When Chen Yang heard the village chief's words, he felt as if he was pushed into a bucket of ice water by many hands.
The suffocating and biting coldness instantly rushed towards him.
That is to say, from the time when the number of people was counted and the per capita amount was calculated, their group was not eleven people, but ten.
There was a dead one mixed in there.
It’s just that it wasn’t noticed the first two times, so the abnormality occurred this time.
Who is that ghost
Chen Yang put down the hand that was holding Chao Jian and wiped the sweat on his hand on his clothes. His knuckles were stiff and not very flexible.
The seven people now are himself, Chao Jian, Xiao Xiang, Wang Kuanyou, Chen Xishuang, Qian Qin, and...
Chen Yang suddenly went to see the ginger seedlings in Laoji Village.
She was a young girl with long pigtails tied with a red rope on her shoulders. The skin on her face was a little rough, she was thin, and she was wearing an old cloth dress.
She stood there with her head down, not speaking, not crying or shouting, her eyes remained closed.
Whether it was the two Jiang Da from the same village who failed to meet the per capita quota and were punished, screaming with missing limbs and bleeding all over the ground, or the Jiang Miao from other places who were killed, she did not react at all.
Even when Wang Kuanyou unexpectedly failed, the village chief said one possibility was that the number of people was wrong, and one of the seven of them was not a human. She didn't even open her eyes when such a terrifying bomb exploded.
It was as if she was waiting for a result in her own world, and nothing and no one around her could affect her.
Was it because the tragic situation of the previous batch made her feel pessimistic and desperate? She simply couldn't stand this kind of torture and didn't want to die horribly like all the ginger seedlings, so she chose to commit suicide a long time ago
Chen Yang thought of this, and so did others.
The ghost was exposed.
The village chief walked up to the little girl, then cautiously stepped back a few steps to distance himself from her. He put his hand holding the long pipe behind his back, his wrinkled old face tinged with gray: "Jiang Miao."
The little girl's closed eyelashes moved and slowly opened, revealing a pair of dry and red eyes.
The village chief's hands were shaking behind his back, and his long pipe was also shaking. He said in an elder's tone: "You shouldn't be here. Go where you should go."
The little girl opened her mouth blankly.
"Go!" The village chief turned his head away, his old voice a little choked, "Your sister must be waiting for you."
The little girl seemed to have just reacted. She opened her eyes as wide as she could and said anxiously, "Village Chief, I... I didn't... I was..."
"no."
Xiao Xiang went to the little girl at some point and grabbed her hand.
"What's not?"
"She is a human being." Xiao Xiang said.
Everyone's face changed.
"I am, I am!" The little girl nodded hurriedly, "I'm not dead, I'm alive, I just didn't say anything because I was scared. I made a lot of money, I sold a lot this year."
She shook her shoulders and cried softly, not understanding why everyone suspected her.
"It's not me. It's not me who sneaked in."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Since the ginger seedlings in Laoji Village are alive...
The ghost is among them!
Cold sweat broke out on Chen Yang's back. Wang Kuanyou, who fainted after failing to complete the per capita quota, was definitely not a ghost. The remaining five people were left.
He is not, Chao Jian is not.
There are three left.
Xiaoxiang, Chen Xishuang, Qian Qin.
Chen Yang turned his head to look at the three of them, his eyes fixed on the wounded Chen Xishuang.
"Why are you looking at me?" Chen Xishuang blinked his bloodshot eyes.
He noticed a few more eyes were looking at him, and his face was full of confusion: "Why are you looking at me too?"
No one spoke.
"You don't think I..."
Chen Xishuang pointed at himself blankly: "No, you are wrong, I have a temperature."
He touched his face and his heart: "I have a heartbeat too, it really does!"
Chen Yang observed Xiao Xiang and Qian Qin out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with them, he paused holding Chao Jian's fingers and looked at Chen Xishuang.
Why doesn't anyone believe me? Chen Xishuang was so aggrieved that tears came out.
“You can check mine.”
He pointed to the girl from Laoji Village: "Just like checking her out."
Still no one paid any attention to him.
"Chen Yang!"
Chen Xishuang forgot the taboo of not calling him by the wrong name, and directly called him by his real name: "You also touched me and said I was hot."
When the name was called, Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, feeling that he had not heard it for a long time. He met Chen Xishuang's eyes for help and pursed his lips and said, "It was noon."
"But, but I..." Chen Xishuang bit his fingers helplessly, "I didn't leave the stall this afternoon. I listened to you and I remembered it very clearly. I was just selling things, I didn't leave..."
When he said this, his eyes widened in vain.
No, he left.
"I left. How could this happen? Why did I leave? What was I doing..."
Chen Xishuang muttered in a daze, and his hand touched his heart again.
My hands are cold and there is no heartbeat beneath my palms.
Chen Xishuang shook himself and turned around, raised his tearful face to look at everyone, and said blankly: "I remember now, I'm dead."
The ghost is Chen Xishuang.
He didn't know that he was dead, and he was still foolishly queuing up with others, experiencing round after round of death quotas.
Nervous, flustered, relieved, nervous... several emotions cycled through my mind.
The obsession to complete the mission and return wrapped him tightly.
It was only now that I remembered that I was dead.
Chen Yang thought of the scene at noon when Chen Xishuang bumped into Duck Feather, staggered onto the bridge, and his whole body was covered with wounds.
I'm afraid that at that time Chen Xishuang's life was connected with Jiang Ren.
When Jiang Ren fell on the bridge, he died. Chen Xishuang would also die at the same time.
Now the real ghost comes out.
The pitiful cries, accentuated by the strong smell of blood, produced a despair that made one's scalp tremble.
The few people who were still alive had no time to care about anything else, as the line of death was right at their feet.
They will run to their feet at any time.
The village chief didn't delay for long. He started to count the number of people one by one, from Chen Yang to Chao Jian, then to Xiao Xiang, Qian Qin, the little girl, and then counted in reverse. He counted back and forth several times to make sure that everything was correct.
"Five people."
The village chief took out his pipe and took two puffs: "300 per person."
Chen Yang increased the strength of the five fingers that were holding Chao Jian's arm.
Unconsciously tightening.
Chen Yang only knew the income of himself and Chao Jian. He had no idea how much Qian Qin, Xiao Xiang, and Jiang Miao from Laoji Village earned respectively, or whether they had reached this number.
We can't have any fewer people.
The village chief looked at the list and saw a line of words on it, which he read out.
“The per capita amount is all…”
The village chief looked like a madman, his dry face pressed against the list. After a few seconds, he brought the pipe to his lips tremblingly.
My hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't align them for a long time.
"It's over... We're profitable..." The village chief dropped his pipe to the ground, "The total amount of 1,500 has been completed..."
"It's done..."
The old man seemed to be dreaming, and walked away stepping on the pipe that he always held in his hand.
Chen Yang also seemed to be dreaming.
He regained consciousness after his calf was hit by a crutch.
It's safe.
This round is safe.
There is another one at 8:30.
It was 7:55 in the evening, very close to 8:30, and the five of them stayed where they were.
Several pools of blood on the ground flowed together and formed a large area.
The two ginger men were in a coma and no villagers came to take care of them.
Chen Yang looked at the little girl from Laoji Village.
"Worship the ancestors, after that."
The little girl understood and continued to close her eyes.
It seemed that the panic would be alleviated as long as I couldn't see it.
Chen Yang learned from the little girl's words that the villagers would carry them to the hospital for treatment only after the matter was completely over.
He caught a glimpse of something, his breathing quickened, and Wang Xiaobei's body disappeared.
Wang Kuanyou’s left forearm was gone due to excessive blood loss. He lay flat in a pool of blood, breathing weakly, his body twitching from pain from time to time.
"The time to leave the mission world is 8:30. As long as you are still breathing, you can go back." Xiao Xiang was as calm as ever.
"No, no, we didn't meet the per capita quota. Mission failed."
Wang Kuanyou said intermittently: "I will stay here forever... forever."
He struggled to open his eyes, trying to make himself look more energetic: "Without the curse, this village is just an ordinary village. Life here is not bad."
After saying that, he chuckled at himself.
Why deceive yourself? You can't go back after all.
It doesn't matter what the ending is.
Xiao Xiang saw Wang Kuanyou's dejection and the dead air wrapped in relief, so she said nothing more.
It is indeed as the other party said, if we fail to earn the per capita amount, the mission will be a failure.
This mission is different from the previous ones.
Rules cannot be universal.
Xiao Xiang suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Chen Yang.
Before Chen Yang could say anything, Wang Kuanyou said to him: "The notebook... is for you..."
Chen Yang closed his slightly opened mouth, his Adam's apple rolled, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Okay, I'll take it back."
Wang Kuanyou showed a satisfied expression.
Compared to Xiao Xiang, he still prefers Chen Yang's values.
He hopes Chen Yang can make it to the end.
Wang Kuanyou's eyes turned to a direction that was the young man with crutches who he could not see clearly at all. His pupils began to dilate and he slowly closed his eyes.
Chen Yang went over to check Wang Kuanyou's breath, and found there was still a little bit.
The same goes for the two Jiang Das in Laoji Village.
Chen Yang wiped the blood off his trouser legs and fainted. He whispered to Chao Jian, "When the village chief said that one of us was not a human, you flashed through my mind."
Chao Jian said nothing.
"Jiang Miao is from this world. We all have ID numbers and are citizens of this world."
Chen Yang said: "You are the only one who is an illegal resident."
Therefore, there is a high possibility that they will be regarded as aliens by the Jiang people.
"But then I thought, if it were you, then the initial twenty-five people would not be full." Chen Yang talked to himself, and then he let out the anger that he had been holding in his heart.
The next second, Chen Yang leaned towards Chao Jian and muttered strangely: "So, even though you don't have an ID number, you are still a person from this world."
Chao Jian rolled up his sleeves.
Chen Yang subconsciously lowered his eyes and looked. What he saw made the weirdness in his eyes turn into embarrassment.
There were four handprints on the boy's forearm, which were made by hand.
The culprit, Mr. Chen, was very embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention just now."
Chao Jian put his sleeve back and said, "Button it again next time. The trouble is in one place. Don't button it here and there. It hurts."
Chen Yang blurted out: "Then I'll be gentler next time."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang inadvertently caught a glimpse of a red figure, and his hand couldn't help but grab Chao Jian.
Then two more marks appeared on Chao Jian's forearm.
Chen Xishuang called Chen Yang's name wrong.
Strange things happen to people who are called by the wrong name.
Chen Yang didn't doze off or have nightmares, nor did he do anything abnormal. He just...
Saw the ginger man!
No matter how miserable his life was, he was still a fierce ghost. He killed people when he was happy and he killed people when he was unhappy. Chen Yang turned his head away pretending not to see anything and said to Chao Jian in a low voice, "It was Jiang Ren. I saw him."
Chao Jian: "Don't worry about it."
Chen Yang caught a glimpse of blood in the corner of his eyes, and said with rapid breathing: "He is floating over here."
Chao Jian pulled up the hat on the back of Chen Yang's coat, and the brim of the hat blocked his peripheral vision.
After this block, Chen Yang's stiff eyelids recovered a little, and he immediately closed his eyes.
"Chen... Jiang Ren..."
Chen Xishuang's voice sounded beside Chen Yang. He had already accepted his own death and now came to apologize. He did not mean to call the wrong name.
"Where did you go just now?" Chen Yang closed his eyes.
"Jiang Ren wants to be friends with me." Chen Xishuang said this. It seemed like he was answering a question irrelevantly, but the answer was actually contained in the information he revealed.
An idea suddenly popped up in Chen Yang's mind. The ghosts here have their own world and rules, and the tasker will join them when he dies.
Stayed here in a different form.
Chen Xishuang said dejectedly: "Before I realized I was dead, I thought I had made a lot of money, but that was fake."
"That was a false image I created for myself. In fact, I only made a little over 200 yuan."
Even if he hadn't been possessed by the ginger man, he would still have died.
It's ten past eight.
Chen Xishuang was still squatting there. He wanted to ask Chen Yang something.
"During my first mission, we exchanged contact information. When I returned to the real world and wanted to call a mission participant, I discovered that the contact information in my mind was wrong."
Chen Yang knew what Chen Xishuang was thinking, and also knew that he couldn't let go of something, so he said kindly: "The rules don't allow this."
Chen Xishuang first uttered an "Ah" in disappointment, then he opened his eyes and said, "I'm not a tasker, I'm a ghost."
"Please try it, please." Chen Xishuang pleaded pitifully.
Chen Yang was about to ask Chen Xishuang to tell him the address, but after thinking for a while, he opened Wang Kuanyou's backpack, found a pen, and took out the heavy notebook that carried several lives and hopes.
"You tell me, and I'll write it down."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Chen Xishuang told him his address in the countryside and his university dormitory. There was a bank card in the drawer, which contained the money he had saved from working.
"Please help me pass this money to my grandparents. You can use any explanation you want, just don't mention me. Don't mention me at all."
Chen Xishuang pouted: "If the rules don't completely delete my traces, once you mention it, the old man might remember that they should have a grandson... That would be bad."
Chen Yang put away his notebook and pen: "Don't worry."
"I'm relieved!" Chen Xishuang nodded vigorously and murmured, "I'm relieved..."
He stood up: "I'm leaving."
"Sooner or later, you will get rid of the terrible ID number and live a good life. I will pray for you."
Chen Xishuang disappeared.
Chen Yang zipped up his backpack and recalled his first meeting with Chen Xishuang at KFC and the other party's generous help.
At the beginning of the mission, he adopted the attitude of helping if he could.
As they launched their investigation, the background of the mission became clearer, but the many similarities between Chen Xishuang and Jiang Ren made him feel uneasy.
The result was still unavoidable.
Chen Yang looked at Xiao Xiang who had stood up: "Where are you going?"
Xiao Xiang said, "Go to the toilet."
"Many people have died while using the toilet. Don't go there."
Xiao Xiang sat back.
She combed her messy hair a few times and glanced at the only newcomer present.
If the loophole in ancestor worship had not been discovered, this period of time would have been exactly when Jiang Da was drawing lots in the ancestral hall, and it was unclear how many people would have died.
The average amount of liquidation after ancestor worship will be very dangerous, and it is very likely that the entire army will be wiped out.
Now that level is gone.
Xiao Xiang approached the newcomer and said in a low voice: "I hope we can still be teammates next time."
Qian Qin did not respond politely.
Xiao Xiang didn't care. She said what she needed to say and then sat quietly.
Before long, the atmosphere around me changed.
Because Wang Kuanyou is missing.
This was not what Chen Yang expected. It seemed that if the mission failed, they would disappear, even if they were not dead.
The rules clean up after themselves.
Chen Yang held his head with both hands and scratched his scalp with his fingertips.
To live, go down.
Little sister, you must bless your brother.
At half past eight, the village chief came over to count the number of people as if his head was being held by a ghost.
Five people are still five people, not one less.
So the result has not changed.
"In the last round of liquidation, there were five people, and the average amount per person was over 300. The total amount was confirmed to be 1,500."
After the village chief finished speaking in a high-pitched voice that sounded as if he was decades younger, the scene in front of Chen Yang changed. He was in the kitchen, with a pineapple cut in half on the chopping board.
Chao Jian stood beside him.
Back.
Chen Yang took down Wang Kuanyou's backpack and put it on the table, then wiped his face with a haggard look and said, "I'm going to sleep. If you want to eat pineapple, get it yourself."
"If you have anything to say, wait until I wake up naturally."
Chen Yang's brain was not working and he only remembered one instruction: sleep.
Chao Jian looked at the bright orange pineapple on the chopping board, then looked at the person walking out of the kitchen. He pressed his throbbing temples and followed the latter using his crutches.
So when Chen Yang fell on the bed, there was someone next to him.
They didn't care whether they were dirty or not, and they didn't take off their shoes, they just put their feet outside the bed.
Fell asleep in a lying position.
It was afternoon when Chen Yang lay down on the bed, and he woke up the next morning.
Catching up on sleep is the first thing to do after coming back alive.
Only after waking up did Chen Yang feel that his body functions were functioning normally.
Chen Yang's legs had been hanging on the edge of the bed for half a day and a night, and his muscles were very sore. He hammered them for a while and then lay back down.
"Chao Jian?"
There is no echo and the person is nowhere to be found.
Chen Yang fell asleep in a daze. A drop of cold liquid dripped into his eyes, and he woke up immediately.
The boy stood by the bed, one arm resting on the crutch and the other arm against the crutch, holding a piece of pineapple in his hand and poking it with chopsticks.
Water is dripping down.
“…” Chen Yang somersaulted, but due to lying down for too long, his brain was not getting enough blood supply, and he fell back on the bed dizzy.
"Just eat the pineapple if you want to. Why are you running to me?" A few drops of water fell on Chen Yang's face again.
Chao Jian took a bite of the pineapple without saying a word.
A drop of water hit Chen Yang's dry lips, and he licked it off with his tongue.
A little sweet.
Chen Yang was hungry. He sat up and rubbed his neck and face: "When did you wake up? Why didn't I feel anything?"
"Breakfast is on the table."
Chen Yang stopped rubbing his face and asked in shock, "You've been out?"
Chao Jian acted as if he didn't want to pay any attention to him.
Chen Yang sighed. It was normal for him to die in his sleep since he had just returned. He felt that every time he completed a mission, his life would be shortened.
I wonder if anyone has died suddenly in the mission world.
Half an hour later, when Chen Yang changed his clothes, washed up and sat at the table to eat breakfast.
Breakfast is soy milk and fried dough sticks.
It just happened to be the one he liked to eat at.
Chen Yang didn't use chopsticks to pick it up. He just used his hands. He tore off a piece of dough stick and stuffed it into his mouth. He said in a vague voice: "Do you have any sequelae?"
The boy on the balcony did not respond.
"I have." Chen Yang swallowed the dough sticks and took a big sip of soy milk. "Although the time points are seamlessly connected, I still feel like there is a gap."
"It stands to reason that the more times you go in and out of the mission world, the better you will adapt. Why don't I..."
Chen Yang went to the balcony with fried dough sticks in one hand and soy milk in the other, and found that the boy's eyes were focused on the flower pot. The words on his lips disappeared and were replaced by something else.
"Finally your seeds are exposed to the sun."
Chao Jian bent his back, put his elbows on his legs, and stared at the flowerpot without blinking, as if he was looking at something through it.
The aura around the young man became gentle yet fierce. Chen Yang wondered strangely, were the seeds and the ugly flowerpot his girlfriend's relics
Seeing something reminds you of someone
I should have thought of this earlier, otherwise how could she be so precious. Chen Yang squatted down and said tactfully: "This is your girlfriend..."
Chao Jian looked at him coldly: "Did the soy milk get into your brain?"
Chen Yang: “…”
Either it’s a girlfriend or someone you care about, Chen Yang thought while biting the fried dough stick.
Chao Jian pushed the glass window all the way down.
The sun shines on the balcony and time slows down.
Chen Yang kicked a cushion over and sat on it, basking in the sun while drinking soy milk and eating fried dough sticks.
Ordinariness and reality seeped into his pores little by little.
Come back alive.
"What kind of job do you think I should find?" Chen Yang said in a casual tone like he was chatting with a friend, "It's hard to adjust my state of mind when I'm doing tasks from time to time."
"And he died just like that."
Chao Jian hit him with his cane: "Go away."
Chen Yang saw the shadow of the older generation in the young man, the kind that would not allow people to say unlucky words. If someone said anything unlucky, they would get unhappy and would spit on the ground a few times.
The more I look at it, the more similar it is.
At the age of nineteen, how can her mentality be more mature than his
He has experienced so much in his life, separation, pain, loneliness, despair, struggle...
What about this person? What happened to him
Chen Yang looked at the young man's profile, which looked like a detailed painting, and was unconsciously mesmerized.
Then he was hit with the cane again.
"I just said that. You must find a way to come back alive."
Chen Yang came back to his senses, raised his head and drank a sip of soy milk, then said: "But things in the world are unpredictable, life and death are unpredictable."
Chao Jian's face was gloomy: "Why haven't you left yet?"
Chen Yang twitched his lips. This was a bad topic. There was negative energy between the lines.
"Let's not talk about this anymore, let's get back to my work."
"In addition to adjusting my mental state, I'm also worried about one thing." Chen Yang said, "What if I enter the mission world during work and you're not with me? Then we won't enter the same mission."
He suddenly got a chill and couldn't go to work, let alone go out.
Who knows when we will enter the mission world
Chen Yang felt a little scared and decided to be cautious. He and his partner didn't have to be inseparable, but they couldn't be far apart.
What about the job
For the sake of the mission, you can't even live a normal life
Chen Yang thought of those who work from home. If it were him, what would he do at home? Eat, drink, defecate, urinate, and sleep.
Still have to go out.
Chen Yang was just about to ask the boy to help him think when the cell phone on the coffee table rang.
He dozed off and Zhang Qi brought him a pillow.
But this pillow...
"Go to a rehabilitation center to be a security guard?" Chen Yang put the empty cup on the coffee table.
"Yes, security doesn't require as much as being a nurse. It doesn't require high technical skills. You can start right away. It's suitable for you."
Chen Yang: “…”
The security job doesn't match his major.
Chen Yang thought again, these days, there are few jobs that match one’s major.
"Brother, think about it. There's no rush. The person who wants to resign will leave at the end of next month. I've already told the captain that we won't be hiring before then."
Zhang Qi smiled and said, "I'll wait until you reply."
Chen Yang hung up the phone, was stunned for a moment, then stood up and ran to the balcony.
"Rehab security guard, what do you think?"
Chao Jian crossed his ten fingers and placed them on his abdomen. His eyes were slightly closed, so it was unclear what was in his eyes.
Chen Yang continued, "It's not necessary to go. The person who resigned will leave at the end of next month. I have a month to think about it..."
"It's too early."
Chen Yang didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Chao Jian's eyes closed completely: "Let's go next year."
Chen Yang: “…”
Next year? Is that position reserved for him? If he doesn't go, will it just stay there
Chao Jian pointed the index finger of his right hand at the base of his left hand and rubbed it a few times: "Next year, when my leg is healed, I will go with you."
Chen Yang was stunned and looked at his left leg.
The amount of information is a bit overwhelming.
Chen Yang's attention was focused on the one at the front. Tomorrow is only April 1st, and the first half of the year hasn't even ended. Can he live until next year
Besides, judging by the frequency of entering the mission world, if he is still alive next year, he should have gotten rid of his ID number, right
The task cannot be endless.
Chen Yang squatted down and said, "I thought about it, the most important thing is your legs."
"Once your leg is healed, everything else will be easy to solve."
"Since you said next year, then let's do it next year. The security job at the rehabilitation center is definitely gone. We can find another one then."
While thinking about replying to Brother Qi later, Chen Yang said, "What about your studies? You still have to take classes after taking a leave of absence. You will be with me for the next six months. Is that okay?"
"You can graduate without worrying about me." Chao Jian kicked him with his healthy leg, "You are blocking the sun."
Chen Yang moved away a little and looked at the soil in the flowerpot. The hair was gone. It must have been stroked off by the young man. He imagined the scene in his mind and his expression was indescribable.
"You sit here, I'm going to look at Wang Kuanyou's notebook."
Chen Yang stood up and wanted to pat the boy on the shoulder before leaving, but unexpectedly his hand was more thoughtful and patted the other person's head directly.
Chao Jian paused.
"You sit down, call me if you need anything." Chen Yang left quickly.
Chao Jian lowered his head, his short chestnut hair was fluffy, and when the sunlight shone on it, the ends of his hair were stained with a layer of gold.
After a while, he scratched the top of his hair and straightened it.
Chen Yang took out Wang Kuanyou's notebook in the kitchen.
Quite ordinary.
A very common style in bookstores.
Who would have thought that there were six notes in here, and each one contained at least one mission world.
Every word was stained with blood.
Chen Yang calmed his heavy and depressed mood, leaned on the edge of the table and opened the notebook.
The owner of the first note was an old man who died in the third mission.
The first two are recorded and the content is very concise.
River, duck, corpse, willow tree, hair, pass the parcel...
This is the way of summarizing.
You need to use your imagination to understand it.
Every time the old man finished recording the information of a mission world, he would sign at the bottom of that page.
—Old Man Li.
That's what he wrote.
He seems to be an old man who is a bit naughty and optimistic.
Chen Yang looked through it from the beginning. Although Old Man Li was the first one to write it, the notebook might not necessarily be his. It might also be something he picked up from someone else.
After calming himself down, Chen Yang turned over.
The second note was taken by a porter. His recording method was completely different from that of Old Man Li. It was as detailed as a diary written in school.
What you eat, what you drink, what you see, how you feel, and so on.
The mission rules were disrupted by the trivial daily life.
Chen Yang sorted out the information while watching. The porter wrote down five tasks, one of which was the train station.
Another set of rules.
The porter also signed his name at the bottom, just like Old Man Li.
-porter.
These three words are quite standard, just like his handwriting.
Chen Yang turned the pages one by one, reading line by line, until he came to Wang Kuanyou's notes.
There was only his first mission in it.
There is no Laoji Village.
Chen Yang took out Wang Kuanyou's ballpoint pen and filled in that one.
Written as the seventh person.
After finishing writing, Chen Yang also followed the crowd and left his signature.
—cy.
Chen Yang finished writing the last stroke of the last letter, and his mind went blank for a moment.
It seems like I have written this before...
The feeling passed by in a flash, leaving no trace.
Chen Yang took out all the other things in Wang Kuanyou’s backpack.
This is all the proof that Wang Kuanyou has been to this world.
Chen Yang spent some time sorting out Wang Kuanyou's belongings and put everything except the notebook into his sister's room.
Wang Kuanyou’s matter was settled, and what remained was Chen Xishuang’s instructions.
Chen Yang turned to the last page of the notebook, which contained the personal information that Chen Xishuang had told him.
He didn't really hold out much hope.
Because Zhao Yuan’s phone number left a deep impression on him.
I remembered every number clearly, but when I called, there was no such person.
When Chen Yang finished reading the information in the notebook, his breathing quickened. This information was exactly the same as what he remembered in his mind, without any error.
The rules didn't interfere
Maybe it was caused by Chen Xishuang’s physical condition
Chen Yang quickly searched the Internet for the address of Chen Xishuang’s hometown and found that it really existed. He then breathed a sigh of relief.
Be loyal to people who trust you.
Since you have promised, you must do it.
Chen Yang searched and found out that it would take two or three hours to get there from Sanlian Bridge, and that you could take a bus.
In the morning, Chen Yang told Chao Jian about the matter and asked him when he thought it would be better to go.
After asking, he just said, "It's best to go today."
This is the ghost's obsession, and it will be uncomfortable if you drag it on.
Chao Jian sat on the sofa and read a book: "You have already made a decision, why are you asking me?"
"… We are going together," Chen Yang coughed, "I am fine with anything, but I don't know about your situation."
Chao Jian didn't even raise his eyelids: "Afternoon."
Chen Yang was very satisfied with the time. He nodded and said, "What time in the afternoon?"
"We need to take the bus. I'll book the tickets online first. It should be possible to book one if it's not a holiday. The bus stops in the town. We'll have to ask people when we get there. Chen Xishuang's hometown is in the countryside..."
Chao Jian listened to his nagging and closed the book.
Chen Yang fell silent.
"Don't book the tickets." Chao Jian took the phone from Chen Yang's hand and threw it on the sofa, "Go to the room and get my phone."
Chen Yang went to get his cell phone in a daze.
Chao Jian made a phone call in front of Chen Yang.
Be brief and to the point.
Give me a car that can drive long distances and mountain roads and take me to Sanlianqiao at 2 o'clock.
That's it.
Chen Yang was a sensible person in a world without ghosts. He didn't ask who Chao Jian asked for the car, but just worriedly said, "If you drive, will it be unsafe..."
Chao Jian looked at him.
Chen Yangfu was inspired: "I will open it?"
He held his forehead and said, "No, I have a driver's license, but I have never driven a car before."
Chao Jian continued reading: "Leave at 2 pm."
"..." Chen Yang collapsed on the sofa, "I don't even trust myself. I don't know how you can be so calm."
"The steering wheel might shake when I touch it, so you should be prepared."
Chao Jian flicked the book in his hand.
That means, I'm reading, don't disturb me.
"Okay, you read your book. I'll go pack my things. I don't know when I will be back in the evening." Chen Yang dragged Cotton into the room.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Yang and Chao Jian went downstairs.
The car is parked downstairs.
A man in a suit handed over the car keys and left without saying a word from beginning to end.
Chen Yang looked at the black SUV in front of him, a modified version that looked like a black warrior. He put his backpack into the back seat and struggled to ask the boy.
"Let's find a designated driver."
Chao Jian opened the passenger door, threw his crutches inside, and stood on one foot by the door: "Come and help me."
Chen Yang went around to help him, still mumbling: "Why don't we call that guy back and have him drive us there."
Chao Jian sat in the passenger seat and slammed the door.
"… "
Didn’t you take your medicine
Chen Yang was not sure. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and decided not to provoke the person inside.
Since the other party dares to sit, then he will... give it a try.
Chen Yang thought that he would be so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and his hands would tremble when he touched the steering wheel. In fact, none of these things happened. The moment he sat in the driver's seat, his tense body surprisingly relaxed.
I have been learning to drive for several years, but my muscle reactions are still there.
Don't panic.
Chen Yang touched the steering wheel, it seemed like something was missing, his mouth felt empty, he should light a cigarette.
Chao Jian, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head away.
"I got in and found that it was different from what I thought." Chen Yang smiled at him while leaning on the steering wheel, "Don't worry, I will drive steadily."
Chao Jian looked at Chen Yang without reacting.
"Seat belt." Chen Yang subconsciously moved over and hooked the boy's seat belt buckle.
"Okay, let's go."
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