Next to...
To be next to...
Chen Yang looked at the two toy cars, with the brother and sister in his mind. He took a deep breath and turned to ask everyone.
"When those two groups of items came out of the security check machine, were they next to each other?"
Wen Qing shrugged: "I didn't notice."
"There's paper and facial cleanser and shampoo, it's not interesting. If it was a corpse, I would pay attention to it."
Chen Yang looked towards the east.
"I didn't really care." Xiangdong said, "They came out in pairs anyway."
Sun Yihang and the young man were still lying there, but the mute who was picking up the sticky note pad had other reactions. She took out a pen and wrote on a page, then raised it in the direction of Chen Yang.
I noticed at the time that they were side by side, next to each other.
Chen Yang's face turned pale. He pulled the silent boy and said, "Go sit over there. I can't stand anymore."
Chao Jian walked towards the nearest row of chairs with crutches.
Chen Yang saw that his crutch almost hit the toy car, and he was so scared that he quickly pulled him back: "Go to the side."
He glanced at the place where the cane was about to hit and frowned slightly.
The next second, the child disappeared with the toy car.
Chen Yang sat down, put his weak legs under the chair, rubbed his face with both hands, and said calmly: "The two sets of items in the security check machine are the boarding rules."
"The train represents a security machine, and the passengers on board are objects, in pairs, and they have to walk together, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, not one in front of the other."
There was complete silence all around.
"oops."
Wen Qing sighed and smacked his lips: "No wonder the brother and sister were fine. When they got on the car, they were close to each other at the door. The door was just that wide, so they couldn't be separated."
"The junior sister couldn't close the distance, so she took a small step back and missed her senior brother. Bang, their heads flew off."
Wen Qing said with sympathy: "In a moment of thought, ugh, pitiful, pitiful, really pitiful."
“It’s not a matter of one thought.”
Chen Yang said: "That pair of brothers and sisters must have known each other for a long time. One of them was affectionate and persistent, while the other was careless and avoided each other."
"The persistent one will never give up, while the one who tries to avoid it can never avoid it. When the former comes into physical contact, the body will have a rejection reaction of breaking away immediately."
He hung his head and sighed with mixed feelings: "It's a dead end. I'm going to die for sure."
"The person behind the scenes has figured all of us out."
"Depend on!"
Xiangdong scratched his head: "What a bullshit rule. Isn't it normal to put things together? Even if I pay attention, I won't take it seriously. It's fucking stupid!"
This is a deliberate attempt to take advantage of this and cloud their perception.
Chen Yang's throat was very dry, so he drank all the water in the thermos in one breath.
"Then the next bus will be the same, two people boarding side by side?"
"You wish." Xiangdong swung his long legs over and sat down opposite Chen Yang. "Now that we have been discovered, the rules will definitely change. We don't know what will happen next."
Chen Yang stroked the thermos cup: "No more deaths."
"You have no say, and neither do we."
Xiangdong angrily crushed the cigarette box: "This mission is the most fucking suffocating one I have ever done."
Wen Qing raised his hand: "I agree."
But he was not gloomy, only excited.
For him, as long as the rules are fun, it doesn’t matter when it’s his turn, he will die if he dies.
The most painful thing is to live a boring life.
Chen Yang thought with lifeless eyes, maybe the one controlling the situation behind the scenes was not the rules at all, but a ghost, or several people, or even a group of people.
Are they bored and want to play a game prank
It’s not the rules that clean up the dead, it’s the ghosts that kill people.
If this is the case, the situation will be slightly better, relatively speaking.
After all, the rules are dead, ghosts...
Well, ghosts are dead too.
Chen Yang shook his head. No, that’s not possible. Ghosts don’t have such great power.
Zhang Yan said that in the mission world, not only the taskers have to abide by the rules, but ghosts also have to abide by the rules and cannot act recklessly.
Ghosts harm people because they are instigated by rules.
After all the talk, we are back to the rules.
Why.
Chen Yang sighed in his heart. This was not the point. The point was that they were the passive party.
If the next mission is to be of this kind, an atypical closed space with dozens of people trapped inside, subject to round after round of rules, then he would rather choose the old coffin and embroidered shoes in the small mountain village.
There are no rules, you can kill any evil spirits you want, but you don’t want the feeling of death like the college entrance examination.
Chen Yang wondered, what kind of ghosts are there in the station
The ghosts seen so far include the lighter ghost, Lao Li, the ghost tongue, and the child.
Most of the thirteen people who died in those twenty years never showed up.
The child will reveal information about the mission, which means it's not bad. Maybe you can try to find out something.
I was just afraid of angering him, or accidentally offending him and causing him to be wiped out.
Besides, he always goes out by himself and no one knows where he stays at the station.
Chen Yang couldn't think about it too much, as it would make him feel creepy.
In a station like this, there is a circle of people and a circle of ghosts.
People don’t know whether ghosts are watching them.
There were noisy footsteps in the waiting room, and Xiangdong and several others walked out slowly.
Figures flashed across Chen Yang's pupils until the last one appeared, and he suddenly woke up.
"etc!"
The mute pointed at himself: "Huh?"
"Yes, it's you." Chen Yang waved, "Come and sit down."
The mute blinked, took small steps towards Chen Yang, and sat down beside him stiffly at his instruction.
Chen Yang stared at her until she felt uneasy before he spoke: "In every mission, there will be one person who gets a mission prompt."
The mute's small black and white eyes suddenly widened.
Chen Yang did not miss any of her micro-expressions.
The dumb man's fleshy lips trembled, and his eyes showed the grievance and anger of being suspected, as well as the helpless panic of wanting to clarify himself.
All kinds of emotions came flooding out in just a second or two.
Not me.
Dumb writes on a sticky note.
Chen Yang clasped his hands on his abdomen and said nothing.
The mute's eyes turned red, and she lowered her head to write very quickly.
Brother, you misunderstood me. I knew that the two groups of items were always placed side by side and next to each other every time, but I didn't know that was the rule. I didn't hide it on purpose.
And when the items came out of the security check machine, everyone was there, including those two people. They were also nearby. I thought everyone saw it and didn’t think anything was wrong. I really didn’t mean to harm them!
There were a few spots of water on the paper, blurring out the black handwriting.
Chen Yang looked at the girl who was crying: "Little sister, you have been trying to get close to me and make friends with me since the beginning."
The mute's grievance and sadness froze in an instant.
Chen Yang became suspicious of the mute and wanted to investigate further, but now he had no patience.
"You reminded me that I stepped on instant noodles, gave me ointment after I got burned, and when I asked everyone if there were any other passengers in 3291, you came and told me secretly..."
As Chen Yang spoke further, the mute's breathing became lighter.
When Chen Yang said, "From what I've observed, you are very defensive and keep a distance from everyone except me. It's obvious that you are not kind-hearted and are just targeting me," the mute held his breath.
Chen Yang said: "What is the mission prompt? Is it related to me?"
The mute lowered his head and wiped his eyes without saying a word.
Chen Yang had already torn off the camouflage cloth and said this. There was no need to rush for a minute or two. He rummaged through his backpack and opened a bag of melon seeds for his partner.
Chao Jian: “…” Can I not eat it
I still picked it up.
Chen Yang flipped through the paper again and handed a bag of biscuits to the mute: "Eat something and think slowly."
When the mute took the biscuit, his eyes rolled towards the boy.
He retracted his hand and refused.
The mute tore off a sticky note and gave it to Chen Yang.
There are two sentences on the paper.
That person was not me, and I did not receive any information prompts related to the task.
I approach you because of intuition.
Chen Yang was caught off guard by this result and was stunned: "Intuition?"
The mute's eyes dropped and he turned his gaze towards the young man again, cautious and fearful.
Thinking of the sound of the cane hitting the bones, her neck shrank an inch.
I have had an intuition that is different from that of ordinary people since I was a child. It is very sharp.
At the beginning of the mission, I spied on everyone in the waiting room, and my intuition told me that if I made friends with you, my chances of getting out would be greater.
Seeing what the mute wrote, Chen Yang: “…”
What the hell.
Chen Yang asked the mute for a long time and investigated for a long time, but did not find any flaws. He still did not give up and waited for the people to leave before asking his partner.
"Do you think she's lying?"
Chao Jian peeled the melon seeds and said, "Probably not."
Chen Yang held his forehead with his hand: "Then her intuition is not working. My luck is so bad."
He suddenly sat up straight: "Actually, she was targeting you. You're lucky."
"Since you're hard to approach, she came to me. After all, we're partners, so we'll go together if we can."
Without waiting for the boy to respond, Chen Yang collapsed again.
"The person who got the mission hint wasn't a mute, so who was it?"
The speculation that had been held for so long was overturned. Once we returned to the period before liberation, we had to start eliminating all over again.
Could it be among those who died
impossible.
Logically speaking, if the other party has a hint, they will take some action to avoid danger.
The "click" sound beside his ear stopped, and Chen Yang's thoughts also stopped. A hand stretched out, with the palm facing him, and on it was a handful of melon seeds and rice.
Chen Yang was stunned: "For me?"
Chao Jian was impatient.
Chen Yang looked at the clean melon seeds and rice and swallowed his saliva: "You don't want to eat it?"
Seeing that the boy was about to throw away the melon seeds and rice, he quickly stopped him and grabbed him.
"You don't eat melon seeds, so why did you peel them all?"
Chao Jian frowned and looked at him: "You want to eat it after peeling it?"
"No, you don't have to eat them. Peeling melon seeds and eating them are two different things. There is no conflict at all. My sister also has this hobby of peeling them but not eating them."
Chen Yang ate all the melon seeds and rice.
I ate it all at once and my mouth was filled with it. It’s hard to describe the feeling. If life is like this, what else is there to pursue
Chen Yang likes to eat melon seeds, but he doesn’t like to peel them. He also doesn’t like to eat the melon seeds that are sold with mixed ingredients. He only wants to eat freshly baked and peeled ones.
Now that I think about it, he used to be pretentious.
Unfortunately, the sister who peeled melon seeds for him is no longer around.
The bodies of those who had died earlier in the station had disappeared, but the bodies of several who had died later were still there.
It will disappear when the time comes.
The moment they died here, their life trajectories in the real world were erased and they no longer existed.
The only people who remember them are the current ten.
The number is still decreasing, and I don’t know how many of them will remember it in the end.
At breakfast time, everyone went to the first floor.
Chen Yang asked the little woman, "Is she still alive?"
"Alive." Xiangdong drank soy milk, "Lying in the waiting room like a psychopath, mumbling to himself."
"In the mission world, the most common thing is mental illness." He said somewhat cold-bloodedly.
Chen Yang poked a pickled vegetable bun with chopsticks and nibbled on the dough without much appetite: "You have completed several missions, and your mental state doesn't seem to be affected."
Xiangdong raised his eyebrows wildly: "Who am I?"
"… "
Chen Yang smelled the beef fried rice on the boy's plate and continued chatting with Xiang Dong, "Weren't you afraid at first?"
The hot soy milk in Xiangdong's throat gurgled and almost spit out.
Also afraid.
The first task was for a female ghost in white to claim lives, and many people died.
The only ones who survived were him, the lucky one who was still alive, and the painter who had a curious mind and discovered a loophole in the mission.
The evil ghost was a classic one in ghost movies, dressed in white, with his hands and feet hanging down, his head lowered, and his long hair covering his face.
Do you think that all your hair is lifted up in front, with only your neck at the back
Wrong, there is hair at the back as well.
Her face and long hair are in the front and back.
I am not afraid of ghost movies, I have no feeling, I can fall asleep, but if a real ghost stands in front of me, I will face the impact directly...
It's like standing naked in the snow in the dead of winter, with a big fan blowing next to you, a popsicle in your mouth, and someone pouring ice water on your shaved head. It's pretty much the same feeling.
The second and third ones were both ghosts. Gradually, I stopped shaking and could look them straight in the eye and say hello.
Seeing that Xiangdong hadn't made a sound for a long time, Chen Yang said, "You must be afraid too."
"Bullshit." Xiangdong said disdainfully, "Why should I be afraid of ghosts? I'm not you, why would I be afraid of ghosts?"
Chen Yang said "Oh" meaningfully: "I just asked if you were afraid when you first started the mission, I didn't ask if you were afraid of shooting ghosts."
Xiangdong, who is trying to hide his true intentions, said: “…”
Chen Yang has no right to laugh at others. He is afraid of becoming a grandson himself.
He used another chopstick to push the pickled vegetable bag back into the bowl. "Think about it, it's really an unexpected disaster. We, those people who no longer exist, were given ID numbers for no reason and we can't refuse. It's mandatory. If we come in, we might die. If we don't come in, we will fail the mission."
"You've never read a novel in your life?"
Xiangdong stuffed a big bun into his mouth and finished it in two bites like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit: "Do you understand the infinite flow? Isn't it always like this, one group after another, being selected inexplicably, those who die die, and those who live go down and continue their tasks one by one."
There are a bunch of novels at Chen Yang's house, all of which he read during school years. There are many themes, including romance, martial arts, and cultivation, but there is no such thing as the type Xiangdong mentioned.
"Then there's no end? Every novel has an ending."
Xiangdong stuffed another bun into his mouth. The way he ate, he couldn’t look handsome even after the wound on his face healed. “Yes, nine out of ten books I’ve read are serialized. They’re damn long, and written slowly. My grandson will burn the ending for me.”
Chen Yang: "...What about the remaining completed book?"
Xiang Dong said: "The protagonist completed all the tasks and returned to the real world."
Chen Yang nodded and said, "That's good."
Xiangdong said slowly: "Then he was admitted to a mental hospital."
Chen Yang: “…”
Xiangdong doesn’t have any sentimental cells: “There are so many unexpected disasters, such as those who were hit while waiting for the green light, and those who were hit while walking downstairs. There are many.”
"Don't think about it. We are ordinary people. There is nothing to say when we can't even protect ourselves. Just keep moving forward with your ID number and try to stay alive."
He was moved by himself as he said this: "Fuck, what I said is powerful."
"Keep going and survive, that is my motto now."
Chen Yang withdrew his gaze without saying anything. He suddenly found that the boy beside him had put down his chopsticks long ago. He didn't know how long he looked at him. He coughed lightly and moved closer: "Is my face not clean?"
Chao Jian said coldly: "Why are you talking so much during the meal?"
Chen Yang was criticized for no reason. He was stunned. Is that too much? He just asked a few questions.
We talk more when we have dinner.
Chao Jian looked at the bun with a bruise on his face.
Chen Yang also looked over: "Are you still eating? If you're not full, this bun of mine..."
The empty plate was pushed in front of him.
“…” Chen Yang silently put the bun in.
Xiangdong's eyes were twitching as he watched them. It was so disgusting that he decided not to sit at the same table with these two people next time.
If I can go back this time, I will go to Chen Yang's house again.
Sanlianqiao is not a big place, Xiangdong doesn’t believe that he can’t find his home.
"Give it back to me... Please give it back to me..."
Outside, the sound of Sun Yixing crying was heard, filled with humble pleas. When he was beaten like that before, he just suppressed his sobs and had never been so emotional.
Chen Yang immediately pulled Chao Jian out.
Chao Jian still had some unfinished buns with him. They were cold and didn’t taste good.
Chen Yang heard the sound and saw Sun Yihang jumping in front of Wen Qing.
And the hipster held his briefcase high.
Chen Yang frowned: "What is this for?"
Wen Qing looked helpless: "It's very simple, it was a huge misunderstanding. I just made a cup of coffee and hadn't taken a sip yet, and Mr. Sun bumped into me while walking. I'm sure you can guess what happened next."
Chen Yang glanced at Sun Yixing who was still struggling to reach the briefcase, and said to Wen Qing, "Give the briefcase back to him first."
“No hurry.”
Among this group of people, Wen Qing is only afraid of the one with a crippled leg, but the one with a crippled leg only cares about Chen Yang. If he doesn't touch the other person, the crutch won't come over.
"Let me explain what happened clearly. I don't want to be blamed for bullying the weak."
Chen Yang's face sank.
"I'll keep it short and quick."
The young man stepped back with a smile: "Mr. Sun's collision caused my cup of coffee to spill all over his briefcase."
"I see Mr. Sun takes his bag very seriously. Now that I have made it dirty, I feel bad and want to help him clean it, but he doesn't appreciate it and keeps crying and yelling at me, as if I have done something to him."
Chen Yang: "How did the briefcase open?"
"The bag is not waterproof."
The hipster sighed, the corners of his eyes drooping under his thick bangs, and he looked down at the man who was trying hard to reach his bag: "Mr. Sun, look at you, you bought something from a cheap stall, why don't you spend a little more money to buy something better."
Then he sighed innocently to Chen Yang and the others: "I was worried that his bag was also wet, so I opened it to take a look, and he started howling like a ghost, which scared me a lot."
Chen Yang looked at Sun Yixing who were in a panic, and then looked at the briefcase that Wen Qing was holding high above his head.
When you first enter the station in the mission world, everyone will still keep an eye on their valuables.
Gradually, one or two people died, and more and more people had no time to take care of their luggage, and they could only carry their small bags casually.
Only Sun Yixing was different. He always held the briefcase tightly against his chest, holding it like his life.
Sun Yihang's unusual behavior will inevitably arouse other people's curiosity.
The hipster was a man of action, and he took action the next morning.
Chen Yang said to the still amused Wen Qing: "Having said that, can you return the bag to him?"
Wen Qing narrowed his eyes: "Okay."
He smiled at the thin man who only reached his shoulders and said, "Mr. Sun, this is a misunderstanding, right?"
Sun Yixing kept nodding his head while sniffing his red nose.
Wen Qing said happily: "That's fine, take the bag."
Sun Yixing stretched out his hands to take it. Under the broken lenses, his red and swollen eyes showed the urgency of trying to get back the life-saving straw.
The briefcase brushed past his fingertips and fell, the opening facing downward, and all the contents fell to the ground.
Wen Qing was surprised and asked, "Mr. Sun, I asked you to hold your bag, why didn't you take it seriously?"
"Now look, it's all fallen out."
Sun Yihang clenched his fists and trembled: "You... you are going too far!"
"That's another misunderstanding."
Wen Qing looked at a person who didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, okay, I'll help you pick it up."
There were not many things in the briefcase, a document in a folder, a cheap, worn-out glasses case, an unopened bottle of mineral water, a small loaf of bread, half a box of soda crackers twisted together, and...
A card.
Black card.
A very abrupt, out-of-place little thing.
"Neither the ID number nor the ticket is in there. Mr. Sun is very careful. He knew to put it in his pocket."
Hipster picked up the briefcase.
Sun Yixing didn't say anything. He snatched the bag with a pale face and ran away.
In a panic, he lost his way and soon disappeared in the area.
The hipster patted his bangs and said, "Hey, I'm so restless this morning. I'm out of coffee. I'll go make another cup."
Chen Yang said: "Mr. Feng, Wen Qing..."
Xiangdong looked around and asked, "Where is Mr. Feng?"
Chen Yang also looked, but didn't see it. He muttered, "I saw it just now."
"Don't mess with that hipster bastard if you don't have anything to do with him."
Xiangdong glanced at Eddy Xiao who was peeking at Chen Yang. He glared at him fiercely, and the man ran away without a trace.
Damn, cabbage is so light, but so many people like to eat it.
"I'm going to go find the painter to see if he has discovered anything. We'll meet at the big screen on the first floor at ten o'clock." After Xiangdong finished speaking, he went back to the restaurant to get some more food. Even if he died, he would still be full.
Chen Yang was thinking about what to do in the morning and where he could find clues.
I haven’t found any other newsstands yet, so I wonder if I should start from the restaurants? It seems like no one has looked there yet.
There is only one sentence in the pornographic book, and according to the conventional routine, there should be more.
Chen Yang walked forward dazed, his calf being poked twice by the crutch. He stopped and waited for his partner and Yang Qi.
He walked closer to Jian with crutches: "That card is a global limited edition, there is no limit on the amount."
Chen Yang didn't hear clearly: "What?"
"Cut." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang now understood that the boy was talking about Sun Yixing's card.
"No limit... Unexpectedly no limit..."
Chen Yang made an astonished expression like Granny Liu looking at the manor. Such good things were out of reach for an ordinary person like him. He had only seen them in the idol dramas starring domineering CEOs that his sister followed.
Chen Yang shifted his focus from Ka to Sun Yixing.
On the first night he came here, Chen Yang chatted with Sun Yixing, who said that he was almost 40 years old and still lived in a rented house of about 20 square meters. He didn't have much savings and all his salary was used to pay off debts. He couldn't find a wife and didn't know when his life would end. He felt very useless.
Chen Yang was 90% sure that Sun Yihang was not lying.
It is impossible to act out the kind of person who has been wandering at the bottom of society for years, forced to make a living and has no hope in life.
Sun Yixing was in debt and lived in poverty. That card was like a reshuffle of his life.
Now Chen Yang knew some information. The card did not belong to Sun Yixing, and he also learned from his sincere complaints that the card only came into being after that.
Who here has the ability to take out an unlimited credit card
Why give it to Sun Yixing
I don’t know whether the person who gave him the card is alive or dead.
Chen Yang was confused by those questions. If he could determine that it was among the living people, the scope would be small.
"Did Wen Qing see it?"
Chao Jian ate the buns: "I guessed it."
Chen Yang thought in surprise that the literary youth’s material life in reality was not that good either.
It’s not obvious from her clothes, she’s quite good at dressing up, but her bangs are too thick, making her look stuffy.
Chen Yang suddenly said, "That's not right. Before Sun Yixing complained to me that night, when Baldy was still alive, he was already holding the bag."
"There's no card, why is he holding it so tightly?"
Chao Jian said: "Documents."
Chen Yang opened his eyes and remembered.
Sun Yixing said that he was on a business trip and if he couldn't deliver the documents to the client, he would definitely lose his job.
He also said that he had finally worked for a year and now had to look for a new job.
Chen Yang remembered that he had comforted himself by saying that the time point in this space was different from that in the mission world. When he went back, he was still at the train station and the train had not started.
Sun Yihang's reaction at that time was no less than being resurrected from the dead.
Chen Yang sorted out the general context.
That complaint was the dividing line. Before that, Sun Yihang cared about the briefcase because of the documents, and after that, it was the cards.
The identity number and the ticket are on my body, these two things seem like evil objects, while the card related to real life is in my arms.
Chen Yang looked at the steamed buns that the boy hadn't finished eating and asked: "Who do you think gave that card to Sun Yixing?"
Chao Jian turned the bun around, taking a piece here and a piece there, looking as if he had a hard time swallowing it. He said, "I don't understand other people."
Chen Yang said: "I don't understand either."
"It's more likely that the other person is still alive. Me, you, Xiangdong, the short lady, the young man who is no more than 100 pounds, and the hipster, all of these can be ruled out."
"The only ones left are Mr. Feng, the painter, and the mute."
Chao Jian put down the bun.
Chen Yang asked hurriedly: "What's wrong? Do you have any ideas for the three choices?"
Chao Jian looked at him, and after a while, he said with a stern face: "I don't want to eat the buns anymore."
Chen Yang: "...Then throw it away?"
"Um."
Chen Yang went with him to find a trash can: "This bun is not fresh, and the stuffing is not tasty. I'll make it for you when we get back."
"Um."
Chao Jian threw the remaining half of the bun into the trash can: "I want the meat one."
Chen Yang didn't hesitate at all, and said in a coaxing tone, "Meat buns, right? No problem."
"The Baozi incident is over. Can you tell me what you think?"
Chao Jian: “I don’t know.”
Just as Chen Yang was about to show a speechless expression, he heard him say: "However, the opponent will show up this round and come out by himself."
After this incident, Sun Yixing still followed Chen Yang closely, with the briefcase still buried in his arm.
There was nothing unusual about Chen Yang.
It’s a good thing that Sun Yi and his group are within his sight, better than not being able to find or see them.
Chen Yang checked every dining place and even turned over the trash cans.
It's a bit dirty, but it's not as disgusting as dismembering a corpse.
Chen Yang used a broom to sweep the things into the trash can. When he found something, he squatted down and poked it out with chopsticks.
Chao Jian stood aside with disdain: "You are so dirty."
"Who cares about this?"
Chen Yang paused as he pushed the garbage away, then quickly started to push it away again, and then he just did it.
Chao Jian watched him pick up a small ball of paper from a pile of garbage.
"… "
Chen Yang actually didn’t think much about it. He was just excited that after rummaging through so much garbage, he finally saw a piece of paper.
When he opened the small piece of paper and saw the words on it, his hands shook.
"Get in the car and die."
Chen Yang followed and said: "Don't get in the car..."
That’s all.
The note was torn off.
Chen Yang looked again but couldn't find it. He also searched the restaurant kitchen's trash can but still found nothing.
Seeing Chen Yang subconsciously scratching his face, Chao Jian shouted coldly, "Go wash your hands."
Chen Yang thought about washing his hands. Generally speaking, getting on the bus corresponds to death, and not getting on the bus corresponds to life.
But how can we survive without getting in the car
Isn’t the mission to have them get on the bus on time
Are they all wrong
The problem is, no one dares to bet on this rule whether it is right or wrong.
Chen Yang shook off the water on his hands and pointed at the note on the kitchen counter: "Are the words on this and the ones we found before written by the same person?"
Chao Jian looked at it for a long time and said, "Yes."
The tone was deep and firm.
Chen Yang looked at the boy in astonishment: "You wrote this first, and then the one in the pornographic book?"
Chao Jian: “Not sure.”
Chen Yang frowned and changed the topic: "Who among us might have written these two sentences? Did he find any clues to the mission that we didn't?"
"It's fine if you just know it yourself. Why write it down? If you have something to say in your heart, why do you want to vent it out in this way?"
Chao Jian said calmly: "Maybe it's for us to see."
Chen Yang was confused: "You mean... the people who wrote these two sentences are not from our group?"
Chao Jian’s silence gave Chen Yang the answer.
Chen Yang felt a buzzing in his ears. This was a situation he had never thought of, but he felt it was reasonable the moment he knew about it.
"Xiao Yin Island found no traces of other taskers."
Chao Jian glanced at the kitchen, then looked outside the restaurant through the food delivery window. He spotted someone and glanced at them: "Maybe not every mission will have several groups of people participating, or maybe we didn't notice it."
Chen Yang didn't notice the people outside. He pondered, "What was the mentality of the person who left the message? Did he want to talk to the next batch of taskers?"
Chao Jian: "Have you written a suicide note?"
Chen Yang: “…”
No.
You have to find that half piece of paper to see whether you will live or die if you don't get on the bus.
Suddenly he felt that the train station was very big, so big that it made him feel irritated, and finding a piece of paper was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
I don’t know if anyone else found the note besides them.
I think so.
Chen Yang went out, pulled a chair and sat casually, sighing: "Hey."
The chair behind him shook, and someone sat down and sighed: "Ah..."
It was a female voice.
Chen Yang looked back and saw that the chair behind him was empty.
At that moment his heart stopped.
"Who?"
Chen Yang plucked up the courage to ask, he seemed like an idiot talking to the air.
Chao Jian took a pill and said, "Let's go."
Chen Yang suppressed his fear and disappointment: "Can't you see it?"
Chao Jian covered the medicine bottle: "It has a strong yin energy."
Chen Yang's complexion was not very good, and the mark was probably darker: "I hope I see a ghost now."
Chao Jian said, "The one who marked you will come."
Chen Yang asked without hesitation: "Male or female?"
Chao Jian had a blank expression on his face: "At the newsstand in the west, you asked me what Lao Li wanted to tell us with the uniform. What did I say?"
"You only have one head, and there are many things you don't know." Chen Yang gave him some milk slices apologetically.
Chao Jian took it and put it back in his pocket, but found that it was a little too small, so he took it out and changed his trouser pocket.
Everyone gathered in the lobby at ten o'clock, except the short woman.
Last time, Wen Qing talked about seborrheic alopecia in greasy-haired men. Actually, I also have that problem, but the symptoms are not that severe.
But no matter how thick his bangs were, they were still tangled, so he tied them around his forehead with a hairband.
Even though the bangs are still in strands, the only difference is that one is close to the forehead or close to the headband, everyone still tacitly didn't ask the hipster why he tied his bangs that way.
When exchanging information, Chen Yang mentioned the note this time, secretly observing their emotional ups and downs.
"Die in the car?" Xiangdong frowned, "This guy definitely didn't make it."
"Fuck it, he can't even survive and he's misleading us."
Chen Yang looked at the others: "What do you think?"
The hipster licked his lips and said, "It's fun. I like the Scrabble game."
The painter's face was yellow and bony: "It may not be reliable."
Old Feng was absent-minded, as if he didn't hear what they were saying, his gray head moving this way and that.
Chen Yang raised his voice and called out, "Mr. Feng?"
Mr. Feng: “Ah?”
Chen Yang patiently repeated what happened and the thoughts of Xiangdong and the other two.
After listening to this, Old Feng was actually a little distracted, and his sharp eyes became erratic: "Other taskers have come here before. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation. You young people have quick minds and jumpy thoughts. I'll see what happens to you."
Chen Yang: “…”
He looked at the old man very quickly, wondering if there was anything wrong.
While Chen Yang and the others were talking, Sun Yixing, the mute, and the young man stood alone, silent and as quiet as wax figures.
"The morning is almost over and there's not a peep in the station."
Xiangdong smoked a lot, his voice was hoarse and he said, "There are no buses today. The last two buses are tomorrow. The bus is T57 at around 1:00 pm and K1856 at around 9:00 pm."
“I don’t know if anything will come out of the security check machine.”
As if teasing Xiangdong, he had just finished speaking and before he closed his mouth, the security machine started moving.
"Quick, divide the work. Chen Yang and I will pay attention to the quantity and color order, Wen Qing and the painter will pay attention to the arrangement, and the rest can do whatever they want. You all have to pay attention to the details. If you miss it, it's game over!"
Xiangdong entered the market and hawked his wares, his face red and his neck thick.
Without him saying anything, everyone approached the security check machine.
The hipster rubbed his hands in anticipation: "Is it a group thing this time? Open sesame."
The security machine gave an answer quickly.
no.
What came out was a newspaper, folded into a square with the diagonals even.
Chen Yang's eyelids twitched violently, and a strong premonition emerged from the bottom of his heart, allowing him to know that it was People's Daily without even opening the newspaper!
He finally understood what was going on with Mr. Feng's weird feeling.
When the group gathered, Mr. Feng's hands were empty, and the newspaper he always held was not there.
Mr. Feng was unexpectedly distracted and seemed to be looking for something.
This is the newspaper I'm looking for.
Lost.
Chen Yang restrained himself from looking at Mr. Feng, but Wen Qing, who knew Mr. Feng, looked over.
That look was guiding.
The others who were confused about the situation also began to understand.
Mr. Feng suddenly became the focus of attention. His wrinkled face was stern. He said nothing and took the newspaper away.
He left without waiting for the security machine to stop.
"Oh wow, is the old man going to die this round?"
When Wen Qing said this, no one's attention was drawn to it, because something else came out of the security check machine.
This time it's a doll.
He was wearing a small suit, a top hat, and a small bow tie around his neck. He was very cute.
The young man sat down on the ground.
"My... my..." He fumbled with the zipper of his backpack, which was empty. "It's mine... It's hanging here. I thought it fell somewhere, how did it get here..."
Chen Yang pursed his lips. This man and Mr. Feng were both on train number T57.
There was sudden laughter from the railing on the second floor. It was the little woman. She was lying there giggling, which was different from the madness in the early morning.
This time it was a surprise.
The security check machine stopped and no longer spit out anything, which meant that I was safe this round and would not die.
"Oh my god, I'm going to be scared to death by that woman sooner or later!"
Xiangdong pointed at the doll and said to the young man, "Take it."
The young man backed away using his hands and feet.
"Don't take your own things, be careful..."
Wen Qing didn't finish his words, and a rare look of obvious surprise appeared on his face.
"Woo woo woo..."
The stopped security machine started moving again.
There's more!
Chen Yang leaned against Chao Jian, touching his crutch, staring at the lead curtain of the security check machine without blinking.
Two feet came out from behind the curtain, followed by legs...
Chen Yang recognized the shoes and pants.
It’s Lao Li!
A corpse was brought in front of everyone, slipped off the belt and fell to the ground.
This time the security check machine really stopped.
The corpse's eyes were wide open, showing an expression of extreme fear.
No one present said anything, and it was unclear what they were thinking.
Chen Yang didn't look at them. His eyes were only fixed on Chao Jian's crutches. He looked dazed, but his heart was in turmoil.
Three things came out of the security machine.
The newspaper corresponds to Mr. Feng, and the doll corresponds to the young man.
The body of Lao Li should also...
Corresponding to someone among them.
What's the meaning
Could it be that some of these people are friends that Lao Li knows in real life? Are there some kind of connection
None matching.
Besides, it wasn’t Lao Li who came out, but his corpse.
Dead.
Chen Yang guessed one by one and eliminated one by one, and suddenly remembered something. When Lao Li died, he analyzed the cause and effect and always felt that something was wrong.
Will it...
Lao Li was not killed according to the rules, but was murdered by him? !
Chen Yang's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his hands unconsciously grabbed the crutch under his eyelids, and his sweaty palms felt a little cold.
This corpse corresponds to the creator
Is it coming for the person who turned it into a corpse
The author has something to say: Friends, let me know that I have to stay up late tonight to revise the previous content, and it will be changed while I am in jail.
The ID card has also been changed to the identity number. I won’t explain the reason, everyone understands it. I hope no one will discuss this in the article. Let’s just move on.
The impact of the change is very small and has almost no impact on the overall framework, so I won’t reveal more.
In order for the story to go on smoothly, please enjoy reading and don’t discuss related issues. Be good.
See you tomorrow.