"Let's go to S University first to get Chen Xishuang's card."
Chen Yang turned the steering wheel: "I've been to S University before. The back street of that school is one of the most famous places in Qingcheng. There is a shop that sells delicious duck blood vermicelli. I don't know if it's still there..."
His voice suddenly paused.
No, if Chen Xishuang no longer existed, there would be no such person as him in S University.
Where is the card
Chen Yang parked the car on the side of the road and turned to look at the young man in the passenger seat.
Chao Jian swiped his phone: "Go if you want to."
"Then let's go and take a look." Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to know if there was anyone who had changed his name to replace Chen Xishuang.
The car drove out of the community, passed through the old street, and the road gradually became wider.
Chen Yang headed for S University with the clear navigation sound. Everything in Laoji Village echoed in his mind, and he still felt a lingering fear.
The final settlement of the average amount was the most thrilling part he had experienced so far. His heartbeat stopped suddenly, then started beating violently, up and down, and it was too much to bear.
Three days’ income determines life or death.
Even if Chen Xishuang hadn't been entangled by Jiang Ren, he would not have survived. He only earned a little over 200 yuan, and was either stuck in the section with Wang Xiaobei or in the section with Wang Kuanyou, and couldn't make it to the end.
Chen Yang thought of the newcomer Qian Qin again. Putting aside his style of doing things, they were able to avoid the third ancestor worship because the other party found a loophole.
If it cannot be avoided, given the nature of the rules, the possibility of Jiang Da drawing a blank lottery is zero, and many people will sell their family property.
If the number of people is drastically reduced, the per capita quota will increase to a terrifying level and none of them will survive.
Behind every dead end there is a way out.
The so-called rules within rules.
Chen Yang doesn't like escape room games. He never played one during school days. Puzzling puzzles is not something he is good at and it gives him a headache.
Thanks to my partner.
Whenever the other party had a clue, they would not tell him directly, but let him search for it himself.
At most, when he gets confused and takes the wrong path, you can drag him back in time, give him hints and guidance.
Those who don’t just throw the answers at students are all good teachers.
Chen Yang thought while gritting his teeth.
The car stopped at an intersection. Chen Yang pinched his wrist and leaned over the steering wheel to watch pedestrians crossing the road.
The mission world has rules, laws, and order, and so do the real world.
"Do you think that every time we enter a mission, the background of the world is the same, but it is located in different areas?"
Chen Yang reached into his pocket and felt for his ID number.
It would be nice if I could go somewhere other than the mission site during the mission, maybe I could find some clues.
Chen Yang suddenly thought of the Sanlian Bridge in the magazine at the train station. There was a place in the magazine that was not in the Sanlian Bridge in the real world.
What is the relationship between the mission world and the real world
“Beep—”
The sound of a car horn interrupted Chen Yang's thoughts. He started the car and left, glancing at the boy next to him, who was checking his phone the whole time.
Some topics are just impossible to discuss.
The door in the boy's heart was closed too tightly, and now it gradually showed signs of loosening, but the speed of opening was surprisingly slow. Unlike Chen Yang, the lock on the door fell off at some point, and it opened uncontrollably and couldn't be closed.
There were several times when he almost revealed his ID number.
Fortunately, this unscientific phenomenon only occurs in front of my partner and does not happen to other people.
Chen Yang tapped the steering wheel. Thinking about it carefully, he talked a lot when he was alone with the people around him.
I don’t have that much to say to others.
“Drive well.”
The low shouting in his ear came out of nowhere, and Chen Yang's face showed a guilty look as if he had been caught. He cleared his throat and said, "It's open."
He sneered at Jian.
Chen Yang felt like he was taking a child out to play. He unconsciously grabbed a few milk slices and threw them over: "It's almost there."
"Don't think about anything while driving. Don't be distracted." Chao Jian counted the milk tablets and said, "It's dangerous."
Chen Yang pursed his lips: "I know, I won't do that again."
The car, which was filled with a refreshing scent, fell silent until it drove into S University, and then Chen Yang spoke.
"I'll go ask someone where the chemistry department dormitory building is."
Chen Yang got out of the car, leaned against the car window and said, "Don't get out, I'll be back soon."
When he said the second half of the sentence, he didn't notice that the boy's pupils shrank slightly.
"I'll be back soon" are just a few common words or a sentence that are often spoken off the cuff.
But it is also a promise.
Many times this promise is the final farewell.
The person who said he would be back soon never came back.
After Chen Yang got the answer, he returned to the car and sensitively discovered that the air pressure in the car was too low. He looked at the young man who was at the center of the cold wave.
"What's wrong?"
The boy was in a daze, full of deathly silence.
Chen Yang leaned over and asked with concern: "Chao Jian?"
The young man raised his half-closed eyelids, and his dark and cold gaze fixed on his face, with no expression and no reaction.
“I’m back.”
Chen Yang hadn’t seen the boy behave so abnormally for a while. He swallowed and asked, “Are you okay?”
Chao Jian loosened his grip on the medicine bottle and said, "It's okay."
Chen Yang glanced at the medicine bottle in the boy's hand and drove to the dormitory building without asking any more questions.
Chen Xishuang lives in room 605.
Chen Yang knocked on the door smoothly and asked with a smile: "Hello, classmate, is Chen Xishuang here?"
The boy was confused: "You must have come to the wrong place. There is no such person in Room 605."
Chen Yang had expected this development. He put on a puzzled expression, "No? Erdong Chen, Dongnan Xixi Xi, Shuang."
The boy shook his head.
Chen Yang asked, "Are there any other male dormitory buildings in the Chemistry Department?"
The boy seemed to be in a very good mood, not showing any impatience at all: "No, it's just this building. Is the person you are looking for in 505? Or 603 or 604?"
"Oh, no, 603 and 604 are all in the same class with me. There is no Chen Xishuang in our class."
Chen Yang turned to look at Chao Jian, with a bewildered look as if wondering "How could this happen?"
The boy looked at the guy behind the handsome guy. He was so tall. Which school was he from? His face was covered by a mask and one of his legs was crippled. How could he still look so cool
Chen Yang said, "Classmate, we are sure we found the right room, it is 605."
"That's strange. I've never heard of the name Chen Xishuang. There are only three of us in the dormitory. We are all here. If you don't believe me, ask them."
The boy turned around and shouted: "Second brother, third brother, come out and receive the guests..."
The boy suddenly stopped talking and bit his tongue accidentally. He covered his mouth in pain and hissed, "Sorry, I was just joking with my two friends. I'm used to it."
Chen Yang smiled in understanding.
The boy's heart was beating fast, this brother is so gentle, and he is so handsome when he smiles, could it be that my lovebird...
A sinister look came over.
The good-looking boy raised his eyebrows and looked at her hot-bloodedly, with provocation and disdain in his eyes.
Chao Jian leaned on his crutches and raised his hand to pull down his mask.
Boy: “…”
Lost.
Poor lovebird, it fell to its death just as it flew over.
This day next year will be the anniversary of your death.
The other two people in the dormitory were typing away on their keyboards and had no time to come out, so the boy opened all the doors and let Chen Yang see for himself.
Chen Yang took the opportunity to look inside, his eyes fixed on the upper bunk bed near the door.
According to Chen Xishuang, that was his bed.
Now it's full of clutter.
Chen Yang found Chen Xishuang's computer desk and discovered that the cabinet doors and drawers were all open, and that they were filled with miscellaneous items in a mess.
There were only three signs of people living in the entire dormitory.
Chen Xishuang died in the mission world, and no one changed his name to replace his life in the real world.
This is the same ending as the tasker that Wu Yu mentioned, she did not hide anything.
Chen Yang apologized, "Maybe I really made a mistake."
"It's okay." The boy leaned against the dormitory door. "Is Chen Xishuang important to you? Otherwise, give me your phone number and I will contact you when I find out the result."
Chen Yang said no, he turned and walked towards the corridor entrance, holding Chao Jian's hand.
A boy shouted from behind: "I can help you post on the school forum and ask!"
Chen Yang paused.
Forget it, even if we find Chen Xishuang, he is just someone with the same name.
The boy chased after him and asked enthusiastically, "Handsome, can your brother come downstairs? Do you want me to carry him down?"
Chen Yang looked at him, then looked at Chao Jian.
The two are about the same age, one is full of energy and youth, while the other is stagnant, and only in very rare cases does he show a bit of youthfulness.
Seeing Chao Jian coming down the stairs with crutches, Chen Yang immediately grabbed him.
It is easy to go up the mountain, but difficult to go down. It would be terrible if you fall down.
Chen Yang carried Chao Jian on his back and walked down the stairs. The innocent and clean sight behind him was still there. He suddenly turned around and said, "Do you like playing escape games?"
The boy lied with his eyes open: "I like it very much, it's exciting."
"You can play more games of that kind, and you can also watch suspense films, horror films, bloody and violent films. It's better than not watching them at all."
Chen Yang's mumbling voice echoed in the corridor.
The boy scratched his head in confusion, looking at him like a weirdo.
Hmm, are escape games fun? I'll go back and download one to play.
Not long after, Chen Yang and Chao Jian were sitting face to face in a small shop on the back street of S University, with bottles and jars of seasonings, chopstick holders, tissue boxes, menus, and two glasses of water in the middle.
Chen Yang said: "I don't have much appetite, how about you?"
"No."
Chen Yang: "... Then why do you want me to bring you here?"
Chao Jian: "Order a bowl."
Chen Yang waved to the waiter and asked him to come over: "We want a serving of duck blood vermicelli."
The clerk stopped wiping the table, his eyes suddenly became a little subtle: "One serving?"
Chen Yang: “Yeah.”
The clerk put the two cups of water back where they were: "Big bowl or small bowl?"
Chen Yang asked Chao Jian: "What do you think?"
Chao Jian: "Big bowl."
Chen Yang looked at the dumbfounded clerk.
The waiter shouted, "A large bowl of duck blood vermicelli, one serving!"
When this voice was heard, everyone else in the store seemed to smell something. Those who were eating, waiting to eat, or chatting after eating all turned their heads towards Chen Yang and Chao Jian.
Chen Yang was puzzled.
Chao Jian handed him the phone: "New game, escape room."
Chen Yang's attention was immediately drawn away.
What you fear will come true. Chen Yang wanted to escape from the secret room on the way, and now he is controlling the little man to find the key in the secret room.
The secret room is clearly visible at first glance and the key is easy to find.
It's all routine.
The duck blood vermicelli came up, but Chen Yang was still wandering around in the secret room, his brain cells committing suicide in droves.
"Is there a bug in this game?" Chen Yang was having a hard time playing it.
Chao Jian took off his mask and put it aside. Many eyes were focused on him. He ignored them and opened the disposable chopsticks. The first step was to remove a bunch of coriander on the vermicelli.
The second step is to pick the peanuts and put them in a pile in the corner.
Remove the unpalatable ones and leave the delicious ones for later to eat slowly.
Chen Yang's will died in the secret room. He missed Chao Jian's childish nature. He pressed the keys on his mobile phone to control the little man to lie dead in the secret room.
"Where could the key be hidden? I've looked everywhere I could, and I can't think of any other possibilities except a bug."
Chao Jian said slowly: "I found the key in five seconds."
Chen Yang: “…”
"It seems that my face is ugly." Chen Yang said.
Chao Jian frowned and said, "Stupid is stupid, don't throw the pot in your face."
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, then asked out of curiosity: "Am I ugly in your eyes?"
Chao Jian lowered his head and started eating vermicelli.
After waiting for a while without getting an answer, Chen Yang knew that the topic was cut short. He curled his lips, thinking it was probably the answer.
To this young man, everyone in the world is ugly, so how could he be an exception
Teacher Chao would not directly tell the key hiding place, but would just tell the stupid students that there was no bug in the game, but in their brain.
Chen Yang lay on the table. The lack of bugs meant that his escape route was blocked. He had no more excuses to be lazy, so he started searching again with the mentality of escaping for his life.
This time it didn't take long to clear the level.
There was a large bouquet of roses on the desk. Chen Yang clicked on it immediately when he started playing, but he missed the rolled-up leaves.
The medicine spoon is hidden inside.
Very pocket-sized.
As expected, whether it is a game or a mission world, the creators like to play with everyone's fixed thinking and hide clues in places that are easy to overlook.
Chen Yang opened the door of the secret room, and was greeted by a new secret room, like a Russian nesting doll. He looked around through the perspective of the little man: "How many levels do I have to pass before I can finish?"
Chao Jian: "Seventeenth level."
Chen Yang silently placed the phone in front of him.
Excuse me.
Chao Jian ate the bowl of duck blood vermicelli very slowly. He ate it one by one, and after finishing one, he would wait for a while before eating the next one.
Not to mention the people in the store, Chen Yang felt a little embarrassed to watch.
"If you eat like this, we will still be here when the sun goes down."
Chao Jian put down his chopsticks and said, "Pack it up."
Chen Yang: “…”
He whispered, "Are you unable to eat, or are you reluctant to eat?"
No response.
Chen Yang had no idea what to do with this partner who was the same age as his sister. He wouldn't respond to even the most common topics and was too difficult to figure out.
The unfinished duck blood vermicelli was eventually carried out of the shop and brought back to the car.
Chen Yang unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and took two sips. Chen Xishuang was cleared out, and the card in the dormitory drawer was also gone. His obsession was to let his grandparents enjoy their old age.
What now
Chen Yang thought about his savings and the boy's voice rang in his ears.
"How much?" he asked.
Chen Yang was stunned by the question. Chen Xishuang only said that there was a sum of money in the card that he had saved from working, but did not say how much.
Chao Jian said, "Two hundred thousand, is that enough?"
"..." Chen Yang pressed his eyebrows, "I'm afraid the old man won't accept even 20,000."
"It's so strange that two strangers like us would give them money. We wouldn't dare to accept it if it were us."
Not all elderly people are bad people. They like to take advantage of others when they get older.
It is so unsettling to receive a windfall, and if you are worried, you might even suffer from a mental illness because of it.
"Let's talk about it when you get there." Chao Jian threw something to him.
Chen Yang lowered his head and saw that it was a black card. He blurted out, "Unlimited?"
"Don't think about it, the password is 012322." Chao Jian opened the lid of the disposable lunch box and continued to eat his vermicelli.
Chen Yang looked out through the car window and saw an ATM not far away. He said, "I'm going to withdraw 30,000 yuan."
Chao Jian bit off the fan: "Take 100,000 and keep the remaining 70,000 at home."
"Why leave it at home?" Chen Yang asked puzzledly, "I used my phone to pay for my living expenses."
Chao Jian said, "Don't spend it. Put it in the drawer."
"… "
To protect the house? Chen Yang couldn't understand the boy's thoughts. Since the money was not his, he didn't dwell on it.
A moment later, Chen Yang looked at the ATM and was dizzy at the huge string of numbers. He was a common citizen and had never seen so much money before.
Even though it was just a number, it was enough to shatter his worldview.
Is this different from unlimited
It’s not a sum that you can’t spend in several lifetimes.
Chen Yang hesitated in front of the ATM for a long time before moving. When he took out the money, he had the illusion that the whole world was trying to harm him.
As soon as he got back into the car, Chen Yang returned the card to Chao Jian.
"Leave it to you." He threw it back to Jian, as casually as throwing a piece of paper.
The card fell on Chen Yang's legs. He picked it up carefully with both hands and put it back to where it came from: "Goodbye, you should keep it for yourself."
"You can only work next year, and you will eat dirt for the second half of the year?"
Chen Yang: “…”
"My living expenses." Chao Jian stuffed the card into his pocket. "Let's forget about this topic. Let's not talk about it anymore."
Chen Yang had no choice but to give up.
"Drive." Chao Jian scooped up the duck blood and ate it. "It won't affect me."
Chen Yang glanced at the boy holding the disposable lunch box, made sure that he was not bragging, and then left.
Qingcheng is a rare comprehensive city, which is suitable for hard-working people to shine, and also a place for Buddhists to relax and unwind.
The rhythm of life seems to be divided into two parts, one part is tight and the other part is leisurely, and the two together make up Qingcheng.
Although the housing prices here are much higher than three or four years ago, they are much more affordable than in other cities.
Chen Yang followed the navigation system and was impressed all the way. Qingcheng is well connected, with wide and flat roads, and a great visual effect. This is his hometown, where he was born and raised, and grew up. He went from being wanton and ostentatious to being decadent and lonely, giving up on himself, becoming numb and boring, and then starting over.
Everything happened in this city.
Even though now in Chen Yang's heart, the feeling it gives him is no longer the same as before, and now it has a sense of strangeness in its familiarity, he still hopes that what he is worried about will not happen.
Not long after Chen Yang got on the highway, he saw his classmate finally finished eating the duck blood vermicelli. He also successfully tasted the spicy flavor and was expected to be hungry.
Chao Jian tied the bag into a knot and let out a long breath: "It doesn't taste good."
Chen Yang suspected that he had heard wrongly: "What did you say?"
Chao Jian's face looked a little unhappy, as if someone owed him 100 million: "The vermicelli is not delicious, the duck blood is not fresh, the peanuts are not crispy, and the soup is not tasty either."
There were question marks popping up on Chen Yang’s head.
Then you spent so long eating and there’s not a drop left
"Everyone has their own taste. I really think it's delicious. If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it." Chen Yang said.
Chao Jian peeled two milk slices and put them in his mouth, chewing them with a crunching sound: "What a shameful waste."
Chen Yang: “…”
Bullshit, how often have you eaten leftovers
It was a two or three hour journey, and Chen Yang originally planned to hold on and stop for rest.
As a result, Chao Jian felt uncomfortable in his stomach after eating vermicelli and needed to rest.
"Let's go inside for a while." Chen Yang parked the car and helped Chao Jian out of the car skillfully. "I'll eat something while I'm here."
Chao Jian adjusted his crutches, raised his eyes and glanced at the rest stop, his brows twitching slightly.
"Let's go." He said with his crutches.
Chen Yang stopped for a few seconds before catching up with Chao Jian. The shadow of the train station was too big. He saw a rest stop with a similar structure. For a moment, he felt that this place would become a rest stop in the mission world.
There are many cars and few people outside, but there are many people inside.
Chen Yang took Chao Jian to the buffet restaurant. As he was walking, he realized something was wrong and reached into his pocket.
Touched a hand.
The owner of the hands was a little yellow-haired boy. He raised his hands up like a frightened little rabbit.
Chen Yang looked at his cell phone which was half pulled out.
The little yellow-haired boy said seriously, "Brother, I saw your phone was about to fall out, so I wanted to call you, but my hand was faster than my mouth, and that's why something that could easily be misunderstood happened."
"My mother said that when you go out, you should help others." He bowed 90 degrees, straightened his chest and shouted, "Brother, please believe me!"
"… "
Chen Yang gave him a look that told him to get out of here quickly.
The little yellow-haired boy disappeared in a flash.
Chen Yang and Chao Jian were resting in the restaurant, and the little yellow-haired boy was chattering non-stop.
"Fuck, you didn't see it. That phone is so good. It's absolutely custom-made. I don't know how cool it is to use."
A few buddies were cracking melon seeds and drinking beer.
“But you didn’t succeed.”
"Are you embarrassed to be caught red-handed?"
“Shame on you.”
The little yellow-haired boy spat out a mouthful of blood. He pushed towards the boss exaggeratedly: "Brother Dong, the pineapple lady is so scary, please let me feel a little manly!"
Xiangdong lay on his arm, his voice hoarse: "Your claws won't obey me again? Chop them off."
"Here, here's the knife."
Pineapple threw a nail clipper over.
The yellow-haired boy crossed his hands and stuffed them into his armpits: "No, I just want to touch the phone. I don't want anything else. I swear on my twenty-year virginity!"
My buddies look at me and I look at you.
"Is virginity valuable?"
“It’s everywhere.”
“I can’t send anyone away even if I want to.”
"… "
Xiangdong yelled angrily: "Stop making so much noise, if anyone says another word, I'll make him write a paper!"
Everyone immediately quieted down.
It's really scary. The boss's style is getting more and more confusing. Is a thesis something they can write? They don't even know those two words.
"Shit."
Xiangdong lifted a dead face from his arms.
The little yellow-haired boy was startled: "Brother Dong, why do you look so bad?"
"Yeah, it's bad."
"Low blood sugar or endocrine disorder? Brother Dong, tell me the symptoms and I'll find a blogger online for you to consult."
"It's not the blogger's turn. I've read some Chinese medicine books recently. Let me check Dong Ge's pulse. He was fine just now, why is he now..."
Xiangdong glared at them murderously. What happened just now was bullshit. I just escaped from death.
Now that the train station and rest stop are in place, what other stations are there? Gas stations? Garbage collection stations
I'm dead.
Xiangdong lay back down with a look of despair.
The little yellow-haired guys whispered to each other and quietly shrank aside.
It seems like Dong Ge has an uncle this year.
It comes at irregular intervals, suddenly, and very fiercely.
They were quiet for a while, then started mocking the little yellow-haired boy again. They were caught red-handed, which was so damn embarrassing.
"That person didn't beat you up. According to my analysis, he is either a saint or..."
Little yellow-haired boy leaned in: "What do you mean?"
"I fell in love with you at first sight."
"… "
Fengli slumped in the chair: "You've aroused my curiosity. Is the owner of the phone still at the rest stop?"
The little yellow-haired boy said, "I don't know. When I met them, they seemed to be heading to the cafeteria."
"It must still be there. Guys, let's go and see what awesome phones and awesome people look like."
"Very handsome, tall and thin, with a similar hairstyle to our boss, except one has a crew cut and the other has a rounded one. His face is very refreshing, just like what the books say, like a spring breeze coming overnight."
The little yellow-haired boy’s knowledge had almost reached its limit. He smacked his lips and shuddered as he thought of something.
"Brothers, let's not go. That man has an accomplice. I suspect that the other party noticed me when I first approached him. I didn't say anything in order to let him find out by himself. Do you understand what I mean? That's it, big brother!"
"What kind of world is this? A person with crutches actually has such an aura..."
Xiangdong, who was lying prone, jumped up, rushed to the little yellow-haired boy with a few big strides, grabbed his collar and lifted him up: "What the hell?"
Little yellow-haired idiot face: "Ah?"
"What are you leaning on?"
"Crutches, a pair of metal crutches." The little yellow-haired boy said hurriedly.
Xiangdong couldn't bear to hear this. He was furious as if his ancestral grave had been dug up. He panted and asked, "Which buffet restaurant?"
“The biggest one at the rest stop.”
Xiangdong threw the little yellow-haired boy back onto the chair, turned around and walked out: "Don't follow me!"
Pineapple and the others stopped where they were.
"What happened to Brother Dong? The one using crutches is his enemy?"
"The one with the crippled leg can't beat Brother Dong. It's okay, it's okay, let's continue cracking melon seeds."
Chen Yang had just ordered a meal and hadn't taken a single bite when Xiangdong's mad dog breath rushed into his nostrils, and his temples began to throb.
There was a commotion at the door and Chen Yang covered his face with his hands.
Chao Jian said coldly: "Eat yours."
Chen Yang picked up a piece of potato and ate it. The soft and sticky texture stuck to his throat. His appetite was greatly affected by the following episode.
Xiangdong is tall and handsome. As soon as he came in, he reignited the atmosphere that had finally calmed down.
He looked around the restaurant and easily found his target. The people the yellow-haired boy met were actually Chen Baicai and the man with the crippled leg. What a damn coincidence.
These two people are really damn lucky.
I entered the rest stop of the mission world when I got here, but they didn’t enter and started eating.
Xiangdong scratched the corner of his mouth with his thumb and snorted unhappily. He straightened his collar and walked over with his long legs swung.
"Oh, I'm eating." Xiangdong leaned back on the chair next to Chen Yang with his hands in his pockets.
Chen Yang swallowed the beef in his mouth: "It's you."
"Yes, it's me." Xiang Dong said, looking at Chao Jian's crutches, with a hint of reflexive vigilance in his eyes, "Brother, I haven't seen you for half a month, and you still have a broken leg. It's really unfortunate."
Chao Jian, with earphones in her ears, gave him a blank look.
Damn it, it was this look and this weird look that gave me nightmares for several days in a row. I wanted to step on him.
Chen Yang felt the blood and anger from Xiang Dong. He frowned and said, "Don't look for trouble."
"I don't like what you said." Xiang Dong said hypocritically, "After I made you run away at KFC last time, we haven't seen each other for half a month. Do you know what this means? A day without seeing each other feels like three autumns. Half a month is 15 times three, which is forty-five autumns."
"Forty-five years."
Chen Yang was eating the scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the plate: "No wonder your hair has turned white."
This move caught Xiangdong off guard.
One day when he was looking in the mirror, he suddenly found that there were a few tufts of white on both sides of his temples. He thought that he was in the prime of his life, but he looked so weak. It was all because of the mission.
Xiangdong went to the barber shop in anger and dyed his hair white. Now he has started taking medicine to nourish his heart, brain, and kidneys.
"Shouldn't there be a follow-up to the KFC incident? If it weren't for that whining monster, would you have been able to escape?" Xiangdong gritted his teeth, "I still get angry when I think about it. I'll catch that guy when I catch him..."
Chen Yang put down his chopsticks: "Why are you here?"
Xiangdong saw that Chen Yang looked very unhappy. He pursed his lips and put away his cynical attitude a little: "Come out and play."
Then he said something shocking: "This place is connected to the mission world, I just escaped."
Chen Yang took a breath. The rest stop was actually the same as a train station.
Is this the legendary sixth sense
Xiangdong took a cigarette out of the cigarette box and played with it between his fingers: "What about you, did you enter the mission world after the train station?"
Chen Yang said: "I went in yesterday."
"Sure, I'm comforted."
Xiangdong squeezed one leg between two chairs and sat down sideways: "Come on, let's have a chat."
Chen Yang briefly explained the mission of Laoji Village.
"What a pervert." Xiangdong clicked his tongue and revealed the rules of the rest stop in a polite and pertinent manner.
Even if it's useless, you still have to listen to the other party's mission.
Chen Yang remembered that when they were at the train station, Xiangdong said that this was his fourth mission, so now he had completed five.
He looked at Xiangdong carefully twice, as if he was getting to know him all over again.
Xiangdong frowned and said, "What's that look in your eyes? I have fought through every mission with real guns and real ammunition."
Chen Yang suddenly said involuntarily: "I have a notebook."
After saying this, he came to his senses. He didn't understand why he said this to Xiangdong.
Just trust Chao Jian.
How come even Xiangdong has entered his safe zone now
"Huh? A notebook? Is that a gift for me?" Xiangdong said, shaking his legs. "I don't know how to accept this."
"Okay, no."
Chen Yang opened his backpack. Besides some supplies, there were two notebooks inside. One was given by Xiangyue, a nurse at the rehabilitation center, and the other was from Wang Kuanyou. He took out the latter's notebook.
After listening to the story about the notebook, Xiangdong stroked his chin and said, "It's quite interesting."
He asked Chen Yang for a pen and quickly wrote down his five tasks on the notebook. He did not look through other people's parts as he was not interested.
Chen Yang looked at what Xiangdong had written. The handwriting was like dog paws revealed by the wind blowing through the grass. He didn't recognize a single word, so he had to guess. He paused in putting away the notebook and said, "Sign your name."
"Whoever took the lead in this, it feels like a strong sense of ceremony." Xiangdong took the notebook and pen jokingly, and wrote a line at the end of his page.
—The most invincible and handsome guy in the world.
Chen Yang wanted to leave without eating much, but Xiangdong would not miss this opportunity.
"Leave me your WeChat." Xiangdong gestured to Chen Yang to look at the man on crutches. "Things are different now. I can't do anything to you."
Chen Yang looked at Xiangdong for a few seconds and added him on WeChat.
Xiangdong achieved his goal. He felt refreshed and all the fatigue from the mission world was swept away. He kicked Chao Jian's crutch lightly.
"It's not a big deal to have this leg disabled all the time."
Xiangdong's IQ suddenly increased. He turned around and asked Chen Yang, "You were on a mission yesterday. Where was this person? Did he go in with you?"
Chen Yang's eyelids twitched.
"I wanted to ask you last time," Xiang Dong leaned close to Chen Yang's ear and said, "How did you and him become partners? Did you first meet in the mission world and then happened to bump into each other in the real world, or vice versa?"
If it were the other way around, the nature would change.
Xiangdong is somewhat interested in fixed teammates. He doesn't expect his partner to help him. He just wants to have someone familiar to talk to when he dies one day.
Before Chen Yang could say anything, someone suddenly pounced on him from behind. He noticed it through the changes in his surroundings and dodged to the side in time.
At the same time, Chao Jian's cane was swung, and Xiangdong's fist followed closely.
Xiangdong recognized the man. He was one of the survivors of the mission at the rest stop. He was the oldest among the old men, having experienced seven missions. He was skinny and even more useless than the painter.
"You're looking for death." Xiangdong kicked him away.
The man had a face that was corroded by drugs for many years, like a monster. He stood up from the ground with a bloody head. He ignored Xiangdong and just stared at Chen Yang, as if he wanted to eat him alive.
The next second, as if he had discovered something, the man stretched his neck like a giraffe and sniffed Chao Jian, letting out a comfortable gasp from his throat.
Chao Jian used the crutch again.
The man was knocked to the ground, his body convulsed a few times, and he struggled to crawl towards Chao Jian.
"smell… "
"Give me... a taste..."
Xiangdong was confused: "Fuck, what the hell!"
Seeing that more and more people gathered around, Chen Yang carried Chao Jian on his back and left.
"Wait for me." Xiangdong followed with big strides.
"Make way! Make way!"
A woman rushed into the restaurant and complained to the person on the ground: "What are you doing? You suddenly lost your temper and suddenly pushed the bodyguards away and ran here. How can I take you to see a doctor if you are like this..."
The man grabbed the woman's trouser leg and pointed outside the restaurant: "He smells like... incense..."
"What are you talking about? Get up first. Who broke your head? Someone come here!"
"Don't worry about it!" The man yelled nervously, "Go find the man with crutches and stop him. Don't let him go. Go—"
The mental trauma caused by the mission world can be cured.
The author has something to say: See you tomorrow.