Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"Something happened." Li Mufeng stared at the toilet door and said to Zhang Chunliang with a serious expression.

The passengers outside the car heard a shrill scream coming from the toilet and stuck their heads out.

There were loud banging and crashing sounds coming from the bathroom, accompanied by intense screams.

"Conductor! Where's the conductor!" a passenger shouted hurriedly, "It seems like something went wrong in the toilet!"

The atmosphere in the carriage was filled with fear and panic. The passengers queuing in front of the toilet seemed to smell something strange coming from the cracks in the toilet and ran back to their seats with horror on their faces.

Zhang Chunliang put down the half-eaten biscuit and touched his pocket - the little octopus suddenly moved its tentacles.

Two conductors in blue uniforms came running over from other carriages. When they saw the unusual noise in the toilet, their faces changed drastically, and then they ran away without even looking back!

"What the hell is this? Is the conductor so irresponsible?" The people who didn't know the truth slammed the table in anger, but looking at the expression on the toilet, they were a little afraid and hesitated to move forward.

"Let me...let me see."

A stiff voice came from the front of the carriage.

When the passengers heard this, they looked over and were immediately shocked!

"What the hell is this!" Someone collapsed in his seat with a trembling voice.

A man in a strange "uniform" was standing there.

His face was ashen, his skin was spotted with dark purple, and he dragged his feet, walking step by step through the aisle of the carriage towards the toilet.

He was wearing a blue shirt, but if you looked closely, you would see that it was actually a white shirt with someone scribbling a circle on it with a watercolor pen to make it look closer to blue.

"What the hell is this?!" One passenger couldn't help but threw the earphones next to him at the machine.

So the strange man stopped, turned his neck stiffly, and looked at the passenger who hit him: "I... I am... a train... conductor..."

He drew out his voice, and spoke word by word.

The passengers were silent, not daring to look this strange man in the eye, but a sentence popped up involuntarily in their minds - if you meet a conductor who is not in uniform, please ask him what he had for the last staff meal.

This man claimed to be a conductor, but he was obviously not wearing a conductor's uniform. He was pretending to be one!

Next...it's time to ask him what he ate.

The passengers exchanged glances with each other, but no one wanted to be the first to speak up. What if they asked and angered this monster?

At this time, the conductor had already walked to Zhang Chunliang's side. He had a cold aura about him, even colder than the air conditioner.

His slow and sluggish steps suddenly stopped, and then he turned his head. His cloudy and unfocused eyes stared at Zhang Chunliang for a moment, and then he controlled his stiff muscles and twisted into a terrifying smile.

Then he walked to the toilet, took out a special key and opened the toilet door.

"Ah!!!" Lingling had lost her mind. She screamed madly, knocked down the "conductor" and rushed out.

Her entire body was soaked in a dark purple, smelly liquid, but she seemed to be unharmed.

Zhang Chunliang stood up, walked to the conductor, and looked into the toilet with him.

The entire wall was covered with strange mucus, and the girl who entered the bathroom with Lingling was nowhere to be seen.

There was a huge roar coming from the squat toilet, as if it was trying to swallow something.

"Hello." Zhang Chunliang said to the "conductor," "May I ask what you had for your last meal?"

The strange "conductor" didn't respond for a long time. He seemed to be thinking, but his brain was very slow.

"Blue...blue...conductor, sir," he said slowly, making a crackling sound in his neck.

"My last meal was... a blue, blue conductor..."

Zhang Chunliang immediately took a step back and replied calmly: "Is that so? Then I wish you a pleasant meal."

The conductor smiled again: "I am...very, very full, and...thank you..., it is also...very sweet..."

Zhang Chunliang was stunned for a moment and stopped in his tracks as he was about to escape.

The toilet was a certain distance away from the passenger seats. Everyone stared at the tall man, but couldn't hear what he was talking about with the monster.

He took a step back, ready to leave, but suddenly froze in place.

"...Should we run?" a passenger asked tremblingly.

"Thirteen thousand is not too expensive, otherwise I might as well just grit my teeth and get a sleeper berth."

"I won't encounter monsters in a sleeper berth?! Are you stupid? Hurry up and wait for the train to arrive. I'm getting off at the next fucking stop!!"

"By the way...how long have we been walking? Why hasn't the station been announced yet?"

The passengers tried to use communication to ease their inner fears, but Zhang Chunliang's heart was filled with disbelief.

What on earth is this guy trying to say?

He had only ever fed it to baby octopuses, so how did this conductor get a taste?

Could he be the incarnation of the little octopus? Not really. If he were that guy, he would have pounced on him by now.

But he obviously empathized with the little octopus and even tasted it.

Zhang Chunliang had a bold guess in his mind, thinking of what the strange young painter said, that the little octopus was connecting its brain to find its own kind. Is it possible that the little octopus has come into contact with that "kind" at this moment, so its sense of taste has been felt by that "kind", and therefore the subordinates of the same kind have tasted the taste.

There seem to be two forces on this train.

Whether it was the anxious reminder tone that suddenly appeared on the radio, or the antagonistic relationship between this strange conductor and the conductor in blue uniform...even the food had the difference between formal and informal.

So which two forces want to manipulate this train, and who should he choose to trust?

Suddenly, there was a burst of hurried footsteps in the distance, and at least seven or eight train conductors in blue uniforms, fully armed and with serious eyes, ran over.

"Catch him! This monster!" The passengers were immediately excited, it turned out that the group of train attendants had gone to get help!

This strange conductor moved very slowly and obviously had no ability to resist. He was soon entangled in chains and roughly pushed away by the conductor in blue uniform.

"I'm sorry that this happened." A conductor with a serious look calmed down the commotion and then spoke heavily, "This is a special mental patient who stole the conductor's key and ran away, causing such trouble to everyone. I'm sorry!"

He is probably a leader, and his words are very infectious.

"I promise that all train fares tomorrow will be 50% off!"

Suddenly, cheers of joy were heard in the carriage.

"Is a sleeper berth also possible? I want to change my ticket!"

The conductor readily agreed, and many passengers chose to go to the sleeper berths.

Some passengers were still waiting and watching. They had been frightened too much tonight and wanted to wait for the train to arrive and then transfer to another train.

"I'll help you change the berth." Zhang Chunliang looked at Wu Mei.

Her belly is already very big. In just two days, it looks a lot more bloated. As a pregnant woman, sitting for a long time is not a good thing.

At this moment, her expression was somewhat painful. She held her belly and breathed softly. This birth seemed to have tortured her quite a bit.

Hearing this, she nodded reluctantly.

The thin man beside him laughed: "What a good husband you are. You are considerate to your wife. I want to learn from you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Chunliang naturally reached out his hand to Wu Mei: "Give me more. I just spent all my change on snacks."

Wu Mei nodded, counted out a dozen bills from her purse, and handed over her bank card.

"Is that enough?" she asked softly.

Zhang Chunliang stretched out his hand to count the money and nodded.

"What did you want to say just now?" He turned his head and asked the thin man as if he remembered something.

"Nothing..." The thin man said dryly, his eyes full of complexity and envy, "You...you are amazing."