"Two died, put together."
Xiangdong returned to the pavilion and briefly described the situation in the waiting room: "Half of the woman's body is still missing."
Chen Yang said slowly: "I remember she had a big black suitcase that could hold the console."
"puff."
Xiangdong spat out a mouthful of mineral water and wiped his mouth: "Tomorrow's car died today."
"That's nothing. There are still people from the last shift who died in the first round."
The young man leaning against the pavilion shrugged: "If we start the business the moment we get on the train, then we don't need to make any rules. We can just cut the leeks according to the train number."
He swallowed his saliva: "I'm hungry after talking about this. I like to eat leeks the most, leek fried eggs, leek fried eel, leek..."
Chen Yang interrupted Wen Qing: "I know why he died at this time."
"Why?"
Chen Yang pointed to the duty roster: "It's time to get off work."
There are three people on the duty roster, taking turns on duty.
The first working hours are from 6am to 12pm, the morning shift.
The second one is from 12 noon to 6 pm, the afternoon class.
The third one is the night shift from 6pm to midnight.
"We spend six hours at work trying to figure out the rules. If we haven't figured it out by the time we get off work, we'll kill you."
Chen Yang told Chao Jian the results of his analysis.
"When the security check was activated, it was almost eleven o'clock. The time for the morning shift was too short."
"Damn it!" Xiangdong cursed.
"That guy was lucky, the rules were simple, and he was able to find a friend just by thinking of the doll's story. He was also unlucky, because he was slow to think, and he was still the first in line."
Wen Qing sighed: "It seems that there is really no such good thing in the world."
Xiangdong: "Then put one piece together..."
Chen Yang thought for a moment and said, "When the time comes, and the two of them haven't sat together yet, the rules will help. Each of them will take half and fight."
“… … ”
Wen Qing stretched lazily: "I'd better go have lunch. I remember there is a kitchen that has leeks. I'm going to make myself some leek scrambled eggs."
Xiangdong had something on his mind and kept winking at Chen Yang until his eyes were cramping.
Chen Yang didn't respond.
Xiangdong glared at the boy with a crippled leg, then looked at Chen Yang. Damn, these two people have been together all the time, and it is extremely difficult to say something in private to one of them.
An idea came to Xiangdong. He took out his phone and tapped away for a while: "Chen Yang, can you help me check my phone? I don't know what's wrong with it. It keeps turning off automatically."
Xiangdong turned the phone screen towards Chen Yang and typed a few lines on the memo.
He is sick! He has multiple personality disorder! He is manic and paranoid!
Chen Yang: “…”
“I know.” I saw it with my own eyes.
Xiangdong didn't even bother to press the memo button, and shouted directly: "Then why are you still partnering with him? Are you tired of living?"
The noise was so loud that it seemed to shatter the newsstand.
Chen Yang glanced at the boy with an indifferent expression: "Did anything happen between you and Xiangdong? How come I don't know."
Before Chao Jian could say anything, Xiang Dong angrily said, "He threatened me!"
He was like a little kid who ran home to complain to his parents after being wronged: "I saw you fainted and wanted to hug you, but he..."
No, I can’t say that. If I say it, it would seem like I’m just assisting.
"Delete what you just said." Xiangdong said in a crazy tone, "He is sick anyway."
Chen Yang held his forehead with his hand.
Xiangdong frowned: "I told you, you..."
Chen Yang said: "Does your face still hurt?"
The bruise on Xiangdong's body that spanned from his right chin to his left temple twitched. He stopped lecturing Chen Yang and left. Before leaving, he extended his index finger and pointed at Chao Jian.
"Kid, don't let me catch you in the real world. We are not done with our old and new grudges!"
Chen Yang reminded the boy who had nothing to do with the matter: "He has a group of brothers in East Street."
Chao Jian: “Oh.”
Chen Yang: “…”
Just as Chen Yang was about to stand up by holding the glass table, a bloody head appeared in front of the newsstand.
It's that kid, he's clinging there.
Chen Yang's legs softened and he sat back on the stool: "Little friend."
The child didn't look at him, but was looking at the books and periodicals on the newsstand.
Chen Yangfu was inspired and took it and gave it to him.
No answer.
Chen Yang didn't know what was going on, but he thought of the cardboard in his sister's drawer. He relied on his memory and his nimble fingers to quickly fold a few.
The child's empty eye sockets looked at the cardboard in his hand.
Chen Yang suppressed his fear and looked at the child, thinking that the child should like him.
Is this a lack of toys
Chen Yang folded several more and piled them up like an arhat and placed them on the newsstand: "I'm on the bus for tomorrow night."
When the child stretched out his bloody hand, he took the opportunity to say, "Can I get in the car? Can you help me ask your parents?"
The child suddenly opened his mouth to him, and it was full of maggots.
Chen Yang suffocated.
The little bit of courage that I had forced myself to hold on to was instantly gone.
But he didn't dare to show a disgusted expression, so he kept his face stiff, put his hands into his sleeves and clenched them tightly, forcing himself to imagine what the child looked like with skin.
The nose, eyes and mouth are all bloody, but the proportions look good, and it should be very cute with skin.
Four or five years old...
My sister was very opinionated at that age. She refused to grow her hair long and wear flowery dresses. She insisted on learning from him, cutting her hair short and wearing the same clothes.
For a while, he envied other people's sisters, who were like dolls, but his own was a tomboy.
A smile unconsciously welled up in Chen Yang's eyes.
The child closed the corpse worm's wriggling mouth and tilted his head to look at Chen Yang for a while.
Took away the cardboard.
Chen Yang came back to his senses: "Do you like the five-pointed star? If not, there are also paper cranes, east, south, west, north, frogs, airplanes, boats, guns, and I can fold a lot of things."
The bloody figure disappeared.
Chen Yang was disappointed and was about to turn around to say something to Chao Jian, but the little ghost appeared again.
This time he spread a piece of cardboard on an open space not far away.
Holding a toy car in his hand, he pushed it and ran in front of the cardboard.
I didn't press it down, nor did I remove the cardboard.
But go around.
The toy car ran around the cardboard, around and around.
Chen Yang sat at the table outside the restaurant, with that scene still in his mind.
It's definitely a hint.
It’s not the solution for this round, but the general rule of the entire task.
"Go around... Go around..."
Chen Yang bent down, rested his chin on the table, and muttered to himself.
I can't think of it.
That ghost kid was going to help him.
Chen Yang recalled the first time they met, the toy car stopped behind him and the child said that he was blocking the road and the car couldn't pass.
Chao Jian pulled him away.
If it is not cleared away, will the car also drive around it
Chen Yang remembered that the second time, one toy car was driving in front and the other was driving behind.
The child put the two cars side by side, put them together, and kept repeating "Go side by side, side by side."
That's the information they left out.
At that time, Chen Yang focused all his attention on this sentence. He was looking at the toy car and thinking about the brother and sister, and didn't pay attention to anything else.
Now think back and move on to other aspects.
He discovered a detail.
The cars are parked side by side, so it's correct to drive side by side.
The child’s reminder is also correct.
But the two toy cars did not drive out at that time, they just circled in place.
Just like walking around the cardboard just now.
Circle...
Chen Yang's forehead hit the table.
It has been more than three years since I graduated from university, and the college entrance examination is even further away. My agility in problem-solving has long been lost.
"The skull was about to break, and it was knocked against the bone."
The sound beside his ear made Chen Yang feel as if his brain was being sucked out. He froze for a moment and turned his face towards the boy: "Let me ask you, under what circumstances do you have to go around?"
Chao Jian was eating ice cream: "You can't go straight."
Chen Yang said: "If we keep going around, won't we be unable to get out and just keep going in circles?"
Chao Jian's action of scooping ice cream paused slightly and he looked over sideways.
Chen Yang didn't notice the boy's gaze. He was immersed in his own world of yarn balls. "What about the corresponding rules? What does it indicate?"
Chao Jian took a sip of ice cream and said, "It's hard to say. The most obvious thing is to change your mindset."
Chen Yang was puzzled. Wasn’t the task to get on the bus on time? He had to find a way to get on the bus.
How else can this be changed
Xiangdong came over with a swagger, smelling of curry and rice: "Where did the ice cream come from? Why didn't I see it?"
"Big, lifeless eyes." Chen Yang pointed in a direction.
Xiangdong curled his lips and said, "I have big eyes, I inherited it from my mom. No one in my family has small eyes, so I have good genes."
Hearing Chen Yang mention "circles", he raised his eyebrows: "You want to eat donuts? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I saw them when I came here. There are chocolate and original flavors."
Chen Yang: “…”
"Eat your ice cream."
"I'm just asking." Xiangdong sneered, "Why would a grown man eat ice cream? The more he eats, the more feminine he becomes."
Chao Jian pushed the ice cream bowl forward, picked up the cane, and swung it over without saying a word.
Wen Qing listened to Xiangdong's screams of pain and swore, and he quickly followed the live broadcast with a cheerful pace: "A dog will always eat shit, live version."
Then he was kicked out by Xiangdong.
Chen Yang was not surprised. This scene was just a cycle.
"He said you are shit, why don't you give him a few hits?" After kicking, Xiangdong wanted to let Wenqing have a taste of the cane as well, so he deliberately said to Chao Jian to trip him up.
The hipster patted the shoe prints on his pants and said, "I just spoke too quickly. The point of that sentence was about the dog."
Xiangdong was stunned: "Your name is Wenqing, Zi, Sunzi?"
Hipster: “…”
Chen Yang twitched his lips as he watched them fight, then turned to whisper to the young man, "I still don't understand how you managed to subdue that mad dog Xiangdong with just one leg and a pair of crutches."
“It’s easy to understand.”
He turned his cane toward Jian: "Want to clear up your confusion?"
Chen Yang immediately shook his head firmly: "No, no, I'm not curious, I'm just asking casually."
When Chao Jian raised his hand, Chen Yang subconsciously dodged to the side, blocking with his hands and raising his feet defensively towards him.
There was a funny intimacy to the scene.
"Why are you hiding? I won't hit you."
Chao Jian lowered his eyes and looked at Chen Yang for a few moments, pulled a tissue from the tissue box, wiped his mouth, changed another one, wiped his left hand, changed another one, wiped his right hand.
From the knuckles to the fingertips, the palms and backs of the hands, rub them delicately and elegantly.
Chen Yang looked at it intently for a while: "You also have mysophobia?"
"It depends on the situation." Chao Jian said
Chen Yang asked in a low voice: "Why are you wiping your hands so carefully now?"
Chao Jian cleaned her already clean and tidy nails: "My doctor told me that concentrating on one thing will help me control myself."
Chen Yang didn't quite understand, but this was the first time this person had mentioned his illness, so he continued cautiously, "Are you in a bad mood?"
Chao Jian made a nasal sound, as if smiling: "Very good."
Chen Yang didn't understand even more.
“It’s not just bad emotions that need to be controlled, good emotions do too.”
Chao Jian glanced at Chen Yang and said in a gentle and hoarse tone, "When I'm in a good mood, I can also lose control."
Chen Yang met the young man's eyes, the deep black, calm sea, and he didn't know when a storm would break out and huge waves would appear.
"Then you can't live without medication?" Chen Yang said tentatively.
Chao Jian stopped talking.
Chen Yang shifted his thoughts from his partner's illness and condition: "Wen Qing, has Mr. Feng come down?"
“No.”
Wen Qing pulled down the hairband that had been running up: "I'm going to go look for him. I'll let you know when I find him."
Chen Yang looked at his phone. It was now 12:40, the start time for the afternoon shift.
"Where's the painter?"
It was the hipster who answered. He seemed to have eight pairs of eyes. Everyone knew it. “I couldn’t find the disposable gloves. I was very unhappy. I probably drew circles and crosses in some corner.”
"… "
"Xiangdong, go find the painter. Wenqing, go bring Mr. Feng down. We'll talk here."
Chen Yang waved to the mute and Sun Yihang who were not far away: "Hurry up."
Three minutes later, Xiangdong called the painter over.
Another ten minutes passed before Mr. Feng appeared under the pressure of Wen Qing. He looked no different and was even calmer than before.
Don't be panic or busy.
"Outside, time is money, here, time is life."
Wen Qing sighed: "Mr. Feng, I don't know what to say to you. You are so slow and you don't even let us read the newspaper!"
Old Feng sat next to a few people, his old body hunched over, his face peaceful and calm.
If there is sunshine and a farmyard, it would be the perfect interpretation of enjoying a peaceful old age.
Chen Yang was traumatized by this scene, which reminded him of the peaceful days on Xiaoyin Island and the horror that followed.
"Let's sort it out."
Chen Yang spoke first: "The order of the three items is newspaper, doll, and corpse. The rules and time for this time are specified on the duty roster."
"It's just that the items corresponding to the three shifts didn't come in order."
"Wawa is in the morning class, and the afternoon class now has a 50-50 chance of being Mr. Feng and the painter."
That’s where Chen Yang ended his words.
The atmosphere fell into a subtle silence for a moment.
We are all on the last two trains, and we are under a lot of pressure to stay until now. Our nerves have been tense for too long, and it can be severed at any time. We are in danger, and our condition is declining rapidly.
The afternoon class starts at noon. There are still ten minutes left and an hour will have passed, so there are only five hours left.
If they had to find two rules at the same time and then take the trouble to crack them, everything would have to be done within five hours. It was too difficult and they didn't have the confidence.
If the human resources are dispersed, it is very likely that neither will succeed.
This is something that even children understand.
So if you are not sure whether the afternoon class will be taught by Mr. Feng or the painter, the most correct and rational approach is to choose one of the two.
It's a guess.
If the person chosen happens to be in the afternoon class, and everyone helps him find a crack for the rules within the time limit, they can help another person find one in the evening.
But if the person who was chosen was not in the afternoon class but in the evening class, and the one who was not chosen was in the afternoon class, then he would...
Mr. Feng helped everyone make a choice: "Don't bother with an old man like me, just find a painter."
"Old man, are you okay?" Wen Qing covered the coin spinning on the table, "Learn from Lei Feng's good example?"
Mr. Feng closed his eyes and looked like he was going to take a nap.
"Or, old man, have you actually found your own rules and cracked them a long time ago?" Wen Qing narrowed his eyes.
Mr. Feng ignored him.
Wen Qing got angry and snorted, "I don't care, do whatever you want."
Xiangdong couldn't help frowning: "Are you his son? Look at your behavior, and you're still acting like a spoiled brat."
Hipster: “…”
Sun Yihang and the mute were both in a daze.
Chen Yang was looking at the duty roster, moving his chopsticks back and forth across the morning, noon and evening shifts.
"How can we determine who is in the afternoon class?" Chen Yang called the boy's name softly, "Chao Jian, help me think about it."
Chao Jian took the duty roster.
Chen Yang leaned forward and said, "The morning shift is Li Zhi, and the afternoon shift is..."
"The name is not important. It is misleading information aimed at confusing us. There is no need to pay attention to it." Chao Jian turned over the duty roster. It was empty, so he turned it back.
"The registration book is at the station." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang said: "Do you want to go find it?"
"It's also misleading." Chao Jian put down the duty roster, closed his eyes and said nothing.
The boy was rarely so serious. Chen Yang did not disturb him and asked Wen Qing and Xiang Dong to turn off their mouths.
When Chen Yang was dozing off, he heard a voice: "Mr. Feng is on the afternoon shift."
Chao Jian said, "The painter is on the night shift."
Everyone else turned their attention to him, and Chen Yang immediately woke up.
"Why?"
Chao Jian tore a piece of milk and ate it: "The train station should be on duty all day, 24 hours a day."
They quickly understood and looked at the duty roster on the table.
This is the third shift, three six eight, there is still six hours left, which is after midnight.
Need someone to take over.
Lao Li’s body corresponds to the painter, duty roster, and uniform, which can also be connected.
The night shift is from 6pm to midnight.
The painter had to find a set of on-duty uniforms to put on before midnight, take over the midnight shift, and work all night until six in the morning to complete the twenty-four hours.
Now you don't have to choose between the two.
"I'm familiar with the station. I didn't see any uniforms. Of course, if you're looking for them, they must be somewhere."
Wen Qing said: "The painter is not in a hurry, take care of the old man first."
"Old man, where's the newspaper? Take it out. If you keep being shy, you won't know what's good for you."
Mr. Feng's droopy closed eyelids moved.
He survived his first mission by relying on this newspaper. He treated it as a lucky charm and carried it with him so that he would not leave it behind when entering the mission world.
This time he disappeared inexplicably, and Mr. Feng had a bad feeling.
That's exactly what happened.
The moment the newspaper came out of the security machine, Mr. Feng was ready to die.
Mr. Feng could recite the news from several pages of newspapers backwards, and he could find the extra content just by flipping through it.
It is obvious at first glance that the task is impossible to complete.
Mr. Feng said: "The newspaper is very ordinary, but it has one more story."
Wen Qing's eyes sparkled with interest: "What's the story? Just show it to us. We'll tell you later whether you can figure it out or not."
"You young people are just too curious. Just take a look."
Old Feng took out the newspaper that had turned from a lucky charm into a ghost because of the rules from his arms. It was not crumpled, but still folded into a square, and his body temperature was still on it.
The newspaper was spread out in front of everyone and turned to the third page.
The extra area is marked in bold, and this is a children's story not suitable for children to read.
Xiao Ming Plays Games
Xiao Ming likes playing games very much. One day, he invited four friends to his home to play.
Five people play the game of "Little Rabbit Finds Carrot".
Four neighbors played rock-paper-scissors. The loser covered his eyes and pretended to be a rabbit. Xiao Ming pointed at the rabbits one by one and asked, "Is he a carrot?"
When the little rabbit says "no", Xiao Ming points to the next one. When the little rabbit says "yes", he takes his hand away and guesses which carrot he has chosen.
None of the four friends were having fun and were cheating in various ways. Some of them secretly opened their fingers while covering their eyes, and some even reminded the "little rabbit" that they were the "carrot".
Xiao Ming was very angry and drove them all away.
The next day, Xiao Ming asked them to play the game again. They cheated again, so Xiao Ming killed them all.
The man opened his hand and had it chopped off by Xiao Ming.
The one who made the sound to alert the little rabbit had his mouth sewn up by Xiao Ming.
The one who rolled his eyes had his eyes gouged out by Xiao Ming.
The "little rabbit" who didn't close his eyes properly was made into a "rabbit" specimen by Xiao Ming.
Question: "Why did Xiao Ming do that?"
Answer: Xiao Ming died the night before, and he was a ghost the next day.
Finally, there is a sentence that is quite ritualistic in children's books: Discipline and honesty are the basic principles of being a human being, and cheating often brings unbearable consequences.
Several people: “… ”
Xiangdong: “I’ll go!”
Hipster: "I've learned a lot. I can still play like this."
Chen Yang: "I am traumatized by storybooks."
Painter: "It's bloody and violent, not suitable for children."
Sun Yixing: "This... This is too..."
Dumb writes sticky notes.
It’s so difficult!!!!
Except for Chao Jian, who was always silent, and the person involved, Mr. Feng, the others all fell silent after expressing their opinions.
Mr. Feng’s task is not just to complete by himself. He has to play the role of Xiao Ming, and he also needs four neighbors, one of whom plays the role of the little rabbit.
No cheating during this period.
They have only known each other for two days at most, so how can they have such tacit understanding
The pit is here.
It's right there, whether you want to jump or not.
No wonder Mr. Feng gave up.
This is a prank.
Full of malice.
"The game is very similar to the big bullshit I played when I was a kid."
Xiangdong spread his hands: "I had a lot of fun with that one, but this one... I'm sorry I can't do anything about it."
Wen Qing followed behind and said in embarrassment: "Old man, I can help you with other things, but I can't do this. You know, cheating is my specialty."
No one else spoke.
This is not a joke, it could kill people.
If you can't do it, it's better to just say you can't do it like Wen Qing and Xiang Dong did.
Mr. Feng didn't say anything. Even at his age, he still believed that people are selfish.
Mr. Feng has rarely seen people willing to help their teammates in the mission world, and they are always doing so to protect themselves.
Those who want to participate now cannot protect themselves.
So this is human nature, and he will definitely die.
The air is so tight that it's hard to breathe.
"Is this for fun? You just don't want us to live!"
Xiangdong took the lighter and knocked on the table, making a loud bang.
"You must be sick if you try to reason and use logic with a ghost."
Wen Qing looked up at a row of lights and said, "This is a mission world. Mission, do you understand? Do you think it's like strolling in a park
Xiangdong was amused by the adjective he used at the end: "Look at it from another angle, this mission is not bad."
"On my last mission, a group of people entered the village and had to stay there for five days. As soon as they arrived, they were killed by ghosts."
"You've played the game of running fast, right? It's like that, a real-life version. A ghost is chasing you. If you run too slow, you'll be caught and eaten. If you run too fast, you're not safe either, there's always another round."
"Staying there long enough and still being alive means completing the mission. For something like this, isn't there a way to play it?"
Wen Qing looked disgusted at the incompetence of the task: "What kind of tasks have you done? They are so weird."
Xiangdong looked at his arms and legs and said, "Baby, go back and sign up for a fitness class to exercise. Dad is afraid that you will encounter a similar mission and be the first to be caught."
It would be better if I met the one with a crippled leg, Xiangdong thought unkindly.
After imagining the scene, he burst out laughing.
Others: “…”
Mr. Feng, who was waiting to die: "..."
"Don't go off topic."
Chen Yang said, "What should we do about this, Mr. Feng? Should we play one round or play until we get off work at six o'clock?"
He asked himself and answered: "It's just a game, and it's OK as long as you pass it."
It sounds easy and simple at first, think about it carefully, and wait for death.
Sun Yixing asked hesitantly, "If the little rabbit doesn't find the carrot, the mission will fail and Mr. Feng will die. Then are the people involved in the mission in danger?"
"Look at you, you're so stupid. Haven't I explained the story clearly?"
Wen Qing sighed: "Let me highlight the key points for you. The game was played twice in the story, with the same group of people."
Sun Yixing seemed to understand but not quite.
"How could such a fool still be alive today?"
Wen Qing shook his head: "Xiao Ming was playing a game with everyone, and someone cheated. Xiao Ming was very angry, and then he died. Similarly, as long as the participants cheated, the old man would die."
"What's behind the story? The dead Xiao Ming is playing games with everyone again. If you cheat again, he will kill you, using the death method in the story."
"Oh, by the way, the Xiao Ming who died here was the one who was possessed by a ghost after the old man died."
"..." Sun Yixing's face turned pale and he said nothing.
"Don't bother with me, I can't possibly accomplish this."
Mr. Feng left after he finished speaking, with his hunched back deliberately straightened with effort. This was the posture he showed after taking the newspaper from the security check machine.
Pretend to be relieved about death and give up the desire to live.
No one is not afraid of death, and no one wants to die. It doesn’t mean that you have lived enough when you get old.
It's all fake.
A kind of helplessness in the face of despair.
"There's really nothing I can do. If I were an old man, I would also be waiting to die."
Wen Qing took the coins and stood up: "I'll go make some coffee, call me if you need anything."
The painter went to look for a uniform.
Although it seems that the uniforms will only appear after the night shift begins.
"Then what should we do?" Uncle Xiangdong crossed his legs. "How about I take a nap? I'm sleepy."
Chen Yang waved his hand and told him to do whatever he wanted.
"Sister, your intuition is very sharp."
Chen Yang looked at the little mute and asked, "Do you think you can complete the game?"
Dumb: “…”
Games generally have loopholes that can be exploited.
Chen Yang nodded and asked expectantly, "And then?"
Then I kept thinking.
Chen Yang was speechless.
The mute pointed to the time on his mobile phone and made several "ah" sounds.
What I mean is that there are still a few hours left, and if you think hard, you may be able to figure it out.
Chen Yang didn't feel relaxed. Although time seemed to be plenty, it actually could not withstand the passing of time.
Basically, it disappears silently.
When I came to my senses, I was shocked. How could time go by so fast
Chen Yang's mind was divided into two halves, one half was thinking about the game, and the other half was still stuck on the prompt of spinning in circles.
The former is Mr. Feng’s rule for this round, and the latter is the rule for the entire task.
"Mr. Sun, where are you going?" Chen Yang looked at the thin man.
Sun Yixing was startled and replied timidly, "I'll go find a uniform for Mr. Painter."
Chen Yang said "Oh", watched him leave, and said to his partner in a low voice: "Sun Yihang has changed teams."
I no longer sided with them, but with the painter.
Chao Jian asked him nonchalantly what he wanted to drink.
Chen Yang took out the Coke and mineral water. "It's the three-time rule. The first time is a sweep, all trains have it. The second time is all the second shift. The third time is this time, and the last two shifts have it."
"Except for the first large-scale cleanup, the second and third rules are all related to the corresponding person, his personality and how he behaves in society. The uniform the painter found is probably very dirty, and maybe even smelly. With his obsessive-compulsive disorder, it's unimaginable that he would wear it for six hours."
Chen Yang twisted the bottle cap as he spoke: "Mr. Feng actually wants four people to be willing to participate and be willing to take out their lives to gamble for him. I remember he said that people are selfish."
“It’s all malicious.”
After saying that, he found that both bottles were unscrewed. Chen Yang silently pushed them all to the boy. He didn't want to drink.
Chao Jian drank the Coke with an expressionless face, and then drank the mineral water with an expressionless face.
"At first I thought that what Mr. Feng wrote in the newspaper was a murder case and that he was a murderer on the run. I don't know where I read this story before and it influenced me."
Chen Yang was impressed by his own imagination and sighed.
Chao Jian swallowed a mouthful of mineral water and pushed the bottle aside calmly: "Want to help him?"
Chen Yang was not emotional. He said rationally, "If I can help, I will."
Chao Jian looked at him and said, "Help or not, it's up to you."
Chen Yang was stunned and couldn't help laughing: "Why do I feel like you are sure of success when you say that?"
Chao Jian said nothing.
Chen Yang stopped smiling: "Really?"
"You don't play alone, you need four. I don't know where your certainty comes from."
Chen Yang said seriously: "This is impossible."
Chao Jian said: "Your answer."
Chen Yang frowned and kicked the ball to him: "Tell me your thoughts first, then I can tell you the answer."
Chao Jian threw the ball away: "Answer."
Chen Yang was forced to take a breath due to a strong sense of oppression. He stared at the young man and saw his calm confidence and composure, and even the indifference of being in control of the overall situation.
This made his scalp tingle.
"Help." Chen Yang heard his own voice say.
"But besides Xiao Ming, four people are needed to participate, and even the two of us are not enough."
Chao Jian: "If you can gather enough, I will help you. If you can't, forget it."
Xiangdong, who was bitten to death by the sleepy bug, came back to life: "What can't be added?"
Chen Yang said he wanted to participate in the game.
Xiangdong kicked the chair away and stood up: "Are you crazy?"
Chen Yang got a headache from his yelling: "Don't ask anymore, just call everyone else over."
"I won't yell." Xiangdong was furious, "Is that old man your dad or something?"
Chen Yang asked the mute to call everyone.
The mute ran away under Xiangdong's murderous gaze.
After a while, the eight people gathered again.
Their reactions were similar to Xiangdong's, but not to the same degree.
Some are so fake, for example, the hipsters pick their ears in an exaggerated manner and seek confirmation from others, saying that they have too much earwax and their ears are blocked.
Mr. Feng's indifference to life and death disappeared, and he blew his beard and glared in disbelief: "You really want to participate?"
Chen Yang pointed at the boy beside him: "And my partner."
"Why?" Old Feng's heart perked up. "This is something a normal person can't accomplish."
Chen Yangxin said, I just trust my partner, I don’t think about anything else.
"Try it," he said.
Mr. Feng looked at this young man who made him inexplicably suspicious for a long time and secretly stuffed something into his pocket.
Chen Yang was stunned. He reached his hand into his pocket and felt around, and found three bundles of paper.
Why doesn’t that child come out? Please help me, I’m dying! ! ! !
I can’t get out, I can never get out, the station… I know! It’s the station!
die…
Chen Yang put the note back into his pocket, planning to take a closer look at it after the game was over.
The feeling of "death" can be put together with what I found before.
It is not clear what "can't get out" and "station" mean at the moment.
The child is referring to the ghost.
It seems that he had also given hints to the previous batch of taskers, but the other party did not understand, just like Chen Yang now.
This is Mr. Feng’s reward.
Chen Yang thought that the old man must not have figured out the information from the note. Others were selfish, and he was also selfish. After he died, he would just pretend that he had never seen any note.
Glancing at his partner, Chen Yang whispered, "Do you know that Mr. Feng has some clues?"
Chao Jian: “All of them.”
Chen Yang was stunned by these two words for a long time.
Thinking about it, it seems normal.
Chen Yang and Chao Jian are participating, but we still need two more.
The remaining five people remained silent.
Things like moral kidnapping are condemned in the real world, let alone here where it is extremely dangerous. It does not exist.
Unless voluntary.
Mr. Feng's heartbeat slowly dropped. He knew it was impossible and he would not participate if it were him.
"Forget it." Mr. Feng said to Chen Yang, "I appreciate the kindness of you and your partner."
A voice came out at the same time as Mr. Feng’s, and it sounded weak and gentle.
"I...I...I do..."
Sun Yixing raised one hand tremblingly and repeated to himself, "I do."
At the beginning of the mission, he fell down and only this old man helped him up.
I also brushed the dirt off his clothes.
Sun Yihang's psychological struggle lasted for a while, and finally he decided to raise his hand.
The reason he made this decision was that he was afraid that he would feel guilty when he thought about this scene after returning home.
If the game fails, that is his fate.
When Old Feng looked at Sun Yixing, his eyes became empty, as if he was thinking of someone.
Somehow I wiped away my tears, smiled and shook my head.
It's like laughing at myself.
A weak and incompetent person can do things that he cannot do.
There are three, and still someone is missing.
The remaining four are Xiangdong, Wenqing, Painter, and Mute.
The first two are really no good, they are born rebellious and it is impossible for them to play the game honestly. The third one does not trust the "little rabbit" teammates. None of them are reliable, and ordinary people cannot do it, so he chooses to remain silent.
The dumb one rips off the sticky note.
Count me in (*^_^*)
Xiangdong's three views were overturned: "Where do you get your confidence from?"
The mute put the sticky note in a small bag, had no confidence, and just followed the person his intuition chose.
“This really opened my eyes.”
Wen Qing smiled and said, "Old man, you are quite popular. Don't accuse people of being selfish in the future. Look, this is helping you."
This time I didn’t act pretentious, but there was a kind of envy hidden inside that I didn’t want to face but had to.
Mr. Feng never expected that there would be four people willing to help him take a gamble.
This caused the persistence of most of his life to collapse, and he felt a little dizzy. It was originally a dead end, but now it was half dead and half alive.
Old Feng glanced at Chen Yang, and somehow he felt as if a stone had fallen to the ground.
All the people are here.
It's time to start the game.
The little rabbit in the game is the most important and crucial part.
Chao Jian said to Chen Yang, "Be the little rabbit."
Then he added: "When you point out the carrots, look at me."
"Remember, look at me." His voice was low, "Just look at me, remember."
Before Chen Yang could say anything, Sun Yixing asked in confusion, "We need to play rock-paper-scissors. How can we beat Mr. Chen?"
Wen Qing smiled evilly: "The story doesn't mention when it officially starts. This is a loophole. We can start after the bunny is selected."
So the four of them played rock-paper-scissors, and Chen Yang lost because he was the little rabbit.
The eyes were covered.
The three literary painters Xiangdong were just watching and could not give any hints, otherwise it would also be cheating and would kill them.
Therefore, everyone chose to blindfold themselves and tied a knot to prevent themselves from being unable to control themselves and doing something subconsciously.
The four of them formed a circle, and Chao Jian sat opposite Chen Yang.
He asked Mr. Feng to sit behind him.
The story does not say where Xiao Ming sat specifically, which is also one of the loopholes.
Chen Yang's vision was dark. The panic and anxiety he had expected did not appear, only calmness.
This is weird.
He can’t cheat, and Chao Jian can’t give him any hints.
How can he point it out if I don’t give him any hints
Chen Yang didn’t understand, but he felt at ease for some reason. He felt that Chao Jian could do it.
Then do as he says and just watch him.
Mr. Feng's voice rang in my ears: "Is it a carrot?"
Chen Yang had no idea which one Mr. Feng was referring to, and was undecided between "just say yes and start guessing" or "say no first and then say yes later".
"No." Chen Yang said after a few seconds.
Mr. Feng asked again: "Is it a carrot?"
Chen Yang: “No.”
Just say yes next time.
Just as Mr. Feng was about to ask for the third time, a new line of words appeared in the newspaper.
The little rabbit looked for the carrot for a long time and its spirit became bad.
Old Feng's eyes paused, and he slowly changed the direction of his raised hand.
"Is it the carrot you are looking for?"
Chen Yang: “Yes.”
The little rabbit said he found the carrot, and then he was asked to point it out.
Sun Yixing and the mute both closed their eyes, fearing that their eyes would accidentally move around and the rules would judge them as cheating.
So they don't know whether they are carrots or not.
Only "Xiao Ming" Feng Lao knows.
Chen Yang's vision returned to normal, and when he opened his eyes, he was facing Chao Jian, who looked no different than usual, with no emotion on his face.
Mr. Feng's voice was hollow: "Little rabbit, now tell me, where is the carrot you are looking for?"
Chen Yang was looking into Chao Jian's eyes. There was no hint of emotion in those eyes, and his heartbeat seemed to be steady and slow.
The rules cannot catch any suspicion of cheating, and the little rabbit should not receive the signal.
At this moment, Chen Yang felt very strange and couldn't explain it.
The soul seemed to sense something, and it was about to burst out from the bottom of his heart, and then it really ran out.
"It's me."
As if Chen Yang didn't recognize himself, he said in a firm tone that he couldn't understand: "I am Carrot."
The author has something to say: The game is a big lie.