trust. Why keep him around if not beat him to death
She doesn't look as manly as him, so she only attracts young girls.
Chen Yang is not such a superficial person. He has used his beauty to lure men to the rehabilitation center many times but never succeeded. What does he like about that boy
It can't be that the other party is the only one who can take him to complete the mission, right
Xiangdong flipped the pages of the pornographic book with a rustling sound. The old paper couldn't withstand the tossing and turning and was almost torn apart by him.
Chen Yang was not in a hurry to read the two books given by Chao Jian. He sat at Mr. Feng's table.
"Mr. Feng, Wen Qing said you are a fortune teller."
"I've done some research." Mr. Feng said modestly.
Chen Yang lowered his voice and asked, "So you really had a fortune-teller's fortune told before you set out on this mission?"
Mr. Feng glanced at him and continued reading the newspaper.
Chen Yang's voice became even lower: "What did you get?"
Mr. Feng asked, "Do you really want to know?"
Chen Yang looked at him closely. The old man had three-dimensional facial features. He must have been very handsome when he was young. "Yeah."
"Don't young people nowadays believe in science?" Mr. Feng said, "Why are there still so superstitious?"
Chen Yang smiled and said, "I'm just listening casually."
"Okay, I'll just talk about it."
Old Feng put away the newspaper, stared at him with his eyes that were not very pure but mixed with some colors, and his shriveled mouth opened and closed: "Very fierce."
Those two words hit Chen Yang's mind, stirring up a thousand waves.
Chen Yang felt like he was drowning. He didn't even know when Feng Lao and Xiang Dong left. He felt like he was floating in the raging waves.
"Chen Yang."
"Chen Yang."
The calls in his ears came one after another, low and deep. Chen Yang saw the boy's two pale lips open, and it took him a long time to recover his hearing: "Yeah."
Chao Jian looked at him in silence.
Chen Yang's back was covered with sweat: "I am a thoughtful person, I think a lot."
Then came the incoherent sentence: "I want to go for a run in the hall."
Chao Jian: “…”
Chen Yang really felt that he needed exercise.
"Look, we were chased by monsters on Xiaoyin Island. It was a life-and-death race. Here, we just walk up and down the stairs. We can't walk many steps. Exercise is good for..."
Chen Yang swallowed the rest of his words and shouted to Sun Yixing who was moving over with a briefcase, "Didn't you feel what happened to Lao Li?"
Sun Yihang already knew in the morning that Chen Yang didn't want them to get too close, so they tactfully stayed away.
"No."
Sun Yixing lowered his eyes: "I don't feel anything."
Chen Yang inquired inconspicuously: "There were three ghosts in the car at that time, one pretending to be Lao Li, one attached to the worker's body, and the lighter ghost. You didn't sense any of them?"
Sun Yixing shook his head, his expression aggrieved and a little miserable: "I told you, I can only feel ghosts sometimes... not every time."
Chen Yang touched Chao Jian's crutch and tapped it with his fingertips. Listening to it is one thing, but actually doing it is another.
To sum up Sun Yixing's special physique, it can be described in three words: unreliable.
Sun Yixing choked up.
Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian, wanting him to say a few words to Sun Yihang.
Chao Jian showed no sign of asking any questions and didn't even glance at him.
Chen Yang had no choice but to do it himself: "Mr. Sun, I'm not your boss. I won't fire you just because you didn't feel them this time. You don't have to do this."
Sun Yixing picked at his briefcase and sobbed softly, "I know, I'm useless. It's all my fault. I'm so useless."
Chen Yang gave him a tissue and said helplessly, "Stop crying."
Sun Yixing looked at the tissue with red eyes, stunned for a moment, and said abruptly: "That ghost is not pretending to be Old Li, he is him."
Chen Yang raised his head quickly: "Are you sure?"
"Well," Sun Yixing took the tissue and did not use it all over his face. Instead, he started using it from a corner as he did before, which was very economical.
"Why didn't you say anything just now?"
"I don't remember." Sun Yixing sniffed.
Chen Yang pondered secretly, and ruled out the possibility that "it was another ghost costume."
Since it is Lao Li, we should carefully examine every word he said to everyone at the end to see if there is anything hidden in them.
The uniform ghost mentioned by Lao Li...
Chen Yang asked Chao Jian in a low voice: "In the past twenty years, were the thirteen people who died in accidents at the train station really just passengers, and no staff?"
"No." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang was full of doubts. Lao Li was lying. What was his purpose
The point is not the ghost, but the uniform
What was he going to tell them
There is also a strange thing, that is, among the four people who died, only Lao Li could appear in the form of a ghost, while the others could not.
"Why are our group of sissy uncles crying?"
Wen Qing walked into the restaurant carrying a bag and said to Chen Yang jokingly, "Handsome guy, you are bullying me."
Chen Yang looked at his bruised face and asked, "Are you okay?"
"It's fine."
The hipster leaned over, sat on the table, took out a paper bag from the bag, and took a bite of the hamburger: "You guys are eating noodles, you cooked it, right? Next time, take me with you so I can have a taste too."
Chen Yang smelled the fragrance and glanced at his other two paper bags.
"Take it." Wen Qing casually threw one to him.
Those were the chicken wings that Wen Qing grilled himself at a fast food restaurant. They were golden in color, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and looked very appetizing.
Chen Yang opened the paper bag, drooling. He patiently asked Chao Jian and Sun Yihang, "Do you want any?"
Sun Yixing was terrified and said, "No, I don't want it. I've already eaten it."
Chao Jian’s response was: “Give me the leftovers.”
Chen Yang whispered, "I suggest you take it now if you want to eat it."
There is nothing left.
He glanced at Jian's greedy look and twitched his forehead: "It doesn't matter, eat your own."
"That's fine."
Chen Yang squeezed out a chicken wing through the paper bag, and then he remembered something. He leaned closer to Wen Qing and asked, "Do fast food restaurants have bamboo sticks?"
"I haven't seen him." Wen Qing narrowed his eyes, "Why, looking for someone to protect you?"
Chen Yang was speechless.
Wen Qing leaned back to look at the back of his head. There was a circle of marks around the blisters, and the color was getting darker and darker. "Handsome guy, you have to protect yourself mainly from ghosts. No matter how many self-defense items you have, they are useless. You should pray more."
"Everyone, come out! Look! There's no more blood!"
There was a young and energetic voice outside, running and shouting like a newspaper seller to inform everyone.
Chen Yang and his party went to the hall and found that there were only dirty and gray footprints on the ground outside the station, without a drop of blood.
The invisible train that ran over people last night seemed like a dream.
There were more than twenty people entering the dream at the same time.
Everyone started talking about it. They had just finished brunch and the atmosphere was quite lively.
"Is there a time when everyone who dies here will disappear?"
"That's good. It's really scary to be with a dead body."
"The flesh and blood at the door has disappeared, but where are the two barrels of body parts?"
"Yes, are the body parts still there?"
"… "
A few brave ones went to the second floor together and saw that the body parts were still there.
That means the time has not come yet.
Chen Yang thought about the time of death of the newcomer last night, took out his cell phone to see what time it was, and memorized the time.
See when the body parts disappear.
Just then, someone exclaimed: "Prompt screen! Look!"
The discussion suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at the large prompt screen behind them.
The four shifts are still four shifts, but the order has changed.
Last night was—
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
Now it is—
k32, 16th 09:35 Ninth waiting room on time
3291, 17th 04:10 Fifth Waiting Room on time
t57, 18th 13:20 First waiting room on time
k1856, 21:55 on the 18th, the fourth waiting room is on time
The order of departure dates has changed from reverse to forward.
and…
The k32 row is all gray.
"Gray..."
Chen Yang said, "Is it because everyone in that shift died?"
Chao Jian: “Yeah.”
Chen Yang touched his pocket and put the ticket inside. He searched the crowd for the Japanese guy from before, wanting to hear what the new representative thought.
The Japanese guy was suddenly spotted, stunned for a moment, and then suddenly came up with his own analysis.
"The order was specifically adjusted to emphasize the date. The ghost wants to tell us that it will kill people according to this order, one train at a time, starting from the earliest one. Everyone will die."
The air flow in the hall froze, condensing into a block of ice pressing down on the sky, and the air became thin and cold.
Connect to 3291 below k32.
You can almost tell at a glance who is on that train.
The panic on his face couldn't be hidden.
"Can I exchange my ticket?"
Chen Yang looked over when he heard the voice. It was one of the trendy men and women, the guy with earrings who called the only girl among them a bitch.
Last night he said that he had a train at the early morning of the 17th and needed to find a place to sleep for a while, thinking that time would pass faster if he slept. He also said that he couldn't stay in such a damn place.
After that quarrel, three more people died in K32. Judging from his decadent mental state, he probably didn't have the courage to find a place to sleep by himself.
The bus at dawn on the 17th is number 3291.
Now that this boy asked this question, it was obvious what he was planning.
He wanted to steal the tickets of people on the following train.
Just a little stupid.
Following the question from the man with the earrings, something was surging in the hall.
Chen Yang was very familiar with it.
The literary youth who treated the task as a game liked this situation the most. What's the point of ghosts? It's fun to fight people. He excitedly walked up to the man with earrings and asked very directly.
"Classmate, who do you want to exchange your ticket No. 3291 for?"
The man with earrings choked.
The three companions beside him left him at the same time, their faces full of vigilance.
Several of them are from the same town, but go to college in different cities. This time they returned to their hometown to attend the wedding of a childhood friend.
We arrived at the station together yesterday evening and took the evening bus back to school.
When picking up the tickets, we looked at each other's tickets.
Later, they entered the station in this space. They were bored because their cell phones had no signal, so they took out their tickets and played a game to see who could bounce farther.
The three were still retreating. This guy knew that they were the two trains behind 3291.
"See? Your companions have all abandoned you."
The young man sighed: "We grew up together, but that's it. How pitiful."
The man with earrings looked at his three companions.
The two men and one woman avoided his sight.
"Your companions are all ignoring you. Who would be willing to swap with someone you don't know?"
Wen Qing saw him glance at the girls and knew what he was thinking: "You're not the most handsome among the group, so have some shame, ok?"
The man with the earrings turned pale and red: "Fuck you..."
Half a coin was stuffed into his open mouth.
"Idiot, you can change it if you want, rob it if you want, steal it if you want, and you actually asked this question. So, do you want the people on the train behind you to hold on to their tickets tightly and hide everywhere, and play hide-and-seek with you?"
While the boy was in a daze, the hipster pulled the coin out of his mouth and wiped the saliva on it on his clothes.
"Oh, it's going to be lively today."
The hipster looked around and kindly reminded, "Brothers and sisters from 3291, please control your expressions, as you are afraid that others will not know how panicked you are."
He smiled again: "Other trains, please be careful."
Everyone looked at him as if he were a monster.
This episode made the atmosphere in the station tense.
Some t57 and k1856 people showed each other their tickets to gain trust and become a united force.
Those with ulterior motives are waiting for an opportunity to act.
The red tickets are not real-name tickets and don’t have names on them. The ghost must want them to change them, that must be the case!
The man with earrings didn't want to die in this alien space like his brother who was hit by a train last night, so he wanted to go back.
His three companions were persuaded by him and decided to join him in snatching other people's tickets. They wanted to change to the same train.
This way we can take care of each other later.
Let’s go together.
No one expected that the man with the earrings died before the group even started to act in the afternoon.
His companions soon joined him.
Several more people died later.
The people who died this afternoon included not only passengers from train 3291, but also those from train t57 and the last train k1856.
This means that my analysis this morning was wrong.
There were other reasons why none of the four passengers on the first K32 flight were left behind.
The ghosts kill people not according to the order of departure of the trains.
The later the train you are on, the safer it is not necessarily.
There is no point in changing the ticket, you will die if you die.
The Japanese guy felt very guilty and he was questioning his life beside the glass railing on the second floor.
The apple-faced woman comforted him, "Brother Lin, they didn't kill each other for tickets because they listened to your opinion. They were killed by ghosts. It has nothing to do with you."
"Xiaoxiao, are you afraid?" Senior Brother Lin held her hand.
"I'm scared," Xiaoxiao took out her hand and forced a smile, "Of course I'm not afraid."
"What's the use of being afraid? We're all on the next bus. It's about four in the morning... It's almost time..."
Senior Brother Lin held her hand again and said firmly: "I will definitely take you away from here!"
Xiaoxiao couldn't break free, and a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes.
Chen Yang looked at them for a long time from a distance that was neither too far nor too close. They looked very compatible.
The man has feelings, but the woman has no intention.
Chen Yang casually went to look for the quarreling couple. They were sitting on a large suitcase, leaning against each other with their heads leaning against each other.
It doesn't look like 3291, it's most likely t57.
"These people who died must have seen the same thing or done the same thing."
Chen Yang tied up his loose shoelaces: "What could it be?"
An idea suddenly came to his mind, and he grabbed the boy next to him: "It seems that we have never seen each other's tickets."
Chao Jian: “Yeah.”
Chen Yang's breathing became rapid.
After the first death appeared last night, the train ticket was blown into the station and someone read out the train number, which was K32. At that time, Lao Li immediately took out his ticket and said, "He and I are on the same train."
Lao Li also asked if there was anyone else on that train.
If Chen Yang remembered correctly, after Old Li finished shouting, the bald man and the workers took out their tickets on the spot.
So the three of them formed a group.
"Chao Jian!"
Chen Yang excitedly shook his arm, and said to the boy quickly, "We will know what's going on soon!"
Just gather people together and ask a question.
Chen Yang immediately called everyone who was still alive over, including Wen Qing, Xiangdong and the others.
"I ask you."
Chen Yang's sneakers touched Chao Jian's crutches, and his eyes moved over everyone with observation: "From last night when we entered the mission world until now, have you not shown your train tickets to anyone else? Think about it carefully."
Everyone was confused, but they all thought about it carefully and nodded in unison.
Chen Yang's eyes widened when his speculation was confirmed. He swallowed and took a deep breath, "Then we can understand it this way. The person who died was because his ticket was seen by someone else."
“They violated the rules.”
Most of the people present looked at each other in bewilderment. They had been so panicked during this period that they had not thought about the tickets they had.
When others ask, they just talk about it verbally.
Now I feel confused and I just happened to escape from the gates of hell.
Chen Yang stopped talking after saying that. The blister was very painful and felt like it had grown a little bigger. He pulled Chao Jian to the VIP room and planned to lie down for a while.
By the way, read those two pornographic books.
Xiangdong discovered that Chen Yang and the others' destination was the VIP room, and he wanted to go there too. A petite woman walked in front of him, but was a little hesitant because of his fierce hormonal scent.
"Excuse me, if all those who violate the rules will be killed, why do people on the first train have to die before the people on the next train get their turn?"
The woman chose the wrong man. Xiangdong has always been rude to the opposite sex and always has a sour face.
"Did your brain get eaten by zombies? You can't even answer the easy questions."
Xiangdong held a cigarette between his legs and said impatiently, "It's obvious that when we clear out the violators, we'll do it in the order of their ticket information."
The woman shrank back into the crowd, and another person who was prettier than her came out and dared to look directly at Xiangdong. It was Xiaoxiao.
"Sir, since we have hidden our tickets and have not violated any rules, can we get on the train smoothly without dying?"
"That's a nice thought."
Xiangdong blew a puff of smoke at her: "I just escaped the first round."
Everyone's face turned pale.
The rule that “the ticket cannot be seen by others” was introduced after those people died.
If new rules are introduced next time, how many more people will die
Chen Yang's plan to search pornographic books to see if there was any information was not realized.
Can't see into it.
The person next to him had a pair of deep black eyes, and whether his gaze was on him or not, he had the illusion that he was leading a good student astray.
He could only wait until the person fell asleep before he could watch.
However, Chao Jian didn't want to sleep for the time being. He was in very good spirits and silently urged Chen Yang to read quickly, as if he was waiting for an academic exchange.
Chen Yang lied to him and said his eyes hurt, and asked him to go to the first floor with him.
Even though so many people died and their deaths looked horrific, the station did not seem eerie at all. The main reason was that all the lights were on and it was extremely bright.
Chen Yang followed Chao Jian closely.
I don’t know when the rules for the second round will be announced and what they will be.
Chen Yang met the mute in front of a small shop. The mute pointed to the back of his head with a concerned look and asked him how his burns were.
"Much better." Chen Yang lied.
The mute wrote a sticky note to him.
Bro, you're going to be fine.
At this moment, a baggage inspection machine suddenly made a sound, and the belt slowly turned along with the roller.
“Woo… woo…”
Chen Yang heard the noise and looked over. His back instantly felt numb. He grabbed Chao Jian's cane and said, "Let's not go over there. Let's stay here."
Chao Jian: "Loosen your grip, don't hold so tightly."
"Sorry." Chen Yang said this, but his hands held tighter, a habit he had just developed.
Chao Jian: “…”
Go back and put away these crutches and replace them with a pair that is easier to hold.
The sound of the rollers rose and fell, long and low.
Everybody gathered together.
"What's going on? Why is the security machine ringing?"
"Is there anyone coming in?"
Everyone looked towards the station entrance, which was dark.
No one came in.
The security machine was still rolling, but no luggage appeared.
"What are you doing?" Xiangdong exhaled a rough breath, bent down his strong body, and looked cautiously inside the lead curtain of the security machine.
In the empty darkness, nothing can be seen.
Just when everyone's hearts were about to drop, there was a sudden gasp.
The lead curtain of the security machine was opened and something came in!