When Wen Qing saw Chen Yang was about to touch the corpse, he stopped him and said, "Let me do it!"
Chen Yang was just impulsive, but now he has calmed down and said, "Then you come."
"Thanks." Wen Qing's eyes lit up like a dog seeing a bone. This was much more interesting than the newspaper doll. He had to come.
"Let me see what surprises there are."
Chen Yang twitched his lips and ruled out the literary youth. Just as he was about to pay attention to other people, he smelled something and the expression on his face changed slightly.
It smells like disinfectant!
The young man paused and then continued rummaging through Lao Li's clothes. The greater his movements, the stronger the smell became, as if it was applied on his skin.
He looked at the painter with interest: "Wow."
The painter stood a little behind the others, his sallow face expressionless.
"Alright." Wen Qing clapped his hands. "This corpse uncle, Lao Li, right? It's yours."
When he said the last three words, he was already pointing at the painter.
"It's just disinfectant, can you be sure that it belongs to the painter?" Xiangdong also smelled the smell, and he tried to stand up for the painter without really caring.
"It's more than just disinfectant." Wen Qing smiled evilly and pulled something out of Lao Li's pocket.
They are disposable gloves.
Both messages are directed at the painter. They are straightforward, clear and simple.
Xiangdong raised his eyebrows at the painter: "What's going on? Is Lao Li your relative?"
The painter put his hands in his pockets, his long hair draped over his shoulders, and his exquisite clothes silently told others that he did not deal with the lower classes of society.
Xiangdong stroked his chin and looked at him carefully: "If he is not a relative, then you killed him."
The painter had a nonchalant attitude: "He is a first-round offender and will be cleared out. Why should I go to the trouble of killing him?"
The young man patted the painter on the shoulder and said, "When Lao Li died, the rules had not yet been issued. You didn't know he violated the rules, so you killed him for some reason. You did it before the rules were issued."
The painter sprayed the area with a spray gun, and twitched his lips, which were tinged with an unhealthy color, and said, "Then there are no wounds on his body, how did I kill him?"
Wen Qing made a "please" gesture: "I would like to hear more details."
The painter left.
"Great painter, it's not polite to leave us here like this." Wen Qing shouted at him.
The painter kept walking, his long hair sweeping behind his shoulders, he was wearing a neat long windbreaker, straight trousers, and shiny leather shoes. He was tall and thin, and the smell of disinfectant came with him when he walked, forming a beautiful scenery in the station.
Chen Yang has been observing the painter, but his reaction has little to do with what he imagined. Could it be that his guess that the corpse came to find the murderer was wrong
If you're not here to find the murderer, then what else could you be here for
What is certain now is that among these people, the corpse is identified as a painter.
It brings out the painter, and the answer lies in the other party.
"He didn't even take his own things. Really, one or two of them are worse than that old man."
Wen Qing picked up the doll and threw it at the young man: "Yours."
The young man wanted to throw it away, but the young man kindly reminded him: "Maybe throwing it away would be against the rules."
"What if it's a violation if you take it?"
"Fifty-fifty, the odds are the same everywhere. I think I should keep my things safe," Wen Qing said seriously, "This is what our teachers taught us since we were young, right?"
The young man was dumbfounded.
"If that's really against the rules, then you'll die." Wen Qing laughed, "There are three of them, and you still have two companions. What are you afraid of? Learn from them."
The young man got scared when he saw him laughing, and threw the doll away because he didn't want to hear anything.
The doll fell at Chen Yang's feet.
Chen Yang took a look, bent down to pick it up, and his crutch hit his arm.
He asked the boy with his mouth, is this thing dangerous
Chao Jian: "Too ugly."
Chen Yang: “…”
It’s okay if it’s ugly, but the fabric is old and looks like it has been used for a long time.
Chen Yang made eye contact with Chao Jian and confirmed that he didn't let him take it just because he thought it didn't look good, so he picked up the doll.
The bow tie is sewn to the shirt.
The top hat is also attached to the head. There is a seam in the front of the hat, which is sewn very well and cannot be noticed without careful observation.
There is a vertical line on the back of the suit, right in the middle.
Chen Yang could see that the doll's owner valued it very much.
The fabric is old but not dirty.
"Since this is yours, it means you are included in this round, that's for sure."
Chen Yang said to the young man who got up and was about to leave: "The rules are also inside the doll."
Wen Qing smiled amiably: "Yes, yes, you have to tell us everything about the doll, only then can we help you."
The young man was very afraid of his enthusiasm and could not help but lean towards Sun Yixing, who he thought was the least threatening: "It's nothing, I just bought it in a small shop."
"Where is the store and who did you go with?"
Wen Qing said seriously: "Please be more specific. We don't know where the clue is hidden. There may be a time limit. If you don't find it by the time limit, you will die."
"So you have to tell us everything you know quickly. You have to remember it even if you forget it. You can ask others for help, but you can't just not make any effort yourself. We are not related to each other, and it's a matter of life and death. Helping you is a teammate's kindness, not an obligation. Don't you agree?"
The young man's face looked as if he had been covered with white flour: "The store... The store is at Sanlianqiao."
Chen Yang originally planned to let Wen Qing ask, and observe from the side. When he heard the address, his eyes drifted over to the doll. "The exact location."
"I can't remember clearly, it was on Xifu Street." The young man tried hard to recall, "It seemed to be close to Dongqiao Gate. There was more than one doll shop over there."
Chen Yang quickly searched his memory bank and found the relevant fragments.
There are several in Dongqiaomen.
There is also a row of dolls in my sister's room. She said there is a story for each doll, which is quite creepy for her brother who is afraid of ghosts.
"I bought the pendant during the summer vacation of my senior year in high school. At that time, Dongqiaomen was not as developed as it is now. Later, I went to study in another city and didn't come back much, so I went there less and less. Now it has changed a lot, I don't know... Is what I said useful? I'll think about it again."
The young man hit his head hard: "No one came with me, I went alone."
The young man interrupted: "Did you buy this little pendant specially for yourself as a gift for getting into college?"
"No, the gift is a laptop."
The young man's thoughts were led astray, but were brought back by Chen Yang's reminding cough and Wen Qing's laughter.
“I walked into that store by accident, and the clerk recommended this to me, saying it was a blind box. I had never heard of it at the time, but I bought one out of curiosity, wanting to see what I would get.
Wen Qing took the doll from Chen Yang's hand, hooked his finger on its hanging ring, and dangled it in front of the young man: "And it has been hanging from the summer vacation of the third year of high school until now?"
The young man said: "At first I didn't care, I just hung it on my bag, but later I got used to it and developed an attachment to it."
Wen Qing sneered: "Then why are you throwing it?"
"I'm afraid..."
The young man swallowed and looked at Chen Yang and the others helplessly: "That's all, I've said, that's all, please help me."
Judging from the first two rounds, the rules are not in the exceptions, but in the ordinary details.
The more common, the more likely.
This is very difficult. Ordinary things are like a piece of gray. Your subconscious mind will skip over them and look for bright spots.
Chen Yang suddenly asked the young man: "What's the story behind this doll of yours?"
The young man was dumbfounded: "I haven't heard of it."
"When you bought it, the clerk didn't tell you about it? It wasn't on the box? And you didn't search for it online yourself?"
The young man shook his head dully: "It's been five or six years. I don't remember."
"Maybe I have searched, maybe not. I don't know. I can't remember. What should I do?"
"Calm down and think about it. You can only rely on yourself for this. We can't help you." Chen Yang said, "Call us if you think of anything."
The young man sat back on the ground, his face full of anxiety and panic.
Xiangdong spat: "You're a grown man, why are you hanging pendants on your bag?"
The literary director said with his hands behind his back, "Gender discrimination is not allowed. What's wrong with men liking pendants and dolls? Everyone has a little girlish heart."
Everyone:"… … "
Wen Qing walked leisurely in the direction that Mr. Feng had left: "I'm going to look for the old man. Poor old man, I don't know where he is, crying with the newspaper in his hand."
Xiangdong rubbed the bruised corner of his mouth with his thumb: "I don't know what the old man's newspaper is famous for, it's as precious as the briefcase of Mr. Sun."
Chen Yang suddenly had an idea: "Sun Yihang's card has no limit on the amount, and it is a limited edition worldwide. Who among us do you think can afford it?"
Xiangdong immediately showed his same "Grandma Liu looking at the manor" face: "No limit? And, it's also limited to the whole world?"
Then the same type of shock: "Oh my god!"
Chen Yang: “… the second half of the sentence.”
Xiangdong thought without hesitation: "Who else could it be? A painter."
Chen Yang was not surprised by this target: "Are you so sure? Mr. Feng and the mute seem to be very rich too."
Xiangdong waved his hand: "Not on the same level."
Chen Yang recalled the painter's outfit, and the RMB figures continued to multiply before his eyes.
"Didn't you ask me last time about the painter's way of doing things in the mission world?"
Xiangdong took out a wrinkled cigarette box and sipped it, then pointed it at Chen Yang: "One and I'll tell you."
Chen Yang took one out and held it to his lips: "You replied to me at that time, it's hard to say."
"It's hard to say. It's very comedic and makes me look like a moron. I'm too lazy to say it. Don't rush me. Ask your partner to put away his fucking crutches. Okay, okay, I've already said it."
Xiangdong lit a cigarette for Chen Yang and started smoking himself. "The painter's ID number is so small, it shows that he has participated in many missions. I don't know about other tasks, but from the one I participated in, he can survive only because of his curious thinking circuits."
"That mission was a female ghost in white coming to take our lives. There were more than 10 or 20 of us in the group, and many of us died. In the end, it was just him and I left. I felt like I was going to die, but he gave the female ghost a ring. She smiled happily, and I fucking cried."
"I'm crying because the mission is accomplished, don't get me wrong."
The cigarette beside Chen Yang's mouth trembled: "I don't really understand this..."
"It's normal not to understand. I don't understand either. Who can understand that kind of brain circuit?"
Xiangdong still wants to curse when he thinks back: "The female ghost was a bride-to-be who died the night before her wedding. The groom-to-be had an affair with her stepmother, so she hanged herself and massacred the village. The ring the painter gave her was a loophole in the mission, which made up for her regret. It was a big diamond."
Chen Yang held the cigarette between his fingers: "Does she like men's too?"
"It's for women." Xiangdong said. "The painter put it around her neck and gave it to her after he pulled it off."
Chen Yang stood there for a moment, and said in a daze: "It's hard to describe his style of doing things from what I understand, but he is very cruel."
"Look at his weird look. It's obvious that he hasn't slept for a long time in the real world. He doesn't dare to sleep. He's not cruel at all. He's just a weird coward with mysophobia, money, and diamonds."
Chen Yang: “…” Diamonds are as plentiful as hair? He knew these words, but he just couldn’t imagine the scene.
"Then do you think it's likely that he killed Lao Li?"
The painter glanced at the annoying third person and said, "When I first found the disinfectant and disposable gloves, I thought so, but now I don't think so."
"But Lao Li was right in pointing out that he was involved in something."
Chen Yang turned his head: "Where is Sun Yixing?"
Xiangdong panted heavily: "I was talking to you the whole time, how could I know where that guy went?"
"I'm not asking you."
As soon as Chen Yang finished speaking, the young man said, "Go find the painter."
Xiangdong glared at the two people who left him to look for Sun Yihang. He stopped and turned his head, and the smoke floated towards the little girl.
"Freckles, tell me, why do you always look at my friend from time to time?"
The mute sat on the ground looking at the young man's doll and ignored him.
"You're so brave." Xiangdong kicked the canvas bag hanging on the side of her, "Aren't you afraid of the one with the crippled leg?"
The mute's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"You're afraid, but you're still looking." Xiangdong kicked her again, breaking the biscuits in her bag into crumbs. "I don't think you're a flower maniac, so what are you thinking about?"
Dumb: “Ah.”
Xiangdong’s purple face twitched. Why did it sound like “get out”
Damn it, the trains behind are driving people crazy. He is a veteran and his hearing is damaged.
Chen Yang was in area C. He threw the cigarette into the trash can. He took a few puffs and the taste of nicotine stimulated his taste buds. He hesitated for two or three seconds when he threw the cigarette away and wanted to continue smoking.
But the aura around the partner was very violent.
Chen Yang went into each store to look for Sun Yixing and the painter: "Don't you like the smell of cigarettes?"
Chao Jian’s answer was unexpected: “It doesn’t matter.”
Chen Yang was surprised and asked, "Then why were you not very happy when I was smoking?"
Chao Jian walked forward with crutches: "Others."
Chen Yang was confused.
The young man asked him to follow, and then said casually in a very light tone: "Connect the two sentences together."
Chen Yang subconsciously formed sentences.
It doesn’t matter to others… Others don’t matter!
Partner can’t smoke
Chen Yang's mind was even more confused: "Smoking is not taking drugs. It won't delay finding clues. Sometimes it can even help to keep alert."
The cane hit the shelf, and with a "bang" sound, the boy's impatient voice said, "Then go back and pick it up."
“…throw them all away.”
Chen Yang was always worried about his partner's mood swings, always worrying that he had forgotten to take his medicine: "I don't have a heavy smoking habit. I smoke when I have time, and I don't smoke when I don't."
"If you mind, I won't smoke in front of you. It's not a big deal." Chen Yang said gently.
Chao Jian turned his back to him and said after a while, "Smoking is harmful to your health."
Chen Yang staggered: "That's right."
He turned back to Jian coldly.
Unable to hold back his laughter, Chen Yang pursed his lips and gave a thumbs up, saying, "Your idea is worth promoting. If there are more people of your generation who think like you, the future will be bright."
Chao Jian: “…”
Chen Yang soon found Sun and his group. There were many facades at the station, but they were nothing compared to the forest on the small island. Once they were found, they were caught and there was no place for them to escape.
Sun Yihang huddled in a corner, hiding his face behind two large shrimp chips.
Chen Yang really didn't know what to say: "You can't hide at all, your arms and legs are all exposed, I saw you as soon as I came in."
The shrimp crackers made a noise.
Chen Yang squatted down: "Didn't find the painter?"
Sun Yixing shuddered.
"The painter is a loner, and has his own set of hiding places, which are hard to find. I couldn't find him either."
Chen Yang paused for a moment and said, "The task prompt is in your hands."
"I didn't suspect you." He sighed, "Why didn't I suspect you? I don't understand. You should be among the suspects."
The man in the shrimp cracker is not a scam.
"The painter bought your mission hint."
Chen Yang spoke softly, afraid that his voice would scare the small animals: "You were the one who took the initiative to find him, right? He smells like a rich man, but you are also very courageous. You are not afraid that he will kill you to silence you."
"You are brave and have ideas. When you approached us and revealed your special physique and said you wanted to follow us, I knew you were not useless, nor as useless as you said. You are very smart."
"Among the new recruits, you have great potential. I am optimistic about you. There will be another mission after this one. If you can get out, you will go far in the future."
Chen Yang encouraged him, and lifted up the two big shrimp strips that basically had no shielding effect: "Talk about it, we have the same goal, we are not enemies."
While this communication was in progress, Chen Yang thought of A Wu.
He never thought that one day he would be so peaceful. He used to have a temper like a soda pop and would get angry at the slightest provocation.
Nowadays soda is warm water.
Chen Yang had said everything he needed to say and was just waiting for Sun Yixing to come out of his shell on his own.
He knew this kind of people. The shell could not be pried open by force, as it would pinch his hands.
Chen Yang tore off two bags of shrimp strips and handed one bag to Chao Jian. The other party did not take it, so he started eating it himself.
The crisp sounds and fragrance eased the atmosphere.
Sun Yixing gradually stopped shaking, and his body language was silently saying “I’m relaxed”, but he hadn’t spoken a word yet.
On the afternoon of the 15th, Sun Yihang came out of the company and rushed to the station to buy tickets. When he went to the subway station, he saw a man with long hair.
The other person was answering the phone on the side of the road. His cheeks were sunken and he was so thin that people couldn't help but take a second look at him. They guessed that he was sick and wouldn't live long.
When Sun and his group were about to enter the subway station, they looked back without thinking much.
Just that one glance shattered his three views.
A beggar was begging for alms from a long-haired man. The man thought it was dirty and quickly stepped back. The beggar caught up with him and impatiently took off his watch and threw it into a porcelain jar.
Very casual, without any pause.
The passers-by seemed petrified.
At that time, Sun Yixing only felt that in this world, some people have so much money that they can't spend it in several lifetimes, while some people hesitate even when buying a bottle of drink.
After that, people at the station started to disappear, and everyone entered here to complete a mission.
When Sun Yihang saw the long-haired man, he thought, what's the use of having money? There's no chance to spend it here.
It was not until Sun Yixing discovered an extra line of words on the back of his document.
—Security booth on the west side of the first floor.
He looked and then disappeared, as if he were dazzled.
Sun Yixing was also a boy before, and had seen a lot of fantastic things. He came here to complete a mission for unknown reasons, and a piece of information appeared out of nowhere.
It didn't take much for him to figure out that this was information.
But there is no security booth on the west side of the first floor.
Sun Yixing didn't know whether others had obtained the same information as him. He wanted to secretly keep an eye on those people, but soon he couldn't take care of them anymore.
Because the invisible train ran over people.
Sun Yixing wanted to take sides. He had been looked down upon and bullied since he was a child, so he could understand the way others looked at him.
So he chose Chen Yang who put him on an equal footing.
Sun Yixing originally wanted to tell Chen Yang the information, but an idea made him change his course. He found the rich long-haired man and made a deal with him.
All the possibilities he worried about did not happen. The long-haired man gave him a card without hesitation, with no limit on the amount, just like a fairy tale.
They exchanged train numbers and were on the same train. The other party said that they would find the clues and go back together. They only asked him to keep it confidential and not reveal the mission clues to a third person.
That card was enough to free Sun Yihang's life from darkness.
Later, as more and more people died, Sun Yihang's vision for the future became increasingly unclear, and his belief in returning home became fragile. Holding on to the briefcase containing cards and documents was just a muscle reaction.
The card was also found.
This led to his transaction with the painter.
Now Sun Yixing just feels tired, very tired. He can't do anything. Whether in the real world or here, he is useless.
Chen Yang felt the negative energy in the man and said, "There is no such thing as a useless person."
Sun Yixing was stunned. No
"No." Chen Yang smiled.
Sun Yixing raised his head and said, "Mr. Chen, you must be very happy."
The curve of Chen Yang's mouth froze. He was very happy before his sister died.
His sister was gone, and soon after that he himself had an accident. The turning point in his life came so suddenly.
The most intuitive way for people to find comfort is to discover that there are people who are worse off than themselves.
Chen Yang talked about his own experience, with some reservations, but everything he said was true.
Sun Yixing's eyes turned red as he sobbed, "Then how did you...how did you survive..."
Chen Yang smiled and said, "Let's go."
Sun Yihang repeated the word blankly: "Go?"
"Yes, let's go." Chen Yang murmured, "As long as we don't stop where we are, there is always a way."
He suddenly turned around and looked up at the boy.
What’s wrong? Why do you have more negative energy than Sun Yihang
However, before Chen Yang could ask, the overwhelming and terrifying negative energy disappeared, as if it was a dream.
"On the west side of the first floor, the security booth."
When Chen Yang heard what Sun Yihang said, his thoughts turned to: "Security Pavilion?"
There isn't one in the west.
"Is it that newsstand?" Chen Yang's pupils trembled slightly.
Sun Yixing wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and said shudderingly, "That should be it."
Chen Yang gave Sun Yixing a pack of tissues and thought to himself that the newsstand today was the former security booth, which was easy to understand.
Public security and on-duty personnel, the uniforms match what Lao Li mentioned.
It is not proven that the painter is the murderer, the corpse only told them some information through him.
Let's change our speculation. What Lao Li saw was a uniformed ghost.
He was killed by the other party and died due to the rule cleansing, just like Bald Old Li.
I really wanted to remind everyone at the platform.
But, Lao Li was originally on the second floor, so why would he go there
He is very timid. Why did he go to the first floor alone? He must be possessed by a ghost.
Chao Jian checked the news about Qingcheng Station within the past twenty years and found that none of the thirteen people who died were wearing uniforms. That happened twenty years ago.
There were too many missions started and Chao Jian didn't have time to search.
Chen Yang sorted out his thoughts: "Mr. Sun, after you knew the task prompt, how long did it take for you to go to the newsstand?"
"No, I haven't been there," Sun Yixing shook his head, "I don't dare to go there alone."
Chen Yang thought of the newsstand. After the mission began, the painter and Xiangdong were in charge. Before that, the painter must have gone in first.
Sun Yixing lowered his head and choked up, saying, "Mr. Chen, I breached the contract."
Chen Yang said: "You didn't mean it."
Sun Yixing buried his face in his hands and cried for a while, feeling so ashamed that he felt he had taken a huge advantage and had not yet fulfilled his promise.
He put down his hand, and looked at Chen Yang with hope in his tearful eyes: "Mr. Painter is also... also K1856... We can all go back together..."
Chen Yang paused and told the truth: "I don't know, I can only try my best."
Old Li died in the west security booth, which is now the newsstand, where the uniformed ghost appeared. The painter was one of the first to search.
Everything pointed to that pavilion.
When Chen Yang and Chao Jian went over there, he had a terrible headache.
When he was a child, he always heard that "a headache feels like being touched by a ghost", but he couldn't imagine it. This time he experienced it himself.
Sometimes it was touched, sometimes it was bitten, the feeling was indescribable.
Maybe this is what happened when Sun Wukong was cursed by Tang Monk and the tight hoop was wrapped around his head.
Chen Yang arrived at the newsstand sweating profusely, and couldn't help thinking that if his partner's legs were healed, he would be able to carry him on his back whenever he needed him, just like he had carried him on Xiaoyin Island.
Just think about it.
It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone.
"It's good that the painter is here too." Chen Yang walked in amid their weird looks.
Xiangdong cursed: "I haven't seen you for a while, you must be going to heaven."
She turned around and yelled at Chao Jian, the incarnation of a mother-in-law: "Is this how you take care of people? If the Yang Qi can't be transmitted, can't you find another way? In ancient times, people knew to take off their clothes and hug a person to keep warm..."
Damn, I assist
Xiangdong slapped himself in the face, and continued to yell as if nothing had happened: "If it doesn't work, let someone else come and occupy the toilet..."
Chen Yang raised his eyelids and interrupted Xiang Dong's words: "Painter, what did you get?"
The painter flicked his long hair, and the flash of his watch blinded him: "Nothing."
Wen Qing glanced at Sun Yixing who was standing behind Chen Yang, signaling the painter to stop struggling in vain, as his teammates had obviously confessed.
The painter remained unmoved and stuck to his previous statement.
Wen Qing smiled and said, "Then why do you think the rules use Lao Li to target you?"
The painter said, “I want to know that, too.”
"What are the characteristics of a dead duck?" Wen Qing pointed at his poisoned mouth, "A hard mouth."
"There are three people in this round. The first two are T57. You are the same, right? If I were you, I would quickly take out the things and work together to find a solution. Three tinsmiths are better than Zhuge Liang. Time waits for no one."
The painter glanced at Wen Qing and something flashed by.
Chen Yang already knew from Sun Yixing that the painter was not t57, but k1856.
There were three people in this round and they occupied the last two buses.
Chen Yang pointed to the shelf with postcards hanging on it and said, "I got it from here, right?"
I'm not sure, I'm just testing, and I deliberately sound certain in my tone.
The painter twisted his hand, which was hanging by his long trench coat, very slightly.
Chen Yang caught it.
When Old Li died, Chen Yang took a photo of that postcard as Chao Jian had instructed.
There was a place on the frame where two or three strands of hair were hooked, forming small wisps.
Very long, thick, and shiny black.
Chen Yang knew that Chao Jian had also discovered it, so he asked him to take the photo.
He secretly compared the taskers with long hair and finally locked on the painter.
That's why I asked Xiangdong, who had worked with him before.
Before Lao Li's body came out, Chen Yang was thinking that the painter had been there before, and he had to get closer so that his hair could be hooked to the position on the photo.
How could a painter who is so obsessed with mysophobia allow himself to get close to the shelves and postcards
It could only be that he discovered something and was too excited to notice it.
Old Li's body was unearthed, and Chen Yang felt that what the painter had discovered was most likely related to subduing ghosts.
Rules related to tasks.
"Judging from your mental state, it seems that you have obtained the thing but cannot find any clues." Wen Qing said.
Chen Yang looked over when he heard the sound and saw that the artery on the painter's neck was beating faster.
"You didn't expect that you would be in this round." Wen Qing laughed, "Don't think that just because the corpse corresponding to you is the third one to appear, you won't be the first to die. It's hard to say."
The painter remained unmoved.
Wen Qing and Xiangdong looked at each other and took action!
The painter immediately threw a piece of paper onto the glass counter.
It's a duty roster.
The painter can spend money and bend and stretch, he is a character, and he will leave as soon as the duty list is thrown away.
Xiang Dong's face turned green as he yelled, "What the hell, just one copy? What's the point of tearing it off? Leave the whole book to me!"
The painter also yelled: "It's gone!"
Very angry.
Sun Yihang chased after him and apologized.
There are three people on the duty roster.
They are time, work number, and name.
Chen Yang stood with Chao Jian, Wen Qing stood next to Xiang Dong, and all four of them were looking at the duty roster.
The rules sent Lao Li's body in, the painter in the circle, and then to this step, are all part of the task.
Giving information will only make it more difficult.
We are not fools. We know that this mission seems to be a round with different rules, separate and scattered, without any pattern, but in fact, it can be summarized as just one.
- Try every possible means to prevent them from getting on the bus, in waves, and set up various traps to block them.
Obviously, it's just that bloody and hardcore.
The moment you get on the bus, you should be back to the real world.
Chen Yang sighed. The ghosts in the station missed the train and couldn’t leave, but they wouldn’t let them leave either.
He plays games without showing his face, and plays with people's hearts and human nature with all his malicious intent.
These are the two most difficult things to figure out.
I don’t know if they have any unfulfilled wishes. Can they send a representative to give them a chance to communicate
He really wants to meet the one who tagged him, and he hopes it's a male ghost.
The game goes on.
I really don’t know how many people will get on the bus in the end.
The uniformed ghost is most likely one of the three on-duty personnel, but unfortunately their cell phones have no signal and they cannot search online.
You can only start with three items and guess.
Chen Yang sat weakly on the stool, propped his hands on the glass counter, and glanced at the duty list: "Where is Mr. Feng?"
"You are not allowed to read newspapers in the waiting room."
Wen Qing took a photo of the duty roster with his phone: "I can't save him even if I want to, he's an old stubborn man."
Chen Yang frowned. The old man is an old man, he must know the seriousness of the matter. It was so unusual. He didn't know what the newspaper was related to, and he didn't want to tell anyone.
"And the young man?"
“I’m here…” The young man raised his hand outside the pavilion, looking like he had aged by 40 or 50 years, all his vitality gone.
Chen Yang found that the mute was also there: "Have you thought about the story of the doll?"
The young man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, the more anxious I am, the less I can think of... Maybe there is no story. I should not have bought it if I had known. I should not have bought it... I was going to throw it away and buy a new one two years ago. Why didn't I throw it away..."
He spoke incoherently and gave up on himself.
Chen Yang looked at the mute.
The mute huddled her hands in front of her body and waved them at Chen Yang. She had been obsessed with blind boxes in the past two years and had bought a lot of them. She had just thought about it carefully in the hall, but couldn't think of this kind of thing. She was helpless.
Chen Yang looked at the desperate young man and tried to recall what his sister had told him about the doll. It was not all at once, but intermittently and in bits and pieces.
It's a mess in a short while.
The festering area behind Chen Yang's head hurt again, the pain was rising straight up, as if countless worms were drilling into his skull, it was difficult for him to concentrate even a little.
"Dolls are basically from the same series, right?"
Chen Yang's pale and blue face showed a thoughtful expression: "Should I find a friend?"
"In the supermarket?"
Wen Qing disagrees with this speculation: "This was the case in the last round. One item in the supermarket corresponded to one area and one location. This round is unlikely to continue."
"But I don't have any other ideas right now. You have to go find it."
The young man patted the young man on the back and said, "Since you are so miserable, I will help you run a district."
"Thank you, thank you!" The young man cried with joy.
The mute went there too.
Chen Yang was looking at Wen Qing's back.
Xiangdong asked suspiciously, "Why is that bitch so kind?"
"Which train is he on? I seriously suspect he's on T57!"
Chen Yang fell onto the glass table and fainted.
Xiang Dong got anxious and swung the crutch before he could reach out his hand, and then he was knocked out.
"I..."
The cursing stopped abruptly, and Xiangdong glared at the medicine bottle in the boy's hand.
"Depressants, multiple personality disorder, mainly manic and paranoid, an old problem." The boy said, "My condition has worsened now. I have to take it three times a day instead of twice a day. I haven't taken the lunch today yet."
Xiangdong's eyes twitched fiercely, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with his thick Adam's apple rolling.
Damn, he's really a psycho!
Chao Jian put the medicine bottle back into his pocket, lowered his eyes to look at Chen Yang who had fainted from the pain, and did not move for a long time.
Xiangdong didn't know what the man with the disabled leg had done, so he was kind enough to help the guy find another area to return to the pavilion, and found that Chen Yang had regained consciousness.
The ghost energy that had been surging was temporarily suppressed.
Chen Yang saw Dong staring at him strangely. He touched his face and sweated: "How is it?"
Xiangdong and several others said that they had searched all the supermarkets but couldn't find dolls from the same series.
Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian. It seemed that the other party's attention was not as good as his. There was a heavy shadow between his brows. No one knew what he was thinking.
He looked at the young man again: "No information about the doll to add?"
The young man said no, and it didn’t seem like he was hiding anything.
The hipster played a coin toss: "Dude, the first thing that came out was the newspaper, and you were the second. The old man was still in the waiting room, and the painter behind you was looking for disposable gloves to stock up, and you were the one who was in a hurry."
Young people can't relax at all.
Chen Yang moved his bleeding lips: "Could it be that my thinking is wrong?"
He glanced at the young man and said, "Isn't it to find a friend for the doll? Is it for you?"
The young man was confused: "Look for me? You are the only ones in the station, and I don't know any of you."
"Have any of your friends ever had an accident at this station? I'm talking about the real Qingcheng Station."
"No."
The young man suddenly shouted: "I, I, I! I remember!"
"There is a story, there is a story!" He held up his pendant and said loudly, "This doll has a good friend!"
Xiangdong hates dolls the most. They look just like people and give him goosebumps. "Keep your voice down!"
Chen Yang asked the young man, "What good friends?"
"It has a friend." The young man said hesitantly, "It's a cartoon. I don't remember the story, but I know there is a friend and the two of them should be inseparable."
"Am I late to think of it now? It's my fault for not thinking of it earlier. I almost thought of it a few times, but I ignored it subconsciously. I was scared, and I blamed it. I was really scared..."
"Then you should find a good friend for your doll?"
Chen Yang's forehead was sweating, his features twisted in pain, and he instinctively reached out to the boy with the strongest Yang energy. When an arm was stretched out, he grabbed it: "No, last round, the object was the passenger. I think it's the same this time. The doll represents you."
"It's you who's looking for good friends," he said.
"How could this happen? It shouldn't be me, right?"
The young man grabbed his hair with both hands: "My good friends are not here, where can I find them..."
Xiangdong who was standing by suddenly asked, "Could it be someone on the same train?"
Chen Yang took a short breath, stood up and sat back down: "Second floor... Go quickly, it's that lady... Quickly... Stay with her, don't separate, go quickly!"
The young man panicked and ran to the second floor.
Wen Qing said, "Aren't there an old man and a painter on the same train? She didn't get any of the three things, so how could it be related to her?"
Xiang Dong said: "The old man has the newspaper, the painter has the corpse, and they both have their own way to crack the task."
"That woman is crazy. She doesn't even stay with us. She releases a curse whenever we pass by her. I'm afraid she'll bite me. There's no rabies vaccine here."
Wen Qing was mumbling to himself and also pulled Xiangdong to mumble with him.
"Stop pushing it."
Chen Yang looked like he had been fished out of the water. His face had lost all color and was as cold as white porcelain. Unable to sit still, he lay down on the glass table again.
Then the crutch "sent" Wen Qing and Xiangdong out.
On the second floor, the young man rushed up and the woman was not in the aisle.
"Where did you go? Why aren't you here? Damn it! You're killing me!"
The mute following behind him pointed at the fifth waiting room and said "ah".
The moment the young man ran to the door, half of his body was gone.
The other side is gone.
The mute fell down against the wall. Seeing half of her body lying on the ground, she trembled, covered her mouth and crawled into the fifth waiting room.
A figure sat on a chair with his back to the door.
On the left is the small woman, on the right is the young man.
They are two halves of the body put together.
"Dead?"
Wen Qing walked out of the aisle, looked at the dumb man who was crying with fear, and then looked at the half of the body: "That can't be blamed on others. It's his own fault for not thinking of it earlier. His rules this time are so simple, I envy him."
Xiangdong came over from behind Wen Qing and asked: "Where is the remaining half of the body?"
He looked into the waiting room: "Why are you fighting like this? You don't need to do this to meet up with friends, right?"
Wen Qing walked eastward into the waiting room and found two tickets on the two halves of the body.
T57, hard seat No. 18 in carriage 11.
T57, hard seat No. 19 in carriage 11.
Two-seater.