Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"What the hell is this? A new activity on the train?" someone whispered.

"A new trick to sell a product? It's hilarious! I won't buy it!"

"That sounds creepy... I'm really hungry right now. By the way, they won't charge for the food, right...?"

"I recorded it. When I get to the station, I will report this bunch of rubbish who forced me to buy things!"

The originally tired people on the train now became energetic. Some of them were holding the instant noodles they had just cooked with hot water, and some were hesitant whether to eat them.

"Eat! Listen to these guys talking nonsense, they just want us to spend money to buy their food!"

Someone was urging him to eat the instant noodles.

The man hesitantly put it aside, saying, "Wait until it cools down before eating it."

So the person who had been making the fuss curled his lips and sat back in his original seat.

"There's something fishy about what this announcer said." Li Mufeng suddenly said, "At first she said that there was an emergency on the train, so it stopped temporarily. But later in the rules, she said that the train had arrived at the station, which is obviously inconsistent with her statement."

"No matter what, be careful." Wu Mei said cautiously. She turned her head and saw Zhang Chunliang looking at her, as if he was thinking about something, so she explained embarrassedly, "Although I am also an 'alien', but under normal circumstances, I can only kill people by creating illusions through my construction site domain. In this game, I haven't had time to absorb much flesh and blood, but this train has at least swallowed up thousands of lives."

It is just like the difference between a thief and a vicious murderer. They are both criminals in essence, but the thief would never dare to confront the murderer head-on, and there is even the risk of being killed.

Suddenly, the crowd began to riot.

"The door - the door opened!" People in other carriages screamed.

Zhang Chunliang looked out the window of the train. It was pitch black outside, without any light, but he could vaguely see a figure moving.

But this is obviously not a platform. What on earth are these people coming up?

No one dared to speak.

"Hello—" A fat body staggered to an empty seat in their carriage, "Can I sit here?"

The passenger next to the empty seat looked at the huge body of the new passenger with horror and began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Hello?" the fat passenger spoke again.

No one dared to interrupt, but they were all silently recalling the rules that the announcer had just mentioned.

When you meet a new passenger, check his ticket first to see if this is his seat. If not, let him sit down, ignore his presence and don't talk to him.

...How strange! The smarter passengers were already beginning to wonder. Since anyone who was not supposed to be in this seat could sit there, why bother looking up his number? Wouldn't it be enough to just ignore his presence?

Zhang Chunliang and his group also thought of this, and he turned his head to look at Li Mufeng.

The boy, who was about seven or eight years old, looked very serious at this moment. He made a fake mouth shape to Zhang Chunliang.

There is something wrong with this rule.

But after experiencing great fear, the passenger's mind was no longer able to think. With trembling hands, he took the fat passenger's ticket and found that the seat number was wrong. So he quickly returned it as if he had touched fire.

"Sit...sit..." In the quiet carriage, only his trembling voice could be heard.

So the fat passenger chuckled, moved his body, and sat heavily on the poor seat.

Nothing happened.

The fat passenger even asked the passenger next to him in a friendly manner: "Would you like some chicken feet?"

"No, thank you." The frightened passenger calmed down a little and remembered the rules that prohibit accepting food from unknown sources, so he politely refused.

"Pig's trotters, chicken breast... do you want to eat them?"

"No, I'm not hungry now." The passenger did not dare to offend the man and refused him again and again.

He didn't know when he completely lost his guard against the man. He just thought that this was a generous passenger with a scary appearance but a good temper.

So he couldn't help but ask: "Why are you here in the wilderness? Is there a station here?"

This was exactly what puzzled many passengers on the bus, so everyone pricked up their ears.

"Something happened on the last train, and they couldn't carry so many people, so they left some people off and waited for another train to pick them up. I'm too fat, so they told me to hold it in and wait for the next train to come." The man spoke in a buzzing voice, but his tone was very gentle.

Oh... so that's how it is. The passengers were immediately relieved. It seemed that it was not a supernatural event, but just a coincidence.

"The announcer is the same. He doesn't explain things clearly." Someone complained loudly, then relaxed, left his seat and went to the toilet next to the carriage.

The atmosphere in the entire carriage suddenly relaxed, and people began to discuss the rules in low voices again.

But there were also some people who still had strange looks on their faces and couldn't help but secretly glance at the man who was talking to the fat passenger.

His face was now ruddy, and he looked completely different from the extremely frightened man just now. He was chatting incessantly with the fat man who had just got on the car.

This group of people were still worried: It seemed that the rules mentioned earlier that you can't talk to people who sit in the wrong seat...and this person didn't seem to be in any trouble.

"Would you like some chicken feet?" the fat man asked the passenger again.

"Eat! Thank you." This time, he took it readily.

Li Mufeng turned his head away, unable to bear to look at it.

"Dad, you wouldn't be that stupid, right?" he asked with a subtle look on his face.

In his opinion, the passenger was already dead, but he didn't know how he died yet.

He broke two rules prohibited by the broadcast without knowing it. No, it may be that after a brief trial, he found that those rules were of no use at all, so he lost the most basic sense of awe.

In the carriage, many people saw how lively he was and thought the broadcast was a lie, so they took out their food and started eating.

There were even some passengers who didn't know each other, but found a common language during this tense and terrifying time and began to share food in a friendly manner.

"I think I know why 4444 is so powerful. Group infectiousness can be a scary thing sometimes." Wu Mei said enviously.

Zhang Chunliang didn't want to know what she was envious of at all.

The little octopus in his arms seemed to wake up, but it just lay there in his arms, twisting its body quietly and not wanting to get up.

"Are you hungry?" Zhang Chunliang asked.

"A little bit, Dad, can I have grandma's apple?" Li Mufeng thought Zhang Chunliang was asking him, so he deliberately raised the food that a passenger had just given him and said jokingly, "I won't give it to you even if you want to~"

The little octopus did not hear the broadcast and thought that the stingy guy did not want to share his food with Zhang Chunliang, so he stretched out his tentacles, rolled up the apple and handed it to Zhang Chunliang.

Zhang Chunliang was just about to say something to the little octopus when he saw it take a bite first, as if it had thought of something.

As if it felt the apple was very sweet, it raised it a little higher, wanting Zhang Chunliang to have a bite too.

But Zhang Chunliang's expression suddenly changed. He waved the apple in his claws and said to him hastily, "Spit it out quickly."

The little octopus curled up its tentacles, looking a little confused.

Then, a strong feeling of sleepiness made it collapse instantly.

Zhang Chunliang was dumbfounded for a moment as he held the limp octopus in his hands.

"Save, savior...it shouldn't be that easy..." Li Mufeng said dryly, turning his body guiltily.

"Hello, can I sit here?" a deep and pleasant voice sounded.

The seat next to Wu Mei was empty. At this time, a tall figure stood next to them. It was a young man with a drawing board on his back and wearing a mask.

However, that was clearly the seat next to Wu Mei, but the young man's eyes were fixed on Zhang Chunliang, and the smile in his eyes was hot and compelling.

With a creepy desire.