Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

The strange painting turned into silver light and quickly penetrated into Zhang Chunliang's body.

Zhang Chunliang checked his hands and feet but didn't find anything strange.

He raised his arm and looked at the faint fan-shaped scar on it - these were the fan-shaped scales that grew on his body after his identity was suspected by the landlord, and they were almost healed now.

If he continues to allow himself to mutate, will he become the mermaid in that picture?

Does the content of this painting reflect what happened in the previous game, or does it predict his future fate?

"Okay sir, the passenger has forgiven you, please go back to your seat and enjoy your dinner." The blue-uniformed conductor who had been standing silently in the corner of the room suddenly spoke with a smile on his face and made a gesture of invitation.

Zhang Chunliang put on his good clothes, twisted his greasy cuffs, and suddenly asked, "What did you eat for lunch?"

The conductor was stunned for a moment, then put on a standard smile and said, "We had carrots and chicken rice for lunch. The food on our train tastes great."

"Well, is that so?" Zhang Chunliang pushed open the door and walked towards the back of the room.

"You're going the wrong direction." The conductor quickly stopped him. "The staff area and the driver's cab are ahead. Passengers are not allowed to go through there."

"I'm sorry, the lights are too dim and I can't recognize the road clearly." Zhang Chunliang turned around calmly and chatted with the conductor as he walked. "Is there a cart selling snacks on the train? My son doesn't like to eat regular meals and is clamoring for snacks."

"Ah, is that so?" The conductor's smile faded. He was silent for a while before speaking, "The salesperson in charge of selling snacks has asked for leave. We only have the dining car on board now."

"No snacks at all?" Zhang Chunliang asked in dissatisfaction, "Is this really a regular train? How come there aren't even the most basic supplies?"

"Of course we do, but... are you sure you want to buy those?" The ticket seller stared at Zhang Chunliang with a creepy look.

Zhang Chunliang has been thinking about what is food from regular sources.

At first he thought it was the food sold on the train, but apparently, the passengers who had eaten that food all behaved strangely.

He knew that he might be thinking in the wrong direction. If we understand the word "regular source" literally, doesn't it mean food sold from regular manufacturers with various labels and certifications?

He had been on this train for half a day, but he had never heard the sound of a salesperson selling snacks on the train. He thought that these snacks might have been taken away deliberately.

"I'm sure, can you take me to buy snacks now?" Zhang Chunliang's tone was firm and decisive.

The salesperson looked at him for a while, then put on a smile again: "Okay, I hope you don't regret it."

It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening, and the passengers were drowsy after eating.

Some of them leaned against the walls of the carriage with their coats gathered around them, while others lay down on the long seats, pulling up the seat covers and wrapping themselves up.

"When will the train start? It's so late..." A sleepy-eyed passenger asked the conductor who was shuttling through the carriages.

"It's almost there, ma'am. Please be patient." The conductor in blue uniform answered patiently.

Zhang Chunliang was led by the conductor to an empty carriage, where several tables were neatly arranged, making it look like a restaurant on a train.

At the very end of the train carriage, there is a tall cabinet-like object with a faint fluorescent light. It is a vending machine filled with various snacks and drinks.

"Do you regret it?" The conductor did not approach the vending machine, he asked from a distance.

"...Indeed a little." Zhang Chunliang stood in front of the vending machine, his voice trembling a little - all the items in the vending machine were priced in units of one hundred yuan, even the simplest XX melon seeds cost four hundred yuan.

"Our train meals are delicious and affordable. We recommend that you choose our food." The conductor advised him tirelessly.

Apparently, the passenger in front of him was a bit stubborn, and with a click, some snacks fell from the shelf, all of which were cheap and filling.

This vending machine actually accepted payment with cash. The big bright red bills were swallowed up without any hesitation. Zhang Chunliang seemed to hear a faint sigh of satisfaction coming from all around.

……

Wu Mei and Li Mufeng had been waiting for Zhang Chunliang for a long time.

When he returned to the carriage with a bag of snacks, he keenly felt that there was a strange atmosphere in the carriage.

"What happened?" Zhang Chunliang glanced around the carriage, put the snacks on the table and motioned for the two to eat.

He opened a bag of bread and stuffed it into his mouth almost voraciously.

The train meal was still there, already completely cold, with a layer of dark yellow fat solidified on the fragrant mutton.

"After you left, some passengers bought train meals." Li Mufeng looked back and saw that the originally full carriage now had seven or eight fewer people. "Those who had eaten the train meals looked very strange."

At first, she just felt very sleepy and lay on the table. She couldn't be woken up no matter what she did. Later, a little girl suddenly screamed -

Her brother, who had just finished his train meal, began to melt.

The train meal was very expensive, so the family could only afford one portion and let the little boy eat it all. After he finished eating, he started saying he wanted to sleep.

In order to make the little boy sleep more comfortably, the family asked his sister to sit on the floor in the corridor, and the boy lay flat on the seat and fell asleep comfortably.

The air conditioning on the train was set at a low setting, and it was too cold on the ground. The little girl couldn't help but try to go around her brother to get the backpack that he was resting his head on. The moment she moved the backpack, her brother's scalp was torn off along with the backpack.

The girl's scream attracted a crowd of passengers. The family members cursed and pushed the little girl aside, trying to wake the boy up.

As a result, when the little boy's body was pushed, his face and limbs fell limply to the ground, turning into a pool of mud-like substance, and slowly flowed into the small hole next to the carriage.

"The family was crying their hearts out, saying their child had eaten the train food and died."

Later, a large number of train crew members came to deal with the matter. They asserted that the child had suddenly become like this due to some infectious disease, so they seriously took the boy's family and other people with similar symptoms away from the train.

"But some people who ate train meals did not show any symptoms, including those who shared food with others - according to the rules, we cannot accept food from unknown sources, right?"

"Food with formal packaging is edible." Zhang Chunliang swallowed a mouthful of bread, sighed tiredly, and felt sleepy and heavy.

"Those who may have exchanged food with each other brought food in proper packaging. As for those who ate the train meals - don't contact them. There must be something wrong with them."

"Where is that passenger?" Zhang Chunliang opened a pack, gave half to Li Mufeng and Wu Mei, and then stuffed a few pills into his mouth.

Since he came back, the passenger who had been sitting with the huge fat passenger had disappeared. Now, there was only a huge body on the seat, eating silently and making crunching sounds.

"What passenger?" Li Mufeng was a little confused. He followed Zhang Chunliang's gaze and answered in confusion, "There was only one fat man sitting there the whole time. Did you remember it wrongly, Dad?"

Zhang Chunliang stopped eating and looked at that position with a frown - no, there must be another passenger there.

But now, everyone was indifferent to his disappearance, including Li Mufeng and Wu Mei who were traveling with him, as if they had forgotten that there was another passenger there... He just disappeared silently.

How many passengers have been quietly replaced on the train like this?