ID number 019

When Chen Yang heard the village chief's words, it was as if he had been pushed into a bucket of ice water by many hands.

Suffocation and biting coldness rushed towards him in an instant.

That is to say, from the time when the number of people is counted to calculate the per capita quota, there are not eleven people in their group, but ten.

There is a dead one who has been mixed in there.

It's just that they didn't find it the first two times, and it was only this time that something abnormal appeared.

Who is that ghost?

Chen Yang put down the hand that was holding Chao Jian, and wiped the sweat on his clothes. His knuckles were stiff and he couldn't move very flexibly.

The seven people now are himself, Chao Jian, Xiao Xiang, Wang Kuanyou, Chen Xishuang, Qian Qin, and...

Chen Yang suddenly went to see Jiang Miao in Laoji Village.

It was a young girl with long braids tied around her shoulders with a red rope. The skin on her face was a bit rough, her figure was thin, and she was wearing an old cloth.

She stood there with her head down, not speaking, not crying or shouting, her eyes were always closed.

Whether it was that the two Jiang students in the same village were punished for failing to complete the per capita quota, screaming with missing arms and legs, bleeding all over the place, or Jiang Miao from another place was killed, she did not respond to any of them.

Even Wang Kuanyou's unexpected failure, the village chief said one possibility, that is, the number of people was wrong, one of the seven of them was not human, and she didn't even open her eyes when such a horrific bomb fell.

It looked like she was waiting for a result in her own world, and all the people and things around her couldn't affect her.

Did the tragedy of last year make her feel pessimistic and hopeless? She couldn't bear this kind of torture at all, and she didn't want to die like all Jiang Miao, so she chose to commit suicide a long time ago?

Chen Yang thought of this, and so did the others.

The ghost is exposed.

The village head walked up to the little girl, and took a few steps back cautiously to keep a distance from her. He held the long cigarette stick behind his back, his wrinkled old face was gray and gray: "Jiang Miao."

The little girl's closed eyelashes moved and slowly separated, revealing a pair of dry and red eyes.

The village chief's hands behind his back were shaking a little, and the long tobacco rod was also shaking. He said in an elder tone: "You shouldn't be here, go where you should go."

The little girl opened her mouth wide in a daze.

"Go!" The village head turned his head, his old voice was a little choked, "Your sister must be waiting for you."

The little girl seemed to have just realized it. She opened her eyes to the maximum, and said anxiously, "Village Chief, I... I didn't... I was..."

"No."

Xiao Xiang went to the little girl's place at some point and grabbed her hand.

"What isn't it?"

"She is human." Xiao Xiang said.

Everyone's faces changed.

"I am I am!" The little girl nodded hastily, "I'm not dead, I'm alive, I'm just afraid so I keep quiet, I made a lot of money, and I sold a lot this year."

She shook her shoulders and cried softly, not understanding why everyone suspected her.

"It's not me, it's not me who got in."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Since Jiang Miao from Laoji Village is alive...

The ghost is among them!

Cold sweat oozes from Chen Yang's back. Wang Kuanyou, who passed out before completing the average amount, is definitely not a ghost, and there are only five people left.

He is not, not Chao Jian.

There are three left.

Xiao Xiang, Chen Xishuang, Qian Qin.

Chen Yang turned his head to look at the three of them, and his eyes fixed on Chen Xishuang who was covered with scars.

"What do you see me doing?" Chen Xishuang blinked his blood-red eyes.

Noticing that there were a few more gazes coming over, he was full of confusion: "Why do you also look at me?"

No one spoke.

"You don't think I..."

Chen Xishuang pointed at himself in a daze: "No, you made a mistake, I have body temperature."

He touched his face and his heart: "I also have a heartbeat, I really do!"

From the corner of his eye, Chen Yang observed Xiao Xiang and Qian Qin, seeing that there was nothing wrong with them, he paused while holding Chao Jian's fingers, and looked at Chen Xishuang.

Why did no one believe me? Chen Xishuang burst into tears of grievance.

"You can check mine."

He pointed to the little girl in Laoji Village: "It's like checking her."

Still no one cares about him.

"Chen Yang!"

Chen Xishuang forgot the taboo of not calling him by the wrong name, and called him by his real name directly: "You even touched me and said I was hot."

When the name was called, Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, feeling like he hadn't heard it for a long time. He met Chen Xishuang's eyes asking for help, and pursed his lips and said, "It was noon."

"But, but I..." Chen Xishuang bit his fingers helplessly, "I haven't left the booth since this afternoon. I have listened to your words, and I always remember them very well. I just sold things, and I didn't leave..."

When he said this, his eyes widened in vain.

No, he left.

"I left, why did this happen, why did I leave, what did I do..."

Chen Xishuang muttered in a daze, and touched his heart again.

The hands are cold, and there is no heartbeat under the palms.

Chen Xishuang shook his head and turned around, raised his tear-filled face to look at everyone, and said blankly, "I remembered, I'm dead."

The ghost is Chen Xishuang.

He didn't know that he was dead, and foolishly queued up with other people, experiencing round after round of deaths per capita.

Nervous, flustered, thankful, nervous... Several emotions came in a cycle.

The obsession to complete the task and go back tightly wrapped him up.

Only now did I realize that I was dead.

Chen Yang thought of the picture of Chen Xishuang bumping into a duck feather at noon and staggering to the bridge, with injuries all over his body.

I'm afraid Chen Xishuang's life was tied to Jiang Ren at that time.

When Jiang Ren fell on the bridge, when did he lose his breath, Chen Xishuang would die at the same time.

Now the real ghost is out.

The pitiful cry was exaggerated by the strong smell of blood, which produced a shuddering despair.

The few people who are still alive don't care about others at all, the line of death is at their feet.

Will run to their feet at any time.

The village chief didn't delay much, and he started counting the number of people one by one in the process, from Chen Yang to Chaojian, then to Xiaoxiang, Qian Qin, and the little girl, and then in reverse, counting back and forth several times to make sure it was correct.

"Five people."

The village head took out the cigarette stick and took two puffs: "300 per person."

Chen Yang grasped the five fingers on Chao Jian's arm with more force.

Involuntarily fastened.

Chen Yang only knew the income of himself and Chao Jian, but he didn't know how much Qian Qin, Xiao Xiang, and Jiang Miao from Laoji Village earned, and whether they had ever passed this amount.

There can be no fewer people.

The village chief looked at the list, and there was a line of words on it, and he read it accordingly.

"All per capita..."

The village chief was stunned, and stuck his dry bark face on the list. A few seconds later, he shivered and put the cigarette stick to his mouth.

My hands were shaking so badly that I didn't get it right for a long time.

"It's passed...it's profitable..." The cigarette rod in the village chief's hand fell to the ground, "The total amount of 1500 is completed..."

"It's done..."

The old man seemed to be dreaming, and walked away stepping on the cigarette bag that he never left.

Chen Yang was also dreaming.

His calf was knocked down by a crutch before he regained consciousness.

Safe.

This round is safe.

Another time at 08:30.

It was 55:08 in the evening, very close to 30:[-], and all five of them stayed where they were.

Several pools of blood on the ground flowed together and formed a large area.

The two ginger men were in a coma, and there were no villagers to take care of them.

Chen Yang looked at the little girl in Laoji Village.

"Worship the ancestors, after worshiping the ancestors."

The little girl said something knowingly and continued to close her eyes.

As if just being out of sight lessened the panic.

Chen Yang learned from the little girl's words that the villagers would not take them to the hospital for treatment until the matter was completely over.

When he caught a glimpse of something, his breath became short of breath, and Wang Xiaobei's body disappeared.

Wang Kuanyou's left forearm was gone, and he lost a lot of blood. He was lying flat in a pool of blood weakly, and his body twitched from time to time because of the pain.

"The time to leave the mission world is 08:30, and as long as you still have breath, you can go back." Xiao Xiang was as calm as ever.

"No, no, the per capita quota has not been completed, and the mission has failed."

Wang Kuanyou said intermittently: "I will stay here forever...forever."

He opened his eyes with difficulty, trying to make himself look more energetic: "Without the grudge, this village is just an ordinary village, and life here is not bad."

After finishing speaking, he laughed lightly at himself.

Why deceive yourself and others, you can't go back after all.

It doesn't matter what the ending is.

Xiaoxiang saw Wang Kuanyou's defeat and the dead anger wrapped in Shi Ran, so she didn't say anything else.

Indeed, as the other party said, failing to earn the per capita quota is a failure of the mission.

This mission is different from the previous ones.

Rules cannot be used universally.

Xiao Xiang suddenly thought of something, turned to look at Chen Yang.

Before Chen Yang could speak, Wang Kuanyou said to him: "The notebook...here you..."

Chen Yang closed his slightly opened mouth, rolled his Adam's apple, and said in silence for a moment: "Okay, I will take it back."

Wang Kuanyou showed a wishful expression.

Compared with Xiaoxiang, he still prefers Chen Yang's three views.

He hoped that Chen Yang could go to the end.

Wang Kuanyou's eyeballs turned in one direction, the boy on crutches who couldn't see through that direction, his pupils began to dilate, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Chen Yang went to check Wang Kuanyou's breath, and there was one more thing.

The same goes for the two Jiang Das in Laoji Village.

Chen Yang wiped off the blood stained on his trouser legs, and he fainted a lot. He whispered to Chao Jian: "When the village chief said that one of us was not human, you flashed through my mind. "

Chao Jian said nothing.

"Jiang Miao is from this world. We all have ID numbers and are also citizens of this world."

Chen Yang said: "Only you are a black household."

So there is a high possibility of being regarded as a different kind by the ginger people.

"But I thought again, if it were you, the 25 people at the beginning would not be full." Chen Yang talked to himself, and after he finished speaking, he let out the sullen breath in his heart.

In the next second, Chen Yang tilted his body towards Jane, and muttered strangely: "So, you don't have an ID number, and you are also a person in this world."

Chao Jane rolled up her sleeves.

Chen Yang lowered his eyes subconsciously, and when he saw something, the strangeness in his eyes turned into embarrassment.

There were four handprints on the boy's forearm, which were snapped out abruptly.

The culprit, Mr. Chen, was very embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention just now."

Chao Jian put the sleeves back: "I'll buckle it later, the trouble is in one place, don't do this one, that one, it hurts."

Chen Yang blurted out: "Then I'll be lighter next time."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Yang inadvertently caught a glimpse of a red figure, and he couldn't help but grabbed Chao Jian.

Then there were two more marks on Chao Jian's forearm.

Chen Xishuang called Chen Yang's name by mistake.

Strange things happen to people who are called by the wrong name.

Chen Yang didn't doze off and have nightmares, and he didn't do anything abnormal, he just...

Saw the ginger man!

No matter how miserable the life experience is, he is a ghost. He kills people when he is happy, and he kills people when he is not happy. Chen Yang pretended not to see him, tilted his head, and said to Chao Jian in an angry voice: "It's Jiang Ren, I saw him."

Chao Jian: "Don't worry about it."

Chen Yang caught a piece of blood red at the corner of his eye, and said in shortness of breath, "He floated over."

Chao Jian pulled up the hat on the back of Chen Yang's coat, the brim of the hat blocked his peripheral vision.

With such a block, Chen Yang's stiff eyelids recovered a bit, and he immediately closed his eyes tightly.

"Chen... Jiang Ren..."

Chen Xishuang's voice sounded beside Chen Yang. He had accepted his own death, and now he came to apologize. He didn't call the wrong name on purpose.

"Where did you go just now?" Chen Yang closed his eyes.

"Jiang Ren wants to be friends with me." Chen Xishuang said something, seemingly answering the question, but in fact the information revealed contained the answer.

An idea suddenly popped up in Chen Yang's heart, the ghosts here have their own world and rules, and the missionaries will join them when they die.

Stay here in another form.

Chen Xishuang said dejectedly: "When I didn't realize that I was dead, I thought I made a lot of money. That was a lie."

"That was an illusion I made up for myself. In fact, I only made a little over 200."

Even if he is not possessed by Jiang Ren, he will still die.

It's ten past eight.

Chen Xishuang was still squatting where he was, he wanted to ask Chen Yang for something.

"During my first mission, everyone exchanged contact information. When I returned to the real world and wanted to call a missioner, I found that the contact information in my mind was wrong."

Chen Yang knew what Chen Xishuang was thinking, and also knew what he couldn't let go of, so he said kindly: "The rules don't allow this."

Chen Xishuang let out an "ah" in disappointment, and then opened his eyes: "I'm not a tasker, I'm a ghost."

"Try it, please." Chen Xishuang begged pitifully.

Chen Yang was about to ask Chen Xishuang to tell him the address. After thinking about it, he opened Wang Kuanyou's backpack, found a pen, and took out the heavy notebook that contained several lives and hopes.

"You tell me, I'll write it down."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Chen Xishuang said the address in the countryside, and his university dormitory, and there was a bank card in the drawer, which contained the money he had saved from part-time jobs.

"Help me give this money to my grandparents. You can say whatever you want, as long as you don't mention me, don't mention it at all."

Chen Xishuang pouted: "If the rules don't delete all traces of me, you mention it, and if the elderly remember that they should have a grandson... that would be bad."

Chen Yang put away the notebook and pen: "Don't worry."

"I'm at ease!" Chen Xishuang nodded vigorously and murmured, "I'm at ease..."

He stood up: "I'm leaving."

"Sooner or later, you will definitely get rid of the terrible identity number and live a good life. I will pray for you."

Chen Xishuang disappeared.

Chen Yang zipped up his backpack, recalling the first time he and Chen Xishuang met at KFC, and the other party's generous help.

At the beginning of the task, he had the attitude of helping if he could.

As they started their investigation, the background of the mission became clear, but Chen Xishuang and Jiang Ren's many overlaps made him feel bad.

The result was still unavoidable.

Chen Yang looked at Xiao Xiang who stood up: "Where are you going?"

Xiao Xiang said, "Go to the bathroom."

"Several people died in the toilet, don't go there."

Xiao Xiang sat back.

She combed her disheveled hair a few times, and glanced at the only newcomer present.

If the loophole of worshiping the ancestors had not been discovered, this time period was when Jiang Da was drawing lots in the ancestral hall, and it is unclear how many people would die.

After worshiping the ancestors, the liquidation per capita will be very dangerous, and it is very likely that the entire army will be wiped out.

Now that level is gone.

Xiao Xiang approached the newcomer with a low voice: "I hope we can be teammates next time."

Qian Qin responded without politeness.

Xiao Xiang didn't care either, she sat quietly after she finished speaking.

Not long after, the surrounding atmosphere changed.

Because Wang Kuanyou was gone.

This was not what Chen Yang expected. It seems that if the mission fails, it will disappear.Even if not dead.

The rules clean up by themselves.

Chen Yang covered his head with both hands, scratching his scalp with his fingertips.

To stay alive, go down.

Little sister, you have to bless your brother.

At 08:30, the village chief came to count the number of people exactly as if his head was being held by a ghost.

Five people is still five people, one is not less.

So the result hasn't changed.

"The last liquidation, five people, the per capita amount was more than 300, and the total amount of 1500 was determined to be completed."

After the village head's high-pitched voice, which seemed to be decades younger, the scene in front of Chen Yang changed. He was in the kitchen with a pineapple cut in half on the cutting board.

Chao Jane stood beside him.

came back.

Chen Yang took off Wang Kuanyou's backpack and put it on the table, wiped his face haggard and tired: "I'm going to sleep, if you want to eat pineapple, you can make it yourself."

"What's the matter, wait until I sleep until I wake up naturally."

Chen Yang's mind didn't turn anymore, he only remembered one instruction, sleep.

Zhao Jian looked at the orange-yellow pineapple on the cutting board, and at the person walking out of the kitchen. He pressed his temple and followed the latter with crutches.

So when Chen Yang fell on the bed, there was one more person next to him.

They didn't care whether they were dirty or not, and they didn't take off their shoes, they just put their feet outside the bed.

Fell asleep in a lying position.

It was afternoon when Chen Yang lay on the bed, and it was the next morning when he woke up.

Restoring sleep is the first thing I do when I come back alive.

After waking up, Chen Yang felt that his body functions were operating as usual.

Chen Yang's two legs hung by the bed for half a day and one night, his muscles were sore, he hammered for a while and then lay back down.

"Chao Jian?"

There is no echo, and people don't know where they are.

Chen Yang fell asleep in a daze, when a drop of cold liquid dripped on his eyes, he immediately woke up.

The boy was standing by the bed, with one arm resting on the crutches and the other leaning against the crutches, holding a piece of pineapple in his hand and poking it with chopsticks.

It is dripping water.

"..." Chen Yang straightened his body like a carp, but because he had been lying down for too long, the blood supply to his brain was insufficient, so he fell back on the bed dizzy.

"You eat pineapple as long as you eat it, why are you running to me?" A few more drops of water fell on Chen Yang's face.

Chao Jian took a bite of the pineapple without saying a word.

A drop of water hit Chen Yang's dry lips, and he stretched out his tongue to lick it off.

a bit sweet.

Chen Yang was hungry, he sat up and rubbed his neck and face: "When did you wake up, why didn't I feel anything?"

"Breakfast is on the table."

As soon as Chen Yang stopped rubbing his face, he said in shock, "Have you ever gone out?"

Chao Jian acted like she was too lazy to talk to him.

Chen Yang sighed, just came back, it is normal for him to sleep to death, he felt that every time he did a task, his life would be shortened.

I don't know if anyone died suddenly in the mission world.

Chen Yang changed his clothes, washed up and sat at the table to eat breakfast, it was already half an hour later.

Breakfast is soy milk fritters.

It happened to be the one he liked to eat.

Chen Yang didn't use the chopsticks anymore, and started directly. He tore a fried dough stick and stuffed it into his mouth, saying in a vague voice, "Do you have any sequelae?"

The teenager on the balcony didn't respond.

"I have." Chen Yang swallowed the fritters, picked up the soy milk and took a big sip, "Although the time points are seamlessly connected, I still have a feeling of disconnection."

"It stands to reason that the more times you enter and exit the mission world, the more you can adapt. Why didn't I..."

Chen Yang went to the balcony with deep-fried dough sticks in one hand and soy milk in the other, and found that the young man's eyes focused on the flower pot, and the words he said disappeared, and they were replaced by something else.

"Finally let your seeds bask in the sun."

Chao Jane bent her back, pressed her elbows on her legs, and stared at the flower pot for a moment, as if she was looking at something through it.

The atmosphere around the young man became gentle and fiery. Chen Yang wondered strangely, the seeds and the ugly flowerpot were all his girlfriend's relics?

See things and think about others?

She should have thought of it earlier, otherwise how could she be so precious.Chen Yang knelt down and said euphemistically, "This is your girlfriend..."

Zhao Jian looked at him coldly: "Did the soy milk get into your head?"

Chen Yang: "..."

It's not a girlfriend, it's someone who cares, Chen Yang thought while biting a fried dough stick.

Chao Jane pushed the glass window to the bottom.

The sun shines on the balcony, and time slows down.

Chen Yang kicked a cushion over, sat on it, drank soy milk and ate deep-fried dough sticks in the sun.

Plain and real seeped into his pores little by little.

come alive.

"What kind of job do you think I should find?" Chen Yang said in a tone of chatting with friends, "I'm doing tasks from time to time, and I can't adjust my state."

"And if you say you die, you die."

Chao Jian knocked him with a cane: "Go away."

Chen Yang saw the shadow of the older generation from the young man, that is, the kind who are not allowed to say inauspicious words, who are unhappy when they say it, and want to pooh on the ground a few times.

More and more like.

At the age of 19, how can he have a more vicissitudes of mind than him.

He has experienced so much in his life, life and death, pain, loneliness, despair, struggle...

What about this one?What have you experienced?

Chen Yang looked at the boy's side face like a fine brushwork painting, and unconsciously stared into it.

Then he was hit again with a cane.

"I just said that, I must find a way to come back alive."

Chen Yang came back to his senses, raised his head and took a sip of soy milk, then said again: "But the world is impermanent, life and death are impermanent."

Chao Jane's face was gloomy: "Why haven't you left yet?"

Chen Yang twitched, this topic is not good, the lines are full of negative energy.

"Let's not talk about this, let's go back to my work."

"In addition to adjusting my mental state, I am also worried." Chen Yang said, "If I enter the mission world during work and you are not with me, then we will not enter the same mission."

He was suddenly shocked, not to mention going to work, even going out.

Who knows when to enter the mission world.

Chen Yang was afraid for a while, so he had to be on the safe side, he and his partner didn't have to be inseparable, but they couldn't be far away.

What about work?

Can't live a normal life just because of the mission?

Chen Yang thought of those who work at home. If it were him, what could he do at home?Eat, drink, and sleep.

Still have to go out.

Chen Yang was about to ask the young man to help him open his mind, when the cell phone on the coffee table rang.

When he dozed off on one side, Zhang Qi brought a pillow on the other side.

It's just this pillow...

"Go to the rehabilitation center to be a security guard?" Chen Yang put the empty cup on the coffee table.

"Yeah, security guards don't have as many requirements as nurses, and the technical content is not high, so you can come when you come, it's suitable for you."

Chen Yang: "..."

The job of security does not match his profession.

Chen Yang thought again, these days, few jobs and majors match each other.

"Brother, think about it, don't worry, the one who is resigning will leave at the end of next month, I told the captain, we won't recruit people until then."

Zhang Qi laughed: "We'll wait until you reply."

Chen Yang hung up the phone, was stunned for a while, got up and ran to the balcony.

"What do you think of the security guard in the rehabilitation center?"

Chao Jian's ten fingers were crossed on her abdomen, her eyelids were slightly closed, and she couldn't see clearly what was in her eyes.

Chen Yang went on to say: "It's not that I have to go. The one who resigned will leave at the end of next month. I have a month to think about it..."

"early."

Chen Yang didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Chao Jian's eyelids were completely closed: "Go again next year."

Chen Yang: "..."

next year?Is that post specially reserved for him, and if he doesn't go, it will always be there?

Chao Jian tapped the tiger's mouth of his left hand with the index finger of his right hand, and rubbed it a few more times: "Next year, my legs will recover, and I will go with you."

Chen Yang was startled, and looked at his left leg.

The amount of information is a bit large.

Chen Yang focused his attention on the one in the front. Tomorrow is April [-]st. The first half of the year is not over yet. Can he live until next year?

Besides, judging from the frequency of entering the mission world, if he is still alive next year, why should he get rid of his identity number?

The task cannot be endless.

Chen Yang squatted down and said, "I thought about it, the most important thing is your legs."

"Your leg is healed, and everything else can be solved."

"Since you said next year, let's say next year. The security work in the rehabilitation center must be out of the question. We'll find another one then."

Chen Yang was thinking about going back to Brother Qi later, and said, "Then what about your studies? After you leave school, you have to watch the courses. You will stay with me for the next half a year, is it okay?"

"If you can graduate, don't worry about me." Chao Jian kicked him with a healthy leg, "You are blocking the sun."

Chen Yang moved away and looked at the soil in the flower pot. The long hairs were gone, which must have been brushed off by the young man. After imagining the scene, his expression was a bit indescribable.

"You sit here, I'll go and see Wang Kuanyou's notebook."

Chen Yang stood up. Before he left, he wanted to pat the boy on the shoulder, but he didn't expect his hand to be thoughtful, and he patted the boy directly on the head.

Give Jane a meal.

"Sit down and call me if you need anything." Chen Yang withdrew with oil on his feet.

Zhao Jian's head was lowered, her short chestnut hair was fluffy, and the tips of her hair were dyed with golden edges when the sun shone.

After a while, he scratched the top of his hair and straightened it out.

Chen Yang took out Wang Kuanyou's notebook in the kitchen.

Pretty ordinary.

A very common style in bookstores.

Who would have thought that there are six notes in it, each of which has at least one mission world.

Every word smacks of blood.

Chen Yang calmed down his heavy and depressed mood, leaned against the edge of the table and opened the notebook.

The owner of the first note was an old man who died in the third mission.

The first two are documented and are concise.

Rivers, ducks, corpses, willows, hair, drums and flowers...

These are all generalizations.

You have to use your imagination to understand it.

Every time the old man finished recording information about a mission world, he would sign his name at the bottom of that page.

——Old man Li.

That's what he wrote.

It seems to be an old man who is a bit naughty and optimistic.

Chen Yang looked at it from the beginning. Although old man Li was the first to write it, the notebook is not necessarily his, it may be someone else's.

After gathering his mind, Chen Yang turned backwards.

The second note is a porter, his recording method is two extremes with that of old man Li, as detailed as a diary written in school.

What to eat, what to drink, what to see, what to feel in your heart and so on.

Mission rules are disrupted by trivial daily routines.

Chen Yang sorted it out while watching. The porter recorded five tasks, including the train station.

Yet another set of rules.

The porter also signed at the bottom like old man Li.

--porter.

The three regular characters are just like his handwriting.

Chen Yang flipped through the pages, line by line, all the way to Wang Kuanyou's notes.

There is only his first mission in it.

There is no old market village.

Chen Yang took out Wang Kuanyou's gel pen and filled it up.

Written in the seventh person.

After finishing writing, Chen Yang followed the crowd and left his signature.

——CY.

After Chen Yang finished the last stroke of the last letter, his mind was blank for a moment.

It seems that I have written this before...

That feeling passed in a flash without leaving a trace.

Chen Yang took out other items from Wang Kuanyou's backpack.

This is all that proves that Wang Kuanyou has been in this world.

Chen Yang spent some time sorting out Wang Kuanyou's belongings. Except for the notebook, everything else was put into his sister's room.

The matter of Wang Kuanyou is over, and the rest is Chen Xishuang's entrustment.

Chen Yang turned the notebook to the last page, on which was the personal information that Chen Xishuang told him.

He didn't really have much hope.

Because Zhao Yuan's phone number made him remember deeply.

He clearly remembered every number, but there was no such person when he called.

And when Chen Yang finished reading the information in the notebook, his breathing quickened. The information was exactly the same as what he had recorded in his mind, and there was no slight error.

The rules didn't interfere?

Perhaps it was caused by Chen Xishuang's life form?

Chen Yang quickly searched the Internet for the address of Chen Xishuang's hometown, and he was relieved to find that it really existed.

A matter of trust and loyalty.

Now that you have promised, you must do it.

Chen Yang searched and found that it takes two to three hours to get there from Sanlian Bridge, and you can take a bus there.

In the morning, Chen Yang told Chao Jian about the matter and asked him when he thought it would be better to go.

After asking, he said to himself: "It's best to go today."

This is the obsession of ghosts, and it will be uncomfortable to drag.

Chao Jian sat on the sofa and read a book: "You have already made up your mind, why are you asking me?"

"...We are going together," Chen Yang coughed, "I can do whatever I want here, but I don't know your situation."

Without raising her eyelids, Chao Jian said, "Afternoon."

Chen Yang was very satisfied with this time, he nodded and said, "What time is this afternoon?"

"We're going to take the bus. I'll book the tickets online first. I shouldn't be able to book tickets on holidays. The bus goes up and down in the town. Then we have to ask someone. Chen Xishuang's hometown is in the countryside..."

Listening to his nagging, Chao Jian closed the book at once.

Chen Yang fell silent.

"Don't book the ticket." Chao Jian took the mobile phone from Chen Yang's hand and threw it on the sofa, "Go to the room and get my mobile phone."

Chen Yang went to get his mobile phone in a daze.

Chao Jian made a phone call in front of Chen Yang.

Concise and to the point.

Give me a car that can run long distances and mountain roads, and send it to Sanlianqiao at two o'clock.

just this.

Chen Yang is a measured person in a world without ghosts. He didn't ask Chao Jian who to ask for the car, but worried: "Will it be unsafe if you drive..."

He looked at Jane.

Chen Yangfu asked in his heart: "I drive?"

He raised his forehead: "No, I have a driver's license, but I haven't run once."

Chao Jian continued to read: "Leave at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"..." Chen Yang collapsed on the sofa, "I can't even trust myself, I really don't know why you are so calm."

"I may shake the steering wheel when I touch it, so you have to be mentally prepared."

Flick the book in his hand towards Jane.

That means, I'm reading, don't bother me.

"Okay, let's read your book. I'm going to pack up my things. I don't know when I'll be back at night." Chen Yangjin dragged the cotton into the room.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Yang went downstairs with Chao Jian.

The car is parked downstairs.

A man in a suit handed over the car keys and left without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

Chen Yang looked at the black SUV in front of him, a modified version, like a black warrior, he put his backpack into the back seat, and struggled to ask the boy.

"Let's find a substitute driver."

Chao Jian opened the door of the passenger seat, threw the crutch inside, and stood on one foot by the door: "Come and help me."

Chen Yang walked over there to help him, still chattering: "Why don't you call that person back and ask him to drive us there."

Chao Jian sat in the passenger seat, and the door slammed shut.

"..."

Did you not take your medicine?

Chen Yang was not sure, he wiped off his sweat, and it was better not to irritate the person inside.

Since the other party dares to sit, then he will... try.

Chen Yang thought that he would be nervous and didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and would shake the steering wheel when he touched it. In fact, this kind of situation did not happen. The moment he sat in the driver's seat, his tense body unexpectedly relaxed.

After studying for a driver's license for several years, the muscle response is still there.

Don't panic.

Chen Yang touched the steering wheel, it seemed that something was missing, his mouth was a little empty, he should have a cigarette.

Chao Jian in the passenger seat turned her head.

"Sit in and find that it's different from what I thought." Chen Yang smiled at him while holding the steering wheel, "Don't be afraid, I will drive steadily."

Chao Jian looked at Chen Yang, but did not respond.

"Seat belt." Chen Yang subconsciously leaned over and hooked it to the boy's seat belt buckle.

"Okay, let's go."