Chen Yang did not say the name, nor did he look at the people present. He looked at the bustling market, and this little episode was pushed to a climax by him.
What remains is the party’s home court, and the other party will stand up on their own.
Time passed by minute by minute, the body on the ground was getting cooler, and the corner seemed like an independent small space, something was fermenting silently and was about to explode.
Among the seven people present, Wang Xiaobei was in the worst mental state, and she couldn't bear to break this weird atmosphere.
"Who is it?"
Wang Xiaobei looked at them one by one, but couldn't see anything. The words "I killed someone" would not be written on the murderer's face. She turned back and stared at Chen Yang.
"You must have made a mistake. It couldn't have been man-made..."
A voice came out at the same time as Wang Xiaobei.
"It's me."
Qian Qin stood by the wall, his lips opened coldly: "I killed Jiang Da."
At that moment, exclamations and gasps were heard intertwined.
"Why?" Wang Xiaobei opened her mouth wide and stared blankly at the young man standing by the wall.
Qian Qin didn't say anything.
Wang Kuanyou thought for a moment with a solemn expression, and then he thought of something. His slightly bent back straightened up immediately: "Now that Jiang Dadu is dead, there will be no more ancestor worship?"
"Is that so? Jiangren." Wang Kuanyou asked Qian Qin and also asked Chen Yang.
The latter pressed his lips, and the former gave Wang Kuanyou an answer: "Yes."
"The loopholes in the rules are there for people to exploit," Qian Qin said.
Wang Kuanyou lost his ability to speak for a moment. He took a half step back and leaned against the wall, thinking back to the two sentences the man had said: "I just like to simplify the problem." "If there are multiple ways to solve a problem, I will choose the most efficient one."
Highest efficiency...
Wang Kuanyou's facial muscles trembled slightly: "Where are the two Jiang Da from Laoji Village?"
Qian Qin looked at him with a puzzled expression, as if to say, "Your IQ is not low, why would you ask such a question?"
All dead.
Wang Kuanyou put one hand into his messy hair and then the other hand, making a confused and even somewhat helpless gesture.
"Murder..." Chen Xishuang was like a lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves, dumbfounded, "Can you kill people here casually?"
No one answered him.
Chen Yang curled up the fingers that were tapping the cane. At that time, they were in the ancestral hall, and the ghost guided him to open the cabinet. He found that the bamboo sticks corresponded to the goods, and thus deduced the steps of ancestor worship.
At that time, Chen Yang thought that the ghost had only one purpose for doing that.
The other party was telling him that whether the total amount of sales in three days could meet the target depended on the matter of ancestor worship.
Find a way to avoid it.
As long as Jiang Dachou’s inheritance is not sold, no one will die from ancestor worship.
If there were more people alive, the per capita amount wouldn't increase significantly, and it would be much easier for them to reach the total amount required by the village chief.
Chen Yang didn't expect that he had analyzed and speculated so much, but was only circling around the periphery of the truth. The real purpose of the ghost was to tell him...
Where is the loophole in this dead end of ancestor worship
Just kill all of Jiang Da.
Kill all the Jiang Da.
Chen Yang closed his eyes.
"Are you crazy?"
Wang Xiaobei pulled herself out of her stunned state and shouted at Qian Qin in a shrill voice: "When we set up the stall this morning, we calculated the per capita amount, and it has increased a lot compared to yesterday. You've killed three more now. Don't you know that we can't have fewer people?"
Qian Qin's emotions were not aroused by her, and he said with a wooden face: "There is only this one loophole."
"There's no difference between doing it now and after the stall closes."
Wang Xiaobei shouted at the top of her lungs: "Of course there is a difference!"
"After closing the stalls at night, we first count the number of people to calculate the per capita quota, and then we worship our ancestors. Can't we do it in front of Jiang Dajin's ancestral hall?"
"Can't you wait until we've passed the per capita quota before killing them? Why would you want to kill me if you want to?!"
"Why! Have I ever offended you? Ah!" Wang Xiaobei cried and grabbed a clod of earth and threw it at Qian Qin.
Qian Qin brushed off the dirt on his clothes and said, "Didn't you understand the rules of the mission?"
Wang Xiaobei's distorted face froze, and she looked at everyone in confusion.
"When we kill them, we'll count them again. 1,500 points will be distributed among the living people. The mission is completed only when all of them pass the line," said Wang Kuanyou.
Wang Xiaobei suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Qian Qin left without staying long.
He felt neither guilty nor flustered about having killed someone, nor did he want to take advantage of the situation to ask for everyone's thanks by claiming to be his "savior". It was as if he had simply encountered a mental trap while solving a math problem, which he had now discovered and avoided.
This question has been answered.
There is only one big question left.
Wang Kuanyou wanted to call out to Qian Qin, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Qian Qin earns at least 200.
He is in a safe area.
Therefore, in his opinion, it would be better to kill Jiang Da as soon as possible to break the situation of ancestor worship, so that he could focus on making money in the rest of the time.
Wang Kuanyou pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Let's all go back to our stalls."
Chen Yang stood there without moving, feeling a little strange for some reason. He lowered his eyes to observe the marks left by Liu Shun, thinking about the one on Zhang Guangrong's neck.
What did Qian Qin use to strangle them
Why do the two traces seem a little different when compared carefully
“I was involved.”
The girl's calm voice sounded.
Wang Xiaobei paused as she climbed up against the wall, then looked at Xiaoxiang with wide eyes: "What did you participate in?"
Chen Xishuang was also confused.
How is this related to Xiaoxiang
Xiao Xiang moved her hand in her hoodie pocket, but there was nothing between her fingers.
The coil of wire is gone.
What actually happened last night was that Xiao Xiang heard something unusual outside while waiting for Wang Xiaobei. It was Zhang Guangrong being strangled and his cry for help coming from his throat.
Xiao Xiang walked a few steps out of the toilet and saw Qian Qin who was committing a crime. The two of them looked at each other, one went back to the toilet, and the other continued to kill.
Afterwards, Xiao Xiang talked to Wang Xiaobei and covered for Qian Qin.
Later, they went out and saw Zhang Guangrong's body and dragged him back to their residence.
This was Xiao Xiang's fourth time completing a mission. She was familiar with the rules of the mission world, and it didn't take her much effort for her to associate Qian Qin's actions with ancestor worship.
Following that direction, I discovered Qian Qin's intention.
As for Liu Shun's death, Xiao Xiang helped Qian Qin keep watch, and it was she who provided the tools for the crime.
Originally Qian Qin wanted to use electric wire, but when he came he forgot to bring his big backpack, so he temporarily used iron wire instead.
It is tied together into several strands, with a width similar to that of an electrical wire.
From last night till now, Xiao Xiang and Qian Qin had not spoken a word to each other. They only communicated through eye contact to achieve a tacit understanding.
They didn't think that everyone would unanimously agree with this approach, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better. Otherwise, if there was a disagreement, Jiang Da would notice it.
This is also the reason why Qian Qin did not use the kitchen knife directly, but disguised himself as a ghost to kill people.
Xiao Xiang did not explain her concealment and cooperation. For her, once she entered the mission world, she had to do many things that should not be done.
Her only goal is to go back alive, survive to the end, and unbind her identity number.
This is her belief and it has never been blurred.
When Wang Xiaobei saw Xiaoxiang was about to leave, she grabbed her clothes hard.
"When did you get involved? Last night or this time?"
Xiao Xiang: “Both.”
Wang Xiaobei was stunned for a few moments, and pointed her free hand at Chen Yang: "When he asked you last night, I felt like he was interrogating a suspect, disrespectful. It's me! I spoke up for you more than once, and I'm an idiot!"
"Aren't we friends? Why did you hide it from me? If you could tell me, I could help you, right?"
Wang Xiaobei's anger turned into panic. She and Xiaoxiang were the only two girls left in the team. She unilaterally believed that they had to depend on each other.
Now Xiao Xiang is secretly hooking up with a guy, and they are on the same front without her.
Xiao Xiang's clothes were on the verge of tearing, and she tried to pull Wang Xiaobei's hand away, but she held it even tighter, looking like an abandoned woman.
Given Wang Xiaobei's personality, letting her know is the same as telling everyone.
How could Xiaoxiang tell her this
Wang Xiaobei continued to make trouble, and Xiaoxiang finally showed signs of annoyance.
"Enough is enough, Jiang Miao."
Wang Xiaobei's face turned pale. Xiaoxiang took the opportunity to pull his clothes out of her hands and walked into the market without looking back.
"Wait for me!" Wang Xiaobei chased after him in a panic.
She is used to being in a group and cannot be alone. Xiaoxiang is her spiritual support.
Xiao Xiang, who had walked away, turned back and walked step by step to Chen Yang and stopped: "I want to know how you discovered my flaw?"
"I didn't notice anything." Chen Yang said, "I just think it's a bit unreasonable."
“Especially after it was determined that Jiang Da was artificial.
If it’s man-made, it won’t be silent.
It is not easy to strangle a vigilant adult male. Even if it is done by a same-sex person, it will take some time.
As Xiao Xiang has the most mission experience among their group, he would certainly be very cautious when going to the toilet in the middle of the night. He might not even stand in the toilet, but near the door, so that he can take emergency measures at any time.
Then how come she didn't notice anything unusual
Xiao Xiang didn't ask any more questions after hearing Chen Yang's answer. She turned to look at Wang Kuanyou and asked, "Can I keep your notes?"
Wang Kuanyou didn't react.
Xiao Xiang said: "I think he and I will both survive to the end."
"But I am much more interested in and concerned about notebooks than he is."
Wang Kuanyou looked at the senior female student in front of him again. She had an ordinary face, but there was an eternal light in her eyes.
With a clear goal, keep moving forward.
No one and nothing will stop her.
"Let's keep it with Jiang Ren." Wang Kuanyou said.
Xiao Xiang did not comment on his decision, nor did she show any disappointment or dissatisfaction. She just nodded to show that she understood.
Chen Yang actually wanted to return the bag and notebook to their original owners, but he was puzzled by the other party's unchanging passivity.
"I know that the deadlock of Baizu has been broken. Now all we have to do is make more money, the more the better."
Wang Kuanyou saw what Chen Yang was thinking and said something in a deep voice, not looking relaxed at all.
“When I opened the stall in the morning, there were 14 people there, but now there are only 11.”
Chen Xishuang pressed the calculator on his phone and read out the numbers with a stammered tongue: "Just over 1,136 per capita."
There are too many of them, and they are growing too fast.
Wang Xiaobei didn't cry or shout, her eyes, which had shed too many tears, were wide open and had a hollow look in them.
"It's over, it's over, it's over..." Chen Xishuang kept repeating those two words.
Chen Yang said: "You can ask people who are nearby to help introduce customers."
"Not against the rules?"
Chen Yang shook his head: "I tried."
Wang Xiaobei's eyes regained their luster in an instant, but fell back into darkness after a few seconds.
Diagonally opposite her was Li Ping, and the seat became vacant after he died.
There are two ginger people from Laoji Village nearby, but will they help her? Impossible.
At this point, everyone wants to keep every villager who passes by their stall. Who would want to refer customers to other stalls
To do so is to put yourself in danger for the sake of others.
We are not fools, no one would do that.
Chen Xishuang and Wang Xiaobei had the same idea, and both of them looked as pale as death.
They all went to see the young man on crutches who had never spoken a word and never left Chen Yang.
This person will.
He will help Chen Yang.
Chen Xishuang went to find Qian Qin. They were not far away, and he wanted to seek help from the other party.
Even if the hope is slim, he has to try and not give up easily.
Wang Kuanyou said goodbye to Chen Yang, followed by Xiaoxiang and Wang Xiaobei.
The group will not reunite until they close their stall.
The premise is that no one else will die.
Chen Yang pulled Chao Jian towards their stall. As if sensing something, he turned around and looked towards the corner, and Liu Shun's body was gone.
Last night, the four of them came back to face Zhang Guangrong's death, each with different focuses.
As one of the elder Jiangs, Liu Shun would not be completely unguarded.
In the end, it still couldn't be prevented.
Chen Yang retracted his gaze and continued walking. In such a survival context, when it was difficult to protect himself, he was powerless to do anything about the plight of others.
Chen Yang's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Qian Qin selling things, and his steps paused slightly. He looked at the other person and thought of Wen Qing.
I don't know if it's possible for these two to appear in the same mission.
What kind of chemical reaction will occur
Three Jiang Da died, but the village chief said nothing and just distributed their goods to other people.
When the goods were moved to Chen Yang's place, he observed the old man's expression and asked, "Village Chief, will there be ancestor worship after closing the stall tonight?"
The old man puffed on his cigarette, and the corners of his bloodless mouth moved up a little, but then disappeared in a flash.
That arc revealed his thoughts.
It seems that the old man has already figured out the method of ancestor worship, but he can't reveal a word to anyone.
No one discovered this loophole last year. After three rounds of ancestor worship, many people probably sold their family properties, and it ended in failure.
This year they discovered it.
The old man was very happy, as he was on the verge of achieving the total amount of 1,500.
"Jiang Dadu is dead, who will come to worship the ancestors?"
The village chief tapped the edge of the stall with his pipe in his hand: "Put the cans in place, don't break them."
Chen Yang put the can in and asked: "What are we going to do tonight?"
"Closing the stall as usual." The village chief said, "Counting the goods is a big job. The closer it is to the end, the more people are dishonest."
Chen Yang asked, "Have you finished the inventory?"
"After counting, we calculated the average amount based on the number of people, and it's already that number..."
Chen Yang continued: "Can we leave now?"
"Why are you leaving?" The village chief glared at him. "We were supposed to worship our ancestors at 8 o'clock tonight. We would do it for half an hour as usual, and then calculate the amount per person. But now we can't do it. We still have to go through the process."
"… "
In other words, the task deadline is after ancestor worship.
Regardless of whether you will worship your ancestors or not, you have to wait until 8:30 to calculate the per capita quota, and you can leave only after completing the task.
This rule may seem simple and down-to-earth at first glance, but it is actually much more brutal than the one at the train station.
If one person earns a lot and others earn less, the one who earns a lot will still die.
Unless the other party can earn 1500.
In the end, I am the only one left, but I can still survive.
But that's impossible. We're only selling daily necessities, and in just three days, we can't make that much money.
The rule is so tricky. It doesn't count the total number of people, but instead divides 1500 by the number of survivors. Everyone must pass the average.
If one dies, the count starts over again.
This is a collective task. It is not enough to just think about making money for yourself. We must have the spirit of helping others to become rich first.
But everyone’s stalls are not close together, so those who are far away can’t help.
It’s really a rip-off.
Chen Yang felt very uneasy. He tidied up the goods on his stall and forced a smile to greet passers-by.
"Sister, do you want to see the pickle jar?"
"Uncle, would you like to buy a bamboo basket?"
"… "
At noon, Chen Yang did not leave the stall. He sat on a bench and ate a bun.
It was cold, hard, and difficult to swallow.
It is better to have something to eat than nothing to eat. Besides, during famine, people had to eat tree bark and drink muddy water. At least this was real bread.
When Chen Yang thought about this, the cake in his mouth tasted delicious.
"Did you cry while eating?"
Chen Yang raised his head after hearing the voice in front of the stall, glanced at the boy with moist eyes, and said hoarsely: "It's physiological, it hurts my throat."
He didn't stand up, just looked at the boy's short chestnut hair, which was so smooth.
"Why are you here instead of watching your own stall?"
Chao Jian said, "Give me the cake."
Chen Yang bit the biscuit in his mouth and looked at him: "Where's yours?"
"I'm done."
Chen Yang swallowed with difficulty, took a deep breath and said, "Don't you have an egg?"
"I don't want to eat."
Chao Jian leaned on his crutches, reached into his sportswear pocket with one hand, took out an egg and threw it into his arms: "This is for you, in exchange for the cake."
Without saying a word, Chen Yang gave him most of the pancake in exchange for an egg.
"I'm making 200 now."
Chen Yang gave the boy a bench to sit on. He leaned against the stall and peeled eggs. "According to this trend, we might be able to reach the number you mentioned before closing the stall."
"Don't think about anything else, just sell your stuff." Chao Jian took a bite of the biscuit, lowered his eyes and chewed slowly.
Chen Yang looked up at the bright sunshine, frowning. Good weather in the mission world would be accompanied by bloody storms, which was not a good sign. He threw the eggshell to the ground: "Are you panicking?"
This is nonsense. Chen Yang decided to pretend that nothing happened. However, the young man said to him, "I have only one life like you."
The implication is that he was also panicking.
Chen Yang bent down and moved closer. The boy tilted his head back to distance himself from him and frowned.
"Stay away from me," he said.
Chen Yang sat down on the stall, his legs hanging casually: "You are so panicked that even the naked eye can't recognize it."
Chao Jian said calmly, "Not being able to identify something and not existing are two different concepts."
"That's right." Chen Yang said, "Sometimes I feel like you're not a normal person, sometimes I feel like you're not a human, and sometimes I find that you're just an ordinary person."
"Picky eater, grouchy when getting up, doesn't listen to advice, awkward, doesn't want to be called a child, afraid of nightmares..."
Chen Yang was suddenly struck by a chill and stopped talking. He cleared his throat a few times and met the young man's dark eyes.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you only have shortcomings. You have a lot of advantages, too. But they make you less down-to-earth. It's your shortcomings that make you lovable."
Chao Jian looked at him without saying a word.
Chen Yang was a little scared by being looked at, and couldn't even eat eggs: "Did you take medicine at noon?"
Chao Jian's dark pupils moved.
Chen Yang caught this small change and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. From the perspective of a brother who is 6 years older than him, he said earnestly: "You must take the medicine on time. Taking it may not make you better, but not taking it will definitely not make you better."
"I ate it." Chao Jian was impatient, "You're just being long-winded."
Chen Yang took a bite of the egg and slapped off the egg yolk foam that fell in front of him: "I almost forgot that you are an illegal resident."
"I don't know if there are any other illegal immigrants besides you."
Chen Yang didn't expect this person to discuss with him. He said to himself: "This kind of bug is a time bomb."
Chao Jian ate the bread in silence and accidentally choked.
"Cough." He coughed softly, his face tense with discomfort, and the air pressure around him was very low.
Chen Yang asked how it went, but got no response.
"Wait here, I'll get you some water." Chen Yang slid down from the stall.
"Need not."
Chao Jian's throat moved up and down a few times and he continued to eat the cake.
Chen Yang shook his head and sighed. The longer they spent together, the more he could feel the stubbornness in this person.
Xiangdong said this person was manic and paranoid.
He had seen mania before, and as for paranoia...
As Chen Yang was thinking, a slender figure ran into his sight.
It’s Chen Xishuang.
He staggered across the market, bumping into this and that, stumbling, his steps unsteady, looking panicked and helpless, as if a group of people were chasing him from behind.
Chen Yang’s first reaction was that the child was possessed again.
At this time in those days, the Jiang people had never been chased away in such a big way.
Chen Yang shouted, "Jiang Man!"
The hustle and bustle of the market froze for a moment, then returned to normal.
Chen Xishuang ran to Chen Yang's stall, smelling fishy, with a few duck feathers on his clothes and head.
He kept running, his face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he didn't recognize Chen Yang.
Really possessed.
Chen Yang remembered that there was a man who collected duck feathers at the market. Did Jiang Ren accidentally fall into the bag of duck feathers
Or did someone grab some and throw them at him
Chen Yang looked at Chen Xishuang's back and asked his partner: "What should we do?"
He glanced sideways at Jian: "It will stop in a moment."
Chen Yang didn't understand Chao Jian's meaning at first, but soon he realized that Chen Xishuang was heading towards the bridge.
The ginger man died on the bridge.
Chen Xishuang would stop there.
There are also markets on the other side of the bridge, connected on both sides, with red lanterns stretching from the old market village to that village.
This means that they were also involved in Jiang’s death.
Now the murderer and the onlookers are all here, whether in the form of ghosts or living people, none of them are different, they cannot escape the curse of the Jiang man.
When Chen Xishuang regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the bridge, feeling pain all over his body.
Like it had been hit by a lot of things.
Chen Yang took out his cell phone and turned on the front camera. When he saw himself in the camera, he was so shocked that he was speechless.
He is disfigured!
His face was covered with bruises and blood clots of all sizes, and his eyes were so red that tears and blood seemed to flow at any time.
Like the soul of an innocent person who died tragically.
There were many voices in his ears, many people were cursing, "Monster," "Go to hell," "Disgusting."
"Ahh—" Chen Xishuang screamed madly and ran down the bridge, heading straight for Chen Yang.
Even though Chen Yang was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he saw Chen Xishuang like that.
He wasn't hit by anything, but he looked like he was being bullied.
Chen Xishuang really wanted to throw himself into Chen Yang's arms for comfort, but it was just a thought because the man with crutches was there and he couldn't even reach his hand.
"It was horrible, I thought I was dead."
Chen Xishuang shivered and sobbed, "Why don't you touch me to see if I'm hot?"
He was so scared that he became insane and suspected that his heartbeat and body temperature were just illusions.
Chen Yang touched his hand: "It's hot, he's not dead."
"That's good, that's good..." Chen Xishuang cried, "It's good that I'm still alive."
Chen Yang handed him the toilet paper in his pocket: "You're not at your stall?"
"No." Chen Xishuang took the rough toilet paper and wiped his tears. When he touched the wound on his face, he screamed in pain and couldn't stop crying. "I wanted to come to you, but I don't know how... I fell into the duck feathers. There were so many and so fishy that they filled my mouth."
As Chen Xishuang spoke, he felt the taste was still in his mouth. He made a few "Puh" sounds and turned his head away to dry heave.
Seeing how miserable Old Chen's family was, Chen Yang didn't know what to say: "Go back, and don't run around again before closing the stall."
“If I don’t leave the stall, I won’t be…” Chen Xishuang mouthed the last two words.
"If it doesn't violate something, it shouldn't."
Chen Yang thought for a moment and added, "Speak less."
Chen Xishuang remembered it carefully. He sniffed and looked at Chen Yang with gratitude.
Those eyes are too red.
When he wasn't talking and just looked at me like that, there was something indescribably weird about it.
Chen Yang's scalp felt a little numb.
"Da Da"
Chao Jian knocked the ground twice with his cane.
Chen Xishuang was startled, wiped his eyes, and limped away.
"When we looked at each other just now, I felt a chill down my spine." Chen Yang was still frightened.
Chao Jian: “…”
Chen Yang's back felt a little itchy, so he reached his hand around the back and into his clothes, and his fingertips touched an area of moisture.
"I think I've made some progress." Chen Yang said, scratching his back. "I can barely adapt to male ghosts, but children and girls... Let's take it slow. I'd better not think about it. Let's take it one step at a time."
Chao Jian looked at the part of his waist that was exposed from behind.
Chen Yang also looked back. He used to love sports and running around, and his skin was a healthy wheat color. Later, he stayed in a rehabilitation hospital for more than three years, and due to lack of sunlight, his skin turned a sickly white. Now he is slowly recovering.
The muscle lines are also developing towards their previous state.
Seeing that the boy was still looking, Chen Yang twisted his neck to take another look and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Chao Jian turned his head to look aside.
Chen Yang continued scratching his back. He straightened his clothes after scratching for a while and said, "Do you think I have made progress?"
The student wants a grade from the teacher.
After a while, he said to the teacher: "I don't want to talk about it."
Chen Yang: “…”
"When you no longer tremble when you see a ghost, ask me again and I will tell you then."
Chen Yang was speechless.
What the boy meant was that there was no need to give marks below the passing line, they were all zero and meaningless.
Wait until you pass the test.
Not long after, someone came to buy something from Chao Jian, but he sat on the bench without moving.
Emperor Chen Yang was not in a hurry, but the eunuch was, urging him to hurry up.
"It's twelve o'clock now, six hours countdown." Chen Yang said, "Brother, I'm counting on you, can you please be a little more motivated?"
"..." He walked towards Jian with his lips twitching.
Nothing happened in the afternoon until six o'clock, when it suddenly became dark.
The sun and the clouds disappeared, and the sky turned into a gray cloth.
It looks like suffocation.
It was as if the cloth was right on his face.
Chen Yang came out from the stall. He was walking towards Jian when he suddenly stopped and stared at the ground not far away.
A bright bloodstain appeared out of nowhere, and it kept growing.
It was like someone was crawling with difficulty.
The bloodstain passed by Chen Yang and spread all the way to the bridge.
shocking.
The people at the market walked on the bloodstains, watching with a smile, everything was normal.
The blood stained their shoes, and as they walked around the market, the ground was covered with a mess of bloodstains.
"I also found traces of crawling over there." Wang Kuanyou came over at some point and said in a deep voice, "It should have run through the entire market."
Chen Yang said: "Where did it start?"
"The Jiang family back then."
Chen Yang stood beside the bloodstain, not letting his feet step on it. He exhaled and said, "Closing the stall."
As soon as he finished speaking, the village chief's voice came over.
"Closing the stall!"
This part of the last day seemed to be very important. The village chief didn't trust anyone, so he counted the goods personally, one by one.
Jiang Miao from Laoji Village was the first one, and the others were waiting outside.
Chen Xishuang sat on the ground in a miserable state, with not a single intact part of his body: "Let's just have eleven people."
"It is now." said Wang Kuanyou.
"What do you mean now? It's safe behind us." Wang Xiaobei sensitively retorted, "It's just eleven people, 136.36 yuan per person!"
"You all made money, right?" With $160 in her pocket, she was full of energy, as if she were experiencing a last burst of vitality.
Chen Yang and the others did not respond.
The three Jiang people from Laoji Village were not with them and stayed far away.
"You must have all earned that amount."
Wang Xiaobei said to herself: "We are all fine this time and will be able to go back soon."
Chen Xishuang saw her flag flying.
"We'll calculate the per capita amount again at 8:30," said Chen Yang.
"Why?"
"That's when the ancestor worship ends." Chen Yang said, "Although we skipped the ancestor worship part, we still have to go through the process."
The atmosphere changed.
It is now 6:10, and there are still two hours and twenty minutes until 8:30.
A bit long.
Wang Xiaobei pushed the big frame and said with a smile: "It's okay. Now we don't have a stall and don't worship our ancestors anymore. We can't have any fewer people."
Chen Xishuang trembled his lips and said, "Stop talking, please! You put the flag in your own hands and you also put it in theirs. What are you doing?"
The process of counting the goods was long and lasted for more than half an hour.
The result was that eleven people became ten.
The one who is short is not doing clean business and the accounts don’t match.
The village chief asked everyone to stand in a row and counted their number, just like the first time.
"Ten."
The village chief said: "150 per person."
He looked at the list in his hand, which showed everyone's income.
"Two of them didn't meet the target. One earned 147.8 yuan, and the other earned 140.23 yuan."
As the village chief finished speaking, two screams were heard among the ten people.
They were two ginger men from Laoji Village. One of them was missing a leg and the other was missing an arm.
The broken part was not on the ground and disappeared out of thin air.
Chen Yang faced the village chief's numb face and felt a dry mouth.
At the beginning, Chen Yang thought that the people who came to the market would buy more things from the twenty-five Jiang family stalls.
After all, it is good for each of the three members of the Jiang family to achieve a total profit.
Later he found out that it was not the case.
Those who come to the market must visit the stalls normally. They are afraid of violating the taboos of the ginger people and dare not even think of cheating.
The villagers of Laoji Village do not have any advantages either.
Chen Yang looked at the two disabled Jiang men fainting in a pool of blood, and heard the village chief's voice again in his ears.
"There are eight left now," said the village chief, "and per capita..."
"No! This can't happen!
Wang Xiaobei screamed to stop the village chief from reading out the number. She shed tears with a grim face: "It doesn't count, it doesn't count, Grandpa, please don't..."
The sound died away before he finished speaking.
Wang Xiaobei fell straight to the ground. She seemed as if all her bones had been pulled out and she was stuffed into an invisible vacuum compression bag.
The body began to flatten and twist... and soon became a small wrinkled lump.
Chen Yang tried to grab Chao Jian with his eyelids twitching.
No wonder the only disabled people in the village are Jiang Da and Jiang Ren, it turns out that Jiang Miao is all dead.
There are only 7 people left.
The "make more money" and "exclamation mark" in the task prompt seemed particularly terrifying at this moment.
Everyone only knows their own income, but has no idea how much others have earned, or whether anyone has failed to meet the standard.
If there is one less person, the per capita quota will be increased a little, and you will be one point closer to danger.
There is still a living Jiang Miao in Laoji Village. She neither cries nor shouts, and seems to be waiting for the verdict with her eyes closed.
The six people on the tasker's side didn't make a sound either.
The village chief puffed his cigarette and glanced at them with his cloudy eyes: "Seven people."
Chen Xishuang kept holding the phone with the screen fixed on the calculator.
1500 divided by…
Every time one person was missing, he would change the digits at the back so that he could know the per capita amount before the village chief.
Wang Kuanyou was not like Chen Xishuang. He was good at arithmetic. With seven people, the average amount per person was a little over 214 yuan, so he earned more than 230 yuan, which was enough.
Wang Kuanyou was stunned when he felt severe pain in his left arm.
Chen Xishuang's scream brought him back to his senses. He covered the neat wound that was bleeding profusely, and a large amount of blood flowed out from between his fingers.
"I crossed the line." Wang Kuanyou said between painful groans.
The village chief asked him, "How much did you earn?"
"237."
"That's past!"
Chen Xishuang pointed his phone screen at the village chief and shouted anxiously, "This is the average amount for seven people. My friend passed. Village chief, what happened? He didn't fail!"
The village chief said: "There is only one possibility..."
"One of the seven is not a human being."