ID No. 019

Chapter 36: Passengers, please take note

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Chen Yang sat down in a dining area, lying on a long semicircular table. He was wet all over, as if he had just taken a shower and had not wiped himself off.

I took a cold shower, with buckets of ice poured over my head, and my feet were placed in a basin of ice. I felt freezing cold from the inside out, and my body was covered with goose bumps.

What exactly have you overlooked? Think about it again.

The calf was hit by the cane, and Chen Yang heard a voice in his ear saying, "I want to touch you."

A casual tone.

Chen Yang turned around and looked at the boy in a daze: "Ah? What? Touch me? Where do you want to touch me?"

Chao Jian pointed at the back of his head: "This."

Chen Yang then realized that it was a mark for him, so he said, "Then touch it."

As he said this, he lowered his head cooperatively, revealing the festering wounds in his short, stiff hair, and the back of his neck that had been strangled by the ghost hand.

He looked at that neck for a while, pursed his lips, and a fierce shadow gathered between his brows.

The young man placed his palm, which was full of pure yang energy, on it, moved it upwards while rubbing against the damp and cold skin, then clasped it and tightened his five fingers.

The smaller ghost handprint was completely gathered between his fingers.

Chen Yang felt as if his head was burning, with a burning pain as if his skin was torn apart. His black face became distorted and a suppressed sound of pain came from his throat.

"Why do I seem to hear a woman screaming?"

He realized belatedly: "Is it the one that marked me? A female one? A female ghost?"

It’s over, it’s a female ghost.

When Chen Yang's consciousness was shattered, a ghost appeared in his peripheral vision, and his eyes, which were about to close, suddenly widened.

It's her!

It’s that auntie!

At that time, they were in the water room and she asked him to help get the cups.

It is a thermos cup for children.

child…

That ghost child? Are they mother and son

The next moment, Chen Yang saw a large blood stain on his aunt's belly, which was seeping out from her loose clothes, dripping with blood.

"Could it be that she marked me..."

Chen Yang's pupils constricted as he muttered to himself, his mother wanted to harm him, and his son helped her

The relationship between mother and son is not good

Blood clots had started to form in my aunt's stomach, and pieces of them were falling to the ground, sticking to her clothes.

“Hahahahahaha!”

There was a burst of almost crazy laughter in the hall, and Chen Yang was so frightened that his heart stopped beating and he fainted.

The hipster was immersed in a state of extreme happiness. He lay on the security check machine and looked outside, laughing as he watched.

"What a great discovery!"

"So there's a train at the door. I didn't expect that. Why didn't I expect that? I should have thought of it earlier."

"Yes, I should have thought of it. I was just a little late. Really, he got there before me. It was just an accident."

"Anyway, now you know, the train keeps running, running and running, just like that, running and running."

Wen Qing twirled a finger around on the security machine: "Great, great, hehe, very good."

“Wonderful, really wonderful.”

The young man clapped his hands with the corners of his mouth tilted, shook his head, and repeated those words over and over again.

Sun Yixing was so frightened by what he saw that he stepped back, staggered unsteadily and fell to the ground. He kicked his legs to move backwards and uttered a few sounds through his lips.

"He... he is... what the hell... what happened? Is he possessed by a ghost?"

Xiangdong exhaled a breath of foul air: "It's normal to be a tasker for the first time. You can get out alive this time, but you will see something like this next time."

"This is called insanity, one of the occupational diseases of taskers."

This is the first one, and if they don’t leave, there will be a second one soon.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, 40 minutes after the departure of T57.

The remaining six people gathered in the study on the first floor. Some were sitting, some were standing, and some were lying down. They had different physical skills and different psychological and mental conditions.

The painter had just got off work in the morning, and he felt like he was living a life worse than death.

Now the situation has become that to be alive is to be dead.

People who are not mysophobic don’t understand.

The painter's body had been in direct contact with the corpse's uniform for a long time, and he couldn't take a shower or have any spray, so he was reaching his limit.

Now he has lost the ability to think as a living person.

Chen Yang's condition was as miserable as that of the painter, and he looked completely depressed.

Sad and gloomy.

"Get excited!"

Xiangdong slammed his fist on the table: "It hasn't come to that yet, don't be so fucking dead!"

"Isn't there a new discovery? I'm a rough man and I don't understand what the train at the door has to do with the mission. Who can tell me?"

The young man laughed disdainfully: "A rough person? A mentally retarded person is a mentally retarded person."

"Fuck off!"

As usual, Xiangdong was still exchanging words with the literary youths, but the atmosphere did not liven up and remained stagnant.

Chen Yang was lying on the sofa by the wall, one hand on his abdomen and the other hand pulling the fake flower ball in the vase on the small round table.

After the first one is run over, if you throw something out...

That's impossible. The mission had just begun and I couldn't think of this at all.

If t57 doesn't move, he won't doubt where the car came from or where the passengers are going.

The mission itself would not have been doubted and overturned by him so quickly, and he was still struggling with the meaning of going in circles.

It may take some time to think about this later.

Chen Yang shifted the force in his hand and tore the bouquet into pieces. He pinched the small half in his hand and asked a casual question.

"How did the second one die?"

"Mutilated."

Xiangdong saw that Chen Baicai had finally made a sound, so he continued, "They were stuffed into a large white plastic bucket, one piece upon another, one layer upon another, like pickled meat, sticking to the bucket."

The young man leaning against the wall suddenly stood up straight: "Cylinder, a big barrel, round."

He said something without thinking: "The one behind is staring at the door, moving back and forth."

Chen Yang stopped talking.

"Why are they all dead again?"

As soon as the roar behind Xiangdong stopped, he looked outside the bookstore and saw that the security check had been activated

He cursed under his breath, ran out to take a look, and immediately roared, "Fuck, it really moved, something came out!"

Three chain links.

Thicker than a bicycle one.

The young man leaned in to study: "What is this on? Why can't I tell? Am I just ignorant?"

"What does the chain correspond to? Three people?"

Xiangdong touched his chin and asked: "Who among you is engaged in work related to this thing?"

He pointed at Sun Yihang and asked, "Is it you?"

Sun Yixing shook his head innocently and said, "No, my company is in logistics."

Xiangdong glared: "That must be you!"

Sun Yixing's face turned pale.

"Why scare him?" Wen Qing patted him on the back and said kindly, "Don't be afraid, I don't understand."

Sun Yixing timidly dodged Wen Qing's hand, and felt that Xiangdong's ferocious look was better.

Chen Yang was about to talk to Chao Jian when he accidentally caught a glimpse of something. His body paused, his eyes gradually changed from confusion to weirdness, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Why did the item come out of the security check machine?"

No one spoke.

Chen Yang said to himself: "What else? Where else can I get out?"

Then he asked himself and answered himself: "It can appear out of thin air, or fall down, so why must it come out of the security check machine?"

Chen Yang squatted down and looked at the security inspection machine belt: "Because the belt is circular."

The ghost child was spinning in circles in front of Chen Yang, probably because of the rules, just like he was reminding the previous batch of taskers.

Otherwise he would have been wiped out long ago.

The knocking sound heard by the mute at around 3 a.m., the details of the deaths of some passengers, the belt of the security check machine that takes out items every time...

They are all hints.

The rules have been reminding them.

There are rules behind the rules.

Chen Yang's facial muscles were so stiff that he couldn't make any expression.

What Wu Yu said popped up in his mind: you should follow the rules, but don't trust them too much.

When Chen Yang said this, the five people next to the security check machine had different reactions.

Chao Jian was calm, the painter seemed not to have heard anything, the literary youth was breathing rapidly and touching his belt, and Sun Yixing and Xiangdong were behaving normally.

Sun Yihang was staggering, doubting his life: "What about the deaths of others..."

"Do you still want to give hints every time?"

Xiangdong spat with an unpleasant expression: "Damn it, so at the beginning, middle, and end of the mission, we ignored all the hints."

"The rules keep telling us about loops." Xiangdong looked at Chen Yang, "What does loop mean?"

Chen Yang said: "The key to the mission is at the station."

“This is the starting point and the end point.”

Xiangdong spit on the decryption link for the nth time: "The ticket is misleading?"

This time Chen Yang didn't say anything.

The hipster stood up, smoothing his oily bangs and letting them stick to his headband: "That's not appropriate. We can leave if we get on the bus on time."

"The old man and the little mute got on the car and left safely, didn't they?"

To the east, the grass is long.

Sun Yihang next to him said tentatively: "Wouldn't it be considered completing the mission if we leave the station by car?"

"Uncle, look at your memory. Didn't the handsome guy say that everyone thinks that if you have a ticket, a date, and a train number, you have to get on the train during the ticket inspection time. The rules don't say that this is the task. It's purely our own wishful thinking and fantasy. Oh, right, we took it for granted."

Wen Qing grinned at Chen Yang, looking for praise: "Handsome guy, that's what you said, I remember it."

Chen Yang didn't show any expression. He had long given up observing Wen Qing. There were only loopholes and nothing he could do.

It is a blessing that such a person is not an enemy.

"In fact, we who are still at the station don't know whether the two people in T57 have returned or not..."

Sun Yihang hesitated.

“That’s right!”

The young man said with admiration: "Uncle, you found the Huadian! That's great!"

Sun Yixing shrugged, "Really?"

"Yeah, yeah, although the handsome guy revealed the cycle in the rules, I think the mission is at the station, but I don't know anything else."

Wen Qing said: "Maybe the so-called loop means that the train has to circle a few more times before it can leave."

"It's impossible for people in the real world to get in touch with us. Maybe the old man and the mute are lying at home now."

Chen Yang glanced at Wen Qing: "Stop making trouble."

Wen Qing curled his lips in injustice: "No way, I just followed what the uncle said, the result is not clear, it's 50-50, who can say for sure."

Chen Yang glanced at Sun Yihang who was influenced by Wen Qing, and said seriously: "The starting point is the end point, that's right, the way to leave is at the station."

Sun Yixing lowered his head to wipe the broken lenses, put them back on, looked at Chen Yang in the fragmented world, and opened his mouth: "What method is that?"

Chen Yang choked.

"See, uncle, even a handsome guy can't give you an answer."

Wen Qing tossed the last coin he had left: "K1856 will come tonight, let's give it a try."

Sun Yixing's voice was filled with tears: "What if I don't leave? What will happen?"

The hipster smiled and said the same thing: "Let's give it a try."

"Alright, alright, you just know how to play with others!"

Xiangdong pulled his head angrily: "After talking about it, I still don't know how to crack it."

He looked around the familiar yet unfamiliar Qingcheng Station and roared, "This is a fucking death trap!"

Chen Yang was stunned. Death trap...

Yeah, that’s right.

Let’s solve the problem of the three chains first.

Everyone searched separately in the station. This was the first direction for items after they came out of the security check machine.

There are six people, one is useless, so there are only five who can be used.

Two of them cannot live without each other and are tied together. If they want to be together, they can only choose one area. The remaining three people each go to one area and search all the way with photos of the chain.

Chen Yang looked around as he walked. He could feel that the ghost child would not appear again.

He had already guessed the hint of spinning in circles.

That's it.

He has to solve it himself later.

Chen Yang was in a state of confusion. He wondered if the previous group of people who were reminded by the ghost child had figured out the cycle, and then associated it with other hints, and finally solved this death trap.

"Are you drunk? You walk unsteadily." Chao Jian stretched out his crutch and grabbed Chen Yang.

"I'm thinking about something." Chen Yang discovered something and touched his head lightly. "It doesn't seem to hurt that much anymore. Am I okay?"

Chao Jian said, "Look at that child."

Chen Yang asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Chao Jian stopped, with his crutch against his arm. He raised his hand to open Chen Yang's hand and looked at his burns. After a few moments of silence, he took out some ointment and squeezed it on.

"His mother wanted to find him a playmate."

Chen Yang expected it: "What if I didn't help her get the cup?"

Chao Jian glared at him: "Then your character is not up to par, and you are not qualified to be her son's playmate."

Chen Yang: “…”

Can something as simple as picking up a cup be linked to one's character

Chen Yang sighed. Although he was tortured by being marked, it also allowed him to contact the child.

Misfortune often follows blessing.

Forget it, let’s not talk about it.

Chao Jian applied medicine to the burn behind Chen Yang's ear.

The influence of the ghost mark was alleviated, and the effect of the ointment became obvious. It felt cool and Chen Yang felt more comfortable. He wondered how the mute and Old Feng were doing now.

Not dead, but not mission completed.

If you can’t leave the mission world, where will you go

Chen Yang pondered the word "cycle" again. He took out a few paper coins and placed them on the bar.

This was left by the two taskers.

He originally thought that the order was that I couldn't go back. Get on the bus, die, don't get on the bus, die.

Why won’t that kid come out? Please help me, I’m dying! ! ! ! I can’t get out, I’ll never get out, the station… I know! It’s the station!

Chen Yang fiddled with the note a few times and changed the order of the two groups.

The first tasker's was: Get on the bus, die, don't get on the bus, die. I can't go back.

The second tasker’s answer was: I can’t get out, I can never get out, the station… I know! It’s the station! Why can’t that child get out? Please help me, I’m dying!!!

This change makes people's scalp tingle.

They all discovered the rules behind the rules when they wrote this.

But the words are full of despair.

This means that even if you know the answer, you still can’t figure out how to crack it.

The group reunited more than an hour later.

Did you find any other chains? No.

Did you find anything? No.

Okay, wait for death, this was the conclusion they came to after their communication.

Sun Yixing is dying. He lies paralyzed beside the painter, who has barely any living features, and keeps wiping his sweat. He takes off his cheap suit and hunches his back, with his protruding spine very obvious, giving people the feeling that it will pierce through his worn-out shirt.

"Who does the chain correspond to? One person or all of them?"

Xiangdong was also sweating profusely. Normally, rummaging around was no big deal, but he hadn't slept much for three consecutive days and the stress was dragging down his physical strength, causing him to sweat so much.

"I guess there are three people, one section for the first one." Wen Qing actively expressed his opinion.

Every time it was Xiangdong who cooperated with him in the performance, but this time he was like, "I'm tired, where is my beloved concubine? Where has she been?"

After a while, the tired Xiangdong came back to life again: "No, why aren't you sweating? Did you go somewhere lazy and didn't even look for it?"

Wen Qing showed a helpless expression: "Is it my fault that my sweat glands are not well developed?"

Xiangdong didn't believe a word of it. This bastard is a lunatic.

Chen Yang ignored the others. He wrapped his hands with a plastic bag and picked up a piece of chain one by one to look at them.

Something flashed through my mind, but disappeared before I could capture it.

"For big items." Chen Yang said.

"I know, this is, is, that..."

Wen Qing pointed to his mouth: "It's right at my mouth. Look, it's right here. How could it be stuck? It's so annoying."

Chen Yang suddenly noticed that his partner's head was tilted to one side. He put down the chain and looked over there: "What are you looking at?"

Chao Jian: "Escalator."

Chen Yang slapped his head vigorously: "How could I forget that the escalator is operated by chains underneath!"

“It’s this kind of chain.”

"Yes, yes, that's what's on my lips too."

Wen Qing touched his chest and said, "Oh, it finally fell out of my mouth. I was so anxious."

When the mission started, the escalator was open and never closed.

Going up and down, I didn't see anything on the escalator.

Several people walked to the escalator.

"Who was the last one to use this thing?"

"We all came together. We all got off after seeing Mr. Feng and the others off. We never went back up."

"Yes, I have been active on the first floor since then."

"There must have been no problem with the escalator before. The problem only occurred after the chain fell off the security check machine."

"According to the routine of the previous security check machine, the three sections of chain should have been pulled out of the escalator. How can it still work?"

"… "

"I can't take the escalator, I can only take the stairs?"

Xiangdong was closest to the stairs. He wiped his unshaven face and said, "I'll follow the escalator from the stairs to see what I can find."

Before anyone could react, he had already put one leg onto the stairs.

"What are you looking at..."

Xiangdong looked up following the frightened gaze of Sun and his group.

He was still standing at the bottom of the stairs, but the part of his leg below the knee that had stepped on it was above the first step.

"Ah—shit!"

Xiangdong used a piece of his calf to tell everyone that his idea that one could not take the escalator and could only take the stairs was wrong and the opposite.

You can't take the stairs, you have to take the escalator.

You have to leave.

The rules have time limits.

I don’t know how long it will take this time, so to be on the safe side, we should leave as soon as possible.

Before leaving, we had to treat Xiangdong's injuries. There was a small pharmacy at the station with very limited medicines, so we used all the medicines we could.

Xiangdong lost his right calf, which he treated himself with great skill.

"Impulse is the devil." Wen Qing found a stick from somewhere and gave it to him, "Brother, take it, your dog-beating stick."

"You have to thank the owner of the stick, he used it to carry the luggage into the station, otherwise you wouldn't even have a crutch, you would either jump and bleed, or just crawl."

Xiangdong looked at the wound that was quickly soaking through the bandage and said, "Everyone, I'll sit here first. You guys look for the rules. Call me when you find them."

After saying that, he closed his eyes, veins popping out of his neck and forehead due to the pain, and he swore at random.

"Luckily it's just one leg. Like me, I like to jump when I walk up the stairs, that's all."

Hipster jumped up two steps.

Chen Yang's expression changed drastically: "Why can you leave?"

“Painters can walk, too.”

The young man took a few steps up slowly, then turned to face everyone and said, "If you don't believe me, let the painter try."

Xiangdong smashed the stick on the ground: "Bullshit, the painter is from the last round and has passed the duty security. You are the same?"

Wen Qing pretended to be confused, scratched his head and said, "Then it's probably targeting three people. I'm not among them, and I missed it like a mute. There are only you, handsome guy, and Li Mao, the three of you."

A weak voice sounded: "I, I'm still here."

Wen Qing blinked: "Oh, sorry, I forgot about the uncle."

"That's four, it's up to you. Just go your own way, I'll be there to check on you at the stairs."

Chen Yang stared at Wen Qing for a long time.

Three chains, escalator, the question is here, what is the answer

Time is running out, an invisible stopwatch is ticking, and enormous pressure fills every grain of dust.

I can hardly breathe.

The painter continued to walk like a zombie, Sun Yihang held his briefcase and sobbed softly, dying, and Xiangdong was crippled.

As for Wenqing...

Just ask him to rest.

Chen Yang sat on the ground with his legs curled up and slapped his cold face hard. Fortunately, his partner was fine.

"Think about it."

Chen Yang placed his hopes on his partner.

However, the partner said, "Use your own brain."

"..." Chen Yang said helplessly, "To use an analogy, if ideas were a bottle of water, now I don't have a drop left, it's dried up."

Chao Jian glanced at him: "The train outside the door is what you thought."

"That's how the water ran out." Chen Yang picked at the dirt under his short fingernails. "Maybe there's still a little bit, but everyone is disabled, useless, and there's one person who keeps making trouble. There are too many negative emotions."

When doing the questions, he needs to concentrate and focus, but those two things are luxuries for him now.

This is still a matter of life and death.

Chao Jian frowned and stared at Chen Yang for a while, then looked away and looked at the escalator going up.

Layer by layer, it rose up in his dark eyes.

The escalator seemed to be slowed down, and every detail had nowhere to hide.

Chao Jian looked at the downward escalator again and watched it for two or three minutes without saying a word. His eyes narrowed slightly and he frowned.

"We have to go up, come down, and separate."

Chen Yang figured out the answer from Chao Jian's words.

Except for the painter and the literary youth, the other four had to take the escalator and stand on every three floors.

No one can be missing, and no one can stand in the wrong place, otherwise everyone will die.

Three rounds of items came out of the security check machine.

Only Mr. Feng’s game is dangerous, the others are very simple.

Like the four items dropped in the first round, just put them back to their original positions. The second round is about the doll’s story and the duty.

You can't imagine it before you crack it, but after you crack it, you'll find out, oh, that's it.

The rules this time are a continuation of the simple method.

But everyone didn't think so. Part of the reason was that it involved themselves, and more of the reason was that this was not the beginning of the mission, it was three days in, and almost everything was not going well until now.

The more anxious and panicked you are, the more likely you are to make stupid mistakes.

Sun Yixing trembled with his pale and chapped lips: "Why don't we go up? Why do we have to go to the second floor? When the tickets are checked at night, we can't use the stairs. There is also an elevator."

Wen Qing lay beside the escalator and smiled: "Then you go and try it. If nothing unexpected happens, it will break when you go in."

Sun Yixing was unable to make any sound.

Soon, four people were standing at the escalator.

Chen Yang said: "Are you ready?"

Xiangdong struggled to hold on, with beads of sweat on his forehead: "Hurry up!"

Chen Yang looked at Sun Yixing: "What about you?"

Sun Yihang nodded slowly.

Chen Yang frowned: "You can't do this, cheer up, if you don't stand well, none of us will survive."

Sun Yixing shuddered and nodded vigorously: "I can do it, I can do it!"

The atmosphere became stiff and heavy.

So who's first

Looking east at the stairs, his calf and foot were still standing on them, and he clenched his teeth tightly.

Sun Yixing said nothing.

What if the three chains didn't allow them to take the escalator three floors apart, but they guessed wrong, and the escalator would also be a death sentence...

Just as Chen Yang was about to say "I'm the first one" two crutches were placed on the escalator.

The boy jumped up on one leg and said without looking back, "Follow me."

Chen Yang quickly counted the floors and stood on them.

A drop of sweat fell from Xiangdong's eyes. He glanced at Chen Yang's back and also counted to three layers.

Xiangdong jumped up just like Chao Jian, but the action was much more difficult. A pool of blood soon gathered on the escalator and the bleeding from the wound could not be stopped.

Sun Yihang was the fourth one.

Like a relay race.

Sun Yixing didn't move. He just stood there stupidly, his legs feeling as if they were filled with lead.

Suddenly a hand reached out from behind, looked at the right floor and pushed him up.

It was the painter who approached without knowing when.

Xiangdong angrily yelled at Sun Yihang: "Fuck you, if you want to die, don't hurt us!"

Sun Yixing cried and apologized continuously.

"Stop arguing." Chen Yang said, "If you continue like this."

"Mr. Sun, the painter is downstairs, not on the second floor. If you get distracted again this time, no one will pull you back from the brink of death."

Sun and his entourage made assurances one after another.

Chen Yang was still worried: "Mr. Sun, you go third, I'll be the last."

Chao Jian said: "The order cannot be changed."

Chen Yang's mouth corners pressed down: "Then we can only follow the original order."

"Don't worry, I..." Sun Yihang dodged Xiangdong's stick.

Xiangdong glared at him like a ghost: "Count carefully for me, stand still, stand firm. If you kill me, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

Sun Yixing sobbed and quickly bent down to apologize.

There were no mistakes on the way down, and all four of them stood in the right place and successfully returned to the first floor.

"Is this considered over?" Xiangdong was forced to have his limbs amputated and was breathing heavily intermittently. If he hadn't been so strong, he would have fainted.

Chen Yang didn’t know.

If you don’t die, you have passed away; if you die, you haven’t passed away.

Time will give them the answer.

There was a strong smell of blood all around, with pools of blood here and there on the ground.

A dejected mood.

Chen Yang was so anxious that he could not even stand still, and he did not know where the way out was. He forced his body to move and pulled Chao Jian to look for clues.

The hipsters followed them happily.

No one had dinner. After seven o'clock, time went by quickly and nine o'clock came silently. Chen Yang felt that he had only sorted out a few clues.

k1856 is 21:55, and 25 is here.

Check in half an hour in advance.

The lights were bright in the fourth waiting room and on the platform as well, and the train was waiting.

The passengers were collectively silent.

Chen Yang looked at them one by one: "You all know the current clues."

Wen Qing said: "Some memories don't last more than three seconds. I will help you make a careful summary."

"One: I can't get on the bus on time and return to the real world, parentheses, maybe."

"Two: The mission is at the station. I haven't found a way to crack it yet. I don't know if you have any clues. I don't have any."

"Three: If you don't get on the bus, you will be wiped out."

Chen Yang said: "No one has proved the last one."

The hipster turned the coin on the chair: "Is that handsome guy going to do the experiment himself?"

"It's a cycle, everyone knows that the station is the starting point and the end point, and the way out is here, that's true, but it doesn't say that you can stay here after the train has passed. You should find a way out before the train comes, and when the train comes..."

Chen Yang interrupted Wen Qing: "I choose not to leave."

Chao Jian was eating milk tablets and had no intention of speaking. It was hard to ignore him, but there was nothing he could do about it.

No one wanted to hear his answer.

Xiangdong had lost too much blood and was unconscious, breathing very weakly. He stared at Chen Yang for a long time and moved his mouth: "I'll stay."

"bite"

The coin fell to the ground, and Wen Qing bent down to pick it up. There was a sigh in his voice, and his expression was unclear.

"Since you all want to gamble, I'll just have to sacrifice my life to accompany you."

A thin figure walked towards the ticket gate.

Xiangdong's chest rose and fell dramatically: "Painter, you..."

"Oh my, are you asking for special treatment?" the young man shouted, "Painter, you're not going to stay?"

The painter walked through the ticket gate at the pace of a zombie without pausing for a moment. He had made up his mind and made his choice without knowing when.

Another figure stumbled into the ticket gate, his clothes were wrinkled, and his thinness and shabby appearance revealed a sense of decision.

"You have to go three floors down the escalator!" Chen Yang remembered and shouted, "Painter, just in case!"

The two figures who had already reached the escalator entrance braked their cars.

They chose to listen to Chen Yang, got off the escalator three floors later, and hurriedly looked for a carriage on the platform.

The figure left the station with determination.

Chen Yang watched the two men get on the train. He backed away and sat back on his seat, lowering his head and pinching his fingers.

Wen Qing leaned on the back of the chair behind Chen Yang: "Your follower abandoned you."

It was like a stone sinking into the dead sea, without any response at all.

Wen Qing said in a comforting tone: "Handsome guy, don't feel any psychological burden. We are all adults and can be responsible for our own actions."

Still no response.

"Of the four people left, one just had his leg amputated, one has always been disabled, and one has still been haunted. What kind of fate am I going to have?"

The young man sighed, "What can I say to cheer you up?"

He said distressedly, "Let me think about it."

"Ah, I see. There is one thing I will tell you that will surely speed up your heartbeat."

When Chen Yang heard the second half of the sentence, his heartbeat changed: "What do you want to say?"

"I'm on the first bus." said Wen Qing.

Chen Yang stood up with a trembling voice: "Say it again!"

"K32, my train number." The hipster said with a serious face.

Xiangdong sat up in shock, "Hehe" panting and cursing: "You're so good, Wen, when I asked you, you still didn't... Ugh, damn it!"

He took a few steps and fell back, twitching in pain.

Wen Qing said in injustice: "Calm down, brother, let me clarify, you asked me if I was the third bus, I am definitely not."

Xiangdong glared at him. If his leg hadn't been injured and bleeding, he would have pounced on him and beaten him.

"and you… "

Chen Yang's mind was buzzing. He looked at Wen Qing and asked, "Why didn't you get in the car?"

"How can I explain this? Let me start from the beginning."

Wen Qing jumped onto a chair and squatted, saying slowly, "When I first got the ticket, I suspected that the mission was not to get on the bus. I had no way to verify it, so I decided to do an experiment on myself."

"It turns out that's not the case." His relaxed tone was creepy.

Xiangdong yelled: "Why don't you say it?"

Wen Qing laughed like he heard a big joke, and then suddenly stopped laughing: "This is the clue I risked my life to find, why should I tell it? I can choose not to tell it."

"At first, some people were missing and some were left behind at the station, and there was chaos. I came out to explain, but what did they do? Not only did they not say thank you to me, they rushed up to beat me up."

He tilted his head and rubbed his face against his shoulder: "Haha, I do hold grudges."

"… "

"This is a mission. I've said it before, you can't rely on others. Life and death depend on yourself. No one owes anyone anything."

Wen Qing chewed his fingertips and smiled happily: "Besides, it's so boring to talk about it."

At the end, he pretended to be cool: "Look at everyone guessing, it's so fun."

Xiangdong's voice was like a broken bellows: "You crippled bastard, what are you waiting for? Beat him, beat him to death!"

Chao Jian: "Don't you have a cane too?"

Xiangdong: “…”

Yes, I have a cane too.

Xiangdong waved his hand and the stick flew out, but it didn't hit Wen Qing and missed.

His legs are just broken and his skills are not yet mature.

Xiangdong was so angry that he fainted.

"Is there anything else you want to ask me? If not, I'll go downstairs," Wen Qing said.

Chen Yang took a few sips of water and said, "The painter and Mr. Sun just left."

"Handsome guy, you blame me too." Wen Qing smacked his lips, "Don't be naive, the painter is not a newcomer, his ID number may be very high, do you really think he didn't think of anything?"

Chen Yang remembered that the painter had a five-digit ID number, so did he have to think it over carefully

I'm afraid I haven't thought it through clearly enough.

There is no disinfectant spray here, and the cruel reality affects his judgment.

Chen Yang looked at Wen Qing: "What about Mr. Feng? He was your former teammate."

"Old man, he was very interested in my train number. He asked me once or twice." Wen Qing played with the coin for a while. "Well, I'll tell you later if you ask me. If you don't ask, forget it. It has little to do with the mission anyway."

Chen Yang thought of the scene of him moving freely on the stairs: "You are the one who should have left. All the rules are useless to you."

"uh-huh."

Wen Qing's ordinary face suddenly became lively, revealing a strange excitement: "Since you are so smart, I will tell you one more thing."

"The original rule of 'not showing your ticket to others' implies that passengers can conceal their train number and choose not to take their own train."

Chen Yang: “…”

"Of course, that was also deduced after I found out I wasn't dead after I didn't get on the train. I only thought of this and didn't think about the train outside."

Wen Qing was quite regretful: "Ah, I still missed it. I have to admit that you are better than me in this aspect. Not many people can make me admit that, handsome guy."

"The train numbers on the big screen turned gray. Doesn't that mean all of them are dead?"

Chen Yang said: "No one got on the bus."

Hipster: “Yeah, yeah.”

"Is getting on the bus on time also part of the rules?" Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian.

"Handsome guy, we are talking, you turned your head in the wrong direction." Wen Qing said before his partner could, "Yes, yes, that's right, the way out is at the station, but it's not the only way out!"

Chen Yang was still looking at Chao Jian without even moving his eyes.

Chao Jian looked at him for a moment and said, "Should be."

Chen Yang's tense shoulders collapsed.

Just like when you see a red light, you can stop or go forward.

They chose the former, while the four painters including Mr. Feng chose the latter.

"We've come to this point so quickly, let me talk about the old man."

Wen Qing said in a tone that was hard to tell whether it was true or not: "Why didn't you stop me? At that time, the information about the train outside the door hadn't come out yet, and I thought it was better to leave than to stay."

"I didn't leave when the train came, and I lost a chance for a better situation. I could only find a way out at the station, otherwise I would be trapped inside. It was miserable. I was too addicted to games and couldn't control myself. In fact, when K32 was checking tickets, I almost rushed up."

It sounds like the truth.

Chen Yang remained indifferent, thinking that he could get out this time and pray that he would not have to share the same mission with this guy again in the future.

"There's something else about the cycle."

Wen Qing walked towards the entrance of the waiting room: "For example, the train will send the people on it to another death trap. They have to continue to find a way out, or choose to get a new ticket and get on the train on time. It will continue in an infinite cycle. Who knows? Anyway, they have to find a way out."

"The same goes for us who stay here."

When they reached the door, Wen Qing paused and said, "If the legs are amputated, they will die very soon."

"The food in the station is getting less and less. If I haven't left after eating, then I will eat meat. I don't have any dietary restrictions."

Chen Yang pondered over Wen Qing's previous words and suddenly found that there was nothing surprising about them.

It seemed as if the fog blocking his way was lifted.

Chen Yang couldn't help but feel a little chilly. He went to check Xiangdong's injuries and tried to shout a few times, but Xiangdong just groaned and didn't open his eyes.

He said coldly to Jian: "You can't die."

"It's temporary." Chen Yang said, "It's really hard to describe people like Wen Qing."

"Then don't worry about it." Chao Jian said impatiently.

Chen Yang took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled: "I have no relationship with him, so I can't do anything about it. I just feel sad. I wonder where Mr. Feng and the little mute are now, and whether the painter and Mr. Sun will meet them."

Chao Jian said nothing.

Chen Yang looked at the deep darkness outside the window and licked his lips. "Wen Qing didn't say anything after the investigation. We stayed here to gamble. I analyzed the clues. Even if there is not a 50% chance of being wiped out, there is still a 10% or 20% chance. Now we can breathe a sigh of relief."

"I didn't expect Wen Qing to be the first one. His desire to perform is too strong, and his gaming mentality is even more than I thought..."

The atmosphere around him suddenly became low. Chen Yang lowered his voice, stole a glance at his inexplicably extremely annoyed face, and said with a sudden inspiration: "Let's not talk about literary youth, let's talk about something else."

"It's a little after ten."

Chen Yang swiped the screen of his phone and asked: "What time was the metallic sound the mute was talking about?"

He thought back: "What time is it at 3am, 20-something?"

Chao Jian's annoyance faded away: "Twenty-seven."

Chen Yang was surprised by his precise number: "Did you remember it?"

Chao Jian said, "The time she called you last night."

"Three twenty-seven..."

Chen Yang murmured: "Then there will be one tonight."

"The mute is gone, but we are still here. If I'm not mistaken, there will be someone next to hear this voice."

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