ID number 019

Seeing that Chen Yang was about to touch the corpse, Wen Qing stopped him with his hand: "Let me do it!"

Chen Yang was impulsive just now, but now he calmed down and said without objection: "Then you come."

"Thanks." Wen Qing's eyes glowed like a dog seeing a bone. This is much more interesting than a newspaper doll. He must come.

"Let me see if there are any surprises."

Chen Yang twitched, Wen Qing ruled it out, he was about to pay attention to other people, when he smelled something, the expression on his face changed slightly.

It's the smell of disinfectant!

Wen Qing's movement of flipping through Lao Li's clothes also stopped, and then continued to flip. The wider the range of motion, the stronger the smell, as if it was applied to the skin.

He went to see the painter with interest: "Wow."

The painter stood behind a few people, his sallow face remained unmoved.

"Okay." Wen Qing clapped his hands, "This corpse uncle, Lao Li, is yours."

When he said the last three words, he had already pointed to the painter.

"It's just disinfectant, so you're sure it's the painter?" Xiang Dong also smelled that smell, and he didn't care too much to defend the painter.

"It's not just disinfectant." Wen Qingxie smiled and pulled something out of Lao Li's pocket.

It is a disposable glove.

These two pieces of information are all aimed at the painter, they are not false, they are direct and clear, and they are too simple and rude.

Xiang Dong raised his eyebrows at the painter: "What are you doing, Lao Li is your relative?"

The painter puts his hands in his pockets, has long hair and shawls, and is well-dressed, telling others silently that he does not deal with the bottom of society.

Xiang Dong touched his chin and looked at him: "If it's not a relative, then you killed him."

The painter's attitude is that it has nothing to do with himself: "He is a violator in the first round and will be cleaned up. Why should I kill him for unnecessary actions?"

Wen Qing patted the painter on the shoulder: "When Lao Li died, the rules hadn't come out yet. You didn't know he violated the rules. You killed him for some reason, and you did it before the rules."

The painter sprayed the spray on that spot, and pulled his unhealthy lips: "Then he didn't have wounds on his body, how did I kill him?"

Wen Qing made a "please" gesture: "I would like to hear more about it."

The painter is gone.

"Great painter, it's not polite to just leave the big guy here like this." Wen Qing shouted at him.

The painter kept walking, with long hair sweeping behind his shoulders, a neat long windbreaker, stiff trousers, and shiny leather shoes. He was thin and tall, and smelled of disinfectant when he walked, forming a landscape in the station.

Chen Yang has been observing the painter, and the reaction of the other party does not coincide with what he imagined. Could it be that the guess that the corpse came to find the murderer was wrong?

If you didn't come to find the murderer, what else could you come for?

One thing that is certain now is that among them, the corpse was designated as the painter.

It puts out the painter, and the answer lies in the other side.

"I don't take away my own things, really, one or two, it's not as good as that old man."

Wen Qing picked up the doll and threw it on the young man casually: "Your."

The young man wanted to throw it away, Wen Qing reminded him friendly: "Maybe throwing it away is a violation."

"It's a violation of the rules to take it, what should I do?"

"Five to five points, the odds are the same everywhere, I feel that my things should be put away," Wen Qing said seriously, "The teacher taught us since we were young, right?"

The young man was dumbfounded.

"If that's really against the rules, then die." Wen Qing smiled, "Didn't three come out, and you still have two companions, what are you afraid of, learn from them."

Seeing him laughing, the young man was completely pissed, and those who couldn't listen still threw the doll away.

The doll fell at Chen Yang's feet.

Chen Yang glanced at it, bent down to pick it up, and the crutch hit his arm.

He asked the boy with his lips, is this thing dangerous?

Chao Jian: "Too ugly."

Chen Yang: "..."

Ugly is okay, but the fabric is old and looks like it has been used for a long time.

Chen Yang made eye contact with Chao Jian, making sure that he didn't let him take it because he thought it was ugly, so he picked up the doll.

The bow tie is sewn together with the shirt.

The top hat is also attached to the head, the front of the hat has been threaded, and the stitching is very good, you can't find it unless you look closely.

There is a vertical line on the back of the suit, right in the middle.

Chen Yang could tell that the doll's owner attached great importance to it.

The fabric is old but not dirty.

"Since this is your thing, it means that you are in it this round. This is for sure."

Chen Yang said to the young man who got up to leave: "The rules are also inside the doll."

Wen Qing smiled amiably: "Yes, yes, you tell everything about the doll, so we can help you."

The young man was afraid of his enthusiasm, so he couldn't help leaning towards Sun Xingxing who thought he was the least threatening: "It's nothing, I bought it in a small shop."

"Where is the store, who did you go with?"

Wen Qing said seriously: "Be more specific, I don't know where the clues are hidden, and there may be a time limit. If you don't find it when the time comes, you will die."

"So you have to quickly tell what you know, and remember when you forget. You can ask others for help, but you can't do nothing on your own. It's not relative, it's a place of life and death, and you are the team Friendship points are not obligations, don't you think?"

The young man's face seemed to be covered with white flour: "The shop... the shop is in Sanlianqiao."

Chen Yang originally planned to ask Wen Qing to ask, and he observed from the side, and when he heard the address, his eyes fell on the doll and drifted away. "The specific location."

"I can't remember, it's on Xifu Street." The young man tried his best to recall, "It seems to be next to Dongqiao Gate, there is more than one shop selling dolls over there."

Chen Yang quickly searched his memory bank and found the relevant clip.

There are several Dongqiaomen.

There is also a row in the younger sister's room. She tells a story about a doll, which is quite scary for her brother who is afraid of ghosts.

"I bought the pendant during the summer vacation of my third year of high school. At that time, Dongqiaomen was not as developed as it is now. Later, I went to study in other places, and I didn't have much time to come back. I spent less time shopping there. Now it has changed a lot, and I don't Clear... Is everything I said useful? I'll think about it again."

The young man hammered his head vigorously: "No one is with me, I went by myself."

Wen Qing interrupted: "You bought this little pendant specially, as a gift for yourself to be admitted to university?"

"No, the gift is a laptop."

The young man's thoughts were taken away, and turned back by Chen Yang's reminding cough and Wen Qing's laughter.

"I entered the store by accident. The clerk recommended this to me, saying it was a blind box. I hadn't heard of it at the time, so I bought one out of curiosity and wanted to see what I was getting.

Wen Qing took the doll from Chen Yang's hand, hooked its ring with his fingers, and let it dangle in front of the young man: "And hung it from the summer vacation of the third year of high school to now?"

The young man said: "It didn't matter at first, just hang it on the bag casually, and then I got used to it and developed feelings."

Wen Qing snorted: "Then you still throw it?"

"I am afraid……"

The young man swallowed, and looked at Chen Yang and the others helplessly: "No, I've finished talking, that's all, you guys help me."

Judging from the previous two rounds, the rules are not found in abnormalities, but in ordinary details.

The more common, the more likely it is.

This is very difficult, ordinary things are like a piece of dust, and the subconscious will jump over to find bright spots.

Chen Yang suddenly asked the young man, "Is there any story about your doll?"

The young man was dumbfounded: "I haven't heard of it."

"When you bought it, the clerk didn't tell you? It wasn't on the box? Didn't you search the Internet yourself?"

The young man shook his head dully: "It's been five or six years, I don't remember."

"Maybe I searched, maybe I didn't, I don't know, I can't remember, what should I do."

"Calm down and think about it, you can only rely on yourself, we can't help you." Chen Yang said, "Call us if you think of anything."

The young man sat back on the ground, his face full of anxiety and panic.

Xiang Dong spat: "A big man, what kind of pendant should you hang on your bag?"

Wen Qing's dean clasped his hands behind his back and said, "Gender discrimination is outrageous. What's wrong with men who like pendants and dolls? Who doesn't have a girlish heart?"

Everyone:"…………"

Wen Qing leisurely walked in the direction where Elder Feng left: "I'm going to find the old man, poor man, I don't know where to hold the newspaper and cry."

Xiang Dong rubbed the corner of his bruised mouth with his thumb: "I don't know what the old man's newspaper is. The baby's is as good as the briefcase named Sun."

Chen Yang had an idea: "Sun and his party's card is unlimited, and it's a limited edition worldwide. Who do you think can get it among us?"

Xiangdong suddenly showed his face of the same style "Grandma Liu looks at the manor": "No limit? Still, is there a fucking global limit?"

Then the same style was stunned: "Fuck!"

Chen Yang: "...the last half of the sentence."

Xiang Dong didn't even think about it: "Who else can it be, a painter."

Chen Yang was not surprised by this target: "Are you so sure? Old Feng and Dumb also look rich."

Waving his hand to the east: "It's not a level."

Chen Yang recalled the painter's outfit, and the RMB figures kept multiplying before his eyes.

"Didn't you ask me last time, the artist's style of doing things in the mission world?"

Xiang Dong took out the crumpled cigarette case and tugged at it, pointing his mouth at Chen Yang: "I'll tell you if you get one."

Chen Yang took one out and held it in his mouth: "You replied yes, it's hard to say."

"It's hard to say, it's very comical, it seems that I'm mentally retarded, I really don't want to say it, don't rush, let your partner put away the mother's crutches, it's okay, don't say it right away."

Xiang Dong lit a cigarette for Chen Yang, and smoked it himself: "The painter's ID number is so small, so it can be seen that he has participated in many missions. I don't know anything else. As far as the one I participated in, he can only live by the brain circuit of novelty hunting. .”

"The task was for the female ghost in white to kill her. There were a dozen or twenty of us, and a lot of people died. In the end, he and I were the only ones left. I felt like I was dying. I didn't expect him to give the female ghost a ring. The female ghost was very happy." I laughed, and I cried like a fucking fool."

"Crying because the task is completed, don't get me wrong."

The smoke around Chen Yang's mouth trembled: "I don't really understand this..."

"It's normal to not understand, and I don't understand either. Who can understand the brain circuit."

Xiangdong still wants to curse when he thinks back: "The female ghost is a bride-to-be who died the night before the wedding. The groom-to-be messed with her stepmother. She hanged to death and bloodbathed the small mountain village. The ring given by the artist is a mission. The loophole, making up for her regret, is a big hole."

Chen Yang held the cigarette between his fingers: "She also likes men's?"

"Madam's." Xiang Dong said, "The artist wears it around his neck, pull it off and give it to her."

Chen Yang stood in a daze for a moment, and said in an indescribable way: "I don't understand the style of dealing with things, but he is very cruel."

Xiang Dong said contemptuously: "Look at his ghostly appearance, it's obvious that he hasn't slept in the real world for a long time, he dare not sleep, he's a murderous ass, he's just a weird coward who has a cleanliness, is rich, and has as many diamonds as hair .”

Chen Yang: "..." How many diamonds are there?He knew all these words, but he couldn't think of the picture.

"Then do you think it is very possible for him to kill Lao Li?" Chen Yang asked.

Glancing eastward at the obtrusive third person next to Chen Yang, the words were addressed to Chen Yang: "When the disinfectant and disposable gloves were first discovered, I thought about it that way, but now I don't think so."

"But Lao Li is referring to him. What is he involved in?" Chen Yang couldn't figure it out, he turned his head, "Where are Sun and his party?"

Panting heavily to the East: "I've been talking to you, I don't know where that guy went."

"I'm not asking you."

As soon as Chen Yang finished speaking, Chao Jian said, "I went to find a painter."

He stared eastward at the two people who left him to find Sun and his party, stopped following him, turned his head, and the smoke drifted towards the little girl.

"Little freckle, tell me, why do you always look at my friend from time to time?"

The mute sat on the ground looking at the young man's doll and ignored him.

"You're quite courageous." Xiangdong kicked her canvas bag hanging sideways, "Aren't you afraid of that broken leg?"

The dumb eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"I'm afraid I'll still watch it," Xiang Dong kicked again, smashing the biscuits in her bag into pieces, "I think you're not a nympho, what are you thinking?"

Mute: "Ah."

Xiang Dong's blue face twitched, why did it sound like "Get lost"?

Damn it, the train behind can drive people crazy, he is an old hand, and his hearing is wrong.

Chen Yang was in Area C. He threw the cigarette into the trash can. He took a few puffs. The smell of nicotine in his mouth stimulated his taste buds. When he threw the cigarette, he hesitated for two or three seconds, wanting to continue smoking.

But the atmosphere around the partner is very violent.

Chen Yang went in one by one to find Sun Xingxing and the painter: "Don't you like the smell of cigarettes?"

Chao Jian's answer was unexpected: "It doesn't matter."

Chen Yang was astonished and said, "Then when I was smoking, why... weren't you very happy?"

Chao Jian leaned on crutches and said, "Others."

Chen Yang was at a loss.

The young man asked him to follow, and said casually in a very light tone: "Two sentences together."

Chen Yang subconsciously composed sentences.

It doesn't matter to others...it doesn't matter to others!

Partner can't smoke?

Chen Yang's mind became more foggy: "Smoking is not taking drugs, it won't delay finding clues, and sometimes it can refresh you."

The crutch hit the shelf, and the "bang" sounded the impatient voice of a young man: "Then go back and pick it up."

"...Throw them all away."

Chen Yang was worried about his partner's emotional ups and downs, always worried that he forgot to take his medicine: "I don't have a big addiction to cigarettes, I smoke when I have one, and I don't smoke if I don't."

"If you mind, I won't smoke in front of you. It's not a big deal." Chen Yang said gently.

With his back turned to him, Chao Jian said Ling Ran, "Smoking is harmful to your health."

Chen Yang staggered: "Yes."

Chao Jane turned her head coldly.

Chen Yang, who couldn't hold back his laughter, closed his mouth and gave a thumbs up: "Your idea is worth promoting. If more people in your generation think like you, the future will be bright."

Chao Jian: "..."

It didn't take long for Chen Yang to discover Sun and his party. The station had many faces, but it was incomparable to the woods on a small island. When he found it, he was arrested and had nowhere to escape.

Sun and his party huddled in the corner, hiding their faces behind the two big shrimp sticks.

Chen Yang really didn't know what to say: "You can't hide at all, your arms and legs are all outside, and I saw you as soon as I came in."

Shrimp crackled.

Chen Yang knelt down: "Didn't you find the artist?"

Sun and his party trembled.

"The painter walks alone and has his own hiding place. It's hard to find, and I didn't find him."

Chen Yang paused for a moment: "The mission reminder is in your hands."

"I didn't suspect you." He sighed, "Why didn't I suspect you? I can't figure it out. You should be among the suspects."

The man in the shrimp crackers is silent.

"The painter bought your quest tip."

Chen Yang spoke softly, fearing that the louder volume would scare the little animals: "You took the initiative to find him, he has the strongest smell of a rich man, but you are also very courageous, so you are not afraid that he will kill you and silence you."

"You have the guts and ideas. When you revealed your special physique and approached us and said you would follow us, I knew you were not useless, nor as useless as you said yourself. You are very smart."

"Among the newcomers, your potential is very good. I am optimistic about you. After this mission is over, there will be another mission. If you can go out, you will go far in the future."

Chen Yang gave a word of encouragement, and pushed away the two big shrimp sticks who were basically useless as a shield: "Let's talk about it, we have the same goal, not enemies."

This communication work was in progress, and Chen Yang thought of Ah Wu.

He never thought that one day he would be so peaceful. He used to have a soda temper, always making bubbles.

Soda is now lukewarm water.

Chen Yang said everything he should say, and he just waited for Sun and his party to come out of the shell by themselves.

He knew this kind of people, the shell could not be forcibly pried, it would pinch his hands.

Chen Yang tore off two bags of shrimp crackers and handed one to Chao Jian, but the other party didn't take it, so he ate it by himself.

The crisp sound and fragrance eased the atmosphere.

Sun Xingxing gradually stopped shaking, and his body was speechless, saying "I'm relaxed", but he didn't speak yet.

On the afternoon of the 15th, Sun and his party came out of the company and rushed to the station to buy tickets. When he went to the subway station, he saw a man with long hair.

The other party was answering the phone by the side of the road, his cheeks were sunken, and he was so thin that he couldn't help but take a second look, guessing that he was suffering from some kind of illness and that he would not live long.

When Sun and his party were about to enter the subway station, they looked back without thinking too much.

That one glance shattered his three views.

There was a beggar looking for a beg from a long-haired man. He thought it was dirty, so he stepped back quickly. When the beggar caught up with him, the man impatiently took off his watch and threw it into the porcelain vat.

Very casual, without pause.

A group of passers-by seemed to be petrified.

At that time, Sun and his party only felt that in this world, some people have more money than they can spend in a few lifetimes, and some people hesitate to buy a bottle of drink.

After that, the people at the station began to disappear, and everyone entered here to complete a task.

When Sun and his party saw the long-haired man, what they thought in their hearts was, what can they do if they have money, and they have no chance to spend it here.

Until Sun and his party found that there was an extra line of words on the back of their document.

——The Security Pavilion on the west side of the first floor.

He disappeared as soon as he saw it, like a daze.

Sun and his party also came from boys, and after seeing a lot of imaginative things, they came here to do missions for no reason, and another message appeared out of thin air.

It didn't take much effort for him to be sure it was information.

But there is no security booth on the west side of the first floor.

Sun and his party didn't know if other people got the same information as him. He wanted to keep an eye on those people secretly, but soon he couldn't care about them.

Because the invisible train ran over people.

Sun and his party want to stand in line. He has spent his childhood under the eyes and bullying. He can understand the way others look at him.

So he chose Chen Yang who put him on an equal footing.

Sun Xingxing wanted to tell Chen Yang the information, but a thought made him change his course. He found that rich man with long hair and made a deal.

All the things he was worried about didn't happen, and the long-haired man gave him a card without any hesitation, with no limit, just like a fairy tale.

They had exchanged train numbers, they were in the same class, and the other party said that they would find clues and go back together, but asked him to keep it secret, and not to disclose the task reminder to a third person.

That card is enough for Sun and his party to get rid of the darkness in their lives.

Later, more and more people died, and Sun and his party's vision for the future became more and more cloudy, and their belief in going back became fragile. It was just a muscle reaction to hold on to the briefcase with cards and documents.

Results cards were also found.

This involved his deal with the painter.

Now Sun Xingxing just feels tired, very tired, he can't do anything, no matter in the real world or here, he is useless.

Chen Yang felt the negative energy in the man, he said: "There are no useless people."

Sun Xingxing was stunned, didn't he?

"No." Chen Yang smiled.

Sun Xingxing raised his drooping head: "Mr. Chen, you must be living happily."

Chen Yang's mouth froze, he was very happy before his sister died.

His sister was gone, and he himself had an accident not long after, and the dividing line in his life came so suddenly.

The most intuitive way for people to find comfort is to find that there are people who are more miserable than themselves.

Chen Yang talked about his own experience with reservations, but what he said was true.

Sun Xingxing's eyes were red when he heard this, and he sobbed and said, "Then how...how did you survive..."

Chen Yang smiled: "Let's go."

Sun Xingxing repeated the word blankly: "Let's go?"

"Yes, let's go." Chen Yang murmured, "As long as you don't stay where you are, there will be a way."

He suddenly looked back at the boy.

What's the matter, why is there more negative energy on my body than Sun Xingxing's.

However, before Chen Yang asked, those majestic and terrifying negative energies disappeared, like a dream.

"On the west side of the first floor, the Security Pavilion."

When Chen Yang heard Sun Xingxing's words, his thoughts turned: "Ji'an Pavilion?"

Not on the west side.

"That newsstand?" Chen Yang's pupils trembled slightly.

Sun Xingxing wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and said shiveringly, "It should be."

Chen Yang gave Sun and his party a pack of tissues, thinking in his mind, the newsstand is the former security booth, which is easy to understand.

For security and duty personnel, the uniforms mentioned by Lao Li matched.

It is not established that the painter is the murderer, the corpses only pass through what information he tells them.

Then another guess, what Lao Li saw was the subdued ghost.

He was killed by the other party and died of rule cleanup, just like Bald Old Li.

On the platform, I really want to remind everyone.

It's just that Lao Li was originally on the second floor, why did he go there.

He is very timid, what is he doing on the first floor alone?Estimated to be possessed by ghosts.

Chao Jian checked the news at Qingcheng Station in the past 20 years. Among the thirteen people who died, none of them wore uniforms, and that happened 20 years ago.

There were too many tasks to start, and Chao Jian didn't have time to search.

Chen Yang sorted out his thoughts: "Mr. Sun, how long did it take you to go to the newsstand after you knew this mission reminder?"

"No, I haven't been there," Sun Xingxing shook his head, "I dare not go alone."

Chen Yang thought of the newspaper kiosk. After the task started, the painter and Xiang Dong were in charge. Before that, the painter must have gone there first.

Sun Xinghang lowered his head, choked up and said, "Chen, Mr. Chen, I have breached the contract."

Chen Yang said, "It wasn't your intention."

Sun and his party buried their faces in their hands and cried for a while, feeling ashamed and ashamed. Honest people felt that they had been greedy for huge gains and hadn't fulfilled their promises.

He put down his hands, and looked at Chen Yang with tears in his eyes: "Mr. Painter too... also K1856... we can all go back together..."

Chen Yang paused, and said truthfully: "I don't know, I can only try my best."

Lao Li died in the Zhi'an Pavilion on the west side, which is now the newsstand, where the subduing ghost appeared.The painters were the first to search again.

Everything points to that kiosk.

When Chen Yang followed Chao Jian, he had a terrible headache.

When he was a child, he always heard that "a headache is like being touched by a ghost", but he couldn't imagine it. This time he experienced it.

Being touched for a while, chewed for a while, the feeling is indescribable.

Maybe when Monkey King was recited by Tang Seng, it was like this with the curse wrapped around his head.

Chen Yang arrived at the newsstand sweating profusely, and couldn't help but think that if his partner's legs were healed, he would be able to carry himself when he needed it like he carried the other party on Xiaoyin Island.

Just think.

Broken bones for a hundred days.

"It's good that the painter is here." Chen Yang came in with their ghostly eyes.

Xiang Dong swears: "I haven't seen you for a while, you are about to ascend to heaven."

Turning her head and yelling at Chao Jian, the mother-in-law turned into: "Is this how you take care of others? If you can't pass on the yang energy, can you change the way? Ancient people knew how to take off their clothes and hug them..."

Damn, I assist?

Xiang Dong slapped himself, and continued yelling as nothing happened: "If it doesn't work, let someone else come and occupy the latrine..."

Chen Yang rolled his eyelids and blocked Xiang Dong's words: "Painter, what did you get?"

The painter brushed his long hair with his hand, and his wrist watch blinked: "There is nothing."

Wen Qing glanced at Sun Xingxing behind Chen Yang, and signaled the artist not to struggle needlessly, your teammate has obviously recruited.

The painter was unmoved and insisted on his previous sentence.

Wen Qing smiled and said, "Then you said why did the rules use Lao Li to target you?"

The painter said: "I want to know too."

"What are the characteristics of a dead duck?" Wen Qing pointed to his poisoned mouth, "The mouth is hard."

"This round of three people, the first two belong to T57, so do you. If I were you, quickly take out the things, and everyone will find a way together. Three tinsmiths are the best of Zhuge Liang. Time waits for no one."

The painter glanced at Wen Qing, and something flashed past him.

Chen Yang already knew from Sun Xingxing that the artist was not T57, but K1856.

There are three people in this round, and the last two trains are occupied.

Chen Yang pointed to the shelf with the postcard on that side: "I got it from here."

No idea, just a test, the tone is deliberately said to be sure.

The painter's hand hanging beside the long windbreaker twisted, very slightly.

Chen Yang caught it.

When Lao Li died, Chen Yang took pictures of that postcard according to what Chao Jian said.

There is a place on the shelf where two or three hairs are hooked into small strands.

Very long, thick, black and shiny.

Knowing that Chao Jian had also found out, Chen Yang asked him to take the photo.

He secretly compared the tasker with too long hair, and finally locked on the painter.

That's why I asked Xiang Dong, who had worked with him before.

What Chen Yang thought before Lao Li's body came out was that the painter had stayed at the postcard, and he had to get close so that his hair could be hooked to the position on the photo.

How can a painter who is so obsessed with cleanliness put himself on shelves and postcards.

It can only be that he discovered something, so excited that he didn't pay attention.

Lao Li's body came out, and Chen Yang felt that what the artist discovered was probably related to subduing ghosts.

Rules related to tasks.

"I see your mental state, it should be that you can't find any clues when you get something," Wen Qing said.

Chen Yang heard the sound and looked over, the arteries in the painter's neck beat faster.

"You didn't expect that you would be in this round." Wen Qing said, "Don't think that the corpse corresponding to you will come out in the third place, so you won't be the first to die. It's hard to say."

Painters are still not good at oil and salt.

Wen Qing and Xiang Dong glanced at each other, let's do it!

The painter immediately threw a piece of paper onto the glass counter.

It's a roster.

A painter can spend money and bend and stretch. He is a character, and he leaves as soon as he loses his duty sheet.

Xiang Dong yelled with a blue face: "This is just one fucking piece? What kind of bird is it if you tear it off, I will keep the whole book!"

The painter also shouted: "It's gone!"

very angry.

Sun and his party caught up and apologized.

There are three people on the duty list.

They are time, job number and name.

Chen Yang stood with Chao Jian, Wen Qing stood next to Xiang Dong, and all four of them looked at the duty watch.

The rule is to send Lao Li's body in, the painters in the circle, and this step are all part of the task.

Given the information, it will only be more difficult.

We are all not fools. We know that this task seems to be a round-by-round rule, separated, scattered, and irregular. In fact, it can be summed up as one.

——Try every means to prevent them from getting into the car, wave after wave, set up different traps and various obstacles.

Obviously, it is such a bloody hardcore.

The moment you get in the car, you should return to the real world.

Chen Yang sighed, the ghosts at the station missed the train by themselves and couldn't leave, so they wouldn't let them go.

Playing games without showing his face, playing with people's hearts and human nature with malicious intent.

The two most difficult things to figure out.

I don't know if they have any unfulfilled wishes. Can they send a representative and give him a chance to do communication work.

The one who marked him, he wants to meet him very much, I hope it's a male ghost.

The game continues.

I really don't know how many people got on the bus last.

The uniformed ghost is most likely one of the three officers on duty, but unfortunately their mobile phones have no signal and cannot be searched online.

You can only start with three items, guessing riddles.

Chen Yang sat weakly on the stool, supported the glass counter with his hands, glanced at the duty list: "Where's Mr. Feng?"

"In the waiting room, newspapers are not allowed to read."

Wen Qing took a mobile phone to take a look at the duty list: "I can't save him even if I try to save him, old stubborn."

Chen Yang frowned, the old man is an old man, so he doesn't know the severity, it's so abnormal, he doesn't know what the newspaper is related to, and he doesn't want to say it.

"Where's that young man?"

"I'm here..." The young man raised his hand outside the pavilion, as if he was 50 or [-] years old, and his vitality disappeared without a trace.

Chen Yang found that the mute was also there: "Have you thought about the story of the doll?"

The young man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, the more anxious I am, the more I can't think of anything...Maybe there is no story, if I knew it, I wouldn't have bought it, I shouldn't have bought it...I planned to throw it away and replace it with a new one the year before last Yes, why didn't I throw..."

He spoke incoherently and gave up on himself.

Chen Yang looked at the mute.

The mute put both hands in front of her body, and shook it at Chen Yang. She was obsessed with blind boxes in the past two years and bought a lot. She thought about it in the lobby just now, but she couldn't think of such a thing, and she was helpless.

Chen Yang looked at the desperate young man, trying to recall what his sister had said about the doll, not once, intermittently, very trivial.

It will be a mess for a while.

The festering place on the back of Chen Yang's head was in pain again, the pain was rising straight up, as if countless worms were burrowing into his skull, and it was very difficult for him to concentrate even a little bit.

"Dolls are basically in one series, right?"

Chen Yangbai showed a thoughtful expression on his blue face: "Are you looking for a friend?"

"Looking for it at the supermarket?"

Wen Qing disagreed with this guess: "The last round was like this. An item corresponds to a section and a location in the supermarket. This round is unlikely to continue."

"But I don't have any other ideas right now, you have to find it."

Wen Qing patted the young man on the back: "For the sake of your misery, I will help you run a district."

"Thank you!" the young man cried with joy.

The mute went too.

What Chen Yang looked at was Wen Qing's back.

Xiang Dong asked suspiciously, "Then why are you so kind?"

"Which train is he on? I seriously doubt he is T57!"

Chen Yang lay down on the glass stage and passed out.

Eyeing Xiang Dong anxiously, the crutch swung over before he stretched out his hand, and then he was kicked out.

"Father..."

The scolding stopped abruptly, and Xiangdong stared at the medicine bottle in Chaojian's hand.

"Inhibitors, multiple personality disorders, mainly manic paranoia, old problems." Chao Jian said, "My condition is getting worse now, and I take it twice a day instead of three times a day. I haven't eaten at noon today."

The corners of Xiang Dong's eyes twitched fiercely, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva while rolling his thick Adam's apple.

Fuck, it really is crazy!

Chao Jian put the medicine bottle back into her pocket, looked down at Chen Yang, who was in pain, and didn't move for a long time.

Xiang Dong didn't know what the man with the broken leg had done, he was kind enough to help that buddy find another area to go back to the pavilion, and found that Chen Yang's consciousness had awakened.

The ghost energy that had surged was temporarily suppressed.

Chen Yang looked at Xiang Dong and stared at him strangely, he touched his face, sweating with his hands: "How is it?"

A few people from Xiangdong said that they have searched all the supermarkets, but there is no doll of the same series.

Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian, the other party seemed to be not as focused as him, the shadow between his brows was heavy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He went to look at the young man again: "Is there any information about the doll to add?"

The young man said no, as if he was hiding something.

Wen Qing tossed a coin to play: "Dude, the first thing that comes out is newspapers, you are the second, the old man is still nesting in the waiting room, the painter behind you is looking for disposable gloves to stock up, you are the only one in a hurry."

Young people are not at all relaxed.

Chen Yang moved his bleeding lips: "Could it be that your thinking is wrong?"

He glanced at the young man: "It's not for the doll to find friends, but for you?"

The young man was confused: "Find it for me? You are the only ones at the station, and I don't know you well."

"Then did any of your friends have an accident at this station? I'm talking about the real Qingcheng Station."

"No."

The young man yelled suddenly: "I, I, I! I remembered!"

"There is a story, there is a story!" He held up his pendant and said loudly, "This doll has good friends!"

Xiangdong hates dolls the most, just like human beings, he gets goosebumps when he looks at them: "Fucking, keep your voice down!"

Chen Yang asked the young man, "What good friend?"

"It just has a friend." The young man said hesitantly. "It's a cartoon. I don't remember the content of the story. I only know that it has a friend. The two should be inseparable."

"Am I thinking about it late now? Blame me for not coming sooner. I have already thought about it a few times, but I subconsciously ignored it. I am very scared. I still blame it. I am really afraid..."

"Then find a good friend for your doll?"

Sweat dripped from Chen Yang's forehead, and his facial features were distorted by the pain. He instinctively stretched out his hand towards the boy with the most yang energy, and he stretched out an arm, and he grabbed it: "No, last round, the item was the passenger, I think This round is still the same, and the doll represents you."

"It's you looking for a good friend," he said.

"how could be,