ID number 019

【The little rabbit has been looking for carrots for a long time, and its spirit has become bad】

This is a temporary trap.

The first reaction in Feng's mind was that the little rabbit had a schizophrenic personality and would treat himself as a carrot.

He was very afraid of misunderstanding, but at this point, he had no other choice but to listen to his first feeling, and changed the direction of the hand pointing at the mute, pointing at the "little rabbit" Chen Yang.

Just as Feng Lao was still thinking, what if Chen Yang still said "no" like the previous two times, Chen Yang had already said "yes".

It's over, Chen Yang must have never imagined that the carrot he chose was himself, it's over.

When "Little Rabbit" Chen Yang opened his eyes, "Little Ming" Feng's body was no longer his. He was controlled and asked the phrase "Little Rabbit, now tell me, where is the carrot you were looking for".

As long as the little rabbit points the wrong finger, he will die.

Only when the dominance of the body came back, did Old Feng know that the game was over.

The little rabbit found its carrot.

Elder Feng narrowly escaped death, and for a moment he couldn't move or make a sound, and the dimples on his face were covered with cold sweat.

The three of them, Xiang Dong and Wen Qing, were blindfolded, but they were all able to hear.

When they heard Chen Yang say "I am a carrot", they all thought that he guessed wrong and the game failed.

Choose one of three, not one of four, how could the little rabbit himself be in the range of guessing.

Chen Yang didn't know what to think, he didn't guess between his partner, the mute, Sun and his party, but guessed himself.

Now that Mr. Feng is going to die, so will Chen Yang and the others.

Xiang Dong stood up without taking off the cloth strip, and smashed the chair behind him.

"Success?"

Wen Qing's voice was full of disbelief: "You guessed right? Damn..."

Xiang Dong got stuck and died: "Huh?"

He vigorously picked up the cloth strips, and stared at everyone with red eyes that were still angry and ferocious. He was so dazed that he couldn't find Chen Dacaicai, and he yelled, "Who the hell tell me what's going on?"

"You guessed right, you guessed right, the little rabbit is a carrot? Fuck you old man Feng, you also pointed the little rabbit into it?!"

Elder Feng waved his hand weakly: "It's a helpless move."

The mute handed the paper to the grumpiest to look east.

Wen Qing and the painter leaned over, and the three of them were shocked when they saw the small words added to the story.

"Damn, this trap is too much, how could the little rabbit be a carrot!"

"The bunny must be a carrot."

"..."

All three of them went to see "Little Rabbit", and they saw different things in their eyes.

The painter said: "How did he guess it?"

"Meng is also among the three of them, so he won't guess at himself."

Wen Qing's meaning is unclear: "Dare to be the first to stand up, which means that I am sure. I want to study and study the game again. There must be loopholes that I have overlooked."

He pouted again: "It doesn't seem to have been ignored."

"So how did the little rabbit do it..."

Facing Little Rabbit was his partner, still looking at each other, the aura between the two was indescribably tight, forming a group of their own.

Something seems to go without saying.

Xiang Dong didn't say anything, it's not a matter of the length of time he has known each other, nor is it a matter of life and death together in the mission, it has to be that the soul has done countless times, and they are so familiar with each other that they can't remind, speak, or move. communicate under circumstances.

Wen Qing looked at the two men playfully, with fear and curiosity forming in his eyes.

"Is this something that can be done by tacit understanding? Oh, I regret that I didn't watch the scene. I should keep my eyes open. There is no limit to learning. This is a life-saving skill."

Xiang Dong sprinkled his jealousy on his head, smoldering: "Learn? You're a fart, what's the use of being alone, do you have a partner?"

Wen Qing shut herself up.

Chen Yang's hands and feet were a little numb, like an electric shock.

Now his mind is blank, without leaving any traces, and somehow he came up with that answer.

And it was a turbulent, surging feeling, so intense that he didn't hesitate.

Chen Yang rubbed his face, got up and called the boy, and the two found a place to sit down.

"Let's ask one question at a time. First, why did you let Mr. Feng sit behind you?"

Chao Jian said: "Block his sight, so that your eyes are not scattered, and you can look at me more intently."

Chen Yang: "..."

"Then the second question, Mr. Feng is sitting behind you, you can't see him pointing at me, right? There are rules to monitor, and you can't even roll your eyes."

"So how do you know he's referring to me? It stands to reason that I'm not in the carrot option, I'm a bunny."

Looking at him at Jane: "The answer is hidden in the story."

Chen Yang looked confused.

"Some even reminded the little rabbit that he is a carrot." Chao Jian read out a sentence from the story without saying much.

Chen Yang gradually tasted the information in it, and couldn't help but feel terrified.

"That trap..."

Chen Yang took a deep breath: "When Mr. Feng pointed at me and asked, if I still said no like the previous two times, what should I do when I open my eyes to look for it? According to the story, I have to say that I am a carrot, but I said no again when I was blindfolded."

Looking at him at Jane: "The little rabbit is not in good spirits, do you know what this means?"

Chen Yang shook his head.

"If you are not mentally well, you will become confused. No matter who Xiao Ming is referring to, the little rabbit will not be able to guess it. It will only say that it is a carrot."

Chen Yang: "..."

Hold.

Chen Yang moved closer and stared into the young man's eyes: "The last question, I can't give hints, I can't even look at the eyes, how can I know the answer just by looking at you?"

He also asked himself later.

Chao Jian answered irrelevantly: "When the game started, the time at the station was static, and it was only after the game ended that it started again, which meant that Xiao Ming was happy and had a great time playing the game."

Chen Yang nodded: "It's good for you to maintain such a speaking frequency and word count."

Turning to a smile: "So why?"

Turning his head to Jane and looking elsewhere: "There is no reason."

Chen Yang pulled his crutch.

Chao Jian seemed impatient, frowned, and said, "You see you in my eyes."

This answer could not completely dispel Chen Yang's confusion, he simply attributed it to some kind of sudden induction.

spiritual.

Nothing else is possible.

They didn't know each other for a long time.

Mr. Feng escaped the catastrophe and felt a little dreamy, until six o'clock in the evening, when the afternoon duty officer got off work, he didn't die, he was still alive.

At this moment, he was sure that he had really broken the rules.

Mr. Feng was very grateful to Chen Yang and the others.

Chen Yang was anxious about the task, and didn't let the old man get too immersed in the surprise of being alive, so he asked about Zhi Jiujiu.

"Old Feng, where did you find those three papers?"

Mr. Feng knew what he meant: "No more, I have searched all around, and there is nothing else."

Having said that, Mr. Feng still revealed three locations.

Chen Yang wrote it down and planned to look for it again. Now his spirit is similar to that of a little rabbit. It is not very good, and it is easy to miss something. He should try his best not to let go of any known clues when his body is not down.

"Then how do you understand it?"

Mr. Feng didn't answer immediately, but asked solemnly: "Have you compared the handwriting on the note you and your partner found with the three copies I gave you?"

Chen Yang said: "By comparison, two of your three copies were written by one person, and the word for "death" is the same as mine."

I've done it.

The complete sentence is: Get in the car, die, don't get in the car, die.

This result surprised Mr. Feng: "These are not alone."

He stroked his white beard and murmured, "That's what was left by the two people from the previous batch."

Chen Yangxin said, it's okay, it can only be said that the task is too difficult, it broke the two taskers.

I'm afraid they are not the same batch.

That would be horrible.

"I think the order of the two messages left by the tasker I found is like this."

Mr. Feng explained his understanding one by one: "First, there is a ghost of a child in the station. He reminded the tasker, but the other party didn't understand it."

"Secondly, that person was stimulated by some kind of stimulation. He felt that both roads were dead, and he would never be able to get out. Later, he seemed to realize that something was related to the station. As for what kind of relationship it is, the old man asked me I don't understand."

Mr. Feng was not much influenced by the information on the note.

The owner of those two notes must have been matched by an item coming out of the security inspection machine just like him and the previous taskers.

It's just very unlucky, and with the help of the ghost child, it still can't be cracked for a long time.

Seeing that the time is coming, crazy.

Mr. Feng has seen quite a few missionaries of this type, who are overwhelmed by despair and don't want to die, but can't struggle, that's how it will be.

"Whether I found it or you found it, the information left by the previous group of people, we can't determine the mental state of the other party, so we can't judge the accuracy of the information. It's hard to say the reference value. You can discuss it yourself. "

Old Feng sighed, he has passed this round, and then he will wait for the car to arrive tomorrow afternoon.

This young man is in the last class. It will be after nine o'clock tomorrow night. He still doesn't know what he will face, whether he will live or die.

Feng Laoruo glanced at the young man beside him in disbelief: "We still need to find loopholes in the rules."

Chen Yang couldn't squeeze out a heavy smile: "We know."

Mr. Feng knows that exchanging contact information in the mission world is not acceptable. The ability for mission people to meet in the real world depends only on fate.

I hope he and this young man can meet again in the future.

There is also Sun and his party, a poor employee who volunteered to participate in the game. Money, work, and the like are all fine.

Feng Lao is going to lie down and relax his heart.

Chen Yang took out the torn page from the little yellow book and his own note, filled it up incompletely, and placed the other two sheets given by Mr. Feng under them.

【I can not go back. 】

[Get in the car, die, don't get in the car, die. 】

【Why didn't that child come out, help me again, I'm going to die! ! ! ! 】

[Can't get out, never get out, the station... I know!It's the station! 】

If it weren't for the different handwriting, looking at it this way, it looks like a person's heartfelt voice, and the order is no problem.

Between the lines is the gradual aggravation of the collapse.

Chen Yang randomly scattered them and changed the order: "What rules did you say for the last batch of taskers? Will they be the same?"

Chao Jian leaned his head, eyes slightly closed: "Should."

Chen Yang added: "In the first round, we also used the rule of "you can't show your ticket to others" to clean up a wave, and then use the security inspection machine to set the rules? I don't know who wrote the note at the time. Several rounds."

"Old Feng is right. The reference value of the information on the note is not clear. You can't circle around it, or you will be trapped in it."

Chen Yang thought of something, and the note in his hand fell: "Are they also the four trains?"

When talking, people rushed towards the young man.

Chao Jian's eyelashes, which were still showing a little gap, closed tightly, together with the line of her jaw: "The same mission location will only be the same mission."

Chen Yang sat back and it was all the same.

I don't know how many of that group survived in the end.

The painter's uniform was found by Wen Qing.

Chen Yang felt the evil taste of the rules. The uniform was indeed dirty and smelly, with blood and fine shreds of meat stuck to it.

It looked like it had just been ripped off a rotting corpse.

As an officer on duty, he must be neatly dressed and not casually draped outside.

The painter has to take off his trench coat.

The painter is dying.

The painter is dead.

Chen Yang and the others expressed sympathy, it would be torture to wear clothes without a cleanliness.

Not to mention the clean freaks who feel that the whole world is dirty.

There are two paths in front of the painter, the worst is to hold back the nausea and break through the obstacle in his heart.

The artist was working as a stone sculpture outside the newspaper kiosk, delaying the time motionlessly until after eleven o'clock.

"Get off work at midnight, now at 23:10, there are still 50 minutes."

Wen Qing reported the time at the side. This was the fourth time he reported in the evening. Every time he reported, the painter's sallow face became more cracked.

It's exciting and fun to watch other people's lives worse than death.

"I suggest you wear it now."

Chen Yang reminded from the bottom of his heart: "Old Feng has traps, and you will too."

"Maybe the night shift staff will leave work early."

The painter's eyelids twitched.

Sun Xingxing was more nervous than him, stumbling and said: "Then...then put it on, Mr. Painter, life is the most important thing, you bear with it, don't think about it when you are on duty, tomorrow morning, take it off after get off work tomorrow morning, then you can take it off." Spray more with disinfectant spray."

Painter: "No more."

"The spray is gone." He had nothing to love.

Several people:"……"

It's too awful.

The artist changed into his uniform and entered the newsstand half an hour earlier.

The tall and thin figure stretched to the extreme.

Chen Yang shouted to the painter: "It's not that simple. The on-duty personnel will not be as tense as you when you are facing the enemy. During the time period from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the morning, the train station will be relatively deserted, and there is not much need for patrols. They basically sit in the pavilion. Here, they will be very relaxed, even idle, dozing off."

The painter died again.

After zero o'clock, other people did not approach the newsstand, but sat against the wall on the first floor, taking turns to watch the night.

Chen Yang took out all the notes and looked at the others sincerely.

"What did you find?"

Under the bright lights, there is nowhere to hide the changes in everyone's eyes.

It's time to be open and honest.

Mr. Feng picked up a few pockets: "I don't have one, old man, it's up to you."

The tip of Wen Qing's tongue swept his lower lip: "Does this have to be like this? Is the team spirit going to explode? It's boring."

There was inquiry in Chen Yang's gaze: "Didn't you find out?"

Wen Qing made an exaggerated hesitation, trying to cover up: "No."

Chen Yang twitched.

This guy has a player's mentality, which is different from them. He wished that the difficulty could be more difficult, the bigger the better.

It all depends on the mood.

Now it is clear that he will not share the clues he found.

And tell them I've found something, but I just won't tell.

"Damn, since it's spread out, spread it out, you're still playing, why didn't your mother play you to death!"

Xiang Dong cursed and threw something.

It is the registration book of the security booth.

The duty sheet fell from it.

Wen Qing had a magical expression on his face: "When the painter took out the duty sheet, did you still hide it?"

"I didn't find it back then!"

Xiangdong's tone was harsh, and the register was filled with trivial matters.

No clue, it's a waste of time looking for it.

Just misleading.

Xiangdong is still angry when he thinks about it, he has been fooled, and has become the mentally handicapped boy Wen Qing often talks about.

He twisted a cigarette and poked on the cigarette case: "Damn it, it's still suitable for me to fight and kill, it's annoying."

Chen Yang picked up the logbook and flipped through it, but it was worthless.

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, he realized that the mute had written something on a post-it note for everyone to see.

[I have heard a voice these two nights. 】

The mute also found out.

Sun and his party were dumbfounded, they were all so powerful, but he was the most useless.

Chen Yang asked, "What's the sound?"

Mute's pen trembled a little, and her freckled face showed clear panic, hiding until now was her limit.

[The sound of metal being knocked, very hard, bang bang. 】

[But I found that no one else could hear it. 】

Wen Qing interjected: "Daughter of Destiny."

Before the cane passed by, Foshan Shadowless Foot in the east gave it to him.

"When is it time to pretend, little dumb, hurry up, don't hide it anymore, hurry up and write!"

Xiang Dong felt refreshed, I finally won the round with the broken leg.

The mute moved towards Chen Yang and wrote quickly.

[I don't know where it came from, I just know it's metal. 】

Several people were silent, there were a lot of metal objects at the station.

Chen Yang lowered his eyes to look at Chao Jian's crutch, and even touched it with his hands. The ghost is reminding the dumb?

He looked like a little girl, with many small freckles on her cheeks, and she was not ugly, her eyes were like small black beads, dripping.

"What does knocking on the metal indicate?" Chen Yang whispered to Chao Jian.

The corners of Zhao Jian's pursed lips did not open, Xiang Dong puffed on his cigarette and shouted: "What are you talking about?"

"If you want to talk, you should speak louder. If you want to be honest with each other, you end up whispering. What do you mean, what do you think of us as human beings?"

The sour dog face that I can't stand.

Wen Qing, Sun Xingxing, and the dumb all looked over, and even the sleepy Feng Lao opened his eyelids that were almost glued together.

Chen Yang was inexplicably uncomfortable being looked at like this. He pulled his upper body away from Chao Jian, and said solemnly: "What do you think knocking on metal is a reminder?"

Wen Qing was enthusiastic: "Is the voice regular?"

The mute thought for a while, shook his head, and wrote on the sticky note hesitantly.

[I'm afraid that I won't be able to listen as seriously as I can in English listening. It may be regular, but I can't hear it. 】

Several people:"……"

Chen Yang asked: "What about tonight? Did you hear that too?"

[It's not time yet, those two times were three or four in the morning. 】

The mute looked around and lowered his head to write a sentence.

[I will call you when I hear it. 】

"No, I'm timid."

Wen Qing nestled into the corner of the wall with her sleeves in her hands, yawning profusely: "Everyone, I'll go to bed first, good night."

Then there was the snoring sound, not from him, but from Old Feng.

Sun Xingxing rested his head on the briefcase, and moved every now and then, unable to fall asleep.

The mute was swiping his phone, not going to sleep.

Xiangdong was squatting and puffing, while others were inhaling his second-hand smoke, he suddenly "fucked" and went to pee with a cigarette in his mouth.

A man who can't hold back his face and say, "If I pee, who will come with me", can only scold myself for not urinating in the morning and in the evening, but after midnight.

Chen Yang wasn't worried about Xiang Dong, that guy had a strong yang energy, and ghosts couldn't rely on him.

He stretched his head to look outside, it was pitch black, and it was raining heavily.

Stop at intervals, stop at intervals.

Chen Yang was startled suddenly, is the weather outside changing regularly?He didn't notice.

I don’t know if there are any partners who like actuarial time...

A warm breath brushed his ears from top to bottom, he shrank his neck in fear of itching, and heard a whisper: "Twelve hours."

Chen Yang was startled, what does it mean when it changes every twelve hours?

As soon as the mission started, the weather started like this.

At this moment, Wen Qing's vague voice sounded: "There will be no one in the station by this time tomorrow."

"The old man will go with the painter in the afternoon, and we will go in the evening."

Sun Xingxing, who ordered later, blurted out: "The painters are the last class."

Realizing that he slipped his tongue, he immediately covered his mouth.

"Ah oh."

Wen Qing moved his neck slowly, opened his eyes and looked at Sun Xingyi, who buried his head in his chest, just such a timid old man, after receiving the task reminder this time, he dared to sell information to the tasker, and stood up to play the game of life and death .

Really, what's the use of being weak and not being strong enough.

"Seeing how nervous you are, the painter didn't tell us, it's just that he has a withdrawn personality and no friends, so just say it, it's a big deal."

Wen Qing glanced at the old man whose snoring sound was comparable to that of an electric drill hitting a wall: "Speaking of which, he will leave alone tomorrow afternoon?"

Under Chen Yang's surprised gaze, the mute wrote something on the sticky note for them to see.

[I am also T57. 】

The dumb one is T57, but he was not selected in this round and was missed.

This was beyond Chen Yang's expectation. He looked at the security inspection machine in the distance: "Will something come out tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow's matter, tomorrow, the teacher taught us the truth." Wen Qing's voice weakened.

Chen Yang paid attention to Wen Qing's breathing, this time it was not a fake, but really fell asleep.

Why do you feel that one of the two is very relaxed, only he is more tense and is about to break.

Was it the reason he was marked by a ghost?

Chen Yang stuffed all the notes back into his backpack, checked his ID number and bus ticket, and turned to Jian, "Why aren't you asleep?"

Chao Jian: "Insomnia."

Chen Yang asked in surprise, "Does the medicine not help sleep?"

"Yes." Chao Jian said lightly, "Tonight's effect is not good."

Chen Yang looked at the blue color in his eyes: "Worried about the mission?"

Chao Jian said nothing.

Chen Yangyu said earnestly: "You can tell me what you think in your heart, don't be like Wen Qing, combing and pondering by yourself, it must be tiring."

Looking up at Jane: "Back it on your back."

"Tomorrow is the last day. My mark will be black, and ghosts will come out. I don't know who it is..."

Chen Yang was turned around and pointed the back of his festering head at the young man. If he did this many times, he wouldn't be embarrassed anymore.

Such a disgusting place, he didn't want to watch it again after seeing it once.

The bubbles on the ears are also rotten, hey.

At around 20:[-] in the morning, the mute took off Chen Yang's clothes.

Chen Yang immediately came out of the dozing state: "The voice appeared?"

The mute nodded with a pale face.

Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian and asked: Did you hear that?

Chao Jian: No.

Sun and his party hugged the briefcase tightly, saying that the timid Wen Qing sat up, and Feng Lao woke up from sleep, Xiangdong pinched out the cigarette, and there was another cigarette butt at his feet.

Where did the sound of metal being knocked come from, they didn't hear anything.

Chen Yang said gently to the mute: "We are all here, are you trying to find the direction?

The mute looked up to the second floor.

Just when Chen Yang and the others thought they were in the waiting room on the second floor, the dumb man looked up and down to the first floor again.

After a while, the mute wrote on the sticky note with shaking hands.

[I'm not sure, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I tried my best. 】

The little girl was discouraged and did not help everyone.

"It's okay." Chen Yang said, "Are you still knocking?"

[No more, each time lasts 8 minutes. 】

"Do you still remember?"

[I was panicked the first time and didn't remember it, but I did remember it the second time, it was also at that time just now. 】

There is a clear time, 8 minutes, and a number, 8.

The object is not clear, only known to be metal.

Chen Yang wrote it down in the memo on his mobile phone, and got down on the knees. The artist left work in more than two hours.

At 6:[-] in the morning, the painter finished his all-night duty, his uniform still on him, and he was as lifeless as a standing corpse.

His eyes trembled, and he fell straight to the ground.

Chest still heaves.

It perfectly interprets what it means to be alive rather than dead.

No one said words of comfort, leaving the artist alone.

The morning was calm, Chen Yang was on the evening bus, and the countdown to departure began. He went to the security inspection machine from time to time, and the other party seemed to be dead.

"Chen Yang, I didn't panic at first, but if you look at it this way, I'm going to have a heart attack."

Looking eastward at the young man next to Chen Yang, he forgot what he wanted to say, and subconsciously continued: "I don't know what to do?!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and slapped himself.

If he doesn't leave this crappy station, he's going to become crazy.

Chen Yang heard Xiang Dong's applause, and asked strangely, "Why are you beating yourself?"

"It doesn't matter." Xiang Dong said, "Be careful today, the ghost will use its big tricks to take you away."

Chen Yang's feeling was not much different from last night.

It's just that Chao Jian's complexion has changed a lot, her cold face has turned pale, and her lips are a little gray. He knows that the other party's behavior is because of him.

Chao Jian's yang energy is almost gone.

Chen Yang was worried and had no other choice but to pray and let his sister in heaven bless them.

At 10:57, T[-] starts checking tickets.

The eight people in the first waiting room sat scattered, none of them next to each other.

Mr. Feng and the mute are about to get in the car.

The ticket checking time is 10 minutes. They did not rush to the platform, but carefully recalled the T57 to see if they missed any details that might make them fail to get on the train.

Both of Xiangdong's legs were placed on the chair, his arms were hung on the back of the chair, and he was sitting awkwardly, pretending to be cool: "Do you want to be next to each other this time?"

Wen Qing blows chewing gum: "No need."

"Look at the car door."

Chen Yang said conservatively, "The width of the door of the last train 3291 has changed, just enough for two people to sit side by side, just to remind the passengers on board."

"This time it's the normal width, so don't use it."

Xiang Dong jumped off his chair and rushed to Wen Qing with a few strides: "Are you really not from this class?"

Wen Qing's face was covered with chewing gum. He slowly licked the gum and rolled it into his mouth: "What are you talking about? If I were in this class, I should stand with the old man. Why would I still be sitting here?"

Xiang Dong looked at his severed tongue, and wanted to pull it: "Damn, eat some chewing gum, can you stop being so disgusting?"

"The benevolent see the benevolent, the wise see wisdom, the dirty see..."

Wen Qing was carried to the ground before he finished speaking. He sighed: "How good I am in this class, I can get rid of you, a violent maniac, immediately."

Xiang Dong looked down at him for a while, and snorted: "You bastard, it's too difficult to deal with. I really don't know what you have suffered in real life to turn you into such a ghost."

Wen Qing got up from the ground, straightened the hair band on his forehead, brushed his oily hair, sat back and continued blowing bubbles.

In 5 minutes, Mr. Feng and the mute went through the ticket gate and went to the platform.

The six people in the waiting room were all by the window. This was the third time they had sent the taskers to the bus.

This time there was no accident, the old and the young found the carriage and got up.

T57 starts on time.

Six lines of sight watched it slowly start to drive out of the mission bureau of death and drive into the distance.

"Finally there is success."

Sun Xingxing murmured happily: "That's great, that's great."

"Uncle, why do you cry so much?" Wen Qing tsk-tsk in distaste, "Crying if you're not happy, but crying when you're happy. You're actually a woman disguised as a man."

Sun Xingxing was confused: "Huh? I'm not, I'm a man."

"I don't believe it." Wen Qing said, "Women are said to be made of water on TV, you are like this, you must not be a man!"

Only then did Sun Xing realize that he was laughing at himself, and closed his mouth in embarrassment.

Wen Qing left the window and returned to the chair: "It's the last shift left."

"How fast." He sighed vaguely.

"Hurry up?" Xiang Dong said with a livid face, "How many days has it been? I stink."

Wen Qing didn't listen to what Xiang Dong said, and sighed again talking to himself: "There are only four trains, it would be nice to have a few more, it's too fast, really, there's no way, oops, I don't want to, I don't want to, noon I'm not full, so I'll go find something to eat."

"Hawking and crooked, I don't know what to say, I'm sick!"

Xiang Dong shouted to Chen Yang who was still looking outside: "Hey! Hey! What's wrong?"

Chen Yang's gaze fell on the platform, the lights were off, and the tracks were no longer visible. The lights would only come on when K1856 drove over tonight.

"I thought getting in the car was going back to the real world."

Xiang Dong shook his collar for a while, and he thought so too, but in the end he really had to take the train.

It’s not the same space, how do I drive back?

Think about it and feel nothing.

The mission world is not just about to enter.

From the moment you have an ID number, your life will be hell.

Chen Yang asked abruptly: "The ticket for my partner and I is from Qingcheng to Penang, how about you?"

Sun Xingxing said: "I am from Qingcheng to Fucheng."

Painter: "Same."

Xiang Dong said: "Hongcheng."

Sun Xingxing said "Hey": "We are on the same train, and the destinations are different."

"It doesn't matter where you go, just drive as you like," Xiang Dong said, "Could it be that you thought the car was really going to return to the railroad track outside Qingcheng Station from here?"

The painter said in front of Sun and his party: "Impossible."

"So the destination doesn't matter."

Chen Yang didn't know what was going on, he felt a little uneasy, the more he wanted to suppress that feeling, the more violent the rebound would be.

Should not be ah.

T57 is really gone this time.

Chen Yang turned to look at his partner: "You..."

After suddenly realizing that his eyes were facing his own head, the words slipped when he reached the edge of his mouth: "What's wrong with my head?"

Chao Jian didn't answer but asked, "What do you want to say?"

Chen Yang stared at him, and after a few seconds, he reconnected with the broken train of thought: "I want to go to the first floor."

"Let's go." Chao Jian turned around on crutches, and when he passed Xiang Dong, he stopped very slightly.

Xiangdong encountered similar beasts, and his defense value instantly exploded.

However, the battle did not start, and the other party only gave a warning.

Xiangdong probably knew the reason, but he was not allowed to tell Chen Yang that the mark on the back of the head turned into a hand, which happened to grab the back of the neck.

Xiang Dong didn't want to say that Chen Yang doesn't need his yang energy, and his broken legs are enough for the opponent.

Now it's a gamble.

Let's see if the ghosts succeeded first, or if K1856 came and they left.

Of course, you have to wait for the security check machine to drop dead objects.

The K32 and 3291 on the big screen on the first floor are gray.

Behind is K1856.

The T57 in the third column is gone.

Under normal circumstances, it will be like this when a bus leaves.

"What are you doing here?" Wen Qing came over with coffee in one hand and macarons in the other.

For the first time, the five tacitly ignored him.

Chen Yang pressed the twitching temples: "Where do you say the train comes from and where does it go?"

The others didn't speak.

Wen Qing took down the coffee brought to his mouth: "It's endless, what do you want to say?"

Chen Yang squatted down with some dizziness, and his voice was soft as if he was talking to himself: "We all think this way, if you have a ticket, you can get on the bus, and you can leave when you get on the bus."

"But who said that, did the rules say it?"

The surrounding airflow condenses slightly.

The uncertainty in Chen Yang's heart suddenly rushed to the top of his head, which made him grit his teeth unnaturally, and what he said sounded out of order: "This is the fixed thinking pattern that everyone has after seeing the ticket."

"There is a ticket and a date. Could it be that we take it for granted? The rule is that we are not allowed to get on the bus. We have to find a way to get on the bus. If we get on time, we will complete the task. We just take it for granted."

Chen Yang didn't know that he was haunted by death energy, he looked like a lunatic, muttering.

This time, only Wen Qing spoke: "Then what are the rules?"

He drank the coffee in one gulp: "What is the mission?"

"People are like this. If things don't go well, I hope things go well. When things go well, I feel that I shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't be so smooth. There must be something wrong..."

Chen Yang interrupted Wen Qing, and asked without hesitation: "How did the first one die?"

Several people:"……"

Memory so bad?

Chen Yang couldn't wait for the answer, so he impatiently looked at the boy with bloodshot eyes.

His partner will tell him.

"I ran out of the station and was run over by the train outside the door." Chao Jian said.

Chen Yang muttered in a daze: "Yes, yes, if you are crushed, you won't die if you don't die. I said so."

Sun and his party had a heavy shadow on that scene, after all, it was the first scene of death.

"At the time, everyone was wondering why there was a train outside."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Chen Yang just lost his voice as if the switch had been turned off.

Just when Xiang Dong couldn't help shouting, he gave Jane a cold look.

Xiang Dong: "..." My day!

Chen Yang stood almost still for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at Wen Qing: "Have you finished your coffee?"

"Finished."

As soon as Wen Qing's last word came out of his mouth, Chen Yang took the cup in his hand and threw it outside.

"Hey you……"

The sound stopped abruptly, and he heard a "bang" sound from outside.

The glass hit something invisible.

"Boom--"

It's the sound of a train.

"Is there... a train?"

Sun Xingxing swallowed his saliva: "Didn't the train come after the people in the station ran out?"

"When the things go out, the train will come?"

"No...no...no..."

Sun and his party repeated it several times and said tremblingly, "Why does it seem like the train was there before?"

"I have an idea."

Wen Qing said something creepy: "Could the train keep going?"

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

Chen Yang wanted to smash something, but he didn't have it in his hand, so he handed over a crutch.

He looked at the crutches, looked at the young man, and the sense of unreliability in running around eased: "...I smashed it, are you alone?"

Chao Jian had an attitude of "I haven't thought about it, it doesn't matter".

"bang"

Throw a lighter to the east.

Hit again.

Accompanied by the sound of the train passing the track.

Xiang Dong dragged Wen Qing away, and the two came back quickly with a lot of things.

Everyone, you and I, smash outside from time to time.

It was like that for nearly half an hour.

After the smashing was over, silence returned outside.

Wen Qingmo