ID number 019

The high-decibel screams from the women's toilets almost overturned the station.

The male passengers in the aisle were in a mess, flapping their wings and pecking at each other like roosters in a cage. They were at a loss, and everyone had "what's wrong, what's wrong" written in their eyes.

The male passenger with his own companion in the women's toilet was very anxious and rushed in with his teeth gritted.

Then came a series of screams.

Boys are also very afraid, they look pale, not inferior to girls.

Sun Xingxing came out of the men's room with a pale face, grabbed his trouser waist and rushed into the seventh waiting room, snotting and crying at Chen Yang.

"The head...the head...the one who was run over by the train...the boy...his head...the head is in the women's bathroom..."

Chen Yang was surprised, he thought it was the head of two barrels of broken corpses.

Did not expect to be the first to die.

"Fix your pants first." Chen Yang said.

Sun Xingxing hurriedly clamped the briefcase in his arms, tidied his clothes embarrassingly, and was still sobbing.

Chen Yang just woke up after falling asleep. He wiped his face and said to Chao Jian, "Shall we go and have a look?"

Chao Jane got up on crutches.

"There are so many people." Wen Qing made it clear that he would also take this trip.

Chen Yang jumped over him and called the old man: "Old Feng?"

The snoring was loud.

In the aisle, some were shaking, some were crying, some were scolding, some were restraining themselves to calm down, some were ashamed and waiting to die, all the characters of these newcomers were revealed.

Chen Yang and the others walked to the toilet, and some newcomers looked at them with the eyes of a savior, eager to hug their thighs.

The girl's eyes were focused on Chao Jian, and she had seen him take off his mask.

It seems that a good-looking person has a softer heart.

"Look, look, look, that's what trash is,"

Wen Qing smiled contemptuously: "I don't want to find any clues, I just want to rely on others, what are you doing alive, let's die."

Sun Xingxing, who was behind, hung his head to his chest and shrank his shoulders in shame.

Wen Qing put his hands behind his head, he was three to five centimeters shorter than Chen Yang, with good proportions, and his legs were long and straight: "The quality of the newcomers this time is the worst I have ever seen. New citizens, that's what kills them."

Chen Yang's footsteps were light and he did not refute.

This statement was unexpected and expected.

The process of selecting newcomers is very simple. It doesn't seem to matter who they are, as long as there are people on the four shifts.

"Since the rules are going to play like this, let's just watch and see who is the last one left after this group of mentally retarded people washes away the sand."

Wen Qing chewed gum: "It's quite interesting to think about it."

He squinted at Chen Yang: "Don't meddle, you have to follow the rules, don't blame me for not warning you."

Chen Yang said he found this person annoying: "Old Feng is still sleeping, why don't you go and watch?"

Wen Qing chewed the gum in his mouth, and blew a big strawberry-flavored bubble at him.

Then, the bubble deflated and covered his nose.

Chen Yang: "..."

Wen Qing calmly stretched out her tongue to roll back Bubbles, walked into the toilet first, turned around, and went straight to the women's toilet.

Chen Yang turned his head and asked Chao Jian: "For such a pretentious person, how many missions do you think he has completed?"

Chao Jian said: "Don't worry about people who don't matter."

Chen Yang said "um", and said casually, "The bubbles are blowing quite big."

I will also buy some when I go back, chewing that can refresh me, and I need it here.

As soon as the sound of crutches beside him stopped, Chen Yang also stopped, looking at the young man in bewilderment.

Looking forward to Jane, he said softly: "His bubbles are so big that he ate three chewing gums at a time."

"No wonder." Chen Yang said, "It's not easy to brag about one, it's easier to eat more."

Sun Xingxing, who was following them, looked dumbfounded. Why did the discussion start to bubble up?Did he miss something?

The women's toilet smelled very strong. When the incident happened, someone pulled the big one and didn't flush the toilet. People were scared to death, so they didn't care about it.

Wen Qing covered her nose and stood outside the door, pointing her hand inside.

Chen Yang was able to block the smell by wearing a mask. He took a plastic bag in and scooped up his shriveled, bloodless head, which was covered with nutritious soil, into the bag.

Just one head, one less.

There were several flower pots on the wall, so I raised a cane to Jane and knocked them down one by one.

The pot was cracked, soil and pothos were scattered all over the ground, and there was no head in it.

Chen Yang thought that there were potted plants hanging in the men's toilet, so he went next door to look for them.

This time I found it.

The same location as the women's toilet, the third flowerpot from the door.

"I... I even pulled the leaves." Sun and his party wobbled back a few steps.

"Why didn't you overturn the flowerpot?" Wen Qing squinted, "She's not as strong as that girl, she's just chirping."

Sun Xingxing pursed his lips, his voice was like a mosquito: "I'm not a mother."

One of the two was as timid as a mouse and didn't even dare to look at it, the other thought the job of head picking was too pediatric and not worth doing.

As for the young man with the surname Chao, he only played the role of a strict teacher.

So the head is still faked by Chen Yang.

Chen Yang was carrying a somewhat heavy plastic bag on the left and right, both heads were here.

Around five or six o'clock, dawn did not come.

At seven o'clock, it was supposed to be the brightest day of the day, but it was still dark outside the window.

Chen Yang's wish to stand at the station and take a look outside couldn't be realized. He rubbed his sore eyes, thinking that this place really couldn't compare to Xiaoyin Island.

At least a large green hill can be seen on the island, which can relieve eye fatigue.

There is also blue sky and white clouds, the sun is shining brightly, unlike this, it is confined to the station.

Chao Jian poked him with a cane: "Go and have breakfast."

Chen Yang did chest expansion exercises and twisted his neck: "K32 is about to open."

"There are still two and a half hours." Chao Jian said.

"Then eat instant noodles."

Chen Yang said: "There are two open cups in the bag, I soaked them, please wait for me."

He walked a few steps and stopped to wait for the boy, remembering the word "follow closely".

When there are many people, the water at the train station is less and more, and it is picked up before it boils.

There are fewer people now, and the water is boiling.

There were a few people in the boiling water room, holding cups and drinking strong tea overnight.

The sound of coughing and sipping tea intertwined.

As Chen Yang walked in, he lowered his head and tore the package of instant noodles. He vaguely heard someone calling his name. He looked back reflexively, but he didn't notice a tall man with a bamboo pole approaching him.

The other party was walking well, when something appeared out of nowhere and tripped him, and he couldn't hold the water glass firmly in his hand.

The scalding boiling water was poured on Chen Yang.

Chen Yang didn't have eyes in the back of his head, so he didn't see.

The man was also in a daze, a cane was swung sharply, and he was sent flying by that force.

The cup made of PC fell from his hand and fell to the ground. The muffled sound was mixed with the scream of the cup owner. Only then did the others on the scene react, including Chen Yang. He touched the back of his head, and his skin burst into burning pain.

Chen Yang understood what happened. He glanced at the steaming water and asked the passengers lying on the ground who couldn't get up.

"You only took boiling water, not warm ones? Don't you burn your mouth?"

"I forgot."

The man's dark circles were about to fall off, and his spirit was very low. He struggled to sit up on the dirty floor, and didn't care about the fact that he was opened by the crutches. He just said sorry: "I'm sorry, brother, yes I accidentally spilled water, didn't it burn you?"

The title "brother" made Chen Yang stunned for a moment, he turned his back to the silent young man beside him: "Check for burns for me."

There was no movement.

Chen Yang yelled, the boy woke up from a nightmare, and yelled in vain: "Go to the pool, hurry up!"

In mid-March, the water was still cold, and when streams of water rushed down from the top of his head, Chen Yang was numb, and his shouts were stuck in his throat.

Chao Jian pressed his head and let him rush for a while.

Chen Yang was too cold, thinking blankly, this time there should be no foaming.

However, reality deliberately made life difficult for Chen Yang.

There was a big blister in the hair on the back of him, and the nearby scalp was covered with fine needles, which was painful.

Not only that, but there were a few vesicles behind the pinna, and two spots on the back of the neck were also hot.

Chao Jian had already reacted quickly, but Chen Yang was just splashed by water droplets.

He suspected that there was something wrong with the water that the male passenger received, and the temperature was abnormal.

Through this little accident, Chen Yang deeply suspected that he had run out of energy, and that he was not compatible with the magnetic field here.

He didn't have breakfast, so Chen Yang looked for burn ointment in the supermarket.

It's not that he, a big man, can't even stand the pain, it's that the burns are different from the usual ones.

To fester into his bones.

The scald ointment is probably useless, so Chen Yang just applied it for psychological comfort.

But this little consolation didn't get him what he wanted.

Chen Yang searched all over the store but couldn't find one.

Just when he was in so much pain, the freckled girl brought him what he wanted.

The freckled girl took out a brand-new post-it pad with a pink kitten from her pocket, wrote something with a pen of the same color, and tore off the page and gave it to Chen Yang.

【Brother, I heard that you got burned, I have ointment, it is very useful>ω<】

Chen Yang looked at the ointment with a concentrated expression, it was the same tadpole inscription on the medicine bottle of Chaojian.

Such a coincidence.

He got burned, and she happened to have it.

The freckled girl seemed to guess what Chen Yang was thinking. She put the pen and post-it note on the chair, and slowly rolled up the cuffs of the purple velvet coat.

There was a burn on the inside of the wrist.

The wound was not infected. Looking at the wound, it is estimated that it has been about a day or two.

Chen Yang asked, "How did you do it?"

The freckled girl put the cuffs back, and wrote a line of small and delicate words on the sticky note.

[The boiling water is hot, just like my brother. 】

Chen Yang asked, "What's your name?"

The freckled girl didn't write immediately this time, she stood with her head down for a while before she wrote two words.

【dumb】

Then he drew a big smiley face.

After the mute left, Chen Yang didn't dare to apply the ointment directly. He showed Chao Jian: "Which country's language is this?"

"German."

Chao Jian unscrewed the small white cap of the ointment, squeezed out half a mung bean size on her fingertips, twisted it, and smelled it: "It's a very good burn ointment."

Chen Yang scratched his forehead: "That's because I was thinking too much."

"Prevention is indispensable, you are right." Chao Jian said, "Turn around."

Chen Yang looked at him hesitantly: "You want to apply medicine to me?"

"Otherwise, who do you want to find?"

Chen Yang raised his eyebrows and said bluntly, "I want to do it myself."

Zhao Jian looked at him, a look of impatience appeared in his dark eyes.

Chen Yang was no longer hypocritical: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"The ones in my hair can be wiped. My short hair is short, but it is dense. I have had a lot of hair volume since I was a child..."

Chen Yang talked for a long time, but the old monk behind him did not know if he was in meditation, he didn't speak, and he didn't give him medicine, he waited, then turned around and urged: "Wipe it."

The young man lowered his head, his eyes fell on the ointment, and the three souls and six souls seemed to be absent.

Seeing his state of wandering spirit, Chen Yang was worried that he would burst his own blisters, so he said, "Forget it, it's me..."

Frowning at Jane: "Turn around."

"You slow down."

Chen Yang was worried, and hoped that the ointment given by the mysterious little mute would be of some use. He felt that he was scratched by a ghost's claw, and the pain was just that.

After a while, there was a cold on the pinna.

The young man is not too young, he doesn't do things sloppily, and he knows that when applying the ointment, he should rub it to help the absorption of the medicine, but the force is too light.

The light Chen Yang got goose bumps all over his body, and fell all over the ground again.

That was Chen Yang's sensitive zone. He held his breath, clenched his fists, and endured with great difficulty. After more than ten seconds, he couldn't bear it any longer. He said hoarsely, "Brother, you... a little bit more?"

His answer was an extremely cold reprimand: "Don't talk."

"........."

Chen Yang's head was burnt, so he couldn't wear a hat, nor could he wear a mask, because the straps would touch the blisters behind his ears.

Chao Jian also took them all down.

Obviously, besides them, there are other passengers wearing these at the station, but in Chao Jian's view, as long as Chen Yang doesn't wear them, he is alone.

Everyone else was treated as invisible by him.

When Chao Jian made her appearance, everyone had different expressions, and some of them received a hint of perverted comfort. Such a handsome man was also trapped here, and would die at any time.

Some people think it's better to cover it up.

When Wen Qing saw Chao Jian's face, his hand that had been beaten by him cramped, and the coins on his fingertips flew to the ground.

Feng Lao described it as having no moisture.

so fucking...

People cannot be compared with others.

Wen Qing began to secretly get excited again. The surname Jin encountered someone with a broken leg in a mission one day, and he didn't know what to think.

Hey, the eyebrows and eyes of the two are a bit similar.

Maybe the ones who have grown to a certain height are almost the same?

Old Feng cast a subtle look at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing picked up the coin and put on an exaggerated gesture of hugging her chest in shock: "Old Feng, I'm a straight man of reinforced concrete!"

"That's not what it means. I, an old man, don't understand whether you young people are straight or not, whether you are straight or bent, whether you can be straight or bent."

Feng Lao stroked his gray beard: "I just want to know, which train number are you on?"

Wen Qing glanced at something, and he grinned: "I won't tell you."

What else did Feng want to say, he saw Xiang Dong and the painter coming in through the door, so he didn't continue.

K32 is the earliest bus, and the ticket gate is in the ninth waiting room.

Of the 26 taskers, except for the two who died, all 24 were present.

From seven to eight o'clock, the hour was calm.

One and a half hours left.

Everyone is waiting, if K32 can come, so can their trains.

Otherwise, the end of the world.

The screens in the waiting room were not on, and I didn’t know which ticket gate K32 was. Lao Li and the workers stood in the front with their backs to everyone, and didn’t even bother to sit.

Neither of them took their luggage.

It seems that it should be dawn but it is not bright outside, which is the last straw that overwhelms them.

Those who get it at the supermarket don’t want anything, they just want to get in the car.

Mr. Feng was also very concerned about this train, he shouted: "Two comrades, have you brought your ID number?"

Lao Li and the workers didn't seem to have turned their heads, and the others were in a hurry.

"I just remembered that we have red tickets, not blue ones. We can't check tickets automatically, and we can't swipe our ID numbers. We can only check tickets manually."

"There is no ticket inspector!"

"What should I do?"

"Can't you just go there? There are no staff anyway."

"There is a ghost, the ghost will definitely not let us go directly, it's over, it's all dead, there's only one dead end..."

Mr. Feng had a headache from the noise: "Everyone! Be quiet! The ID number I'm talking about is this!"

Chen Yang's peripheral vision quickly drifted away, the old man's withered hand squeezed the white card and shook it, the number was completely blocked.

The newcomers have to keep the identity number of the mission world well, and put the two together.

Mr. Feng asked them to take them all out.

"That's right, if it's dead, the ID number will be destroyed, it's gone."

Faced with their doubts, Mr. Feng said solemnly: "We have a lot of people, and most of us don't know who is who. In order to prevent ghosts pretending to be people here, we need to check to see if everyone has them."

The corners of Chen Yang's eyes twitched. The old man wanted to see the ID numbers of the newcomers, and suspected that there were still old people hiding inside.

Even if they are all the same number, the old man may have his own way of identifying them.

But the newcomers did not cooperate, they grew a lot overnight.

More suspicion, alert.

As a result, Feng Lao's old face was pulled down, and no one paid any attention to the newspaper.

Chen Yang watched the old man's face change, and couldn't help laughing. He drank the water he added not long ago, and it tasted weird.

Sensing the young man's gaze, Chen Yang raised his thermos: "Do you want a drink?"

Chao Jian took it and took a sip: "The scale is too heavy."

"Let's do it," Chen Yang said, when the boy asked, "Who is Li Yue?"

Chen Yang's eyelids twitched. When he spoke to Xiang Dong, the volume was so low that it didn't escape this person's ears. How good is his hearing?

"My attending doctor."

Chen Yang touched the lid of the cup: "Things are more complicated. Generally speaking, only I remember him."

Chao Jian did not remain silent, but spoke a moment after Chen Yang finished speaking, and he said, "So what."

Chen Yang's throat rolled, this man with a good mental quality cannot be calculated with normal data.

Quest world or quirky all, don't care.

Chen Yang looked down at the row of chairs opposite: "Do you remember some things exceptionally clearly, and some things are completely forgotten, as clean as if they never happened."

Chao Jian drank some warm water again, and replied with the same sentence: "So what."

Chen Yang was dumbfounded: "You heard Li Yue, and you should have heard me ask Xiang Dong, how did I get the scar on my left ear, and he didn't help me solve the problem. I only know that I got it in the rehabilitation center."

Chao Jian was silent this time, and said after a while: "I will always remember what I should remember."

Chen Yang nodded: "Yes."

I can't tell him about the ID number yet, and the chat didn't go deep, so I had to finish it hastily.

Li Yue played a very important role in Chen Yang's three and a half years of life in the rehabilitation center.

Chen Yang was in a coma for more than two years and nearly three years, but Li Yue did not give up on him.

During the recovery period after waking up, Li Yue accompanied him to encourage him when he had time, and gave him a book before leaving the hospital, somehow tricked him, and somehow didn't exist.

I didn't think it before, but now that I think about it, whenever he has trouble in the rehabilitation center, Li Yue will stand up for him.

Li Yue is the line of defense that protects him.

Chen Yang heaved a long sigh, how could a person who could transfer his identity number to him be easily wiped out from the real world like a missioner who died in the mission world.

He didn't believe that Li Yue didn't exist anymore.

There must be something that Chen Yang overlooked, it must be like this.

But Chen Yang can no longer go to people related to Li Yue to test him out. After too many times, he becomes a psychopath before his secrets are revealed.

Looking forward again and again, disappointed again and again, too much.

Chen Yang leaned back in the chair, just like what Chao Jian said, if you forget, you can always remember, and you will always find the answer to your doubts.

The turmoil brought Chen Yang's thoughts back. It was because the newcomers hoped that the emperor would not be in a hurry and the eunuchs would hurry up to nine o'clock, and K32 would come quickly.

Chen Yang also hoped so.

After the bald head died last night, Lao Li and the workers should have never been alone, and have been moving in the sight of at least three people.

Just stay safe until...

Chen Yang just breathed out halfway, and then sucked it back hard.

A figure stood beside the chair where the workers put their luggage, wearing an old camouflage undershirt, gray trousers, a pair of dirty yellow sneakers on their feet, and a shoulder with the neck completely tilted to one side, resting on it.

There is a layer of skin hanging between the head and neck, which may fall off at any time.

Chen Yang seemed to be covering his mouth and nose with several hands, a strong sense of suffocation hit him in waves, and he rushed to the top of his head crazily. Along with the unusual pain from the scald on the back of his head, he was on the verge of fainting for a moment.

His face was slapped by a slightly cool broad palm, Chen Yang twitched like a dehydrated fish and grabbed the boy tightly, tried his best to regain consciousness, and motioned him to look at that position.

"Did you see it? Did you see it?"

Chen Yang said tremblingly, "Ghost, that lighter ghost, he's right there..."

Sweeping towards Jane's eyes, there is no fluctuation.

Chen Yang thought of a possibility, and leaned closer to him, his breath was wet and trembling: "Can't you see?"

Turning away from Jane: "Yeah."

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment.

Yes, Chao Jian said that ghosts don't want ordinary people to see them, and ordinary people can't see them, so he is...

The other party wanted him to see it.

Chen Yang touched the crutch next to that leg, gathered his fingers and clenched it tightly, his cold fingertips turned white, and he took a few short breaths.

Look, take another look.

Those who have done the task are destined to deal with these, and have to overcome them.

You can't be completely helpless once you encounter them.

Take your time and always take a step.

Just look at it this time.

Just look at each other.

Just a glance.

Chen Yang took another deep breath, forcing himself to open a gap in his closed eyes, and slowly looked over there again.

The man's shaky head lifted up, facing Chen Yang.

His body began to rot little by little, and a large bloody hole appeared between the head and neck, as if it had been hollowed out, with only a layer of skin hanging on it.

Chen Yang was so frightened that he forgot to breathe. His face was slapped again, much stronger than the first time. He regained consciousness and saw the man's head shaking, and he was aiming in the direction of the workers. His rotten eyes Two tears of blood flowed out.

Cried?

"He was crying..." Chen Yang opened and closed his lips, "Why is he crying?"

Chao Jian didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Chen Yang muttered to himself: "Why are you crying..."

not good!

Chen Yang stood up in vain: "Uncle!"

The worker didn't respond, he was leaving the ticket gate without warning.

It is walking backwards.

Everyone was stunned for a while, and they didn't come back to their senses until Chen Yang yelled again.

The worker stepped back towards the door of the waiting room, his face pale and his eyes empty.

No matter what others call him, he doesn't stop.

The worker retreated straight to the door, his steps were very small, but he walked quickly.

Rather than walking backwards, it is more like being dragged backwards.

"Ghost possessed..."

Someone shouted: "It's a ghost! He's possessed by a ghost!"

Everyone's shouts collided together, and they were all chaotic.

Chen Yang's face was paler than all of them: "Hold him quickly! Hurry up!"

"Xiangdong! Hurry up and hold him!" Chen Yang shouted in desperation.

Sitting diagonally across from Chen Yang, Xiang Dong heard the words, the lid of the lighter was smashed, he didn't rush to act, and looked at Chen Yang's flustered eyes for a few moments before standing up.

"A ghost possesses me, and I can't hold it back." After saying something to Xiang Dong, he still stepped forward and rushed to the workers with big strides.

Sure enough, he couldn't hold back, Xiang Dong's sturdy figure was dragged away by the workers.

"A few more people, damn it, hurry up!"

With a livid face, Xiang Dong swears: "Hurry up, you idiots! All of you fucking come over here, whoever doesn't come here I beat him to death! Then hang him up and flog his corpse!"

His face, which had been hit by a cane, matched this sentence, like a rakshasa ghost from hell.

Except for Chao Jian, who was on crutches, who was handicapped, Chen Yang, who wanted to keep up with him, was short of Wen Qing who was cracking melon seeds, a painter with severe cleanliness, and old man Feng. All the men, women and children present passed by.

Surrounded by more than a dozen people, they were all trying to grab the worker.

The result was still towed.

"Stunned...stunned..."

Sun Xingxing clamped his briefcase with his arms, grabbed the worker's clothes with his hands, and cried anxiously: "Quickly knock out!"

Xiangdong slashed the worker's neck a few times with his hand knife. Normally, he fainted early, but now he has no reaction at all.

Workers are still walking away.

Backed all the way to the door of the waiting room, he stopped.

It was hoisted up by something and hung on it.

Facing the waiting room.

There are no hooks or ropes on the door, and the workers just hang it like that.

The piece of skin on the top of the head was tightly pressed against the door.

Like a long nail driven into it.

Right in the middle of the door.

The waiting room was dead silent.

Chen Yang shook his body and fell onto the chair, put his hands on his head and shouted silently a few times.

The ghost was asking him for help.

I hope he can save his benefactor.

He is a tasker, and he is trapped in the rules, how to save him?

The whole skull suddenly ached, and the blisters spread from the back of his head. Chen Yang had the illusion of being bitten by something. He panted in pain and looked around: "Lao Li? Lao Li? Lao Li!"

"I... I'm..."

Old Li Bai said tremblingly, "Little brother, I'm here."

Chen Yang wiped off the cold sweat rolling down his forehead with his hands, and said dryly, "Sit down, sit down."

Instead, she said to Chao Jian with trembling lips: "The ghost is gone!"

Zhao Jian looked at his trembling pupils, and said with a heavy expression, "Don't worry about it."

Chen Yang thought in a daze, he couldn't control it.

Everyone was devastated. There was only one door in the waiting room, and the corpse was hanging there. How would they get out?

Avoidance is unavoidable, but fortunately the door is relatively spacious.

It was horrible, the ghost killing people in front of them, which made them feel that when it was their turn, none of them could hide.

"It's almost 08:30..." someone said.

These words immediately drew their attention away, they didn't care about going out beforehand, the most important thing was whether the train would come or not.

Chen Yang was also looking at his phone, he wanted to find a game, and deliberately let himself change his mind for a while.

I saw the first ghost in my 25 years of life. Although it was not a female ghost, it was a male, and I was also too scared.

It was beyond his imagination not to faint on the spot.

His stomach was convulsing, and the acid water surged up, and he swallowed it forcibly several times.

"Why are they all from foreign countries?" Chen Yangfan played the game again, unable to explain.

Chao Jian took it away with a few simple operations, and cut it into a Chinese version for him: "Does the blister still hurt?"

"It's better." Chen Yang pressed the phone key absently, his hands were sweaty and slippery, and he always pressed the wrong key, "You can help me look again."

"I must have been stalked by someone who doesn't know. Ordinary burns won't suffer like this."

Chen Yang suppressed his emotions: "There are three more days, I can't die before getting in the car, I will follow you closely, and try not to let myself encounter so-called accidents."

The young man beside him maintained the posture of looking at the scald, and didn't make a sound for a long time.

Chen Yang panicked: "Could it be that my head is rotten?"

Chao Jian tightened the corners of her lips: "The ointment has no effect."

"...It hasn't been wiped for long." Chen Yang comforted the young man in turn, "We won't know until night at the latest."

He looked at the mute sitting a few rows away calmly: "As long as the ointment is okay, it's not like you don't know how weird my injury is. Whether it depends on luck."

A shadow fell before his eyes, and he looked down at Chen Yang to the east: "Why are you still so afraid of ghosts?"

Chen Yang said with his eyes, why haven't you been scared yet?

Xiangdong's face immediately turned hideous.

Chen Yang changed the subject before he got angry: "How did you feel when you pulled that worker just now?"

"What does it feel like, who can play games with a ghost, and who is stronger."

Xiangdong looked at Chen Yang's round inch, and snorted mockingly: "What kind of fate do you think you are? You became a missionary because you were afraid of ghosts. It is probably because you have been in the rehabilitation center for the past few years, and your ancestral grave has grown overgrown with weeds. The old ancestors below don’t recognize you.”

The more you talk, the more you get more and more excited: "If I were you, I would die and be reborn sooner."

Chen Yang lowered his eyes to play a small game, but ignored it.

Looking eastward at Chen Yang's bloodless face, half dead, he rolled his eyes, stepped on the chair without saying a word, crossed his long legs to the other side, and looked closely at the burnt area on the other side's back.

There are very few who are not guilty.

"Dude, you've been marked by a ghost." Xiang Dong said.

Chen Yang felt a chill from the soles of his feet. He pinched the phone and forced himself to calm down, "Just a few bubbles."

Xiangdong lay on the back of the chair behind him, put his strong arms down, and deliberately slowed down his speech: "You will die."

Chen Yang stopped talking.

The same thing, learned from others, is not the same as being told by Chao Jian, and I can't explain it clearly.

"I'm the last bus, aren't you?"

Xiang Dong didn't count on Chen Yang's answer, he was afraid it would be false if he said it, and he was so wary: "Forget it, forget it, no matter which class you are in, follow me, I'm telling the truth."

"In your current situation, if you want to live, you have to stay by the side of someone with strong yang energy."

Shrugging his shoulders to the east, he said without shame: "There is no one with more yang energy than me here."

Chen Yang went to see the boy immediately.

Xiang Dong sneered inwardly, the artist did not advise him to move on crutches, and reminded him many times that the head office must be disgusting.

"He is so white and his mother is prettier than a woman. How much yang energy does he have? If you follow him, you won't survive tonight."

Chen Yang's face darkened, and he said perfunctorily, "Got it."

Xiangdong was so angry that his lungs ached, he stared at Chen Yang for a while with his unworthy eyes, then walked away.

Chen Yang exited the game and sat quietly for a while: "Chao Jian, Xiang Dong seems to have dealt with ghosts a lot."

Chao Jian lowered her eyes and rubbed her cane, her face was expressionless and she couldn't see anything.

"My yang energy is enough for you."

"I didn't mean to say that, I meant..."

Realizing what the young man said, Chen Yang sat up straight instantly. He pursed his lips and said with difficulty: "Then do I really need Yang Qi?"

"I'm also a man, am I not yang?"

Chao Jian answered irrelevantly: "Sun and his party are the most sinister among these people, so don't let him get too close to you from now on."

Chen Yang's focus was taken away: "Why is he so cloudy? Is it related to his physique?"

"A lot of negative energy." Chao Jian only said.

Chen Yang was very depressed when he thought about his own life that Sun Xingxing said.

"The ointment still needs to be used,"

Chao Jian's tone was flat: "In this mission, if I don't die, you won't die."

Chen Yang paused, and tentatively said, "Then shall we be regular teammates?"

Still propose to live together.

Chao Jian closed her eyes: "Let's talk when we go back."

It was very quiet in the waiting room.

After an unknown amount of time, the screen at the 5th ticket gate lit up.

A row of small green characters appeared on it: K32 is checking tickets...

Nine fifty-five.

K32 is not the departure station, pass by, check in 10 minutes in advance.

Chen Yang stood up, grabbed Chao Jian's crutches, and walked closer to the ticket gate with him.

The other elderly people didn't move.

It is the newcomers who have a big emotional response.

"coming!"

"The train is really coming!"

"This time it's a real train, not invisible, great..."

They looked at Lao Li enviously, it was great that they could escape immediately.

Old Li asked Chen Yang anxiously: "Little brother, how can I check the ticket without a ticket inspector?"

Chen Yang said truthfully, "I don't know either."

The atmosphere in the waiting room changed.

No one made a sound.

No one can help Lao Li, none of them are on this shift, only he is.

Time is passing by every minute and every second. If you don't go to the platform, the train will leave.

Lao Li swayed his legs and walked slowly through the ticket gates. He looked back at the others, closed and opened his eyes, and ran in with all his might, with the look of going to death.

Not dead, safe and sound!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Since Lao Li is fine, they can be like him when the time comes.

Lao Li ran to the platform eagerly, and suddenly remembered something, he stopped the car and turned back.

"By the way, don't go to the newsstand on the west side of the first floor!"

A passenger asked, "Why?"

Lao Li showed a frightened expression, rubbed his arms and said, "When I passed by, I saw a man in uniform inside. He is a ghost!"

Everyone turned pale.

"It's true, you have to believe me, I'm leaving, how can I lie to you."

Lao Li waved his hands and shouted loudly: "I'm leaving, you must be like me—"

The middle-aged man opened his voice, shouting very sincerely.

There was a moment of silence in the waiting room, and everyone watched him walk onto the platform.

I don't know when I will be like him.

Wish it was sooner.

A timid question suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Uncle said he passed the newsstand..."

"When did he pass by there?"

Everyone's expression changed instantly.

Yeah, isn't he always on the second floor?

"boom"

A coin was thrown from outside the waiting room and fell at Chen Yang's feet.

Chen Yang looked towards the door.

Wen Qing came in from the hanging corpse, panting: "Old Li is dead."

"It's at the newsstand on the first floor. I just checked and came up."

And "Lao Li" was still waving at the platform.

"I'm leaving, I'll be here soon, you will all be like me!"