The little rabbit looked for carrots for a long time, and its spirit became bad.
This is a temporary trap.
Mr. Feng’s first reaction was that the little rabbit was schizophrenic and had a split personality, and thought he was a carrot.
He was very afraid of misunderstanding, but at this point, there was no other way but to listen to his first instinct and change the direction of the hand that was pointing at the mute to point at the "little rabbit" Chen Yang.
Just when Mr. Feng was still thinking, what if Chen Yang said "no" like the previous two times, Chen Yang had already said "yes".
It's over. Chen Yang would never have thought that the carrot he chose was himself. It's over.
When "Little Rabbit" Chen Yang opened his eyes, "Xiao Ming" Feng Lao's body was no longer his. He was controlled and asked, "Little Rabbit, now tell me, where is the carrot you are looking for?"
If the little rabbit points in the wrong direction, he will die.
When he regained control of his body, Mr. Feng realized that the game was over.
The little rabbit found its carrot.
Old Feng had a narrow escape, but for a moment he was unable to move or make a sound, and the wrinkles on his face were filled with cold sweat.
Xiangdong and the literary painter had their eyes and ears covered.
When they heard Chen Yang say "I am carrot", they all thought he guessed wrong and lost the game.
It's a choice between three, not four. How could the little rabbit himself be within the guessing range
No idea what Chen Yang was thinking. He didn't guess between his partner, the mute, or Sun Yihang, but actually guessed himself.
Now that Old Feng is going to die, Chen Yang and the other four will also die.
Xiangdong stood up without taking off the cloth strip and smashed the chair behind him.
"Successful?"
Wen Qing's voice was full of disbelief: "Guessed it right? Shit..."
Xiangdong was stuck: "Huh?"
He pulled the strips of cloth vigorously, and glared at everyone with his red eyes that were still angry and ferocious. He was so dizzy that he couldn't find Chen Dabaicai. He looked around and shouted, "Who the hell can tell me what's going on?"
"You guessed it right. You guessed it right, that the little rabbit is the carrot? Damn it, Old Man Feng, you pointed out the little rabbit as well?!"
Mr. Feng waved his hands weakly: "It's a helpless move."
The mute showed the newspaper to Xiangdong, who had the worst temper.
The young man with a literary talent and the painter both came over, and when the three of them saw the line of small words added to the story, their expressions were all shocked.
"Damn it, this trap is too much, how can the little rabbit be a carrot!"
"The bunny has to be a carrot."
"… "
The three of them all went to look at the "little rabbit", and each of them saw something different.
The painter asked, "How did he guess it?"
"I'm guessing among the three of them, no one will guess me."
Wen Qing's meaning was unclear: "You dare to be the first to stand up, which means you are confident. I will study the game more. There must be loopholes that I overlooked."
He curled his lips again: "It seems that I didn't ignore it."
"So how did the little rabbit do it..."
Opposite the little rabbit was his partner, and they were still staring into each other's eyes. The aura between the two was indescribably tight, forming a group of their own.
It seems like something goes without saying.
Xiangdong didn't say anything. This wasn't a question of how long they had known each other, nor was it a question of how many life and death experiences they had experienced together during missions. This was something their souls had to have done countless times and they had to be extremely familiar with each other to be able to communicate without any prompts, without speaking, and without being able to move.
The young man looked at the two men with amusement, with a hint of fear and curiosity in his eyes.
"Is this something that can be achieved through tacit understanding? Oh, I regret not watching it live. I should have kept my eyes open. There is no limit to learning. This is a life-saving skill."
Xiangdong vented his jealousy on him, hissing and smoking: "Learn? You're learning shit, what's the point of learning alone, do you have a partner?"
The hipster has become autistic.
Chen Yang's hands and feet felt numb, as if he had been electrocuted.
Now his mind was blank, without any trace left, and he didn't know how he came up with that answer.
It was a surging, surging feeling, so intense that he did not hesitate.
Chen Yang rubbed his face, got up and called the boy, and the two of them found a place to sit down.
"Let's take the questions one by one. First, why did you let Mr. Feng sit behind you?"
Chao Jian said: "Block his sight, so that your eyes can focus on me more attentively."
Chen Yang: “…”
"Then the second question is, Mr. Feng was sitting behind you, so you couldn't see him when he pointed at me. There are surveillance rules, and you can't even move your eyes."
"So how do you know he was referring to me? Logically I'm not a carrot option. I'm a bunny."
Chao Jian looked at him: "The answer is hidden in the story."
Chen Yang had a confused face.
"Some even remind the little rabbit that he is the carrot." Chao Jian read out one of the sentences in the story and said nothing more.
Chen Yang gradually understood the message here and couldn't help but feel terrified when he thought about it carefully.
"The trap..."
Chen Yang took a deep breath. "When Mr. Feng pointed at me and asked, if I said no like I did the last two times, what would I do when I opened my eyes to look for it? According to the story, I must say that I am the carrot, but I said no again when I was blindfolded."
Chao Jian looked at him: "The little rabbit is not in good spirits, do you know what this means?"
Chen Yang shook his head.
"If you are mentally ill, you will be confused and disoriented. No matter who Xiao Ming is referring to, the little rabbit can't guess it. It will only say that it is the carrot."
Chen Yang: “…”
Hold.
Chen Yang moved closer and stared into the boy's eyes: "For the last question, you can't give any hints, not even with your eyes. How can I know the answer just by looking at you?"
He asked himself this question later.
Chao Jian gave a non-related answer: "When the game started, the time at the station was still, and it started again when it ended. This shows that Xiao Ming was happy and had a lot of fun playing the game."
Chen Yang nodded: "It's great that you keep talking at this frequency and word count."
Then he smiled: "So why?"
Chao Jian turned his head and looked away: "No reason."
Chen Yang pulled his crutches.
Chao Jian seemed impatient, frowning, and he said, "You saw you in my eyes."
This answer could not completely dispel Chen Yang's confusion, so he simply attributed it to some kind of momentary sensation.
Spiritual.
Nothing else is possible.
They had not known each other for long.
Mr. Feng felt a bit like he was dreaming that he had escaped this disaster. Until six o'clock in the evening, when the afternoon shift staff went off work, he was not dead but was still alive and well.
Only at this moment was he sure that he had really broken the rules.
Mr. Feng was extremely grateful to Chen Yang and the other three.
Chen Yang was anxious to complete the task and didn't let the old man bask in the surprise of being alive. He asked him about Zhijiujiu.
"Mr. Feng, where did you find those three paper chirps?"
Mr. Feng knew what he meant: "No more. I have looked everywhere nearby and there is nothing else."
Having said that, Mr. Feng still revealed three locations.
Chen Yang wrote it down and planned to look for it again. Now his mental state was about the same as that of a little rabbit, not very good, and it was easy for him to miss something. He had to try his best not to miss any known clues while his body was still alive.
"So how do you understand that?"
Mr. Feng did not answer immediately, but asked solemnly: "Have you compared the handwriting on the note you and your partner found with the three copies I gave you?"
Chen Yang said, "After comparing, two of your three copies were written by the same person, but the word 'death' is the same as mine."
I tried my best.
The complete sentence is: Get on the bus, die; don’t get on the bus, die.
This result surprised Mr. Feng: "These are not the same person."
He stroked his white beard and said thoughtfully, "That was left by the two people in the previous batch."
Chen Yangxin said, this is not so bad, it’s just that the task is too difficult and it made the two taskers collapse.
I'm afraid they are not from the same batch.
That's terrible.
"I found two pieces of information left by the tasker. I think they are ranked like this."
Mr. Feng explained his understanding one by one: "First, there is a ghost of a child in the station. He gave the tasker a hint, but the other party didn't understand it."
"The second is that the man was stimulated by something and felt that both roads led to death and that he would never be able to get out. Then he seemed to realize that it was related to the station. As for what kind of relationship it was, I don't understand, old man."
Mr. Feng was not much influenced by the information on the note.
The owner of the two notes must have been identified by the same object that came out of the security check machine as him and the previous taskers.
But unfortunately, even with the help of the ghost child, I still couldn't crack it.
Seeing that the time is almost up, I am going crazy.
Old Feng has seen many people on this kind of mission. They were overwhelmed by despair and didn't want to die, but they couldn't struggle anymore. This is what happened.
"Whether it was me or you who found the information, we have no way of determining the mental state of the previous group of people, and we cannot judge the accuracy of the information. It is hard to say whether it is of reference value. You can discuss it among yourselves."
Mr. Feng sighed. He had passed this round and now he just had to wait for the bus to arrive tomorrow afternoon.
This young man is on the last shift, and will not be on the last shift until around nine o'clock tomorrow night. He doesn't know what he will face, and he doesn't know whether he will live or die.
Mr. Feng glanced at the young man beside him and said, "We still need to find loopholes in the rules."
Chen Yang was so heavy that he couldn't force a smile: "We know."
Mr. Feng knew clearly that it was not possible to exchange contact information in the mission world. Whether the mission participants could meet in the real world depended on fate.
I hope he and this young man can meet again in the future.
There is also Sun Yixing, a poor clerk who voluntarily participates in the game. He has no problem with money or work.
Mr. Feng wanted to lie down and calm his heart.
Chen Yang took out the page torn from the pornographic book and his own little note, filled in the remaining pieces, and placed the other two given by Mr. Feng underneath them.
I can't go back.
Get on the bus and die. Don’t get on the bus and die.
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!
If it weren't for the different handwriting, it would look like the inner voice of one person, and the order would be correct.
Between the lines there is a sense of increasing chaos.
Chen Yang casually scattered them and changed the order: "What are the rules of the previous batch of taskers? Will they be the same?"
Chao Jian tilted his head and closed his eyes slightly: "Should be."
Chen Yang added, "Then in the first round, we also used the rule of "you can't show your ticket to others" to clear out a group of people, and then use the security check machine to collect items and set rules? I wonder which round the person who wrote the note was in at the time."
"Mr. Feng is right. The information on the note is of unclear reference value. We can't focus on it. We will be trapped in it."
Chen Yang thought of something and dropped the note in his hand: "Are they also on these four buses?"
As he spoke, people rushed towards the young man.
Chao Jian's eyelashes, which still had a little gap, suddenly closed tightly, along with the line of his jaw: "Same mission location, only the same mission."
Chen Yang sat back, and everything was the same.
I don’t know how many of that group managed to get out alive.
The painter's uniform was found by a hipster.
Chen Yang felt the evil side of the rules; the uniform was indeed dirty and smelly, with blood and tiny pieces of meat stuck on it.
It looked like it had just been peeled off a rotten corpse.
As a duty officer, you must dress neatly and not casually wear anything outside.
The painter wants to take off his windbreaker and wear it.
The painter is dying.
The painter died.
Chen Yang and others expressed their sympathy, saying that putting on the clothes would be a torture for even those without mysophobia.
Not to mention the mysophobic people who feel that the whole world is dirty.
The painter had two choices: to die, or to endure the nausea and break through the barrier in his heart.
The painter worked as a stone sculpture outside the newsstand, delaying time motionlessly until after eleven o'clock.
"I'm off work at midnight. It's 23:10 now. There are still 50 minutes."
Wen Qing was reporting the time. This was his fourth time that evening. Every time he reported, the painter's sallow face cracked more.
Watching others suffer a fate worse than death is exciting and fun.
"I suggest you wear it now."
Chen Yang reminded from the bottom of his heart: "Mr. Feng has traps, and you will have them too."
"Maybe the night shift staff will leave work early."
The painter's eyelids twitched.
Sun Yixing was even more nervous than him, and said haltingly, "Then... put it on, Mr. Painter. Staying alive is the most important thing. Just bear with it for a while, and don't think about it while you're on duty. Tomorrow morning, take it off after get off work. Then you can spray it with disinfectant spray more."
Painter: “No more.”
"The spray is gone." He felt hopeless.
Several people: “…”
It's so miserable.
The painter changed into his uniform and entered the newsstand half an hour in advance.
The tall and thin figure is stretched to the extreme.
Chen Yang called out to the painter, "It's not that simple. The on-duty personnel won't be as tense as you are. From midnight to six in the morning, the train station will be relatively quiet and there won't be much need for patrols. They will basically sit in the pavilion and relax, even idle and dozing off."
The painter died again.
After midnight, no one else approached the newsstand. They all sat against the wall on the first floor, taking turns to keep watch.
Chen Yang took out all the notes and looked at the others with sincerity.
"What are you looking for?"
Under the bright lights, the changes in everyone's eyes are visible.
It's time to be frank.
Old Feng picked up a few bags and said, "Old man, I don't have any. It's up to you."
Wen Qing's tongue swept across his lower lip: "Does it have to be like this? Is the team spirit going to break out? It's boring."
Chen Yang's eyes were filled with inquiry: "Didn't you notice?"
Wen Qing pretended to be hesitant to speak, and said, "No."
Chen Yang twitched his face.
This guy has a player's mentality, which is different from all of them. He wishes the difficulty could be higher, the higher the better.
Everything depends on your mood.
It is now clear that he will not share the clues he has found.
I also want to tell them that I have discovered something, but I just won’t say it.
"Fuck it, now that you've laid it out, just lay it out. You're still playing around, why didn't I fucking kill you?"
Xiangdong cursed and threw something out.
It is the registration book of the security booth.
The duty roster fell from there.
Wen Qing had a magical expression on his face: "When the painter took out the duty list, you were still hiding it?"
“I didn’t find it then!”
Xiangdong's tone was bad, and the registration book only contained some trivial matters.
There is no clue, it's a waste of time to look for it.
It's just misleading.
Xiangdong still gets angry when he thinks about it. He was actually fooled and became the idiot that Wenqing always talks about.
He twisted a cigarette and poked it on the cigarette box: "Damn it, fighting and killing are more suitable for me. It's annoying."
Chen Yang picked up the registration book and flipped through it, but it was of no value.
Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, he then discovered that the mute had written something on a sticky note for everyone to see.
I have heard a voice these past two nights.
The mute also discovered it.
Sun Yixing was dumbfounded. They were all so capable, and he was the only useless one.
Chen Yang asked: "What's that sound?"
The mute's pen was shaking a little, and there was clear panic on her freckled little face. It was her limit to hide it until now.
The sound of metal being knocked very hard, clang-clang.
But I found that no one else could hear it.
The young man interjected: "The girl of destiny."
Before the crutch passed him, the Foshan Shadowless Kick to the East was given to him.
"You're still pretending to be awesome at this hour, you little mute! Hurry up and stop hiding anything. Write it down!"
Xiangdong felt happy, he finally won the battle with his crippled leg.
The mute moved towards Chen Yang and wrote quickly.
I don't know where it came from, I just know it was metal.
Several people were silent. There were many metal objects in the station.
Chen Yang lowered his eyes to look at Chao Jian's crutch and even touched it. Was the ghost trying to give the mute a hint
He looked at her like a little girl, with many freckles on her cheeks. She was not ugly, and her eyes were like small black beads, round and sparkling.
"What does knocking on metal mean?" Chen Yang whispered to Chao Jian.
Before Chao Jian opened her pursed lips, Xiang Dong shouted while smoking: "What are you talking about?"
"If you want to talk, just speak louder. You're trying to be honest with us, but you're whispering. What does that mean? Are you treating us like human beings?"
I can't stand the sour face.
Wen Qing, Sun Yixing, and the mute all looked over. Even the sleepy Old Feng pried open his eyelids which were almost glued together.
Chen Yang felt inexplicably uncomfortable being looked at like this. He pulled his upper body away from Chao Jian and asked seriously, "What do you think knocking on metal means?"
The young man was very interested: "Is there a pattern to the sound?"
The mute thought about it, shook his head, and hesitantly wrote on the sticky note.
I am very afraid that I can't be as serious as when listening to English. There may be some patterns, but I just can't hear them.
Several people: “…”
Chen Yang asked, "What about tonight? Did you hear it too?"
It wasn’t time yet, both times it was around three or four in the morning.
The mute looked around, lowered his head and wrote a sentence.
I called you when I heard you.
"No, I'm timid."
Wen Qing curled up in a corner with his sleeves tucked in, yawning: "Everyone, I'm going to sleep first, good night."
Then came the snoring sound, which was not made by him, but by Mr. Feng.
Sun Yixing was lying on his briefcase as a pillow, moving from time to time, and couldn't fall asleep.
The mute is browsing his phone and has no intention of sleeping.
Xiangdong was squatting and puffing out a cigarette. Everyone else was breathing in his secondhand smoke. Suddenly, he said "Fuck" and went to pee with the cigarette in his mouth.
As a real man, he can't bring himself to say, "If I need to pee, who will go with me?" He can only scold himself for not peeing earlier or later, but after midnight.
Chen Yang was not worried about Xiangdong. That guy had too much yang energy and ghosts could not get close to him.
He stretched his head to look outside. It was pitch black and raining heavily.
Stop after a period of time and continue after a period of time.
Chen Yang was suddenly startled. Is there a pattern in the weather changes outside? He has never noticed it.
I wonder if there are any partners who like to calculate time...
A warm breath brushed across his ear from top to bottom. He shrank his neck in fear of being tickled, and heard a whisper: "Twelve hours."
Chen Yang was stunned. What does it mean if it changes once every twelve hours
As soon as the mission started, the weather was like this.
Just then, Wen Qing's vague voice sounded: "There will be no one in the station at this time tomorrow."
"The old man will go with the painter in the afternoon, and we will leave in the evening."
Sun Yihang, who was at the back, blurted out, "The painters are the last class."
Realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag, he immediately covered his mouth.
“Oh.”
Wen Qing slowly moved his neck and opened his eyes to look at Sun Yixing who had buried his head on his chest. Such a timid old man, who had received the mission prompt this time, dared to sell information to the tasker and stand up to play the game of life and death.
Really, what’s the point of being incompletely cowardly and unable to be strong.
"You look so nervous. The painter didn't tell us because he is a loner and has no friends. Just tell us. It's no big deal."
The young man glanced at the old man whose snoring sounded like a drill hitting the wall: "Come to think of it, is he the only one leaving tomorrow afternoon?"
Under Chen Yang's surprised gaze, the mute wrote something on the sticky note and showed it to them.
I am also t57.
The dumb one is t57, but he was not selected in this round and missed out.
This was beyond Chen Yang's expectations. He looked at the security check machine in the distance and asked, "Will there be anything else tomorrow?"
"We'll talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow. This is the principle our teacher taught us." Wen Qing's voice faded away.
Chen Yang paid attention to Wen Qing's breathing. This time he was not pretending, he was really asleep.
Why does it seem that everyone else is very relaxed, but he is the only one who is so tense that he is about to break.
Is that why he was marked by a ghost
Chen Yang stuffed the notes back into his backpack, checked his ID number and ticket, and looked at Jian: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Chao Jian: "Insomnia."
Chen Yang was surprised and asked, "The medicine doesn't help me sleep?"
"Yes." Chao Jian said calmly, "The effect tonight was not good."
Chen Yang looked at the green in his eyes and asked, "Are you worried about the mission?"
Chao Jian said nothing.
Chen Yang said earnestly: "You can tell me what's on your mind. Don't be like a literary youth, sorting out and thinking about it by yourself. That must be tiring."
Raise your eyes to Jian: "Turn your back."
"Tomorrow is the last day. My mark will turn black and a ghost will come out. I don't know who it is..."
Chen Yang turned over and faced the festering back of his head towards the young man. He had done this many times and was no longer embarrassed about it.
It was such a disgusting place that he didn't want to see it again after seeing it once.
The bubble on my ear is also rotten, alas.
At around 3:20 in the morning, Yama pulled Chen Yang's clothes.
Chen Yang immediately came out of his doze: "Did the sound appear?"
The mute nodded with a pale face.
Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian and asked: Did you hear that
Chao Jian: No.
Sun Yixing hugged his briefcase tightly, the timid young man sat up, Mr. Feng woke up, Xiangdong put out his cigarette, and there was another cigarette butt at his feet.
They heard no sound of metal being struck.
Chen Yang gently said to the mute: "We are all here, can you try to find the direction
The mute looked up to the second floor.
Just when Chen Yang and others thought they were in the waiting room on the second floor, the mute looked towards the first floor again, up and down.
After a while, the mute wrote on the sticky note with shaking hands.
I'm sure I can't come out, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I tried my best.
The little girl was very discouraged and failed to help anyone.
"It's okay." Chen Yang said, "Are you still knocking?"
No, it lasts 8 minutes each time.
"Do you remember?"
The first time I was very panicked and didn’t remember it, but the second time I remembered it, it was also the same time.
There is a clear time, 8 minutes, and a number, 8.
The object is not clear, we only know it is metal.
Chen Yang wrote it down on the memo on his phone, then lay down with his legs bent. The painter still had more than two hours before he would be off work.
At 6 o'clock in the morning, the painter finished his overnight shift. His uniform was still on, and he was lifeless, like a standing corpse.
His eyeballs trembled and he fell straight to the ground.
The chest still rises and falls.
It perfectly illustrates what it means to be worse off dead than alive.
No one said anything to comfort the painter, leaving him alone.
It was calm in the morning. Chen Yang was on the evening train and the countdown to departure had begun. He looked at the security machine from time to time, and the other party looked like he was dead.
"Chen Yang, I wasn't panicking at first, but the way you look at me makes me almost have a heart attack."
Xiangdong looked at the boy next to Chen Yang. He forgot what he wanted to say and subconsciously said, "Don't you know how to manage it?!"
After saying that, he turned around and slapped himself in the face.
If he doesn't leave this crappy station, he's going to go crazy.
Chen Yang heard Xiangdong's slap and asked curiously, "Why are you hitting yourself?"
"It doesn't matter." Xiangdong said, "Be careful today, the ghost will use its big move to take you away."
Chen Yang's feelings were not much different from last night.
But Chao Jian's complexion looked much worse. His cold face turned pale, and his lips were a little grayish-blue. He knew that the other party was like this because of him.
Chao Jian’s yang energy was almost gone.
Chen Yang was worried but had no other choice but to pray and ask his sister in heaven to bless them.
At 1:10, T57 started checking tickets.
The eight people in the first waiting room were sitting separately, not next to each other.
Mr. Feng and the mute are about to get in the car.
The ticket checking time was ten minutes. They did not rush to the platform, but recalled the details carefully to see if they had missed any details that might prevent them from getting on the train.
Xiangdong put both legs on the chair, hung his arms on the back of the chair, and pretended to be cool in an awkward sitting position: "Do you want to be close to me this time?"
Hipster blowing gum: "No need."
"Look at the car door."
Chen Yang said conservatively, "The door width of the last train No. 3291 has changed, and it is just wide enough for two people to sit side by side, just to remind the passengers getting on the train."
"It won't be necessary this time as it's normal width."
Xiangdong jumped off the chair suddenly and rushed to Wen Qing with a few big strides: "Are you really not from this class?"
Wen Qing's face was covered with chewing gum. He licked the gum slowly and said, "What are you talking about? If I were in this class, I should stand with the old man. Why am I sitting here?"
Xiangdong looked at his tongue and wanted to pull it out: "Fuck, can you stop being so disgusting when you chew gum?"
"Everyone sees what is good, every one sees what is good; every one sees what is evil..."
Wen Qing was dragged to the ground before he could finish his words. He sighed, "How lucky I am to be in this class. I can get rid of a violent person like you right away."
Xiangdong looked down at him for a while and snorted, "You are so difficult to deal with. I don't know what you have experienced in real life to turn you into this."
Wen Qing got up from the ground, adjusted the headband on his forehead, smoothed his greasy hair, and sat back to continue blowing bubbles.
Five minutes later, Mr. Feng and the mute passed the ticket gate and went to the platform.
The six people in the waiting room were all standing by the window. This was their third time sending a taskee on the bus.
There was no accident this time, and the old man and the young boy found the carriage and got in.
T57 departs on time.
The six eyes watched as it slowly opened up, drove out of the Death Mission Bureau, and headed into the distance.
"Finally, there is success."
Sun Yihang murmured happily: "That's great, that's great."
"Uncle, why are you such a crybaby?" Wen Qing said with disdain, "You cry when you are unhappy, and you cry when you are happy. You are actually a woman dressed as a man."
Sun Yihang was confused: "Ah? I'm not, I'm a man."
"I don't believe it." Wen Qing said, "On TV they said women are made of water. You are like this, so you must not be a man!"
Sun Yixing then realized that he was laughing at him and shut his mouth in embarrassment.
Wen Qing left the window and returned to his seat: "There's only one train left."
"It's so fast." He sighed vaguely.
"Quick?" Xiang Dong said with a livid face, "How many days has it been? I stink."
Wen Qing didn't listen to what Xiangdong said. He sighed to himself again, "There are only four buses. It would be better if there were more. It's too fast. It's really too fast. There's nothing I can do. Oh, I don't want to think about it anymore. I didn't have enough for lunch. I'll go find something to eat."
"I don't know what you're talking about, you're sick!"
Xiangdong shouted to Chen Yang who was still looking outside: "Hey! Hey! What's wrong?"
Chen Yang's eyes fell on the platform. The lights were off and the tracks were invisible. The lights would only come on when K1856 came over tonight.
"I thought getting in the car was like returning to the real world."
Xiangdong paused in shaking his collar and thought so too. It turned out that he actually had to take a train.
It’s not the same space, how can I drive back
Thinking about it, it seems like nothing.
You can't just enter the mission world whenever you want.
From the moment you get an ID number, your life goes to hell.
Chen Yang asked abruptly: "My partner and I have tickets from Qingcheng to Penang, what about you?"
Sun Yihang said: "I am from Qingcheng to Fucheng."
Painter: “Same.”
Xiangdong said: "Hongcheng."
Sun Yihang said, "We are on the same bus, but our destinations are different."
"It doesn't matter where we're going, just drive," Xiangdong said, "Do you really think we're going to drive the car back to the tracks outside Qingcheng Station from here?"
The painter spoke in front of Sun Yihang: "Impossible."
“So the destination doesn’t matter.”
Chen Yang didn't know what was going on, and he felt a little uneasy. The more he tried to suppress the feeling, the stronger it rebounded.
It shouldn't be.
t57 really left this time.
Chen Yang turned to look at his partner: "You..."
Suddenly she realized that his gaze was directed at the back of her head, and the words on her lips slipped: "What's wrong with my head?"
Chao Jian did not answer but only asked: "What do you want to say?"
Chen Yang looked at him, and after several seconds he picked up his broken thoughts again: "I want to go to the first floor."
"Let's go." Chao Jian turned around with his crutches, and when he passed Xiangdong, he paused very slightly.
When Xiangdong encountered the same kind of beast, his defense value instantly skyrocketed.
However, the fight did not break out, the other party just issued a warning.
Xiangdong probably knew the reason, which was to prevent him from telling Chen Yang. The mark behind his head turned into a hand, just grabbing the back of his neck.
Xiangdong didn’t even think about saying that Chen Yang didn’t want his Yang energy, but his crippled leg was enough for the other party to use.
Now it’s a gamble.
Let's see whether the ghost succeeds first, or if k1856 comes and they leave.
Of course, you still have to wait for the security machine to drop the dead items.
The k32 and 3291 on the big screen on the first floor are gray.
The following is k1856.
The t57 in the third column is gone.
Normally, this would happen after a bus leaves.
"What are you all doing here?" The hipster came over with a cup of coffee in one hand and a macaron in the other.
For the first time, the five of them tacitly ignored him.
Chen Yang pressed his throbbing temple and asked, "Where do you think the trains come from and where do they go?"
No one else spoke.
Wen Qing took the coffee that was about to reach his mouth and said, "What do you want to say?"
Chen Yang squatted down with a dizzy look on his face, and spoke in a voice as soft as if he was talking to himself: "We all think this way. If we have a ticket, we can get on the bus and leave."
"But who said this? Does the rule say this?"
The air flow around condensed slightly.
Chen Yang's uneasiness suddenly rushed to the top of his head, which made his teeth clench unnaturally and his words sounded disorganized: "This is the fixed thinking pattern of everyone after seeing the ticket."
"We have tickets and dates, but we take it for granted that the rules don't allow us to get on the bus, so we have to find a way to get on the bus, and getting on on time means we have completed our mission. We take it for granted."
Chen Yang didn't know that he was haunted by the aura of death. He looked like a madman, muttering to himself.
This time, only the young man spoke: "Then what are the rules?"
He finished his coffee in one gulp: "What's the mission?"
"People are like this. When things are not going well, they hope things will go well. But when things are going well, they feel that it shouldn't be this way. It shouldn't be so smooth. There must be something wrong..."
Chen Yang interrupted Wen Qing and asked in a nonsensical way, "How did the first one die?"
Several people: “…”
Is your memory so bad
Chen Yang couldn't wait for an answer and looked at the boy impatiently with bloodshot eyes.
His partner will tell him.
"He ran out of the station and was run over by a train outside the door." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang murmured in a daze: "Yes, yes, I was crushed. If you don't commit suicide, you won't die. I said so before."
Sun Yihang was deeply traumatized by that scene, after all, it was the first death scene.
"Everyone was wondering why there was a train outside."
"Yeah, I think so too."
Chen Yang was like a switch was turned off, and there was no sound at all.
Just when Xiangdong couldn't help but shout, he gave Jian a cold look.
Xiangdong: “…” Damn it!
Chen Yang stood still for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at Wen Qing: "Have you finished your coffee?"
"I've finished drinking it."
As soon as the last word Wen Qing came out of his mouth, the cup in his hand was taken away by Chen Yang and thrown outside.
"Hey, you..."
The sound stopped abruptly and he heard a "clang" sound coming from outside.
The cup hit something invisible.
“Boom—”
It's the sound of a train.
"Is there... is there a train?"
Sun Yixing swallowed his saliva and said, "Didn't the train come because the people in the station ran away?"
"If the things go out, will the train come?"
"No... No... No... No... No..."
Sun Yixing repeated it several times, trembling as he said, "Why does it seem like the train was there before?"
"I have an idea."
The hipster said something that made people's hair stand on end: "Could it be that the train is always running?"
There was dead silence in the hall for a moment.
Chen Yang wanted to smash something, but he didn't have anything in his hand, so a crutch was handed to him.
He looked at the cane, then at the boy, and the uneasy feeling he had when running around was somewhat alleviated: "... I smashed it, and you only have one cane?"
Chao Jian acted as if he had never thought about it, and it doesn't matter.
"Bang"
Throw a lighter eastward.
It hit again.
Accompanied by the sound of a train passing over the tracks.
Xiangdong dragged Wen Qing away, and the two of them soon came back with a lot of things.
Everyone took one person after another and threw it outside at irregular intervals.
This went on for nearly half an hour.
After the things were smashed, silence returned outside.
The hipster felt his pocket and threw a coin out.
The sound of the train came again.
The silence outside doesn't mean the train has left; it's outside and still running.
Xiangdong hates this kind of brain-stimulating part the most.
"If you don't smash it, it won't have any physical features. Why?"
Wen Qing stared straight outside: "Maybe it's like water, if there's no water, there won't be ripples?"
He looked at Chen Yang: "How did you come up with the idea of trying this?"
Chen Yang pulled Chao Jian out of the hall without saying anything.
How did you come up with this…
The root cause was that T57 had left, and Old Feng and the mute had left in a car, which was not the way he understood to go back. An idea popped into his mind: where was the car taking them
Can you really leave by car
Chen Yang felt that he had overlooked something.
But what was overlooked
Chen Yang shook his head. A sharp pain made him so weak that he broke out in a sweat.
Not only did he throw the thing, but he also felt an inexplicable sense of unease that emerged from his heart and he couldn't suppress it.
And the hint from the ghost kid... many factors came together to give him this idea.
Chen Yang stopped walking and looked back outside. It was as dark as usual.
If you hadn't smashed anything to test it, you wouldn't have known there was a train running outside the door.
Now he knew, although it was quiet outside and there seemed to be nothing there, the train was running, running non-stop.
Always at the door.