subway tricks

That's right, the eyeball bulb on the top of the head.

Meng Xin stood on the seat, holding the armrest with one hand, and pressing the sticky light bulb with the other. The door opened, and more than 30 people rushed out. They were still at the gate of the school, but the Shinkansen was passing by It's just the dead body of Higashi Shinichiro who just jumped off the building.

A few girls couldn't help but vomited all over the floor again, thinking about touching and tapping the corpse with their hands.

The boy who greeted them was the boy who drew. He was holding a stack of thick drawings and was throwing them into the air, like throwing paper money at a funeral. "Please choose a drawing and take it to the subway, there will be a little surprise oh!"

There was a huge smile on his face, as if the hours of death were hallucinations.

Meng Xin lowered his head to look at the sketches, which were of the students in their class. Meng Xin recalled the conversation between the two during the class, rummaged through the drawing paper on the floor, and finally took away the picture of the person who was sleeping in class. portrait.

Subconsciously, he felt that this kind of portrait would be useful, and the people around him also picked up the scattered drawings and went to look for the subway.

At this time, Meng Xin saw the policeman who was very familiar to him. Although he had never seen his face before, he felt like an old friend he had known for a long time. At this time, he beckoned to signal Meng Xin to go over.

Meng Xin walked over, and saw the policeman whispering in his ear, "Go to room 404, the subway station will appear there."

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Meng Xin was startled, for some reason the policeman would take the initiative to tell him the information, but his intuition told him that the man did not lie to him, so he ran towards the classroom holding the sketch.

Yang Xuewei, who saw his movements, did not hesitate this time, and followed him up the stairs.

Standing at the stairs on the fourth floor was the boy eating instant noodles, with a shiny gold coin in his palm, "Why are you back again?"

"Is there an access to the subway entrance in the classroom?" Meng Xin asked directly without answering him.

"Of course there are, but if you want to pass by me, you have to play a small game with me. It doesn't take much time, but I can only enter the classroom if you win." The instant noodle man said.

"Okay, tell me, what game is it?" Meng Xin estimated that there would be about ten minutes before he calmed down and agreed.

"It's very simple, just guess the coin. If you win, you go over, if you lose, you disappear. The gold coin has numbers on the front and flowers on the back." The instant noodle man's tone was flat, as if he was saying that the weather is really good today.

"Okay." Meng Xin nodded, "You start."

"If you guess wrong, you will die." Yang Xuewei looked at him worriedly from behind. As for whether she was really worried about him, or whether he was dead and no one would take her to the next stop, no one knew except herself.

"Look at it." The instant noodle man tossed the gold coin into the air, then quickly grabbed it, and laid it flat with his other hand covering it.

"Numbers or flowers?" the instant noodle man asked.

"Wait, isn't that Dong Shinichiro the murderer?" Meng Xin asked suddenly.

"That's right, he's not, you guess it quickly." The instant noodle man frowned and blurted out.

"You don't have any gold coins in your hand. How can I guess?" Meng Xin looked at him with a smile on his lips.

"You—" The instant noodle man was startled, and looked up at him, "How do you know?"

"I've done this kind of trick ten years ago." Meng Xin opened his hand, and there was nothing in it.

Yang Xuewei said in surprise from behind: "How do you know? It's amazing."

"It's in the breast pocket of his school uniform shirt." Meng Xin reached out and found the gold coin just now in his palm.

"You're smart, you go in." The instant noodle man waved his hand, disappointed.

Meng Xin walked over him to the classroom, but Yang Xuewei was not stopped by the instant noodle man because she kept on his sleeve.

The two entered classroom 404 together.

In the classroom, only the sleeping man was sitting. He was not sleeping at the moment, but his eyes were still tightly closed, and his actions looked more like sleepwalking.

While groping, he grinned and murmured something, as if he was playing with a close friend, and then he suddenly became angry for some reason, and took out a bayonet about half a meter from the desk drawer and slashed forward.

Seeing this, Meng Xin completely understood that the answers of the three students were all true, and none of them was lying.

"Find the passage with me." Meng Xin turned her head and said to Yang Xuewei who was hiding under the desk.

"Oh." Yang Xuewei looked at the sleeping man who was hacking in the classroom with a knife, and she was also horrified, so she hurried to the corner of the classroom and began to tap and feel.

Unfortunately, there is nothing.

"Could it be that student lied to you?" With only a few minutes left, Yang Xuewei complained anxiously.

"Probably not." Since the classroom can't be found, the key point should be this boy.

But how to get clues?

wake him up?I heard that a person with sleepwalking who forcibly wakes him up will turn into dementia, but if he doesn't wake him up, it is impossible for him to get any effective information from a sleepwalker.

Meng Xin clenched his fists subconsciously, and the touch in his hand told him that this sketch was useful.

Meng Xin spread out the drawing in his hand, grabbed the drawing with both hands and walked towards the back of the sleepwalking boy, covering the boy's head with the drawing.

The boy yelled "ah", and the sharp knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

He woke up.

"Why did you hack the classroom with a knife?" Meng Xin was speechless when the boy opened his eyes and said the first sentence.

"Obviously you chopped it." Meng Xin replied casually, but saw the boy's eyes glazed over, "Yes, I chopped it, Koizumi Kayuri, Tsuishi Junjiro, and Inoue Tsukiyaki were all chopped up by me. All of them I, it's me, I..."

He squatted down with his head in his arms, lowered his eyes, "The passage is behind the blackboard, and it will be opened by drawing a knife along the blackboard slot."

"..." Meng Xin didn't know what to say. He glanced out the window. The policeman had brought a lot of people up just now. He picked up a sharp knife and slashed at the slot of the blackboard. The blackboard fell backwards. It became a connecting board similar to a "gangway", and the dim light inside illuminated the familiar dark subway.

"Let's go." Meng Xin beckoned to Yang Xuewei, and was the first to turn in, walked through the passage, and got on the subway. There were still dim lights and the terrifying female radio voice, but Meng Xin I felt very relieved and finally sat on the subway.

Sure enough, she couldn't stand up, so Yang Xuewei tried to stand up from her seat again, only to find that her butt was stuck again, "This time it's a real subway."

"En." Meng Xin nodded.

"How do you know that the entrance is in the classroom?" Yang Xuewei was puzzled, "And what did you mean when you asked the boy who tossed the coin? Isn't the boy who jumped off the murderer? The one who sleepwalked in the classroom?"

"Yes," Meng Xin didn't say anything about the policeman, but explained: "The one who jumped to his death was just a fool who wanted to become famous in one fell swoop. The real murderer is this boy who sleepwalks, and the boy who tossed the coin should be Take money from the murderer's family and help him cover."

"So that's how it is." Yang Xuewei lowered her head and didn't ask any more questions. She packed her small bag and looked outside the subway again.

The policeman at the passageway was organizing people to run to the subway, Meng Xin looked back, the policeman gave him a very familiar smile, Meng Xin suddenly knew who he was.

"Dididi~" is the sound of the train about to start.

The remaining [-] or so people rushed in panting, found their seats and sat down, still with a boxed lunch and the familiar radio sound.

After Meng Xin ate his lunch box, he fell into a drowsy sleep, during which time he had a dream.

The author has something to say: A real man never looks back at the explosion.

I saw a news today, saying that in Sichuan, there were 4 left-behind teenagers and 3 teenagers who had a fight over an Internet cafe robbing a computer. Already passed away.