ID number 019

Chen Yang blinked his eyes in astonishment. The former Wen Qing looked younger, his personality hadn't changed, his way of doing things was still the same, and even his dressing style hadn't changed.

But Ms. Qiao has changed a lot. Her cheongsam, big wavy long curly hair, and flaming red lips are all gone. Instead, she has a high ponytail, no makeup, a black slim top and jeans, hot and capable.

There is no smell of perfume on the body, only a faint smell of sweat.

In Chen Yang's impression, Ms. Qiao's exposed skin was snow-white, dazzlingly white. I really didn't expect her to be tanned by the sun in the past, and I don't know how it got back to white.

"Sister Qiao." Chen Yang exhaled and shouted.

Miss Qiao supported the back of the chair with one arm, and there was a lazy arc at the end of her eyes: "Huh?"

Chen Yangxin said that his personality seemed to be getting weaker. He was about to check his ID number when he glanced casually at the aisle next to him from the corner of his eye, and the action of unzipping the backpack suddenly stopped.

Sitting on the other side of the aisle was a man, very thin and refined, with a clean and pure bookish air on his body, like a teacher.

Chen Yang heard his own voice: "Wang Kuanyou?"

Wang Kuanyou stroked the briefcase on his lap, and turned his head when he heard the words: "Ah."

Chen Yang's breath, Wang Kuanyou was actually one of his past teammates!

Wang Kuanyou saw that Chen Yang was just looking at him without speaking, the nervousness in his eyes was about to overflow: "Mr. Li, did you find anything?"

"No." Chen Yang found that Wang Kuanyou's condition was not as good as that in Laoji Village.

and……

Chen Yang's eyelids twitched, Old Ji Village was Wang Kuanyou's second mission.But he learned from the memory of the first half of this mission that Wang Kuanyou introduced himself as the fourth mission at the beginning of this mission.

That is to say, Wang Kuanyou in Laoji Village at that time was reset a second time.

Chen Yang took a deep breath, the former Wang Kuanyou might not stop here.

I have already seen off Wang Kuanyou once in Laoji Village, it is impossible to see him off once before, he thought.

While doing mental training for himself, Chen Yang turned his eyes back to scan the bus compartment. After scanning, he felt a feeling of motion sickness.

The bus is made of paper, not white paper, but newspapers, all of which are seamlessly connected together piece by piece. Trypophobia stays inside and can die of pain.

The seats in the car were not full, but quite empty.

Drivers and passengers are paper dolls!

Chen Yang swallowed his saliva, this is one of the stops in his revolving door, it has already happened, he came in just to review, people and things are a foregone conclusion.

But the feeling of suffocation is still clear and strong.

Chen Yang put his hand into his backpack, and his hand tightened while holding the white card. 23 teammates had to sit for 23 stops.

A ghost will come up at every stop, and the rules will randomly designate a tasker to help the other party find out the murderer, and tell the driver the name of the murderer.

The ghost will get off at the next stop.

If the answer is wrong, the tasker will turn into a paper man, sit on the position of the ghost, and be possessed by the ghost.

And the source of information to find the murderer is this newspaper-pasted bus, and the information is all in the newspaper.

The interval between each station is the same, 5 minutes.During the tasker's search for clues, other teammates can help, but can't be forced, they have to be voluntary.

This task is a bit like delivering a courier, it is both a single task and a group task.

The paper figurines in the car are all teammates. They failed in their mission and died, becoming paper figurines.There is a ghost on each paper figurine.

Now there are six people alive, four of them, including Chen Yang, have completed the task, leaving Wang Kuanyou and Miss Qiao.

Chen Yang was not surprised at all, those two people in the team were his acquaintances, this was reserved for him by the rules, to be precise, it was his own decision.

Because Chao Jian said that he has done too many tasks in the past, too many to count, so it is impossible for him to review each of them. Those who can review will only have heavy traces left on his path. More people and things.

important milestones in life.

When the node is reviewed and lit, the colorful light of the memory will be lit up as a whole.

Chen Yang looked at Ms. Qiao and Wang Kuanyou calmly. He originally thought that his revolving lantern illusion was simpler and sadder than the dynasty, but now he realized that he was wrong and turned it upside down.

Chao Jian entered the last hurdle crazily. He is the only one in life, and the revolving lantern is naturally full of him, but what he brings to Chao Jian is not only happiness, but also pain, so every stop of Chao Jian's revolving lantern will be cut into two parts. Half, half sunny, half cloudy.

Chao Jian passed through one stop after another, and the one who came out last was the sick and dilapidated Chao Jian.

Chen Yang thought, there are all kinds of people in his revolving lantern.

The rules hope that what he feels will be slightly different from Chao Jian. After Zhao Jian has experienced falling from heaven to hell over and over again, he can still hold on to the flame of hope in his hand. He should be... not forgetting his original intention ?

Chen Yang murmured silently: "Don't forget your original intention."

What is my original intention?

Xiang Zimu's voice emerged in Chen Yang's mind, she said: Brother Yang, you are doing the mission to make friends.

make friends.

My original intention was to make friends.

Chen Yang went to look at the two acquaintances and friends next to him again...

There was a sobbing sound from behind, and Chen Yang's thoughts were disturbed. He turned his head, and it was a young white-collar worker who was crying. She was curled up on the ground beside the chair, crying towards the paper figurine diagonally opposite.

That was her fiancé who walked together from high school. The last 5 minutes was up. When the bus arrived at the stop, he failed to find out the murderer and died.

There is also a bright red scarf around the neck of the paper figurine.

Chen Yang glanced at the situation inside the car, and there were objects on the arms and legs of the other paper figurines, which belonged to the ghosts who possessed them before they were alive.

Chen Yang put the white identity card into the backpack, his fingers froze suddenly, and the next moment he opened the backpack in disbelief and poked his head in. What he saw was a very thick black notebook.

Chen Yang slowly touched the notebook and grabbed it hard. He obviously handed it over to Xiang Dong before leaving?Why is it in his bag now?

There was no such thing in the revolving lantern at the last stop...

Chen Yang fished out the notebook with trembling hands, quickly opened it, and his breath became messy.

The notebook is brand new, blank, with nothing written on it!

This is a new notebook, Chen Yang remembered the part about it, he bought it at a roadside stall, the owner of the stall was vague, he didn't remember it.

Chen Yang only knew that he came in here after buying the notebook, and didn't have the time to take it out.

"This book is quite thick, and it can memorize a lot of things." Miss Qiao next to her had a whim on her face, "Xiao Yangyang, I have an idea."

Chen Yang vaguely guessed something, his eyes widened slightly, and the fingertips holding the notebook were a little numb.

Before he could speak, Ms. Qiao handed over a pen, and raised her soft and graceful chin to him: "Let's do something ceremonial."

"What?" Chen Yang's voice was hoarse.

"How about each of us writing down our experience and contact information in our notes?" Miss Qiao curled her pale pink lips.

"No, I tried it. If you leave your contact information in the mission world, it will be tampered with by the rules when you go out. It won't be the same as before." The man with glasses in front reminded him.

Ms. Qiao's brows are naturally sharp and heroic. Without repair, they look natural. When she wrinkled lightly, she gave people the feeling of a sharp sword coming out of its sheath: "Maybe there will be a miracle."

The aura of the man with glasses suddenly weakened, and he coughed: "Impossible."

"One time won't work, so let's do it a few more times, in case we catch a rule violation or a bug." Miss Qiao leaned close to Chen Yang's ear and whispered to him, "Really, Xiao Yangyang. "

Chen Yang smiled: "Well, yes."

The other people in the back row all looked over, even the sobbing female white-collar worker turned her head.

Ms. Qiao looked at the constantly receding street scene outside the window and said, "It's too stuffy in the car, we need to do something to divert our attention."

"Okay." Chen Yang involuntarily opened the notebook and wrote on the first page. When he came to his senses, he had already written a full page.

There are seven tasks on it, which are not detailed.The mission points were all past by him, and he remembered them the moment he finished writing.

Chen Yang's gaze went downstream, and stopped at the end of the page, looking at the signature he had written unconsciously.

——CY.

Chen Yang thought that his state of mind would be turned upside down, but in fact he was very calm, the notebook belonged to him, no wonder...

No wonder he came back from the task in Laoji Village, and when he was standing in the kitchen writing notes, he felt like he had written like that before.

That's a memory residue, or a sensory response.

Chen Yang gave the notebook and pen to Miss Qiao, and watched them stay in her hand for a while, then passed them to the man in front, and then passed them down one by one.

This book can be lost, there is only one reason, he is dead.

After his death, the rules erased all traces of the notebook after its first use, and by chance, it was obtained by other taskers, and new content was added, and it was passed to him by Wang Kuanyou after the reset.

General reincarnation.

After a while, Chen Yang stroked the black notebook with six more records, and closed his eyes with complicated and unspeakable emotions.

Now it is in Xiangdong, if it can finally return to his hands and be returned to him by Xiangdong, then it will be really... great.

"Xiao Yangyang, when you go out, remember to call your sister." Miss Qiao smiled.

"I will." Chen Yang responded.

"If you can get through, you can come to my sister. My sister treats you to coffee, eats delicious food, and gives you a little jade. My sister has a lot of those things."

Chen Yang heard a crackling sound, and he opened his eyes abruptly. Miss Qiao was holding a medicine bottle in her hand, and she was about to take medicine.He was very familiar with that medicine bottle, he had seen it in Sanlianqiao's review mission.

Has she already been eroded by sex addiction at this time?She doesn't feel like him.

Chen Yang looked at her medicine bottle: "Sister Qiao, you are..."

"The family is rich. They were kidnapped in high school and fell ill when they came back." Ms. Qiao swallowed a few pills with her head up, and said in a joking tone.

"It's troublesome to take medicine." She closed the medicine bottle and said softly as if complaining.

Chen Yang fell silent, he prevented himself from imagining what the scene was like, and changed the subject abruptly: "You..." He wanted to ask her if she knew Chao Jian, but it was as if an invisible hand grabbed her his neck, to keep him from speaking.

Chen Yang came out of the hypoxic state, touched his dry neck and exhaled, the rules were staring at him, and he couldn't break the rules.

The bus suddenly started to slow down, and the penultimate stop was just ahead.

Wang Kuanyou took two or three deep breaths, and stretched his head out of the dark window. Miss Qiao put her arms around her body, looking very calm.

"A passenger is coming!" shouted the driver in front. "Everyone go back! Go back! Don't squeeze in front!"

The aisle in the car was empty, and the driver's words sounded creepy.

The newspaper-studded car door was not opened, so naturally no one would come up, but a black leather bag appeared on an empty seat in front!

Chen Yang's pupils shrank slightly, that was the passenger coming up!He looked at Wang Kuanyou and Miss Qiao.

A blood-red spot appeared on Wang Kuanyou's face.

This time it's his turn!

As long as the murderer is found within one stop and the task is completed, the blood spots will disappear.

The bus started again, accompanied by the driver's voice: "The next stop is Yumen Station."

The mission begins.

Wang Kuanyou dropped his briefcase and staggered out of his seat, his face pale and his eyes loose.

Chen Yang's eyes fell on Wang Kuanyou's nervously pinched hands. Does he have PTSD?Brought out in the previous mission?He used to be like this, it can't be ruled out that it has something to do with his real life experience that has not been replaced by rules.

This is not the most important thing right now, what is important right now is how to complete the task and go out.Chen Yang stood up, and just as he was about to ask Miss Qiao to let him go out, she also got up and read the newspaper in the car.

Except for the female white-collar worker whose fiancé died, the other taskers all searched for clues.

After a while, the female white-collar worker adjusted her sadness and joined in. When it was her turn, Wang Kuanyou helped her.This time it was time for him to need help, and she had to help.

As long as they can protect themselves, most quest players are willing to help their teammates when they are in trouble.

Chen Yang was looking at the black leather bag on the seat. The bag had been used for a long time, and the corners were severely worn. The leather in other places was also cracked a lot, and the zipper was also broken.

There is something like a water mark in the lower left corner of the bag.

Chen Yang took a closer look, but couldn't see Mingtang. He scraped a little with his fingers and rubbed it repeatedly. It was very sticky, and he could smell a little lychee fragrance.

"Mr. Li, what is that?" Wang Kuanyou asked.

"The sugar solution of the lollipop." Chen Yang said, "There are children at home."

Wang Kuanyou's gloomy eyes lit up, but he became negative again: "Couldn't it be that she likes to eat it? Lollipops are not exclusive snacks for children."

"Not only that clue, but also this one." Chen Yang pointed to the bag with his mouth open. Taskers can't rummage through the ghost's belongings, but the zipper of this bag is open, and the bag is placed upright, so you can see A little something in it.

Wang Kuanyou looked into the bag at the prompt of his teammates, and he saw a headband with little pink stars, children's style.

The female ghost has a child.

This is the information obtained within half a minute. Wang Kuanyou followed Chen Yang step by step, as if he had already regarded him as a life-saving straw.

"Mr. Li, Qiao Yan and the others are the key clues that you have found to complete the task. You must help me this time." Wang Kuanyou clasped his hands and begged.

Chen Yang paused. What he is doing now is what he did before, and he subconsciously retold it. At that time, Wang Kuanyou also followed him like this...

It is even more impossible for Wang Kuanyou to stop here.

Chen Yang had great confidence in his former self. He didn't believe that with his help, Wang Kuanyou would fail and stop here.

The bus drove very smoothly, as if it was standing still, but the scenery was indeed receding.

Chen Yang walked towards the front door. His eyes were densely packed with newspapers. His eyes hurt a little. This was because he used his eyes too much. The words on the newspapers were too small.

Seats, floors, pull-tab armrests...everything is made of newspaper, even the driver's steering wheel.

They wanted to find clues from the newspapers, and it was conceivable how hard it was.

Chen Yang stood in the front row and looked back. Every paper figurine was sitting upright on the chair, with different expressions. His eyebrows frowned. Generally speaking, paper figurines don't have eyes.

But they all have eyes, and they are paper figures, but they are not paper figures.

Chen Yang regained his composure, he didn't look around like a headless chicken, but recalled the memories in his head on the spot.

Seventeen teammates have already completed the task. When each teammate is doing it, he will carefully check the newspaper in the car. The seventeen times have accumulated, not to mention reading all of them. At least half of them have passed before his eyes. Pass.

Now let's find out if there is any information about Wang Kuanyou's mission in the more than half of the news reports.

Wang Kuanyou was also thinking about the newspapers he had read, he was very anxious, his eyes were bloodshot: "Mr. Li, have you..."

"Don't make noise." Chen Yang interrupted.

Wang Kuanyou tugged at the collar of his shirt, forcing himself to calm down, calm down...

Tens of seconds later, Chen Yang strode to a seat, and he squatted down to get close to the paper figurine on the seat.

It seemed to be smiling at him, very weird.

Chen Yang didn't look at the paper figurine with lowered eyes, he leaned forward and leaned closer to the armrest inside the seat.

Newspapers are not blurred one by one, but in pieces, a report, this part of the content is here, and the rest of the content is pasted in every corner.

The taboo is not to take pictures with your mobile phone.

The rules of this task are simple and rough, which is very beneficial to the taskers who have a photographic memory.But there are basically ordinary people in this world, so I really want to die when I do it.

In the quest world, luck and character matter.

Just like that female white-collar worker, the important clues she wanted to investigate were right under her buttocks. When she got up, she habitually looked at the chair, and accidentally spotted it, and the task was quickly completed.

And some people still get nothing when the time is up, and they haven't found any information.

Wang Kuanyou was lucky.

"A woman's body was found in Laomin Mountain," Chen Yang read while looking at the newspaper on the armrest. "There was only a dilapidated popular style black leather bag at the scene. After investigation by the police, the deceased had multiple bruises on his face. It was preliminarily determined to be a homicide."

Chen Yang narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to read the handwriting. He really wanted to throw away the paper figurine and threw himself on the seat.

"The purse in the photo is the same as that one!" Wang Kuanyou pointed to the purse of the female ghost who stood up just now, with an extremely excited expression.

"Old Min Shan, the female corpse?" Ms. Qiao's voice came from behind, "I found something."

She looked at the newspaper on the roof, "The identity of the deceased was Wang Mouling, in her early twenties, a full-time housewife with a three-year-old child alone. Her husband Liu Moumou, 33 years old, was a taxi driver."

"Old couples and young wives have more conflicts than the grains of rice they eat every day. The murderer must be her husband." The female white-collar worker said, "One of the couples has an accident these days, and the first suspect is another person. Wife killing is not a very serious case." Are there many? Taxi drivers are tiring, under a lot of pressure, and their income is mediocre. A man in his 30s is in menopause. He goes home to see his three-year-old child who is making trouble, and a wife who is also tired and wants to talk to him. I don’t know. How violent."

The man with glasses and a man with yellow hair wanted to refute out of masculine instinct, but Chen Yang stopped them.

"Stop discussing it, and find other clues!" Chen Yang urged with a sullen face. The murderer's name would not be written on the newspaper, so he had to push it.

5 minutes, half of the time is looking for newspapers, and half of the time is sorting out clues for reasoning.

After a while, 2 minutes was up, and everyone gathered together to share the relevant information they saw.

Neighbors revealed that the deceased Wang Mouling's temper changed from good to bad, and her husband was often kicked out by her.

The younger brother of the deceased said that she loved the child very much and was very afraid that the child would have a bad life in the future.

The uncle of the husband of the deceased said in an interview that he once witnessed the deceased pointing at his nose and yelling at him and asking him to kneel down.

The police verified that the husband of the deceased, Liu Moumou, had bought insurance for her.

On the day the deceased disappeared, the child was sent to grandma by her husband Liu XX.Liu Moumou claimed that his wife asked him to do that, and she said she wanted to take a vacation for herself.

A colleague of Liu Moumou revealed that when Liu Moumou came home from get off work early that day, he asked his colleagues where the cake was delicious and said he would buy it for the deceased.

Liu Moumou said that the relationship between their husband and wife is very good.

"This is very similar to a case I saw last year." The female white-collar worker sarcastically said, "The murderer is the husband of the deceased in that case. Killing his wife is a way to make money."

"You are prejudiced against men." The man with glasses frowned.

"I have a boyfriend myself, and I'm getting married soon, so how can I be prejudiced against men?" The female white-collar worker was displeased at being misunderstood. To myself, sighed, "Okay, I won't talk about it."

The female white-collar worker caught a glimpse of her fiancé's paper figurine, and couldn't help sobbing again.

The man with glasses pushed his glasses: "I don't think the murderer is my husband. Intuition, my intuition has always been accurate."

"But if it's someone else, it's too unreasonable why we haven't found any information." Huang Mao rubbed his sore eyes.

"Why is it unreasonable? It's not that I haven't encountered this kind of situation before, it's just my back, what can I do." The man with glasses looked at Wang Kuanyou who was bowing his head.

Chen Yang grasped the pull ring made of paper, and it felt like real ones. After thinking for a while, he suddenly said, "Have you ever thought about a possibility?"

After a pause, Chen Yang said, "Didn't he kill him?"

Not only the man with glasses and the yellow hair, but even Miss Qiao looked over.

Wang Kuanyou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly yelled, "It was murder! The murderer was her husband!"

Chen Yang looked at Wang Kuanyou, who was so emotionally out of control, and had a bad premonition that something similar happened to him, right?

Chen Yang was still guessing one second, and Wang Kuanyou said the next second: "My sister, my sister was killed like this..." He covered his face with both hands, "That bastard is also an honest person, others say he has a good temper , I think my sister is fierce, he still goes to and from work as usual after killing someone, pretending that my sister died in an accident, he cheated insurance, and wanted to get compensation..."

Wang Kuanyou spoke incoherently, his face gradually distorted.

Chen Yang's bad premonition grew instantly. He said to Wang Kuanyou in a deep voice, "Your sister's tragedy has nothing to do with this mission. Don't think of going together. Preconceived ideas are a big taboo."

Wang Kuanyou couldn't listen to Chen Yang's words anymore, his hatred and anger made the blood spots on his face even more creepy.

"Actually, I think the clues are obvious. The neighbors and my brother-in-law's confessions are that the deceased and her husband had a bad relationship, but the husband of the deceased said that their relationship was very good. This is a lie, and there is no skill at all." After the man with glasses finished speaking, he continued. Smacking his mouth, "But will the rules give us such a simple question? The murderer is already floating on the surface."

"We are not the rules, who knows what it thinks." Huang Mao sat on an empty seat, raised his head and asked Chen Yang, "Mr. Li, why did you say it wasn't murder?"

"About the lie you just said," Chen Yang looked at the man with glasses. "The bystander and the person involved have different perspectives and feelings. The things between husband and wife are not so easy to distinguish between love and dislike. Maybe for Liu XX, he I think it’s nothing for my wife to treat him like that.”

"It's nothing to ask him to kneel down?!" Huang Mao completely disagreed with Chen Yang's reasoning.

Chen Yang said: "That was just his uncle's one-sided statement, and the police did not verify it."

"The deceased didn't have a social circle. She was young and took care of her children at home every day, so she would be depressed. Based on her capricious temperament, I inferred that she had mental problems." Ms. Qiao followed Chen Yang at this time and said.

Chen Yang's hand rested on the back of the chair. His arms were long, and his fingers accidentally touched the paper figurine's head.

What touches is the soft hair.

Chen Yang's hairs started to stand up, he quickly took his hand away.

"What about the child? Why did Liu XX send to the child's grandmother's house? Isn't it just to find an opportunity to start?" Huang Mao said.

Chen Yang traced the clues: "Perhaps the deceased asked her husband to give the child, and what he said was the truth."

"How is it possible!" Wang Kuanyou roared, he already regarded Chen Yang as the person who harmed him.

In the next short minute, no matter what Chen Yang said, Wang Kuanyou firmly insisted that those were all misleading.

Chen Yang wanted to beat Wang Kuanyou, to wake him up.

Miss Qiao did that in front of Chen Yang, she slapped Wang Kuanyou on the face.

The sound was so loud that several men around felt their faces hurt, including Chen Yang, his teeth were sore.

But Wang Kuanyou was still like that, he was stuck in the quagmire he dug for himself.

Just when Chen Yang was trying to find other ways to pull Wang Kuanyou out of the quagmire, the driver's voice sounded: "Yumen Station is here! Passengers who need to get off, please go to the back door!"

The black leather bag on the seat suddenly turned to face the aisle, as if it was ready to get out of the car.

Wang Kuanyou ran to the driver in panic.

Chen Yang grabbed him and said sternly: "The murderer is not her husband, the murderer is herself, she committed suicide! I will tell you the details later, really, listen to me, I have 90.00%..."

Wang Kuanyou pushed Chen Yang away, and rushed to the driver in a few strides: "The deceased Wang Mouling, the murderer is her husband Liu Moumou!"

As soon as the words were finished, Wang Kuanyou became a paper figurine. It walked to the place where the black leather bag was placed, sat down, picked up the bag and put it on its lap.

The action of holding the bag is like a woman.

As soon as Wang Kuanyou's mission failed, the voice on the bus rang.

The sweet female voice was broadcasting the cause and effect of the female ghost's death.

She suffers from depression, has no friends, and is afraid of socializing. Her husband Liu Moumou is very tolerant to her, and an honest person is really an honest person.

Wang Kuanyou was right about defrauding insurance, but the murderer was the female ghost herself. She disguised her suicide as homicide, and wanted to leave compensation to her husband and children.

Chen Yang scratched the sweaty back of his neck a few times indiscriminately, ridicule and anger flashed in his eyes, the rules really took advantage of the feelings of the tasker, it knew the situation of Wang Kuanyou's family, and assigned this task to him.

what is this?

After you suffer pain, do you still have to believe in love and warmth?

Chen Yang sat next to Ms. Qiao, feeling a little frustrated. He actually sent Wang Kuanyou off twice.

"Mr. Li, it's not your fault. Mr. Wang didn't listen to what you said!" the man with glasses comforted.

"But we can think calmly. Mr. Wang is not very good. He got confused because of his sister and entered a dead end. If I were him, I'm afraid I would..." Huang Mao didn't continue.

After a while, he couldn't hold back his voice again: "The key is that the time given by the rules is too short. Including finding clues, the total is only 5 minutes. If the time is longer, Mr. Wang may be able to change his mind."

"What's the use of talking about this now." The female office worker's eyes were red and swollen, "It's late..."

There was no sound in the car.

Chen Yang leaned against the back of the paper chair, his eyes dazed.

Ms. Qiao took out a small iron box: "It's just a temporary teammate, you don't need to give yourself too much responsibility."

"You have to distinguish clearly the definition of teammates and friends." She is like an elder sister.

Chen Yang's pursed lips moved, and all the feelings at this moment told him that he was such a person back then.

Teammates are all friends, and those who get along well can make friends in the real world.

Miss Qiao handed the opened tin box to Chen Yang.

Those are colorful fruit candies.

Chen Yang took one and ate it. At this moment, Ms. Qiao didn't smell like cigarettes, and she didn't smoke.

The sweetness of the fruit candy reminded Chen Yang of milk tablets, and he wondered if Chao Jian took them away.Chen Yang crushed the fruit candy.Fragments are big and small, just like their original world.

Chen Yang wrapped the large pieces of crushed sugar aside, and ate the small pieces of sugar first: "Sister Qiao, have you thought about untying your identity number?"

"Of course." Ms. Qiao held the white card between her index finger and middle finger, swiped it from under Chen Yang's eyelids, flipped it over again, and squeezed it into her hand, "Sister, I dream of breaking this thing in my dreams."

Chen Yang looked at her clean and neat nails: "You must have a sense of faith."

Ms. Qiao raised her eyebrows: "Xiao Yangyang, my sister asks you, strength, faith, and luck, how do you rank?"

"Faith, strength, luck." Chen Yang said.

"As far as I'm concerned, luck comes first." Miss Qiao said, "Whether you can completely untie it depends on fate."

Chen Yang frowned: "The sense of faith can be raised appropriately."

Miss Qiao yawned back.

Chen Yang began to eat large chunks of crushed candy. Personality is connected with humanity, and humanity is connected with emotions. They are inseparable.

The bus stopped at the Yumen platform and did not leave. It was waiting for passengers.

Some passengers haven't come up yet.

Chen Yang looked outside through the glass window, he seemed to hear someone running and shouting "wait a minute".

I don't know what the background of Miss Qiao's mission will be, but I hope it won't be too complicated.

"Xiao Yangyang, what constellation are you?" Miss Qiao took out a constellation book.