The time was postponed to one hour ago.
Everyone split into teams, and the couple went to the first waiting room.
The little woman flipped the pages of the books and magazines on the newsstand loudly on purpose.
The greasy-haired man did not argue with her as usual, asking her if she was sick, nor did he try to coax her or kiss her. He just sat a few chairs away and browsed his phone.
The two were still in a cold war because of the previous episode, and were doing their own things.
No one pays attention to anyone.
After more than ten or twenty minutes, the greasy-haired man dragged the big suitcase over, put his arms on it, and buried his head in it.
The petite woman was still very angry, but gradually no one talked to her and she felt the waiting room was eerie.
Only then did her sensibility weaken a little and her rationality rise a little.
Emotions such as fear and anxiety have returned.
The petite woman made up an excuse to call her boyfriend and asked him to give her the coat from the suitcase.
The boyfriend didn't respond.
She thought he was fast asleep, so she raised her voice and called out several times, but there was still no response.
The petite woman began to think that her boyfriend had not slept with her at all, and that he was just pretending and deliberately ignoring her. Her emotional value skyrocketed several times uncontrollably, and her rationality was crushed to nothing.
There is no chance of revival.
The woman cursed with dirty words and sobbing voice, dragging out her boyfriend's ancestors and cursing them one by one. When her monologue was over, she cried and said, "Let's break up."
"Really? A big fight every three days, and a few small fights every day, is this still called a relationship?"
"When we were in college, we never lived like this. You changed after graduation and you don't like anything about me. Think about it. It's only been a while. We graduated in July last year and it's March of the following year now, just over half a year. Do you remember how many times we quarreled? You only remember your fucking game!"
"There's a saying that's true. When two people are together, there's always a moment when they want to kill each other. When I see you staying up late playing games, and even asking for leave from the company to play games at home, I think you might as well die."
"I'm tired. Every time we quarrel, no matter what the reason is, I'm the first to admit my fault. You take the opportunity to coax me and I think it's really because of your personality that you're like that. You love me in your heart. We can definitely get married and have children. We can definitely be together forever. I'm also a bitch."
"This time it was that girl, last time it was your high school classmate. You always have your reasons. As long as you didn't have sex, you're not wrong. I'm the one making a fuss, looking for trouble, what a psycho."
"I'm going crazy, you've done it to me. You're just used to using me, you don't care about me at all. A friend in need is a friend indeed. Fuck you!"
"What's going on now? You can't even control your lower body. You have the nerve to hit that old man. You're not as good as him. With your lifestyle, you'll be fat and bald when you're his age. Why do you look down on him?"
"You're always just smooth talk."
"I don't have any hope anymore. Life or death is my fate. I'll die here, and I accept it."
"Let's break up. I've had enough. I won't wait to go back. I'll break up now. Break up immediately."
The waiting room fell into silence for a moment, and then the woman screamed frantically: "Did you hear me say we should break up? Are you dead? Ah!"
The boyfriend was still lying on the suitcase and couldn't get up, so the woman went over and pushed him very hard.
He fell to the ground lifeless, his mouth wide open.
There is no tongue in it.
This is how the current scene came about.
The petite woman cannot accept reality. Due to her personality, she is always procrastinating and has never been decisive in relationships.
She just said the word "break up" on impulse, just like she had said it countless times before. The moment she said it, she had already lost her courage and didn't really mean it.
As long as my boyfriend coaxes me, it will pass.
Then they try their best to get on the bus alive and leave here, return to the real world, and continue to live their lives in harmony.
Mental infidelity and playing games, these two points will still be brought up in future quarrels.
There is no such thing as no quarrel.
If you change someone, you have to spend time to understand and manage it from scratch. But people's hearts are still different. You won't know whether the person next to you is a human or a dog until the moment of life and death. So it's unreliable. It's better to make do with it.
Now that her boyfriend is dead, how can she face this
"It's all because of you!"
The woman glared at Xiangdong resentfully and said hysterically: "It was you who separated us, otherwise my boyfriend wouldn't have died!"
Xiangdong was too lazy to give her a look, and didn't even want to swear: "Violations are violations, why are you talking so much?"
"Impossible! It can't be a violation. It's impossible."
The woman was mentally disturbed and babbling incoherently: "We are on the T57 train, which is on the afternoon of the 18th. The 3291 train is ahead of us. How come it is our turn? It is not our turn. If we have to die, we will be on the 3291 train."
The young man blew a bubble: "Obviously, ma'am, none of 3291 violated the rules, so,"
He rolled the gum in his mouth to the side of his cheek, made a "whoosh" sound, and jumped out from where he was: "Just like this, I jumped over."
The atmosphere became subtle.
The woman was unable to react and just stood there stupidly.
"If you don't understand, I can explain and demonstrate it again, but more than that won't work."
Wen Qing said apologetically, "I will be annoying, please forgive me."
Everyone: “…”
Pretentious, dramatic, perverted.
Chen Yang coughed a few times because his throat was dry and itchy.
The voice brought the woman back from her dejected state. She looked at Chen Yang with distracted eyes, and slowly remembered something. Her blank mind suddenly began to rumble.
"Didn't you say you used the toilet paper that was delivered by the security machine downstairs?"
The woman's grief and despair all found an outlet. She cursed Chen Yang viciously: "You were the only one who used it. You are the one who violated the rules. Why didn't you die?"
Chen Yang didn't take this sentence seriously, but the metal crutch passed by.
The fast one, Xiangdong, who was incarnated as the old hen, was one step late.
The cane came hitting her with horrific brutality. The woman instinctively screamed and dodged. She collapsed to the ground with trembling hands and feet. She sat there for a while with disheveled hair, then crawled towards her boyfriend's body.
However, when her hand was about to touch it, instinct took control of her body again. She shrank back, her red eyes widened with unconcealable fear.
Or maybe you feel that you shouldn’t be like this, because that’s the person you’ve been dating for more than four years, and you shouldn’t be afraid even if he or she dies.
But she couldn't resist her instinct.
Then I thought about how they were all together at the station, and if he violated the rules, maybe she did too.
Not knowing when she would die, the woman covered her face and cried bitterly.
As she cried, she let out a shrill cry of collapse.
“Ahh—”
Among the people around, only Wen Qing narrowed his eyes and stared straight at him.
Whenever he sees others helpless and desperate, a strange smile appears on his ordinary face.
Just like now.
Nothing seemed more interesting than that.
Life has been sublimated.
So he likes the mission world very much, because it can satisfy everything he wants.
Chen Yang picked up the cane, wiped it, and handed it to the low-pressure boy. He asked the others, "Who are the people in 3291?"
There was no sound in the waiting room.
After a minute or two, Senior Brother Lin at the end of the crowd raised his hand: "My Junior Sister and I are."
Chen Yang glanced at the Japanese brother’s junior sister. He didn’t know what was wrong with her. She was in a very bad state and kept wiping her face.
It's already rubbed very red.
She was still rubbing it, as if she was trying to change her skin.
Xiaoxiao didn't notice Chen Yang's gaze. She dry-heaved a few times and suddenly vomited.
"Ugh..."
Then he vomited a large amount of undigested food, and then he vomited acid water.
Everyone was shocked.
"What's wrong? Why are you vomiting like this?"
If they didn't know that 3291 didn't violate any rules, they would have run away long ago after seeing Xiaoxiao vomiting like that.
Senior Brother Lin patted Xiaoxiao on the back and explained, "My junior sister has a stomachache."
Xiaoxiao wiped off the hair that was stuck to her mouth and pleaded with Senior Brother Lin: "Quick, take me away..."
Senior Brother Lin quickly helped her out of the fifth waiting room.
As soon as she got out, Xiaoxiao's vomiting reaction was alleviated. She pushed Brother Lin away and walked towards the first waiting room, leaning against the wall.
Senior Brother Lin placed his hands behind her, supporting her lightly, "What's wrong?"
Xiaoxiao shook her head.
Senior Brother Lin's eyes showed frustration: "Xiaoxiao, I know you don't like to rely on others, but the situation is special now. This is not the real world. You don't have to be too strong. Tell me if you have anything. Although I am not a very capable person, I can at least give you some advice and I will not harm you."
Xiaoxiao, who was walking in front, slowly stopped and didn't look back: "I just feel sick."
Senior Brother Lin thought that what Xiaoxiao said was disgusting to him, his face suddenly turned pale and his body froze in place.
"I didn't think much of it at first. I just thought it was a dream."
Xiaoxiao curled up her fingers that were supporting the wall: "I didn't think about that when that man died. When I found out that he had no tongue in his mouth when he died, I..."
Brother Lin came to life when he heard this and asked seriously, "What dream? What did that man do to you?"
Xiaoxiao's nails dug into the wall.
"If you don't want to talk about it, don't talk about it." Senior Brother Lin was worried that she would break her nails. "A dream is just a dream."
"no."
Senior Brother Lin didn’t understand: “What?”
"It's not a dream." Xiaoxiao shuddered, "It's not a dream, no."
She turned around, her eyes red, and tremblingly told what had happened.
Senior Brother Lin got goose bumps all over his body: "Are you thinking too much?"
After that he fell silent.
How could it be such a coincidence
Xiaoxiao remembered the wriggling and slippery feeling in her dream, and she began to wipe her face again. Her strength gradually got out of control, and her fingertips scratched her face, leaving blood marks on it.
She didn't feel any pain, and her expression was a little dazed.
Senior Brother Lin hurriedly held Xiaoxiao's hand and said, "Stop wiping it, Xiaoxiao, stop now. I'll take you to wash your face. I'll take you there now!"
"It's useless. I can't forget it." Tears flowed from Xiaoxiao's eyes, without a trace of light.
"That man is dead, and his ghost is here too, unable to go to the real world. We are different, we haven't violated any rules, and we can go back when our tickets are checked."
Senior Brother Lin felt uncomfortable watching this, and said with a choked voice: "Leave here, and you will slowly be able to let it go. If you can't let it go, I will take you to see a psychiatrist. There is always a way."
After listening to what Senior Brother Lin said, Xiaoxiao gradually regained some hope.
Everyone else is still in the fifth waiting room.
They really wanted to know what the rules were, and they envied 3291 for being able to avoid them all.
Now we only know that a pair of senior and junior brothers and sisters are in that class.
There must be more.
There was a glimpse of secret glances in the crowd.
"Since 3291 was skipped, this means this shift is safe."
"Yeah, it's okay."
"Who is it? Don't hide. We all have to wait for the bus when the time comes."
"That's right, there's no need for that. The people on the last two trains are in danger now."
"… "
Everyone was testing each other with a few words, and the scene was so funny and realistic that it made people shudder.
Yet no one stepped forward.
Were there really only two people on that bus
Chen Yang did not participate in the test. He was looking at the body of the greasy-haired man. There were no scars or blood on his body.
His mouth was still open, as wide as it could be, and he couldn't close it.
Killings according to the rules are either extremely bloody or plain yet horrifying.
Chen Yang's gaze was stuck in vain, and he turned to the chair next to the corpse, where there was an extra piece of tongue.
No one around reacted, which meant they couldn't see it.
That's the ghost tongue.
But why is there only a ghost tongue
Where are the people
Chen Yang soon had no time to think about this problem. The ghost tongue slid to the short woman and twisted around, making him feel sick. He couldn't help but pull away one of Chao Jian's crutches and poked her hard.
Everyone else was watching Chen Yang poking the ground, and all their attention was focused on him.
Chen Yang returned the cane to Chao Jian and said nonchalantly, "I was mistaken. I thought it was a cockroach."
Chao Jian didn't ask anything.
Chen Yang took the initiative to whisper to him: "I poked the ghost's tongue."
Chao Jian lowered his eyes and glanced at him. Are you not afraid anymore
Chen Yang coughed, just feeling nauseous.
I don't know where the tongue went, and it probably won't come out again.
Xiangdong urged everyone to go back and continue reading books and newspapers, and those who had finished reading should go downstairs to look for information.
"I know there are still people from 3291 who haven't come out, but the number won't be large. You guys are mainly in the last two shifts, t57 and k1856."
"The first person to die in the second round is from T57. What are you waiting for? Waiting to die?"
After Xiangdong said these two sentences, they all left with pale faces.
If not for others, then for yourself to find clues sooner.
Xiangdong moved to the left side of Chen Yang, and using his height advantage, he looked past him at the person on his right, three parts vigilant and seven parts fierce.
Then came envy and jealousy, as well as a bit of fear that I didn't want to admit.
Never do the same mission with that person again.
More violent than him.
He was willing to be called "mad dog".
In comparison, he looks much more normal.
Damn it, the wounds on his face and the back of his head were not worth it. If he had really eaten stale cabbage, it would be fine and not unfair.
The problem is, I couldn't even touch it.
Xiangdong felt a pain in his liver: "Chen Yang, are you on the T57 train?"
Chen Yang said: "No."
Xiangdong's breath became heavier. "3291? Are you the next one? You're leaving soon, so it would be so boring for me to stay here."
Chen Yang: “…Finally.”
"The most... Shit, we're on the same bus, but you didn't tell me when I asked you before."
Xiangdong calmed down and was speechless: "How's the head?"
Chen Yang said: "I can still hold on."
Just when Chen Yang was about to call Shang Chao Jian to get out, the petite woman lying on the ground suddenly spoke.
"Did you do something to make my boyfriend die for you?"
This statement made Chen Yang frown: "I have no grudge against him."
The woman was stunned for a few seconds, then pointed at a figure approaching the door: "That's you!"
"You did the right thing, didn't you?"
Sun Yihang shrank his shoulders in shock, turned around slowly, and clutched his briefcase tightly: "I didn't... I don't know anything..."
"You did it! He hit you and you wanted him dead!"
The woman stared at Sun Yixing, as if she wanted to pounce on him and bite him to death: "Tell me, what did you do?"
Sun Yixing kept shaking his head in fear: "No, I don't have it."
Chen Yang was about to speak when a voice came from behind.
"Ma'am, please be civilized. We are human beings, not dogs. Please stop barking."
Wen Qing walked over to Sun Yixing, grabbed his hair, and lifted his head from his chest: "Check your conscience, is he capable of doing such a thing?"
The man's legs were shaking, his cheekbones were bruised, his mouth was cut, his eyes were bloodshot from being beaten and drooped, and his broken glasses hung on his swollen nose. He looked miserable.
It's so pitiful and makes me angry.
The little woman's eyes were empty, and she said with a specious reasoning: "If you are bullied for a long time, you will definitely have psychological problems. There are many such cases. On the surface, they are timid and cowardly, but behind the scenes... they are..."
"Haha, you're bringing up society and the law, and you're still framing people who have been bullied. Let them go, their fate is miserable enough."
Wen Qing laughed and spun the coin in his hand. "Your boyfriend did violate the rules. Don't put the blame on others. You know in your heart that he can't do it. Don't struggle. Adults should learn to face reality."
The little woman found that her fear of ghosts was not as great as that of this man.
Must have been through something...
"Bang"
A coin fell into her hand and she trembled.
Wen Qing bent down to pick it up: "Hey, ma'am, we know you had a deep relationship with your boyfriend, and you must be very sad that he died."
He sighed and said soothingly, "Don't worry, you will be reunited soon."
The woman trembled violently with fear and then fainted.
"What's with the back injury? She's acting like she wants to avenge her boyfriend. She's just hoping it was a man-made thing and not a violation of the rules. Then, her girlfriend who's been following her all the time hasn't violated the rules either."
After the literary drama, I was tired and my spirits were down: "I am just an idiot, no surprises."
Xiangdong pointed at Wen Qing and called him Mr. Feng, with a look of disgust on his face: "Old man, he's so pretentious, and you still team up with him? Can you stand it?"
Mr. Feng answered each question one by one: "There is no team, it doesn't exist, we just met by chance. Pretending to be cool is a style. Today's society is not the same as before, a hundred flowers bloom."
“… … ”
Chen Yang thought about what the woman on the ground said: "You say, can someone else die for you?"
"For example, I discovered a rule where I knew I was going to die if I used toilet paper, but as long as I gave the other pack to someone else and found a way for him to use it, I could escape death."
"Yes, if the rules allow, anything is fine. If it is possible to replace, we will do so."
Mr. Feng walked out with his hands behind his back: "People are selfish."
Wen Qing chased after him and said, "Mr. Feng, have you thought of something interesting? I'm young and inexperienced. Tell me about it so I can broaden my horizons..."
As Mr. Feng and Wen Qing left, Sun and his group also left.
Xiangdong was going to go to Sun Yihang's place, and they were in the same waiting room.
This was all Chen Yang's idea. He was asked to keep an eye on it. Otherwise, how could he take care of this mess
The painter fell back a few steps to the east. He had long hair that fell below his shoulders. His hair was in good condition, not greasy, dry or split. It was very smooth, which did not match his sallow and overly thin face.
When Xiangdong walked to the door, he looked back as if sensing something, exchanged glances with Chen Yang, raised his eyebrows, and went to the fourth waiting room next door.
After a while, Chen Yang came in and asked Chao Jian to close the door.
Concubine Xiangdong was drunk and lying on a few chairs: "What do you want me to do? A threesome?"
Chen Yang stumbled, and he raised his foot and kicked Xiangdong's shaking leg: "How did you know the painter?"
Xiangdong put away the yellowness on his face and asked: "What?"
Chen Yang: “Ask.”
"You asked him? Are you okay?" Xiangdong was puzzled. "How can you be attracted to someone like him?"
Chen Yang looked tired and planned to sit with Jian while he went to court.
"return!"
Xiangdong went from being a drunken concubine to a bandit king. He sat there with his legs crossed and lit a cigarette. "Go ahead, what do you want to ask?"
Chen Yang asked, "How many times have you run into him in the mission world?"
Xiangdong held up two fingers: "The first time, I was the newcomer and he wasn't."
"So he does more missions than you?"
Xiangdong only said: "His ID number is five digits."
Chen Yang thought calmly that Wu Yu also had a five-digit ID number.
So does she know the painter
Chen Yang asked again: "What kind of style does a painter have?"
Xiangdong didn't know what he recalled, his Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed: "It's hard to say."
Chen Yang looked at him: "What does it mean to be hard to say?"
Xiangdong turned into a hot-tempered young lady in an instant: "It's hard to say, it's hard to say, why are you so annoying, don't ask!"
"… "
"So does a painter just paint? Could he be doing something else?" Chen Yang asked, "Or maybe he used to paint but doesn't paint anymore?"
Xiangdong took a puff of his cigarette and swiped the cigarette butt with his tongue: "I don't like him."
Chen Yang wondered: "Does this have anything to do with what I asked?"
"It matters a lot," Xiangdong squinted, "Since he doesn't like it, why should I care about what happens in his real life?"
Chen Yang: “…”
He leaned forward to the east, put his elbow on his leg and looked at Chen Yang, moving his injured face closer, exuding an arrogant and unruly aura.
"You wouldn't ask about anyone for no reason."
Chen Yang smiled: "What I talked about with you is only known to heaven and earth, you and me."
Pointing to the east, he said, "Is he dead?"
Chen Yang glanced at the boy who had sat over at some point, and silently changed his words: "Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know, and he knows."
Xiangdong is violent and irritable, unreasonable and unruly, but he never neglects important matters.
He left without much flirting.
Chen Yang took something out of his pocket, which was the ticket of the greasy-haired man.
He took it away when no one was paying attention.
"The rules for the second round have been announced..." Chen Yang muttered, "Are those four items sent by the security check machine just misleading and have nothing to do with the rules?"
"No, there should be a connection. What could it be? Just because I'm not dead doesn't mean I didn't violate the rules, because I'm on K1856, behind T57. They're clearing the cars according to the order of the trains, and it's not my turn yet."
"Could it be that this time it's not a large-scale incident, but only four people will die, designated by some kind of rule, with the greasy-haired guy being the first, and three more to die?"
"No matter what, 3291 is all safe."
Chen Yang sighed, but there was no response for a long time. He looked at the young man who was reading a book with his head down, and sighed again.
People cannot be compared.
This person is truly calm and composed, and nothing can move him in the slightest.
Except when swinging the cane.
Chen Yang's heart was filled with gratitude. How could he let go of a partner who was willing to stand up for him
"What time is it?"
Chao Jian didn't ask him why he didn't check his phone, but just took out his own and clicked on it: "Nine twelve."
"Train 3291 will leave in a few hours."
As soon as Chen Yang finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside. The mute came to find him.
The mute handed a sticky note to Chen Yang.
It says: One more to go.
It was a sentence without any beginning or end, but Chen Yang understood it immediately. He looked at the little girl in front of him.
She has two braids, a small nose, small eyes, and a small mouth, and her face is full of freckles, like dots of light brown paint.
Considering that it was not polite to stare at a girl, Chen Yang focused his attention on her eyes: "Who is it?"
The mute drew something on the sticky note and turned to Chen Yang.
A stick figure.
The hair was short and curly, with a few gray spots painted on the neck, and the word "scarf" was handwritten on it. There was an arrow underneath, and "two-loop platinum sweater chain" was written next to it.
Chen Yang thought back to all the task takers and found the one who matched these characteristics. She was a well-maintained middle-aged woman.
A sticky note was handed over.
Brother, before the mission started, this was still a real train station. I accidentally heard her talking to someone and knew that she was on train 3291.
Chen Yang acted curious: "Then why do you think she didn't stand up?"
Another sticky note.
I don't feel safe, so just in case, I choose to hide first and then show up when the ticket is checked.
Chen Yang asked casually: "If it were you, what would you do?"
The mute did not write quickly like she did the previous two times. She thought carefully for a moment before writing down the answer.
I will tell my brother.
After giving Chen Yang the tube of burn ointment, the mute also brought him another piece of information that he wanted to know.
Just the right amount of friendship.
Chen Yang looked at the words and pictures on the sticky note: "What kind of person do you think the mute is?"
Chao Jian said: "I didn't notice."
Chen Yang put one arm on the cold back of the chair: "Who are you paying attention to?"
Chao Jian: "It's irrelevant, don't worry."
Chen Yang didn't understand: "But we have to complete the mission, whether they are temporary teammates or people from this world, they are all irrelevant."
Chao Jian silently read two pages of the book and said, "It's hard to talk to you."
Chen Yang said hesitantly: "... Generation gap?"
Chao Jian looked at him expressionlessly.
Chen Yang pursed his lips and gave an innocent look in response.
He frowned at Jian: "Are you being cute?"
Chen Yang was extremely frightened, and his voice tightened: "Don't say that, it's scary, I never act cute."
"… "
Chao Jian closed the book and said, "Go downstairs!"
“I had the same idea.”
Chen Yang immediately came out of his awkward state: "I always feel that the things in the security inspection machine are very important. I plan to check them carefully one by one..."
Chao Jian left his chair without waiting for him to finish.
Chen Yang scratched his head. Why did this young man seem unhappy again? He really couldn't figure it out.
He followed with a sigh, trying to stay close to the yang energy at all times.
No matter what era or time, the first person to try something new needs great courage.
Chen Yang kept jumping between the past and the past.
Until Chao Jian used his crutch to push the things in front of him and helped him make a choice.
When Chen Yang saw the young man do this, he immediately felt relieved.
When the thing was first taken out, he was not allowed to touch it, which meant he was not sure. Now that he is allowed to touch it, there is no problem.
For a team, trust is the foundation.
Chen Yang squatted down next to the security check machine. Without opening the packages, he picked them up one by one and examined them closely from top to bottom and front to back.
"The shampoo, facial cleanser, and two bags of toilet paper were all produced this year, so they are quite recent."
"The rules are illogical, anything is possible, and it's really hard to find."
"Think about the first round. The rule was that you couldn't show your ticket to others. Who would have thought that there are cautious people, but there are more lucky people."
Chen Yang stopped mumbling: "Isn't my luck in this mission bad?"
Chao Jian was too lazy to look at him: "Before the rules came out, you wanted to show me your ticket twice, but I stopped you."
"Subconsciously you know you can't take it out."
Chen Yang opened his mouth, but had no impression.
This is my lifesaver. It doesn’t matter if he has a big appetite. I’ll make more delicious food for him in the future.
Chen Yang calmed himself down and continued to look at the four items.
"Four... two pairs..."
Chen Yang suddenly had an idea. He quickly placed the shampoo and facial cleanser in the first row and two bags of toilet paper in the second row.
Point your fingers in front of them one by one.
"Look, two groups, each with two!"
When the items came out of the security check machine, everyone's attention was on their information.
There is no mention of the quantity that comes out each time.
It may be something that can be seen at a glance, but is unconsciously overlooked.
People's fixed thinking patterns complicate problems.
Simple ones will be skipped directly.
"Two in a group,"
Chen Yang's heartbeat quickened: "Is this the rule of this round of trains? Only two people can get on the train?"
If that's the case... 3291 still has three people left.
Chen Yang looked back suddenly.
It seemed as if there were eyes watching him just now.
Is it an illusion
After a few moments, Chen Yang returned to the newly discovered information. Not to mention that he was not 100% sure, even if it was really the rule, what should he do
Tell them and then let them kill one
If you don't tell them, three of us will get on the bus together and no one will be able to get in.
Chen Yang wanted Chao Jian to give him some advice.
Chao Jian tapped the ground with his cane twice: "The departure time of 3291 is around 4:00 in the morning. It's still early. Let's check again."
"I'll listen to you and check it out to be safe."
Chen Yang messed up all the things, and a smell of safflower oil wafted over. He smelled the smell and saw Sun Yihang.
The other party limped over, and the first thing he said was: "Mr. Chen, it turns out that there are three people in 3291. In addition to the brother and sister, there is also a big sister."
Chen Yang paused: "How did you know?"
Sun Yixing looked at him through his blurry and broken glasses: "I heard it from a few passengers."
"It seems like they just came down from upstairs and were talking about this as they walked towards Area D. I heard them."
Chen Yang's eyelids drooped. Who revealed it? A mute? No need.
Who else would know and spread it
What is the significance of this action
Chen Yang felt a headache from the pungent smell that entered his nose: "Where did you get the safflower oil?"
"I feel pain all over my body, so I want to find some medicine to rub on. I originally wanted to find Yunnan Baiyao, but I couldn't find it. This is the only one I can find."
Sun Yixing's clothes were all shiny with oil, as were his hands. "I didn't hold the bottle cap properly when I was twisting it, and it all spilled. I don't have any paper on me, so I wanted to get some at the supermarket."
He pointed at the bag of paper at Chen Yang's feet: "But the paper inside is the same as this one. I didn't dare to use it, so I didn't wipe it. I got a lot of it on my body..."
Chen Yang picked up the paper and asked, "This? Are there any in the supermarket?"
Sun Yihang seemed to be still afraid that the items were related to the rules, and stepped back a little in fear: "Yes, there are."
Chen Yang's hands felt a little numb as he held the paper. This kind of daily necessities were very common in the station.
Why didn’t you think of that
Regardless of whether there are any clues or not, you have to go and check it out.
D Zone
Led by Sun Yihang, Chen Yang entered a shop and went straight to the shelves in the corner.
There was a layer of bags of paper lying on their sides, neatly and tightly packed together.
Therefore, the gap is very eye-catching.
Chen Yang suddenly had an idea and walked closer to put the paper he had brought on it to fill the gap.
Just right.
This row of papers is the same as the one Chen Yang is carrying, all are xx brand, with cores, in rolls, 12 rolls.
The production date is also the same batch.
The bag that comes out of the security machine is what's here.
Now everything is back in its place.
"47."
A voice sounded above Chen Yang's head. He was stunned: "What?"
He knocked on the shelves one by one with his cane and counted them for him: "The paper is on the fourth shelf."
Then the cane pointed back to the original gap, where the security check paper was placed: "The seventh one."
Chen Yang had a lot of guesses in his mind, but none of them came to fruition, and all of them died in the womb.
What does 47 stand for
Chao Jian lowered his eyes for a moment: "Are there other districts?"
Chen Yang thought for a moment and said, "Yes, abcd or something like that. I didn't pay much attention to it. It should be similar to the real Qingcheng Station."
Chao Jian: "Go to area A."
"Bring three more things."
On the second floor, there was a dead silence in the eyes of both the brother and sister.
"No, no, no."
Senior Brother Lin shook his head firmly: "We can't do that, I can't do it, Xiaoxiao, we can't do that, that's murder!"
"I don't want to either. I usually don't even dare to step on a big bug."
Xiaoxiao raised her scratched face, at a loss: "What do you say we should do? There's one more."
Senior Brother Lin choked up and said, "Maybe we are overthinking it."
Xiaoxiao looked at him and said quietly, "What if I didn't think too much? Senior brother, you know which side the scales in your heart are leaning on."
Senior Brother Lin was speechless.
"Each set has two items, not necessarily corresponding to the number of people on the bus, so it might not make sense, they are just randomly given out."
Senior Brother Lin tried to evade: "Xiaoxiao, didn't you say that you realized it after seeing Mr. Chen's actions?"
"It's been a while, and Mr. Chen hasn't informed anyone yet, which means he hasn't determined that this is the correct rule. He's still investigating. We can't do this."
"That auntie is just like us, waiting for a bus to go home. She is very happy now. She has not violated any rules and can leave after waiting for a few more hours. It is too cruel for us to kill her. I really can't do it."
Xiaoxiao sat quietly for a long time, her shoulders trembled, and she cried out: "Brother, I'm sorry, I can't solve this problem, so I can only throw it to you, you make the decision."
Senior Brother Lin trembled his pale lips. He only had one life and no chance to try.
There are two roads. Which way should I go
In a storefront in District B.
A middle-aged woman walked in front of the shelves, looking for cosmetics out of habit. She paid attention to maintenance all year round and used expensive brands.
Although this is a well-known chain store, nothing here caught her eye. When she was about to leave, she accidentally found a facial mask on the shelf.
It’s not a brand sold in the store and she has never seen it before, but it looks quite high-end.
I just don't know what it feels like when applied on the face.
This thought flashed through the middle-aged woman's mind.
There were two more people outside the door, they were Senior Brother Lin and Xiaoxiao. Both of them looked like they had suffered a painful ordeal and survived with great difficulty.
You have to pass one more level before you can be free.
Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes: "I'll go in and talk to her first."
Senior Brother Lin shouted at the moment she was about to step in: "Xiaoxiao!"
Xiaoxiao's stiff body became even stiffer.
Senior Brother Lin said softly: "Don't be afraid, Senior Brother will definitely take you back."
Xiaoxiao walked in without saying anything.
The middle-aged woman had her back to Xiaoxiao and seemed to be browsing her phone.
Xiaoxiao clenched her palms, trying to control the nervousness in her voice: "Auntie."
"Who is it? Can't you walk louder? You might scare people to death, okay?"
The middle-aged woman turned around. Xiaoxiao was already nervous, and she was frightened when she saw her face.
"What does that expression of yours mean?"
Middle-aged women have always cared a lot about their appearance. I don’t know how much thought they put into it. It’s inevitable that they would get angry when being looked at like this by a much younger person of the same sex.
Xiaoxiao knew she had misunderstood, and said with a wry smile: "Sorry, Auntie, I don't usually use facial masks. This is the first time I've seen a black mask, and I didn't react at first."
The middle-aged woman was puzzled: "What kind of facial mask?"
Xiaoxiao said: "It's on Auntie's face..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? There's no mask on my face!"
The middle-aged woman interrupted Xiaoxiao before she finished speaking, and said angrily: "How can I still apply that thing at this time!"
I don’t know who knew her train number and had the nerve to spread it out.
I guess this girl came to say hello, but she just doesn't know how to behave or talk.
Xiaoxiao was confused and pointed at her face and said, "No, Auntie, there is one on your face."
The middle-aged woman was stunned when she saw that Xiaoxiao didn't seem to be lying. She opened the front camera of her mobile phone in confusion.
There was actually a facial mask on my face!
It was black, and the edges and corners were completely stuck to her face, tightly fitting without a single wrinkle.
The middle-aged woman looked at herself in the camera. The mask just exposed her eyes, nose and mouth, without revealing any excess skin. She felt a terrible suffocation. She thought about what to do and went to look at the shelf.
The mask is gone!
"How come it's gone? It was here just now. I remembered it wrongly. No, it's right here..."
The middle-aged woman suddenly fell silent and her cell phone fell to the ground.
"Aunt?"
Xiaoxiao asked anxiously, "What are you looking for? Tell me and I'll help you find it."
"It's in... in my..."
The middle-aged woman touched her face in panic, and with trembling hands she tried to twist the edge of the mask at her chin, trying to tear it off.
Xiaoxiao was inexplicably horrified, and she forgot her purpose. She shouted loudly: "Auntie, don't..."
Before she could finish her words, the middle-aged woman had already ripped off the facial mask like crazy.
Including his own face.
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