Two white objects gradually emerged from under the security machine.
What is it? Everyone stared with wide eyes, extremely nervous.
"It seems that..."
"toilet paper?"
As the belt rolled, two bags of white toilet paper slipped out and piled on the ground.
This machine makes such a weird sound, is it just to deliver toilet paper
You can't be worried that they won't have toilet paper.
Although the possibility was almost zero, what they saw in front of them were indeed two bags of ordinary toilet paper, which were very familiar items in daily life. They were not scary things, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Someone walked closer, craned their neck to look, and read the information on the toilet paper bag.
"The big pack is xrou brand, family size, coreless toilet paper, 30 rolls."
Another person said: "The small package is xx brand, with a core, roll paper, 12 rolls."
Both are very popular brands.
There was no sign of relaxation on Chen Yang's face, because...
The security machine is still running.
Others were also staring, not daring to make a sound.
After a few minutes, two more objects came out of the security machine and the rolling gradually stopped.
It's shampoo and facial cleanser!
Those two items slid next to the toilet paper.
The shampoo is for men, the bottle is milky white, it has the functions of controlling oil, removing dandruff and relieving itching, and comes in a large bottle, 1000ml.
The facial cleanser is for women, the bottle is light pink, it has the function of hydrating and moisturizing, 120g.
This is the amount of information visible to the naked eye.
Everyone saw it, but no one touched it.
They also thought, what if the current rule is that anyone who doesn’t take it will die
Or must use it, or die if you don't? This doesn't seem like it.
Or, whoever has it when entering the mission will die? This possibility is greater.
The dozen or so people who had managed to survive the first round all suffered varying degrees of neurasthenia in this round.
There was a moment when I envied those who were dead and felt liberated.
Chen Yang chose to stay where he was.
"Does anyone of you have this shampoo in your luggage?"
Chen Yang asked again: "Who uses this facial cleanser?"
Everyone shook their heads.
Chen Yang said: "What about toilet paper? Are any of the two brands in use?"
Still shaking his head.
Chen Yang said something surprising: "I am using it."
"I have the one without the core," he said.
Everyone had different expressions.
Chen Yang was telling the truth. He did have two volumes in his backpack. He wanted to take the initiative to mention this and observe everyone's reactions to see if anyone would show a "lucky thing I'm not the only one" side of his mind.
As a result, it was disrupted by Xiangdong.
He drew everyone's attention away, and rushed towards Chen Yang with a few brisk steps, pointing at the family suit, with a serious face: "Which paper are you using?"
Chen Yang's plan was ruined, and he said in a hard tone: "There are also tissues, also of the same brand, the supermarket held an event, and I bought a lot."
Xiangdong: “…”
"Now these four fucking things have come out, whether the others are really useless or lying, I don't know, no matter, do whatever you want, but you used one of them, Chen Yang, you used it!" Xiangdong growled, wanting to bite him to death.
Chen Yang frowned: "Why are you shouting? Keep your voice down."
"The ticket was not seen because it just happened to be missed. It's normal that the toilet paper was not seen. How can it be such a coincidence every time?"
Xiangdong glared at him: "Let's not talk about the others, just me and the painter, and that Wenqing bastard, Old Man Feng, how come the four of us avoided them twice?"
"Good luck."
Chen Yang looked calm, but he was panicking inside: "Using it doesn't mean it's definitely against the rules. Maybe it's just the opposite?"
The hipster smelled the excitement and said, "Yeah, maybe all of us useless people will die soon, and only the handsome guy can survive."
But Chen Yang knew clearly in his heart that this would not be the outcome.
"Those four items may not be unrelated to the rules. They may just be misleading us."
Xiangdong deliberately contradicted him: "Isn't it misleading
"Based on the simple and rough style of the first round, it is very likely that whoever uses it will die this time. You have been caught. What are you going to do?"
Chen Yang picked up Chao Jian's crutch.
It's all been used up, time cannot be turned back.
If the rules for the second round are really like that, there is nothing he can do now.
Very passive.
If ghosts can be wiped out by rules, what can happen to humans
"If you die in the mission world, the real world will no longer exist. You know this, right?"
Xiangdong leaned close to Chen Yang's ear and breathed, "Hurry up and do it with me once, otherwise if you die suddenly, I won't even bother with your corpse..."
The cane swung towards him as fast as an afterimage, hitting him fiercely on the back of the head.
Xiangdong’s eyes went dark and he fell to the ground, fainting before he could even curse.
"Bang!"
The ground was covered with a layer of dust.
Wen Qing covered his head with his hands, smacking his mouth. When he touched the place where Xiangdong was hit, he felt a dull pain. He laughed and took half a step back.
The painter also stepped back.
Old man Feng covered his face with a newspaper.
Chen Yang stopped the boy from swinging his cane and quickly whispered, "You took the medicine in the early morning but didn't take it in the morning. Has the effect of the medicine worn off?"
"Take your hands away!" Chao Jian lowered his eyes, his voice extremely cold, filled with extreme impatience and annoyance.
Chen Yang subconsciously let go.
Chao Jian put away his cane and left the hall.
"It's okay. We quarreled at the head of the bed and made peace at the foot of the bed."
Wen Qing patted Chen Yang's shoulder and muttered, "Oh, there's no bed here either."
Chen Yang didn't hear clearly. His mind was flashing with thoughts, as if the antenna of an old TV had been pulled and it could no longer receive any channels.
Why did you get angry for no reason? Are you complaining that Xiangdong is too noisy
Or do you think Xiangdong is too ugly
Even he was implicated, no one cared about him as the person marked by the ghost.
It was clearly agreed that the yang energy was for him.
Chen Yang's thoughts were still flickering irregularly. The young man, who had only taken a few steps, turned back and stood in front of him, leaning over with his crutches.
"You want to die?"
Chen Yang was enveloped by an eerie aura and stood aside uncomfortably.
The voice above my head was somehow even colder: "Why don't you follow me closely?"
Chen Yang was interrupted when he was about to explain.
"I've told you so many times, but you're just like that ugly guy on the ground, you never learn your lesson."
Chao Jian's hand holding the cane trembled slightly, and his heavy and dangerous breath was full of restraint: "You want to be beaten too."
Chen Yang shook his head without thinking, he had never experienced how painful it was to be hit with a cane, but it was obvious that just hearing the sound of it hitting flesh was enough to terrify people.
"I think you're angry and want to be alone for a while. You don't want me to follow you."
Chen Yang cared about this partner, and he tried his best to resolve this sudden dispute: "I can hear your tone that you are annoyed with me."
"It seems I heard it wrong. Fortunately, nothing happened. Otherwise, the ghost would have attacked me when we were separated. I would be dead now."
"I still have a long memory and I value my life. If you can't control your emotions again in the future, I will ask you clearly."
No response.
The suppressed and irritable aura faded a little.
Chen Yang knew that the storm would finally subside, so he said, "I want to go to the bathroom. Come with me. We can talk about other things later."
Amid the tapping sound of the cane, there was a vague voice saying, "It's not directed at you."
Chen Yang slowed down his pace. He could understand a teenager who had to rely on drugs to control his emotions, had an unstable temperament and mood swings, and sometimes even did some inexplicable things.
"I'm a few years older than you. If you want, you can call me brother."
Chao Jian paused.
Chen Yang also stopped. He felt weird and embarrassed, not knowing why he blurted out those words.
It seemed like it had been hanging on my lips for a long time, and I let it slip out without noticing.
"Brother?" Chao Jian's lips moved slightly, as if smiling.
Chen Yang's face twitched. If he didn't want to scream, then he wouldn't. Why did he have that expression
Chao Jian instantly regained his indifference: "Let's go."
"What's so good about being a partner? It's more fun to play by yourself."
The hipster complained at the two people's backs.
Old Feng looked at the newcomers heading in that direction, his white beard trembling, "Xiao Wen, just be envious."
"I envy you?"
The young man laughed out loud when he heard the joke: "Partnership is just a nice word, idealistic, but in reality, they don't need help from each other in small dangers, and they can't help in big dangers, so they just save their own lives."
"This is not the end. It is usually the partners who stab people in the back. I have seen this many times."
Mr. Feng disagreed with his negative thoughts: "There are also those who share life and death."
"Sharing life and death? What the hell?" The young man raised his chin towards the long-haired man. "Painter, have you ever seen one?"
The painter adjusted his coat and said, “I haven’t seen it before.”
"Old man, Mr. Feng, did you hear me?"
The hipster laughed a few times, and the next second he was like a balloon that had been popped, with no interest at all. He lowered his head and played with the coin for a while, then pointed at the security machine: "What about the toilet paper and shampoo? Just put them there?"
Others looked over as well.
Mr. Feng said, "Wait a little longer. Maybe the security machine will produce something else."
Wen Qingti was still dazed, so he took the opportunity to avenge the beating he received in the morning: "What about the lunatic on the ground?"
"I'll do it."
The painter slowly put on disposable gloves, grabbed one of Xiangdong's legs, and dragged him away.
There is no change outside or inside the station, you can only tell it by the time: morning, noon, or evening.
When it was time for dinner, everyone went to find something to eat, and after eating they returned to the second floor and stayed in the first waiting room after the escalator.
Now I don’t know who will be on each of the three trains.
Don't show it to others, don't tell anyone, keep it a secret.
Train 3291 leaves at 4:10 a.m., and you need to wait in the fifth waiting room opposite the ninth waiting room.
We'll see who'll go there then.
See if they die or not.
This may help us to infer what is going on with those things in the security check machines.
In the VIP room, Chen Yang was reading a book while smelling the braised meat on his clothes. He turned each page very slowly, as if he was preparing for an exam.
“There is no publication date.”
Chen Yang said to himself: "Judging from the feel of the book, it should be quite old, and the posture is also very traditional."
A voice sounded beside him: "You know a lot about it?"
Chen Yang said without hesitation: "I have seen action movies more or less."
After he finished speaking, he quickly closed the book and turned to look at the boy who had woken up at some point.
"Not going to sleep anymore?"
Chao Jian tilted her head and looked at him, as if to say, whether I sleep or not has anything to do with your reading
Chen Yang laughed dryly.
"Now that you're awake, let's talk about Lao Li. He said at the time that it would be your turn soon, and you would all be like me."
Chen Yang changed the subject abruptly: "What do you mean? They will all die?"
Chao Jian unwrapped the milk slices and said, "Go home."
"Go home? Didn't he go home? He didn't even go home after he died..."
Chen Yang was shocked: "He thinks he can?"
If this were true, the scene of Lao Li waving his hand would not be scary, but tragic instead.
Chen Yang touched the corner of the book and smoothed the curled edge: "Did Lao Li tell us that at the time? Or did he tell the ghosts who died at the station and couldn't get on the train?"
Chao Jian: "Maybe both."
Chen Yang added: "So he knew he was a ghost a long time ago? I didn't realize it when I talked to him in the waiting room."
Chao Jian said: "He must have forgotten that he was dead, and only remembered it after passing the ticket gate."
Chen Yang shuddered.
Old Li was running towards the platform in a hurry, but suddenly stopped and looked back!
"He asked us to go to the newsstand, definitely not to collect his body." Chen Yang felt a little cold on his neck. "I can't figure out what he wants to tell us through the uniforms. What do you think?"
Chao Jian raised his hand and pointed to his temple: "What is this?"
Chen Yang said: "Head."
Chao Jian asked again: "How many?"
Chen Yang: “One.”
Chao Jian pushed the milk tablet into his mouth: "Not very long?"
Chen Yang shook his head.
Chao Jian threw the milk tablet packaging bag into his arms: "Then how can I know everything?"
Chen Yang: “…”
For some reason I feel like I'm a vicious parent who wants his child to get full marks in every subject and is trying to force him to death.
"Let's discuss it." Chen Yang still wanted to hear the boy's opinion.
Chao Jian leaned back in the leather chair and said, "Old Li's matter is in the past. Let's put it aside. Everything you want to know will come out later."
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to wait until then.”
Chen Yang took out the roll of toilet paper from his backpack and had used one third of it.
He took the paper from Jian, pulled off a piece, and wiped his hands slowly.
Chen Yang stared blankly.
"you… "
Chen Yang stood up, snatched the paper and threw it into the leather chair, pacing back and forth in front of Chao Jian angrily: "If I really broke the rules, you could still help me. Now, I'll kill you all. You're just making trouble."
Chao Jian said nothing.
Chen Yang punched the cotton, but there was no sound, only a breath of air that was blocked in his chest, making him feel uncomfortable. He sat back and opened the book to find the 2.0 version of Xiangdong's move.
The fragile paper trembled.
Chen Yang's gaze, which was randomly scanning the pages of the book, suddenly froze.
There are words!
"Chao Jian, look."
Chen Yang put aside the boy's self-willed and reckless behavior and pulled his sleeve, his voice trembling with excitement: "Look here."
The excitement of finding the clue did not spread to Chao Jian. He said very coldly: "You can't see it. You are sitting too far away."
Chen Yang quickly took the book and sat over, his legs next to his legs: "Can you see it now?"
He lowered his head and moved closer to Jian.
"The pen seems to be out of ink. I took many strokes to write the characters, but they are not neat and tidy, like weeds. I crossed them out after I finished writing." Chen Yang also leaned forward, "I can't make it out clearly. Can you recognize what it is?"
The more you try to see clearly, the blurrier it becomes.
Chao Jian half-closed his eyes, placed his index finger on the scribbled area, and rubbed each word with his clean fingertips.
Chen Yang's eyes followed the movement of his fingers.
Tracing the traces left on the paper is like a blind person learning to read.
After a moment, Chao Jian withdrew his hand, reached for the toilet paper behind Chen Yang's butt, and wiped the finger several times.
"I can't go back," he said.
Chen Yang didn't understand for a moment: "What?"
"Words." Chao Jian pressed his eyes, a hint of fatigue appearing between his brows.
Chen Yang looked at the scratches according to the five words, but they still didn't match. He gave up and turned the book back, but didn't find any more words, nor did he find any in the other book.
Just one sentence.
Chen Yang took a picture with his phone and said, "Who could have left this?"
"It doesn't look like something Lao Li could write."
Chao Jian said, "Tear off that page, don't take the book with you, just put it anywhere."
Chen Yang did as he was told without further ado.
Chao Jian said casually, "The book is full of actions. You've been flipping through it for a long time, but there's no reaction at all?"
Chen Yang's action of putting away his phone was stuck for a moment. He cleared his throat and said calmly and firmly: "I am a normal man. The lack of reaction is not a problem with me. It's the situation that affected my performance."
Chao Jian: “…”
"You are not like me at your age, you are full of energy and passion."
Chen Yang calmly counterattacked: "When you were identifying the characters just now, you even touched them. Why are you so quiet?"
He spat out a few words from Jian's mouth: "Too ugly, no feeling."
Chen Yang was stunned by his concise answer: "Some of the drawings are pretty good."
Chao Jian glared at him: "You have such a bad taste."
Chen Yang: “…”.
"Where did you find these two yellow books at the newsstand in the west?"
Chen Yang remembered that this person didn't move around much after he went in that morning. It was impossible for him to go there alone at other times. They were always together.
“Not a newsagent.”
The boy's answer was unexpected. Chen Yang's mind raced: "Is it at the bookstall outside the ninth waiting room?"
Chao Jian did not deny it.
"I didn't find it even though I was rummaging around last night."
Chen Yang said to himself: "You took it away before I looked for it."
"Your hands are really fast." While he was speaking, he glanced at the hand on his leg, which had very long finger bones.
Chao Jian seemed not to notice it. He raised his hands a little, and his ten fingers touched each other from time to time.
Chen Yang was so engrossed in reading that his mind was still racing. He found the copy with Xiangdong at the newsstand, but these two were not his.
So, there are other places
That's normal, private goods are sold at bookstalls.
Those who know the business can just give a secret code.
However, there are so many newspapers, magazines and books, why write on it, and write such a depressing and desperate sentence.
In what context was it written
"Eat less."
Chen Yang came back to his senses a little, and said something to the boy who was unpacking the milk slices again, with a hint of nagging in his voice, but he didn't notice. After he finished speaking, he took out his cell phone and flipped through the postcards he had taken at the newsstand in the west.
There were many photos, each of which was a close-up.
The postcards do not feature any people or pets, but are simply the scenery of Qingcheng.
Chen Yang adjusted his mindset and flipped through the photos attentively. When he found something, he swiped his fingertips, went back to the previous photo, and enlarged it.
"handsome guy!"
Wen Qing's voice suddenly came from outside: "Someone is going to die!"
Chen Yang's thoughts were broken. He locked his phone unhappily and asked, "What?"
"Let's go out and take a look." Wen Qing ate his food, smacking his lips as he spoke, "Our poor uncles, they didn't even dare to fight back after being beaten, it was horrible to watch."
Chen Yang gave the crutches to the boy.
Chao Jian stood up with crutches: "Mind your own business."
"Sun Yixing reminded me of a patient who used to sleep next to me. He had a similar personality. He would give me the books he had read and talk to me about the things in the books. He was very knowledgeable. He committed suicide the night before he was discharged from the hospital. No one knew what he was thinking."
Chen Yang sighed: "No more talking, let's go."
The corner opposite the escalator is very noisy.
When Chen Yang listened to the noise and went over, he not only saw the couple, but also the fellow apprentices who were merciless.
Sun Yixing was curled up in a corner, his clothes covered with shoe prints, his hands holding the briefcase were blue and red, he was sobbing very softly, not daring to cry out loudly.
Chen Yang called out, "Mr. Sun?"
Sun Yixing moved his head while hiding behind the briefcase, and his thin body trembled.
Chen Yang went to pull him: "How is it?"
Sun Yixing reached for the glasses at his feet and put them on. The lenses shattered into a spider web, and the world fell apart. The faces in front of him looked as if they were cut by a knife. It took him a long time to focus on the first person who walked towards him.
"Can we go?" Chen Yang frowned.
The man's pale face was covered with tear marks, his red and swollen eyes drooped behind his glasses, and his lips, which were broken and bleeding, moved a little: "Can... Thank you..."
Chen Yang helped him up and turned to look at the Japanese brother.
Senior Brother Lin recalled that he had looked at him the same way in the morning, with a look of recognition and seriousness in his eyes that made him unable to resist the urge to respond.
Senior Brother Lin did the same thing in the morning, and this time was no exception.
"My junior sister and I were going to the first floor to see if we could find anything, and we ran into these two on the escalator."
Senior Brother Lin pointed at the couple who were trying to escape, and moved his finger to the woman: "This lady, last night she yelled at my junior sister without any reason, and she did the same thing just now, speaking harshly and unreasonably. I wanted to take my junior sister downstairs, but she stopped me."
Chen Yang's eyes moved among the four people, focusing on the couple who were about to quarrel again.
The man's hair was greasy and he looked unkempt.
The woman was petite, and physically a perfect match for him, but now there was none of the tenderness and affection she had in the book room, only sarcasm and harshness.
They were the ones who caused the quarrel in the hallway last night.
The reason was that the man looked at the opposite sex twice more, and he didn't expect that the opposite sex was Xiaoxiao.
Chen Yang was still thinking at the time that maybe the man’s eyes revealed something and his girlfriend did not choose to swallow her anger.
He secretly paid attention to it now and found that it was true.
Within a few breaths, the man glanced at Xiaoxiao twice.
Maybe it was because his girlfriend was too noisy, and now he didn't know whether she would live or die, so he was emotionally broken. He felt that it would be better if the person he liked was quiet and gentle.
The fact that they can still make up after the quarrel shows that he has not completely given up on his feelings for his girlfriend.
He just wanted better.
Those who have never eaten it always feel that it tastes better than the one in their own bowl.
Girls are very delicate. When the petite woman found out that her boyfriend had improper thoughts and she couldn't control him, she directed her anger at the person who led him astray.
"Why should I stop you? Don't you have any points?"
The short woman glared at Xiao Xiao with disgust and said sarcastically, "It's not enough to have a licker by your side, you also want to hook up with other people's boyfriends. This really opens my eyes."
The color on Xiaoxiao's face faded a little, and she was too embarrassed to speak.
Senior Brother Lin was about to lose his temper when a voice full of amusement interrupted him: "This is not right."
The young man looked at the petite woman with a look of excitement: "Madam, your boyfriend is not very good-looking. His hair is so oily that you can pull out a bowl of stir-fried vegetables, and the remaining hair can be used to make a soup. Did you wash your hair before coming to the station yesterday? The hair on the top and sides of your head is a little thin, and it looks like he has seborrheic alopecia..."
"Oh, that's too far away."
He raised his thumb and glanced at Xiaoxiao: "This lady's senior brother is very handsome, but she doesn't like him. Why would she hook up with your boyfriend? I don't quite understand this logic. Can you explain it to me?"
There were several women among the onlookers, and they all looked at the petite woman with contempt.
Your senior brother’s face, temperament, conversation, and clothing are all very good, but you don’t even look at the character of your boyfriend.
How dare you make trouble.
It is obvious that her boyfriend is a toad who wants to eat swan meat.
It's really embarrassing.
If they were like that, they would beat their men till they were left with a mess, and then go their separate ways.
The petite woman was so angry that she was shaking all over. Her boyfriend played dead and refused to help her. She pinched his back and twisted it tightly, sneering sarcastically: "Some women just like to be remembered by others, so as to satisfy their vanity!"
Xiaoxiao's face turned even paler.
Senior Brother Lin looked at her worriedly and cursed, "Shrew."
"Who are you calling a shrew?"
The little woman stopped twisting her man and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Who are you calling a bitch? Say it again!"
Senior Brother Lin ignored him and continued to say to Chen Yang: "The lady and her boyfriend started arguing later."
He pointed at Sun Yihang and said, "This gentleman came out of the first waiting room and passed by here when he was grabbed by his girlfriend and dragged to the wall and beaten. Really, I am sure he did not provoke them. He did not say a word or look at them. He just suffered an unexpected disaster."
"When I tried to stop her, the lady tried to tear my sister's hair. There were other people around, and they..."
Senior Brother Lin paused and said nothing further.
Chen Yang didn't look at the evasive looks from the onlookers. He looked at the greasy-haired man: "He hit people for no reason."
The greasy-haired man's expression changed again and again.
He and his girlfriend were taking T57 and were about to take the next bus.
They were originally glad that their train was at the back, which meant they were safer than many others and had a greater chance of getting out alive.
Now he would rather be the next flight 3291.
Because he was wrong. In fact, if the train is later, you will have to stay in the station for a longer time, and you will have to face more rules and it will be more dangerous.
The greasy-haired man's mental state is very unstable, sometimes good and sometimes bad. His girlfriend does not comfort his anxiety and panic, but instead keeps harping on trivial matters. What's the harm if he just looks at her a few more times and thinks a little about it
This is a different dimension, they still have to wait for the bus, and he won't really do anything.
But she just wanted to quarrel.
The greasy-haired guy is annoyed by everything he sees and he wants to vent.
Just when he couldn't control himself and was about to slap his girlfriend, the man with the hunchback appeared.
The greasy-haired man kicked him without thinking.
When he sobered up, the greasy-haired man simply stopped but did not regret it.
This kind of cowardly and incompetent person is blamed by his parents at home, beaten and scolded by classmates at school, and bullied by colleagues at work. He dares not even fart.
Besides, he didn’t hit me very hard, just kicked me a few times.
The greasy-haired man didn't say a word for a long time. He didn't want to explain to these people, let alone try to win their favor.
Anyway, we don’t know each other in real life, and we won’t help each other at the station. We are all waiting for the bus on our own. There is nothing to say.
The greasy-haired man didn't know that some people liked to observe his words and expressions and peek into his dark side through his changing facial expressions.
Including the onlookers who have not yet evacuated.
It’s none of your business since we are not related to you, so it’s better to keep your nose to the grindstone than to get involved.
They even looked down on the person who was beaten, a man with hands and feet, who insisted on submitting to it.
Isn't this what you asked for
Otherwise, why didn't others get beaten, but only he got beaten
Victim blaming theory.
There are many such bystanders in society. Chen Yang has seen many such thoughts, and his heart is not much moved. He just wants to complete the task quickly and go back.
After the first round, only fifteen people were left out of the twenty-six.
Some survived entirely by luck, some were cautious, in short, none of them are dead now.
But fifteen people produced too much negative energy.
The episode ended with the greasy-haired man apologizing to his girlfriend.
The greasy-haired man glanced at Xiaoxiao before leaving.
Senior Brother Lin grabbed Xiaoxiao's arm and tightened it unconsciously: "Don't be alone before the ticket check. It's not safe to be alone."
"I'll be fine."
Xiaoxiao was strangled by him and felt pain: "Brother Lin, please let me go."
Senior Brother Lin hurriedly took his hand away: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just..."
Xiaoxiao interrupted him: "I'm a little tired."
"Then go sit in the waiting room." Seeing that Chen Yang had nothing to say, Senior Brother Lin took Xiaoxiao away.
Chen Yang turned his head and found that Sun Yihang was gone: "Where is he?"
"When stray dogs are injured, they will find a place to hide and lick their wounds."
Wen Qing changed the subject: "Even if I tell you, you still won't understand. You grew up in the bright sunshine. You were a big shot in school. You can play ball and flirt with girls. You're the focus wherever you go. It's the same now that you've entered society. How can you have a wound? I'm talking to a cow."
As a person who was seriously injured and in a coma for two or three years, endured difficult rehabilitation treatment for more than half a year, and was discharged from the hospital less than two days ago, Chen Yang had nothing to say.
Life is so long, everyone has been hurt.
"Handsome guy, I'm curious, how did you become partners with Can..." Wen Qing changed the subject, "Li Mao."
Chen Yang looked confused: "Chestnut hair?"
Wen Qing pointed at Chao Jian: "Chestnut hair, chestnut hair."
Chen Yang: “…”
He raised his cane toward Jian.
Wen Qing left immediately, his face still bruised and swollen.
Chen Yang glanced at the boy's hair. It was clean and refreshing, and it looked like it had just been dyed, and black hair had not yet grown out.
"The color you dyed it looks pretty good."
Chao Jian said nothing.
Chen Yang actually wanted to say that he liked dyeing his hair for a few years in the past. He forgot at what age, but he only remembered that this color was the most common.
Unfortunately, the only audience member at the scene spoke very little and the topic was not lively.
Chen Yang recalled the scene when he first heard the boy speak. On the boat, he wanted to pee, so he turned himself around. His pronunciation was unnatural, like an old gear, and there was a smell of rust between the lines.
Somehow, at this moment, Chen Yang expressed his thoughts at that time.
"Have you not spoken in a long time?"
Chao Jian didn't respond. He took two pills.
The third time today.
Just as Chen Yang was about to ask the boy why he ate so much, he heard a burst of crisp laughter.
"Are there any children at the station?"
His face changed drastically after he asked the question.
No!
None of the taskers brought children with them!
Chen Yang knew where the laughter came from, but he didn't dare to look. He faced the boy motionlessly, his lips trembling slightly due to loss of blood.
Female ghosts are scarier than male ghosts.
The little one is the sum of them all!
"A pregnant woman died at the station five years ago." Chao Jian leaned close to his ear and whispered.
Chen Yang's whole body stiffened.
“Woo… woolaah… woooo…”
A toy car came rumbling over, accompanied by extremely muffled music.
The toy car stopped behind Chen Yang.
A chill surged up from the soles of Chen Yang's feet, rushed to his heart, and spread out. He held his breath and stood still, with goose bumps all over his back.
In Chen Yang's peripheral vision, something was running towards him from behind.
It is in human form, without skin.
A bloody mess.
Chen Yang's heart stopped beating. He thought idiotically that if it was a pregnant woman, it meant that the baby was still in her belly and had not been born yet.
Now it's grown, but the skin hasn't grown.
Chen Yang planned to pretend that he saw nothing.
At this time, a resentful voice sounded from behind: "Big brother, you are blocking my way, my car can't pass."
Chen Yang suddenly closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry."
He wanted to move aside, but he couldn't move his feet.
A hand grabbed his waist and pulled him aside.
After a while, Chen Yang opened his eyes only after he was sure that the evil spirit had disappeared. His forehead was wet with cold sweat and was shining with water.
"You still don't see anything?"
He shook his head at Jane.
Chen Yang's face was pale: "Old Li is a special case. Everyone saw it. The lighter ghost wanted something from me. Why could I see the child?"
"It has something to do with your mark."
Chao Jian said: "As time goes by, it will make you smell the same kind of aura."
Chen Yang understood that his Yin energy was too strong and his Yang energy was too weak, but he was still busy looking for clues at this time.
"Then can I get information from ghosts?"
Throw cold water on Jian: "They won't tell you. Even the dead have something to be afraid of."
Chen Yang was immediately deflated.
The only benefit of encountering a ghost will not come true, only harm will befall you.
Then how can he comfort himself and find joy in suffering
Chen Yang thought of the mark and said to Chao Jian, "Please pat the blister on the back of my head so I can see it."
Chao Jian: "Are you sure?"
Chen Yang nodded.
Chao Jian pointed at the trash can with his cane: "Go over there."
He said to Chen Yang's confusion: "You will vomit."
Chen Yang didn't take it seriously, thinking that the boy was overthinking: "No, it's just my own head, it won't matter what it looks like."
However…
A slap in the face.
I vomited so much that my heart was broken.
Chen Yang only touched the blister when he was scalded in the morning. It was very soft and thin. He never touched it again after that.
Based on the pain, he guessed it was about the size of half a nickel.
I never thought it was bigger than a one-dollar coin.
It is growing and rotting.
"So disgusting." Chen Yang took a few sips of mineral water and rinsed his mouth. "Is that the dark gray circle around the blister the mark?"
Chao Jian said, "It was just light gray in the morning."
Chen Yang said "Oh" dryly: "It will automatically darken the color. Take me away when it's completely black."
Chao Jian frowned: "I can't take you away."
Chen Yang was stunned. If someone else said this to him, he would not believe it. This person said that he couldn't help but believe it.
"Don't apply the ointment. It's useless even if you apply it. It's the work of the devil."
"You are burned and marked." Chao Jian said, "Ointment can relieve your burns."
Chen Yang was surprised and asked, "So every time I feel pain, it's not because of the burn, but because of the mark?"
Chao Jian: “Yeah.”
Chen Yang took a deep breath. Mr. Feng's words "very dangerous" echoed in his ears. He slowly screwed on the cap of the mineral water bottle.
I don't expect to be alive and kicking, as long as my arms and legs are still there, I just hope I can hold on until I die.
3291 was a little after 4am on the 17th.
It's the second bus, and the outcome is still unknown. The atmosphere is still tense, but not to the level when the first bus was about to arrive.
The further you go, the calmer you become.
The security machine never sounded again, and no one touched the four items.
The station was quiet.
It was still early for train 3291 to depart, so Xiangdong and his friends were searching for newspapers and magazines on the second floor.
Except for the ninth waiting room which was located outside and was searched, the other eight waiting rooms were occupied.
Among the fifteen people, fourteen were divided into pairs, and the painter acted alone.
Be faster.
Originally, the others wanted to stay in front of a newsstand like they did last night and were unwilling to disperse.
They felt it was unsafe for two people to share a waiting room, as they were afraid they wouldn't be able to escape when the ghost came.
Xiangdong dismissed them with one sentence, "If the ghost wants to kill people, even if you all huddle together, you will still wet your pants and wait for death."
They were all newcomers, and their legs were gradually steady after they started to stagger.
Even if the group consciousness is weak, at least we should have the awareness that "I have my ID card in my pocket and I am doing my mission."
Some have none at all.
Some have, but are still hoping for a miracle.
If Chen Yang had not introduced the rules in the afternoon and revealed them to the public in a timely manner, there would not be fifteen people alive now, and there would be people who would violate the rules.
Temporary luck is not lasting luck.
The result is that not only did they not even say thank you, but they also did nothing. They just hid here and there, using the excuse of "I'm afraid", waiting for others to find the rules and tell them.
Damn it, is there such a good thing? Dream on!
If Xiangdong hadn't wanted to get himself killed by interfering with the rules, he would have been unable to resist dealing with those people.
Chen Yang was sitting next to the newsstand in the fourth waiting room. He didn't search for those publications, but just stared at his phone in a daze.
Chao Jian didn't care. He just put the newspaper aside after reading it, moving slowly.
The atmosphere around was inappropriately warm.
"It's so long..."
Chen Yang gestured with his hands at something on his phone, muttering to himself, "This long."
Chao Jian said nothing and continued reading.
The fifth waiting room next door is where Xiaoxiao and Senior Brother Lin are.
"Xiaoxiao, I can come alone, you can eat something and rest for a while."
Senior Brother Lin threw the book he had just read on the ground and changed it: "We still have eight hours, it's still early."
"I'm not hungry, and I don't need to rest."
Xiaoxiao sat on the chair opposite him, her eyes fixed on the children's book spread across her legs, and she dozed off shortly after she finished speaking.
In a daze, Xiaoxiao felt someone licking her face.
Keep licking, it’s wet.
There seemed to be saliva on her face. Xiaoxiao wiped it, but there was still a lot of saliva. The man kept licking it. She woke up in shock.
The place where the touch of the tongue remains is dry, without any moisture, it was just a dream.
Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief.
I had just turned a page of the children's book on my lap when a shrill scream came from the first waiting room.
"ah-"
It was the little woman, screaming in panic, "Help! Help! Help! Help! Ahhh!"
The petite woman's boyfriend died.
When she found him, he had been dead for a while and there was no tongue in his mouth.