Area A
Chen Yang found the shampoo area and put the bottle that the security machine had spit out there.
This time the position of the shelf and the gap corresponds to 35.
"Hey, what do these numbers mean?"
Chen Yang used his imagination: "The strokes of a tasker's name?"
He denied himself: "Is there such a thing as a name with so many strokes? A four-character name? But if 35 really represents the number of strokes, then the one in area D should also be the number. Then the number is 47, which is too many."
The young man beside him said nothing. Chen Yang turned around and asked, "What did you think of?"
Chao Jian withdrew his gaze from behind his head: "It's going to break."
Chen Yang was waiting for his answer and asked blankly: "Ah? What's going to break?"
Chao Jian: "Blisters."
Chen Yang took a breath: "I didn't touch it."
"Aren't you applying ointment all the time? What will happen if it breaks? Will it get infected?"
Chao Jian said in a deep voice: "Go to area B."
"Wait for me," Chen Yang dragged a family-sized bag of toilet paper, "47, 35, 47..."
He paused and said, "I think I've seen the number 35 somewhere before."
Where is it, where is it...
Where...
35, 35…
When Chen Yang was about to touch the answer, Sun Yixing's shout pulled him back.
Sun Yihang said in a panic: "Mr. Chen, that auntie is dead."
Chen Yang's mind still echoed with the number "35": "What?"
"That auntie." Sun Yixing hugged his briefcase tightly. "The last passenger of 3291, she's dead."
There was not much movement in area B.
Xiaoxiao, who witnessed everything, was not the type to scream and shout. The more scared she was, the less sound she could make.
Just vomit.
Seeing someone peeling off the skin on his face with your own eyes is many times more shocking than being licked by the tongue.
A lifetime of psychological trauma.
Xiaoxiao had vomited once before, and now the vomit was mixed with blood, and her stomach felt like it was being scraped by a knife.
Senior Brother Lin was also dumbfounded and forgot to comfort her.
This was the scene that Chen Yang saw when he came over. He turned his gaze away from the brother and sister and moved it to the body of the middle-aged woman on the ground.
"Where's her face?"
Xiaoxiao was just vomiting while dying, but Senior Brother Lin was still stupid.
Chen Yang squatted down to look at the facial mask in the corpse's hand, which was wrinkled and embedded between her fingers.
Clutch it tightly.
It's very precious and very important.
Chen Yang took out a chopstick from his sleeve, poked the corpse's fingers open with force, and poked the mask out.
The mask was spread out little by little by pressing and pushing the chopsticks here and there.
"Face... This is her face..."
Sun Yixing was talking incoherently: "There was no blood, the skin was completely peeled off... It was her face, she peeled off her own face..."
Chen Yang glanced at Sun Yixing. Although he was a weak and timid person, his psychological endurance was stronger than most people.
He is not stupid or vomiting, he can still talk and can be called to come.
Just like the last time someone’s head fell in the toilet.
Chen Yang suddenly asked, "Mr. Sun, these two people seemed too scared to shout, and no one else outside knew about it. How did you know?"
Sun Yixing leaned against the shelf tremblingly, and after a while he said that he was nearby.
"I saw Xiaoxiao running out of the store. Senior Brother Lin helped her back into the store. They were both staggering, so I... came to take a look."
"You're good." Chen Yang said.
Sun Yixing opened his red eyes wide and looked at him timidly.
Chen Yang insisted on his opinion.
Sun Yixing is a newcomer with great potential and great resilience.
"How come he died? How boring! I thought there was going to be a fight."
There was a depressed grunt from the doorway.
In this situation at this moment, there is an indescribable sense of weirdness.
Chen Yang stood up and said, "Wen Qing, were you the one who spread the news about Auntie's train schedule?"
Wen Qing smiled evilly: "Handsome guy, this is the first time you call me."
Chen Yang: “…”
"Don't hit me, I was just joking, there's nothing else to it."
Wen Qing avoided Li Mao's cane, walked up to the brother and sister, and scolded them dissatisfiedly: "Why are you two so useless? If you want to take action, just do it quickly. You dithered and let the rules take action first. It's really bad."
Chen Yang frowned and looked at him.
Wen Qing pursed his lips and blinked: "Handsome guy, I feel embarrassed when you look at me like that."
Chen Yang was not joking with him: "Did you know from the beginning that Auntie was on train number 3291?"
"No." Wen Qing leaned close to his ear and said, "The little mute told me."
Chen Yang's expression changed slightly.
Wen Qing didn't lie. When he saw the little mute coming out of the fourth waiting room, he stopped her and forced her to tell him the story.
I want to see people bite people.
Three minus one, what a great development.
The result turned out to be like this, just like this, just like this? !
There was a momentary distortion in Wen Qing's eyes, and the reality showing the dark side of human nature turned into a horror film.
Who the hell wants to watch this!
Some people are terribly afraid of ghosts. They are afraid even though they know the ones in movies are fake. They can't imagine what it would be like if they saw a real ghost. However, some people don't care about real or fake ghosts. They are not as good as treacherous humans, which make their souls tremble.
Hipsters are the latter.
Now he was angry and disappointed.
Chen Yang felt a lot of negative emotions from Wen Qing, like mites in the old bedding in a damp room, crawling towards him who was closest to him, and he got goose bumps.
"You forced the mute?"
The eyes under the heavy bangs of the literary youth glanced at Chen Yang, and after a while he smiled nonchalantly and said, "Shouldn't you ask about the rules?"
Chen Yang got goosebumps when he saw him recover as usual. "You can see that 3291 may only allow two people to get on the bus, so they did that. They wanted the three of them to kill each other and get rid of the extra one."
"It's not possible." Wen Qing said, "It's just like that."
"I smell a very familiar malice in the rules. Don't you smell it? Smell it, smell it."
Chen Yang only smelled the strong breath from Wen Qing's mouth, which was caused by indigestion. It was a bit sour and smelly. He was so close to him, but the smell was hard to describe.
"Are you happy now?" Wen Qing focused his attention on the Japanese man who had regained consciousness. "Congratulations."
Senior Brother Lin swallowed his saliva obscurely. He didn't look at him, nor did he dare to look at the faceless corpse. He just helped Junior Sister up: "Xiaoxiao, how are you? I'll carry you out."
Xiaoxiao couldn't walk properly, so she pushed away his hand on her waist and refused to let him carry her.
The hipster smacked his lips: "We should support each other in difficult times. How unfriendly."
"There's nothing I can do about it. One just likes it, and the other just doesn't."
He looked as if he had just remembered something: "Oh, handsome, the thing at the security check machine is gone. You took it. How come there are only two things left? What are you going to do?"
Chen Yang's eyelids twitched, and he then remembered that he was interrupted by the corpse. He hurriedly tried to pull the boy who seemed to be distracted again.
"We're going to..."
Chen Yang paused, and quickly looked around the chain store.
Isn’t that bottle of facial cleanser of this brand
Chen Yang found the gap as quickly as possible and filled it with facial cleanser.
32.
"47, 35, 32."
Chen Yang murmured, "There's only one left. Which two numbers are associated with a family pack of toilet paper?"
You will know when you release it.
Chen Yang called Chao Jian out, and before leaving, he asked Sun Yihang to find a place to rest and stop running with a limp.
The hipsters followed them.
"So that's what it is. All four are from the station, one set of numbers each."
Wen Qing has figured out the pattern through the 32 revealed by Chen Yang. He said excitedly: "Four groups of numbers, do we need to add, subtract, multiply and divide them?"
"Or is there some kind of number series? Oh, when I was in school, I only took single-digit math tests. I couldn't do anything."
Wen Qing didn't want anyone to pay attention to him. He stroked his chin comfortably and said to himself: "Of course, it is not ruled out that it is independent, four groups."
"It's also possible that the seat number on the ticket..."
The muscles on Chen Yang's face suddenly tensed up.
He remembered!
He knows what 35 is!
Chen Yang felt his coat pocket with disordered breathing and took out the greasy-haired man's ticket.
He lowered his eyebrows and looked at Jian.
Both of them were speechless for a moment.
Wen Qing stretched his neck to take a look: "The seat number here is 05, which is different from those three groups..."
"It's not the seat number, it's the printed number."
Chen Yang's fingers turned white as he held the ticket. He said in a hoarse voice, "The last two digits."
"Wow… "
Wen Qing exclaimed exaggeratedly: "It's true."
The location of the shampoo is the last two digits of the printed code on the greasy-haired man’s ticket.
Whether this is a coincidence or not, we will know if we take the middle-aged woman’s ticket.
Chen Yang has to follow Chao Jian closely and cannot go alone. It would be slow for the two of them to move together, so this task has to fall on Wen Qing.
This time, the hipster didn't try to show off and brought back the ticket at a decent speed.
"handsome guy."
Wen Qing held up the ticket and looked at Chen Yang with a look of appreciation and recognition that he had not had before, "You are right."
The last two digits of the printed number are really 32.
Area A, 35, greasy-haired man.
Area B, 32, middle-aged woman.
Both of them died.
c hasn't gone yet.
Zone D is 47, and I don’t know which passenger it corresponds to.
Chen Yang and the other two went to area C without delay, found the location where the household toilet paper was stored and put it back in place.
Area C, 13.
Chen Yang held up his ticket and took a look. The last two digits of the number printed on the upper left corner were neither 47 nor 13. He asked Chao Jian to check it as well.
"No." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief, that's good.
“Now I understand.”
Wen Qing, who also checked the tickets, said: "This round of security inspection machine spit out four things. According to their respective locations in the station, we need to find the corresponding printed codes and find four people to clean them up. There is a time limit. If you put the things back before then, you won't die."
"The order of cleaning is based on the alphabetical order of the area where the items are located, and has nothing to do with the train number."
Chen Yang said "hmm". The number printed on the greasy-haired man's ticket corresponded to shampoo, which was in area A, so he was the first one.
The facial cleanser corresponding to middle-aged women is in area B, so she is the second one.
"Then C and D don't have to die now. Both items have been put back."
Less than ten seconds after Chen Yang finished speaking, there was a commotion on the second floor and someone died.
The one who died should be in zone C.
Chen Yang asked in confusion: "Didn't he put the huge bag of toilet paper back? How could he still die?"
"Died before things were put back in place," Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang stopped talking.
The person who died was a boy, on the last train K1856.
When he died, the person with him was a young man in his early twenties, from T57.
The young people are dying.
Chen Yang on the escalator was also in a bad condition. The severe pain from the back of his head made him scream uncontrollably, and he couldn't see anything for a moment.
When his consciousness and senses returned, he had already left the escalator and was sitting on the ground.
Chao Jian stood aside with a crutch, neither speaking nor moving.
The clothes inside Chen Yang's coat were wet, and the fabric stuck to his thin and sturdy waist and back, which were all sweaty. He wiped his equally wet forehead, smoothed it back, and touched his crew cut.
"I can understand those who wish they were on the front train."
Chao Jian raised his cane and poked him: "Get up."
"You have no sympathy," Chen Yang grabbed the cane and sighed in mock anger, "I'm in so much pain, and you won't let me complain or be lazy."
Chao Jian looked down at him, his cheeks moved, and he faintly grinded his back teeth: "Get up, I'll apply medicine for you."
"Say it all at once, brother."
Chen Yang let out a breath, stood up with difficulty, and turned the back of his head towards him.
There was no movement behind him, so Chen Yang said hurriedly: "Don't tell me whether the bubble burst or not, and don't..."
"It's broken."
Chen Yang: “…”
"Oh, no wonder."
Chen Yang had a flash of inspiration: "It has flowed down to my neck, it feels wet."
"Shut up."
The young man lowered his eyes, his face was tense, his voice was as impatient as the movements he made to clean the secretions.
While Chao Jian was still treating Chen Yang's burns, a series of screams and cries broke out in the third waiting room.
I've seen ghosts and corpses of many different deaths, but I can still be so frightened. You can imagine what happened there.
It was Sun Yixing who brought the news again, and he once again showed incredible strength.
"Belly... Belly!"
Sun Yixing's eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets: "Your belly has gotten bigger!"
Seeing the burns on the back of Chen Yang's head, Sun Yixing swallowed his screams of horror. He opened his mouth with a dull look on his face.
After a few seconds he turned his head and covered his mouth, the sound of retching coming out from between his fingers.
Chen Yang met Sun Yihang's guilty and embarrassed eyes and responded with understanding and comfort. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
It's good that he didn't vomit, he vomited like that.
My partner is not a normal person, who can compare to him
The blisters behind Chen Yang's ears were still round and bulging and had not burst yet. All he could do was ignore them as much as possible.
The more I think about it, the more it hurts.
After the boy finished his work, Chen Yang accompanied him to wash his hands.
"Fortunately you don't have mysophobia," Chen Yang said, "If you were like the painter, you would dislike me even if I wore gloves."
Chao Jian washed his hands in silence, wiped them with a tissue, and left holding his crutches.
Chen Yang glanced at the boy's back. He looked as cold and lonely as usual, but he had a feeling that he was in a bad mood.
Don't know the reason.
Sun Yihang was waiting outside the bathroom. As soon as Chen Yang and Chao Jian came out, he led the way to the third waiting room.
When they reached the door, Sun Yixing stepped back and said in shock: "It wasn't this big just now."
Chen Yang got a message from his words, that it had grown bigger again.
The dead boy's belly is still growing.
Chen Yang’s first reaction was that it was a ghost. The relevant fragments his sister told him flashed through his mind, and his hand reached out to Chao Jian’s crutch.
"Were there any babies among the thirteen who died?"
After asking Chao Jian, Chen Yang got the answer. Even if there was a baby, it would have grown up long ago.
The one who was not born grew into a bloody human form.
Chen Yang looked at Sun Yixing and asked him, but he shook his head and said he didn't sense any ghost.
With Sun Yihang's reply and the fact that he didn't sense any evil energy around him, Chen Yang relaxed. He found the ticket on the dead tasker.
The printing number is xxxxx13.
Those in zone C were ranked third in the order of death.
Chen Yang asked the frightened young man, "What did this man eat before he died?"
The young man hugged himself and shrank into the chair: "I don't know, I don't know."
"I didn't know him originally. We became allies after we came here. We have the same values and agreed to play games together after we get out. Everything was fine. He was the last one to go, and I was in front of him. He was safer than me. Who would have thought that he would..."
"What did he eat? I don't know what he ate, but he suddenly asked me if I had anything to eat."
"I gave it to him, but he asked me if I had anything to eat, and asked me if I had anything to eat, and if I had anything to eat, and he kept asking me ...
As if that voice was still in his ears, the young man covered his ears tightly, and nervously repeated: "He asked me if I had any food, if I had any food, he kept asking and asking, if I had any food, if I had any food..."
In just a short while, the corpse's belly became much bigger, and the clothes on the chest bulged out.
Like a pregnant woman about to give birth.
The zipper of the outer clothes was stretched to the extreme, making a teeth-grinding "squeaking" sound.
After a few breaths, all the zipper teeth broke apart.
The outer clothes were open on both sides, and the yellow long-sleeved shirt inside was deformed by the push.
The seams at the waist began to tear inch by inch.
The hem of the dress moved up, exposing the huge belly, the belly button was bulging, and the blood vessels under the belly were about to pierce the skin.
Something is coming out.
If this scene is put in a movie, the audience will say that the post-production is realistic, the visual effects are first-class, and it can make people feel the immersive tension.
When it really happened, there was no tension, only terror.
Chen Yang stared at the belly of the corpse warily. He stepped back, and backed back again. Not only did he step back, he also pulled Chao Jian back.
Chao Jian was leaning on crutches and staggered: "Hand."
Before he could even utter the word "take it away", he heard Chen Yang say, "I'm holding you, don't worry."
Chao Jian: “…”
"Bang!"
The sound of cannons exploding.
Everyone present looked over and saw that the corpse's stomach had exploded, and there was toilet paper all inside.
Like popcorn, they popped out in balls.
It fell everywhere.
The waiting room was too quiet.
"The paper is still clean."
Chen Yang spoke in a trance, and the next second he pulled Chao Jian out.
Sun Yixing came to his senses, dragged the demented young man, and ran away stumblingly.
The door was also closed.
It will not be opened until the body disappears.
Three people died in succession in a short period of time, and now there are only twelve people alive.
Everyone will meet in the fourth waiting room.
Chen Yang, Chao Jian and Wen Qing have all been checked, and "Zone D 47" is among the remaining nine people.
The nine people are Xiangdong, Mr. Feng, the painter, Sun Yixing, the mute, Senior Brother Lin, Xiaoxiao, the young man who just finished watching the toilet paper popcorn, and the petite woman whose boyfriend died.
I don’t know who the lucky person who escaped is.
Chen Yang asked them to look at their tickets, but before he could say the next word, he was interrupted by a sharp voice.
It was the short woman, staring with eyes that were red as blood: "Aren't we not allowed to show the ticket to others? What's your intention in asking us to do this now?"
"Idiot, can't you turn around and look for yourself?"
Xiangdong yelled, then turned his back to set an example and took out the ticket: "I've seen it, and now what?"
Chen Yang waited until they had all finished reading before asking, "Whose printing number ends with 47?"
Xiaoxiao raised her hand: "Me."
Chen Yang looked at her steadily, seeing her anxiety and Shi Ran's willingness to face death, and said gently, "You are so lucky."
Xiaoxiao found out the reason and her face was unexpectedly stunned.
Senior Brother Lin took her aside and thanked Chen Yang.
"This is not just my achievement. It's also thanks to Mr. Sun, who said he saw the paper spit out by the security check machine in the supermarket."
Chen Yang pouted at Sun Yixing, then looked at Chao Jian and Wen Qing: "My partner found the corresponding numbers between the shelf layers and the item locations. He asked me to take the other three items and start looking from area A."
"Then Mr. Wen mentioned the seat number on the ticket, and that reminded me of a set of numbers I had seen before."
Senior Brother Lin and Xiaoxiao bowed to Sun Yihang, Jian, and Wen Qing.
It was the first time that Sun Yixing felt such sincere gratitude. He was at a loss and kept waving his hands and shaking his head.
The young partner named Chao had a blank expression on his face.
Wen Qing was unwilling to accept this favor, and said bluntly: "In the mission world, strength, luck, and character are all necessary, none of which can be missing."
"The extra 3291 was removed without any action, and the lady was able to become the only one alive among the four. Congratulations."
Xiaoxiao didn't say anything.
When the atmosphere was still relaxed, the short woman went crazy. She questioned Chen Yang and others, asking why they didn't discover the rules earlier. If they had, her boyfriend wouldn't have died.
There are people like this everywhere.
"Ma'am, if I were you, I would just quietly wait to reunite with my boyfriend."
Wen Qing was at school one second ago, but his smile disappeared the next second, and he pointed to the door with a coin in his hand: "Get lost."
The short woman staggered towards the door, and suddenly rushed to Xiaoxiao, scratching her face with her nails that were biting hard.
Senior Brother Lin didn't have time to stop it.
Xiangdong reacted quickly and kicked him: "What the hell is that?"
The woman ignored the pain in her body and cursed Xiaoxiao bitterly: "Bitch!"
Xiaoxiao looked at her numbly.
This reaction irritated the woman even more. Four people should have died in the second round, so why was this woman so lucky to escape? Why
My boyfriend and two other people are all dead, why is there only one left alive? Why don’t they all just die
She had to wait here helplessly for the next rule, but the other party was about to get on the car, and there was such a good man by her side, who would never leave her.
Why
"You thought you could get out soon after you escaped the first round and the second round?"
The woman pointed at Xiaoxiao and yelled heartbreakingly: "Dream on!"
Xiaoxiao's face, which had lost all its color, turned blue.
"No one can get out. Everyone will die."
The woman walked towards the door with messy hair, turned around and pointed at the group of people in the waiting room, one by one.
"You, you, and you... You all must die. No one can return alive. It's the same as mine. All of you!"
"Hahahahaha, die, all die..."
There was a sound of crazy laughter in the corridor.
Wen Qing clicked his tongue: "Is this a symptom of having one foot in the gates of hell?"
Xiangdong rolled his eyes: "When we entered the mission world, one foot was already at the gate of hell."
"Then she is lying at the gates of hell."
Wen Qing stretched lazily: "3291 OK, we will be able to withdraw in a few hours, and I will go to watch then. I haven't fulfilled my wish of sending people to the train yet, so please let me fulfill my wish this time."
As he spoke, he set the timer on his phone and put earphones in his ears.
There were cries of pain in the waiting room.
The young man was crying with snot and tears, and couldn't stop: "I'm the next one... I'm going to die..."
"Damn it, just cry a few times, it's so noisy!"
Xiangdong kicked the back of the chair, and with a "clang" sound, he continued to kick it several times, panting fiercely: "If you cry again, I will throw you from the second floor and kill you!"
This is just a way of showing off and satisfying one's desire to talk.
Not to mention other tasks, in this task, the rules are supreme and it has the final say.
The tasker can only kill those who have not violated the rules. Those who violated the rules will be cleared out according to the rules and cannot be interfered with.
Xiangdong felt that this was something that anyone with a brain could see.
However, the young man had no idea that Xiangdong was just pretending, and didn't know what was going on. He stopped crying out of fear, and his eyes revealed a painful struggle.
"Then...then just throw me down. It's better to suffer a short pain than a long one. The sooner I die, the sooner I can be reborn. I really can't do it anymore. I don't dare to bang my head against the wall to commit suicide. I'm afraid."
The young man rushed to Xiangdong’s feet, hugged his legs and wailed: “Help me, help me, kill me—”
Xiangdong: “…”
You cannot kill the taskers who have not violated the rules, but you can beat them.
Otherwise, how come the man with the crippled leg beat him so many times, and he was not hurt at all!
Pinch your finger joints with a "click" sound toward the east.
Chen Yang pulled the young man aside before his rabies attack: "What are you doing? Why are you looking for death?"
The young man looked ashen: "I am T57."
When Mr. Feng, who was about to leave, heard this, he immediately blew his beard and glared: "What's wrong with t57? I am an old man too!"
Chen Yang looked at the old man: "Mr. Feng, you are T57."
"yes."
Mr. Feng had said everything, so he simply asked, "Is there anyone else on the same train as me?"
Chen Yang told him the information he had: "At present, there are you, Mr. Feng, this brother, and the lady who just left. That makes three of us."
"Three is a bit too few, is that all?" Old Feng looked at the others and said meaningfully, "You young kids all have a lot on your mind."
Everyone had different reactions.
The passengers of bus 3291 are transparent, and there are only two buses behind it.
Chen Yang knew that he, Chao Jian, and Xiang Dong were k1856.
The mute, Sun Yihang, the literary youth, and the painter didn't know which train it was.
Maybe someone was the fourth passenger of T57.
When Chen Yang looked over, Sun Yixing stammered and mouthed: I am the last class.
Chen Yang frowned and picked out one of the people who didn't know.
It's unknown when the mute and the painter left, and the literary youth seemed to have fallen asleep on the chair. The train number of these three people is unknown.
In short, it is either k1856 or t57.
Senior Brother Lin said goodbye, "Mr. Chen, my junior sister and I are going to go next door. We won't come out and will just wait for the bus there."
"Go ahead." Chen Yang said, "Be careful."
Chen Yang sat down in the row diagonally opposite the seats for literary youths, put his backpack on his legs, and after searching for a while, he found nothing.
I wanted to eat something, but after turning over, I lost my appetite.
"Do you want milk slices?"
Chen Yang looked at the young man beside him with a mother's mentality. She didn't eat herself, but hoped that her child would eat more and become plump and white.
Chao Jian made a brief introduction.
Xiangdong came over barking, "What good stuff? I want one too."
If it was Zhao Yuanzai who was still alive on Xiaoyin Island, he would definitely stop Xiangdong and remind him that this man was the one who was eating alone.
But Zhao Yuan is not here.
So Xiangdong was attacked violently.
Xiangdong said "huh" like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water. It's not yours, it's none of your business.
He raised his bruised chin provocatively: "Chen Yang, give me some."
Chen Yanglai said: "You are such a grown-up, why do you need to eat milk tablets?"
Xiangdong: “…”
"Fuck, do you dare to double punctuation again?"
Chen Yang doesn't think it's double standards. He just suffered a loss at the hands of Xiangdong and has a psychological trauma, so he won't give a good face.
"How old are you?"
Xiangdong glared: "I'm 28, what's wrong?"
Chen Yang pointed at the boy and said the classic line of a doting parent without blushing or beating his heart: "He is only nineteen, still a child."
The child twitched at Jane's face.
Xiangdong laughed disdainfully: "Don't you feel embarrassed when people call you a child?"
Chao Jian swallowed the milk tablets and tilted his head to Chen Yang: "I want more."
Chen Yang grabbed a dozen and gave them to him.
Xiangdong was so angry that smoke came out of his nostrils. The cabbage had changed! Damn it!
The matter of milk tablets is small, but the implications are big.
In this mission, Xiangdong witnessed how much Chen Yang and Cantui trusted each other, and how inseparable they were.
The fact that Chen Yang hasn’t fallen down yet is the best proof.
The man with the broken leg used his yang energy to nourish Chen Yang, and tried his best to block the erosion of ghost energy.
The key is that Chen Yang is obedient, does not run around, and always follows Cantui closely.
Otherwise, once the distance is widened, the evil spirit will take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in.
Xiangdong is depressed.
What made him depressed was not that Chen Yang was not eaten by the ghost, but the level of trust between the two people.
It is definitely not something that can be achieved in one or two missions.
It was like they had worked together countless times and were able to live and die together.
Xiangdong crossed his legs and thought, apart from being afraid of ghosts, Chen Yang was good in all other aspects and was a very suitable partner.
Unfortunately, the teammates in each mission are random.
As soon as the legs that were shaking eastward stopped, he thought, yes, everyone is the same, there will not be a fixed partner.
These two people might not be together next time.
The chance of the man with a crippled leg taking the same mission as Chen Yang is the same as his, there is no difference.
Thinking of this, Xiangdong suddenly felt much better. He looked at the man with the crippled leg and rubbed his dry lips: "Your leg will be disabled for life, right?"
Chao Jian; "… "
Chen Yang: “…”
"I see you use the cane very smoothly and your speed is not slow."
Xiangdong sighed sympathetically: "But a cane is still a cane after all. It can't replace your legs. No matter how well you walk with a cane, it can't compare to being able to run."
Before the boy could use his crutches, Chen Yang said, "Don't worry about him."
"How long will it take for your leg to heal?" Chen Yang tried to hold back, but couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
Chao Jian: "Yes, I need to raise him."
Seeing that the boy was willing to speak up, Chen Yang asked, "How did you get hurt?"
Chao Jian said nothing more.
"Let's chat." Xiangdong shouted, unwilling to be lonely, "What was your last mission, the small mountain village?"
"I've done all three of the tasks, all the villages, all the customs, all the evil spirits. It's really enough."
Chen Yang's lips twitched. There are many mountain villages in ghost stories.
Fortunately, the village of Xiaoyin Island is sunny, ghost-free, and not gloomy.
I hope there won’t be any more later.
Chen Yang looked up the ticket information of the remaining people in his mind. He asked Xiangdong: "Which train is the painter on?"
Xiangdong played with his lighter: "No."
"That hipster..."
Xiangdong motioned him to look at the person involved: "There is no music in that bastard's headphones. He is just pretending."
Chen Yang: “…”
At 3:30 in the morning, except for the short woman, eleven people including Chen Yang were in the fifth waiting room.
The train hasn't started checking tickets yet.
The waiting room in the middle of the night was colder than last night. Chen Yang knew it was his fault. The mark given by the ghost was sucking his yang energy, and he had to rely on Chao Jian to provide it.
No matter how closely you follow, no matter how much you give, it will still be different from your own.
Chen Yang opened his phone and flipped to the postcard. His eyes secretly drifted to a person and then moved away without leaving a trace.
"It's the 17th, what other rules are there?"
His voice was shaking and cold.
His leg was suddenly held down by a hand, Chen Yang was puzzled: "What happened?"
Chao Jian kept silent.
The palm just kept pressing there, with no sign of moving away.
Chen Yang was not wearing any thermal underwear, and his skin was pressed against the cotton fabric of his casual pants.
The area of skin that was being pressed was slowly invaded by heat, which continued to spread around.
It's not very hot, but you can clearly feel it.
Chen Yang stared at the boy blankly: "You..."
"I want to eat lotus leaf rice when I get back." Chao Jian said with his eyes closed.
Chen Yang's discomfort and subtlety, which hadn't had time to break out of the ground, were gone: "Okay."
Although I haven't done it.
Chen Yang rubbed his cold hands, thinking about the situation when he first entered the mission, and his unreasonable trust in this person.
Even though he sensed that something was wrong, that it shouldn't be like that, that it was too unusual, or even dangerous, he couldn't control himself and instinctively felt that he could share all the information with the other party and discuss it together.
If the initial trust was a drop of water, it has now unknowingly become an ocean.
Chen Yang suppressed the indescribable subtle feeling and thought to himself, I hope they can always be partners and neither of them will die.
The first train K32 checked tickets ten minutes in advance, and this time 3291 checked tickets half an hour in advance.
The red tickets still require you to use the manual channel, and there are still no ticket inspectors.
Senior Brother Lin glanced at the "Ticket Checking" notice and said, "Should we leave now or wait a little longer?"
"No more waiting." Xiaoxiao walked towards Gate 2, "I'd rather sit in the carriage."
Senior Brother Lin followed her quickly. He also had a trauma about the train station and would not take the train for a long time.
"Wait a moment."
Chen Yang called out, and the brother and sister turned around, and he looked at them.
It was confirmed that they were all alive and what happened to Old Li did not happen.
Chen Yang's tense nerve endings relaxed.
Senior Brother Lin wanted to speak.
Chen Yang interrupted quickly: "Don't say anything like you will be like us soon, don't wave to us, don't say goodbye, just go."
"… "
The lights on the platform are on, illuminating the way ahead for every passenger and sending them on their way home.
The wind was very strong and Xiaoxiao's hair was blown over her eyes. She didn't have time to tidy up her hair and just looked left and right for the carriage through the tiny gaps between her hair.
"Car 8 is over there."
Senior Brother Lin pointed and took her arm to take her there.
Xiaoxiao broke free: "Brother, I will go by myself."
Senior Brother Lin said "eh" bitterly and let her go by herself. He followed her closely.
Soon, Senior Brother Lin and Xiaoxiao found their carriage.
The door was open and there was no conductor at the door.
When getting on the car, Senior Brother Lin was standing side by side with Xiaoxiao, with his arms and shoulders touching hers.
Xiaoxiao, as usual, leaned towards the door, trying to keep some distance from him.
If you can't pull it open, just step back and let him go first.
The next moment, both of their heads flew off.
The train rumbled away, carrying with it the two headless bodies of the young men.
There were nine people standing by the window in the waiting room, and there was no sound at all.
“Hahahahahaha!”
I don't know when the little woman came in, just on the other side of the window. She pointed at the two heads left on the platform and laughed wildly.
"Look, you're going to die. I told you that you can't get out. You're all going to die. No one can get out!"
She laughed non-stop, laughing so hard that she fell forward and backward, but her face was covered with tears.
Despair materialized and gnawed at her.
Chen Yang took a long time to find his voice: "Why didn't you go up?"
"The things in area D have been put back. Xiaoxiao doesn't have to die. The rule for getting on the bus is two people. What's the problem?"
No one spoke.
Sun Yihang and the young man were both paralyzed, and the dumb man was picking at the sticky note pad.
Mr. Feng was rarely silent, and the painter left.
Chen Yang set his sights on Wen Qing, expecting him to say something, even if it was just to show off.
Wen Qing did not disappoint him and shook his head: "Those two people were really separated before they died."
"If we don't separate, you'll be next to me and I'll be next to you, and when we die and go to the underworld, we'll have someone to keep us company."
Xiangdong threw the cigarette butt that burned his hand on the ground and said, "Why go to the underworld? The ghosts in the mission world will either be reduced to ashes or be trapped here forever."
Wen Qing squinted his eyes: "You know this again?"
Chen Yang was completely off track with their topic and went back to ask: "Why did the brother and sister die?"
"I don't know." Wen Qing curled his lips.
Xiangdong stepped on the cigarette butt and said: "If they are not allowed to get on the bus, it must be because they did not follow the rules."
Chen Yang tried his best to sort out all the links in this round, starting from the two groups of items that came out of the security check machine. He thought about it again and again, but still could not find any clues.
“What have we overlooked?”
A calm voice suddenly sounded from the left: "The train door is not right."
Chen Yang turned to look at the boy: "Isn't that right?"
Chao Jian didn't give him an answer.
Chen Yang had no choice but to try hard to recall the details of the train. His drooping eyelids suddenly opened: "It's too wide..."
The doors of ordinary trains are very narrow, and if a person wants to carry a slightly larger box, they have to go in front and back.
The door width of that 3291 car...
Before Xiaoxiao pushed Brother Lin away, they were just right standing shoulder to shoulder!
What does that mean
As Chen Yang was thinking, a small toy car appeared in his sight.
It drove on and on and stopped in front of him.
Then another car drove over, slowly slowed down, and stopped a little behind the first car.
Chen Yang stood stiffly.
The bloody child ran over. He ran so fast that his feet did not touch the ground and his body was floating. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Chen Yang.
Accompanied by a sickening stench.
The second time Chen Yang saw the ghost child, his fear was not reduced much. The muscles around his eyes were frozen, and he couldn't close his eyes, so he just stared at the toy car.
The child squatted down and pushed the car behind him forward so that it was side by side with the first car.
Last time Chen Yang only saw it with his peripheral vision, but this time he was face to face and felt like he was falling into an ice cellar. Just when he was about to grab Chao Jian, he discovered that the child had many small white spots on his body.
They were densely packed together, still wriggling constantly, drilling in and out of the flesh and blood.
When Chen Yang thought about what that was, he felt a chill behind his head, and then he heard a crisp sound.
"Stay together."
The child pushed the two cars together, making them close together: "Let's go together..."
"We should stay together... we should stay together... "
He kept muttering: "I have to be close... I have to be close..."