ID number 019

The question now is, who will take off the lids of the two large plastic buckets.

Chen Yang looked around, took a breath, and walked a few steps towards the barrel. Without knowing why, he turned his head to look at the boy.

Chao Jian walked beside him on crutches, but she didn't intend to help at all, and urged him to hurry up.

Chen Yang's forehead twitched, and he simply did some ideological work for himself, it was just a corpse, not a ghost.

Ten seconds later, he walked to the chair in the corner, and took off the plastic bucket lid one by one.

Not uncovered.

Like something sucked inside.

Chen Yang had no choice but to come one by one. It took him a long time to break off a cover. As soon as the crack appeared, a strong smell of blood gushed out.

The gap became bigger, and the lid was completely lifted, and what Chen Yang saw was a bucket of broken corpses.

One by one, squeezed tightly.

Bacon was average.

Chen Yang wasn't afraid, but he was disgusted, so he endured the nausea and went to open another bucket.

Both barrels were uncovered.

The waiting room was enveloped by the unsettling smell of flesh and blood, and Sun Xingxing fell limply on the chair, his legs shaking non-stop.

The other two middle-aged people vomited.

For a while, the sour taste of vomit was added.

The air smelled worse.

Wen Qing squatted down on the chair next to Chen Yang at some point, and excitedly stretched his neck to look at the dismembered corpse in the bucket: "Wow, the bones are all smashed to pieces, what a great deal."

Chen Yang: "..."

Wen Qing rubbed his chin and pretended to be thinking seriously: "I guess it was a female ghost who did it, be careful."

Chen Yang's face turned pale, can you shut up?

"Oh, only two died."

Wen Qing jumped off the chair and stretched his waist: "It's too slow, hurry up, there are so many people."

Chen Yang was a little hairy, and suddenly remembered something. He stared at the broken corpses of the two buckets, and grabbed the edge of the bucket, shaking the bucket a few times.

Wen Qing, who was rushed by the smell, rolled his eyes.

No wonder Mr. Feng...

Wen Qing's eyes flickered, and he laughed and said, "Handsome guy, what are you looking for?"

"head."

Chen Yang didn't tell him, but the other side was right: "It doesn't seem to be in the bucket."

Chao Jian's tone was normal: "Pour it out and have a look."

Chen Yang: "..."

hipster:"……"

It is absolutely impossible to pour it out, and it will scare the two middle-aged people to death if it is spread on the ground.

Chen Yang asked Sun and his party to go to the toilet to get a mop, and after checking the broken corpses in the bucket, they really had no heads.

It's the second one, and I don't know where my head is going.

Chen Yang carried the two buckets of dismembered corpses out of the waiting room and put them on the aisle, intending to make noise to attract newcomers in other waiting rooms.

It's time to stimulate them.

Wen Qing scoffed at Chen Yang's move. He said that mentally handicapped people are going to die. If they die too much, the rules will be discovered quickly.

Chen Yang's point of view is different from his. He doesn't have to trust the other team members absolutely and don't hand over their backs, but they still need it.

Like the first mission, Zhang Yan and the others all found clues.

"Handsome, we are different."

Wen Qing squinted her eyes, shrugged her shoulders and smiled evilly: "Let's see who survives to the end in this round."

When he tossed it, the coin flipped strangely in the sky, and it didn't fall for a long time.

Chen Yang didn't pay attention to the coin with a high appearance rate. What he paid attention to was Wen Qing's cuff that slid down the coin toss, revealing a section of his wrist. His hand was the same as his personality, and it didn't fit that obedient face.

The palms are large and rough, and there are countless small scars on the wrists, new and old.

It was drawn with a sharp weapon.

Chen Yang waited for Wen Qing to leave, and then mentioned his injuries to Chao Jian.

Looking down at Jane: "Self-mutilation."

Chen Yang was taken aback.

"The distance between the wounds is regular, and the length, thickness, and depth are all particular." Chao Jian said frightening words in a flat tone, "It's not depression, it's creation."

Chen Yang looked at the boy with strange eyes: "How are you sure?"

I didn't see him pay much attention to Wen Qing just now.

Chen Yang thought of the suppressive medicine the young man took, and then thought of the scene when he lost control, swallowed, and hesitated: "You won't also..."

Chao Jane looked at him coldly.

Under pressure, Chen Yang was about to turn this matter over when he saw the young man lift up the sleeve of his baseball jacket with his left hand.

"Have it?"

In front of Chen Yang was a cold white forearm with muscles and neat lines. He thought that this guy didn't talk much and just did what he said, while shaking his head seriously.

Has the manly body hair he envied, no scars.

Chao Jian put down her sleeves, raised her eyebrows, and said: "A friend has the same hobby, and he polishes himself if he doesn't have fun."

Chen Yang nodded and accepted his unwilling explanation.

He waved his cane to Jane and knocked a few times, and entered the ninth waiting room with sparse footsteps on crutches.

Chen Yang followed him and closed the door with his backhand.

There were screams in the aisle.

The waiting room of the ninth bus was bleak after the disaster.

Chen Yang ignored Ostrich Sun and his party, he asked the other two newcomers for questioning.

It was about to die at three to seven points, and he was dying on the chair wrapped in a flowered quilt.

The workers are in better condition and can answer questions.

"Uncle, do you remember what you did or said before the accident with the bald head?"

Chen Yang said gently: "Think about it carefully."

The worker's eyes were red and swollen like two fish bubbles. He rubbed his legs and said with a dry throat, "It's nothing..."

Chen Yang didn't urge him, just gave him a bottle of mineral water, and waited patiently.

The first dead newcomer ran out by himself, and one of the rules presented was that he could not leave the station, and the second dead was in the waiting room from beginning to end.

Something must have been violated.

The worker drank half a bottle of mineral water in a daze, lowered his head and wiped his mouth.

"Knowing that you guys are outside and the lights are bright, we can all relax."

The worker breathed heavily and couldn't help sobbing: "The bald head said that his lumbar muscles were strained, an old problem, and his waist couldn't work after sitting for a long time, so he went to lie in the back, and Lao Li and I ordered in the front."

"I didn't hear any movement at all, really, there was no sound at all, why is it... a big living person, not far from us, two or three rows, just in a waiting room..."

When the worker said this, he was interrupted by a strange cry.

"Damn it!"

Thirty-seven points, that is, Lao Li, he covered his head tightly under the quilt, trembling all over: "Ghost... There are ghosts... There are really ghosts...Ghosts are coming, ghosts are coming..."

There was the sound of drooling water flowing down the chair where Lao Li was lying on to the ground, accompanied by a hot smell.

Lao Li was frightened and lost control.

As Lao Li repeated that sentence over and over again, the waiting room became gloomy and cold.

Chen Yang tightened his coat tightly.

The worker suddenly shouted: "The bald head also said that the chairs in the waiting room are so cold!"

"He said it several times, and he said why the chair is so cold! It's so cold!"

"Holding myself and rubbing my arms all the time."

Chen Yang, who was doing the same movement, trembled, and his whole body bounced up. He wanted to stand towards Jane, but his legs became weak, and his feet wobbled, and he sat directly on the opponent's lap, as if someone stomped his tail , quickly jumped aside.

Chao Jian half-closed her eyes the whole time, without changing her expression, like an old monk in meditation.

Chen Yang wiped off his cold sweat, nonchalantly asked Sun and his party if they could feel anything?

Sun and his party shook their heads buried behind the briefcase.

Chen Yang saw that the back of the man's suit was wet, and his thin back trembled slightly. He asked, "Are you okay?"

Sun Xingxing nodded and shook his head, sobbing softly: "I actually feel that they are afraid, but compared to them, I am more afraid of dead bodies, it's too scary."

Chen Yang, who was the opposite: "..."

The second dead made the second half of the night especially long.

Those newcomers finally started to panic. They thought they didn't care about anything, they just had to be honest, and they never thought that they would die if they didn't get out of the train station.

That is something that prevents them from getting on time.

Four shifts, so many people, someone will die, I don't know who the next one is, it may be me.

Relax, greed is contagious like the plague, and so are cries and fear.

and resentment.

I was glad that my relatives and friends disappeared at the real train station and were still alive, but now I wonder why the person who came here was not the other party, and why this happened to me.

Negative emotions are entangled like vines, growing wildly under the water of anxiety.

At two o'clock in the morning, the newcomers were not in the waiting room of their own car, and they didn't dare to walk around, so they all gathered in the aisle.

There is only one bookstall in the aisle on the second floor, just outside the ninth waiting room of K32 where two passengers died, it has been turned over, they still chose there.

Someone found it and said it's not dangerous.

In this way, they can kill time and be together. The more people there are, the more popular they will be.

They didn't really know what to look for, only that it was something unusual.

The two buckets of broken corpses were still in the middle of the aisle, no one dared to step forward to leave, and the bold ones only dared to throw some books in and cover the mouth of the bucket.

Chen Yang sat on the row of chairs near the door in the ninth waiting room, holding the magazines he bought after entering the station.

Tourism, all Qingcheng attractions.

This city with ancient charm is still beautiful under the lens.

Chen Yang turned a page, and was a little dazed: "There are actually three bridges..."

Touching Chao Jian beside her with her elbow, she said excitedly, "Look, where we live!"

Chao Jian tilted her head towards Chen Yang leaning on the back of the chair, raised her eyelids, and looked at him with scarlet eyes.

The boy's low pressure surged, and Chen Yang's interest was dispelled. He held up the magazine hesitantly: "Sanlianqiao, it's on it."

Zhao Jian didn't glance at him, just stared at him who was full of energy, his brows were wrinkled, and his nasal voice was heavy: "I'm sleeping."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Chen Yang wanted to chat with someone, and he co-authored the magazine vainly, "Go on to sleep, I'll go to Sun and his party."

The crutches lay across his feet.

"Stay here." These two words overflowed from Chao Jian's throat, and the breath became long again.

Chen Yang was not surprised that Chao Jian fell asleep at a speed that ordinary people could not achieve. After seeing him a lot, he only felt that he seemed to be a light sleeper, and it was difficult for him to fall into a deep sleep.

No amount of sleep will do.

Unlike him, the length of sleep is short, but the quality is very good, which is completely sufficient.

Chen Yang crossed his legs to read Sanlianqiao's introduction, and the hairs all over his body suddenly stood on end.

There is a scenic spot on it, but there is no Sanlian Bridge in his memory.

Chen Yang didn't care about being angry with Jian, so he woke him up to confirm: "We don't have this place, do we?"

Chao Jian didn't make a sound.

Chen Yang automatically took it as a default: "The mission world doesn't only have one Qingcheng Station to do missions. Is there really a city like Qingcheng, and there is also a Sanlian Bridge. Is it the one in the magazine?"

He unconsciously touched the photo of the scenic spot in the magazine: "We have done the second mission, and we have never been to places other than the mission site. I don't know what it looks like outside."

"The world here also has an ID number."

"You said... Will the mission world be a modified version of the real world?"

Chao Jane fell asleep again.

This time I didn't sleep well, I don't know what kind of dream I entered, my whole body was extremely cold, there was a deep shadow between my brows, my pursed white lips moved slightly, and I was talking in my sleep.

Chen Yang subconsciously put his ear up.

Very vague syllables, inaudible.

Chao Jian seemed to be sending it out mechanically, but also seemed to be restraining herself and calling out to someone.

Chen Yang was stunned, and when he listened again, the sleep talking disappeared.

Chao Jian needed sleep very much, Chen Yang had to temporarily put away his doubts, and took pictures of the scenic spots and the surrounding text introductions with his mobile phone. He noticed a weak gaze, greeted him and waved.

Sun Xingxing got up and came to Chen Yang's side, took a step and glanced at the sleeping Chao Jian, looking very afraid.

In ancient times, little ladies with bound feet could walk faster than him.

Chen Yang met many people similar to Sun and his party in the rehabilitation center. Some of them were honest and cowardly for half their lives. They dared not speak louder, but they would make a desperate counterattack when they were cornered.

Some used to be wild and unscrupulous, but did not have strong strength. They provoked this and that, and were taught to be afraid, and gradually became timid.

This kind of people can't fight back when they are beaten or scolded, and they just want to guard their three points.

Chen Yang didn't know what the three points of Sun and his party were. He glanced at the briefcase that the other party had never put down. It didn't look like a computer, but probably documents.

"Where are you from Qingcheng?" Chen Yang put the magazine back into his backpack and asked when Sun and his party sat over.

Sun Xingyan sniffled and yawned: "The south side of the canal, you may not..."

"I've been there," Chen Yang interrupted him, and said with a smile, "there is the largest game hall in Qingcheng over there. I used to play after school."

Maybe it was because of Chen Yang's attitude of chatting with friends, or because he talked about something familiar, Sun and his party straightened up a little: now the game hall is still there, and the business is not good. "

"It's normal. In the Internet age, games are played online." Chen Yang obviously felt that Sun Xingxing had relaxed, and he asked, "Where are you going this time?"

Sun and his party picked up the briefcase: "Business trip."

With a slender face, he said with a wry smile, "I haven't been back for such a long time. If the documents can't be delivered to the client, the job must be gone."

"It's hard to do a job for a year, and I have to find it again." The man cried while talking, "I'm almost 40 years old, and I still live in a rented house that is about [-] square meters. It's all used to pay off the debts, people like me can't get a wife, and I don't know when it will be a head, I'm really useless..."

Chen Yang looked at his fingers picking out the briefcase, they were dry and peeled, and his nails were the color of malnutrition.

"The time point in this space is different from the real world. When you go back, people are still at the train station, and the car is not driving." Chen Yang said.

Sun Xingxing's red eyes widened from crying, his lips trembling with tears: "Really?"

"Ah."

Chen Yang gave him a tissue to wipe his nose and tears.

For this task, the rookie was selected from among the passengers at the train station.

Random or specific unknown.

The old people should have issued tickets and came from their own residences.

There was a muffled sound from behind.

The workman's ash travel bag fell from the chair.

The zipper of the travel bag was so stretched that half of it was not closed. Now he picked it up and tried to pull it hard, but the zipper broke directly, revealing more than half of a box of Oreos.

Just Oreo and nothing.

However, the more the worker tried to stuff the Oreo in, the harder he tried, the travel bag was deformed by him, the zipper opening tilted to the ground, and a lot of things inside fell off.

Egg yolk pie, three plus two sandwich biscuits, Wangzai milk, sesame paste, ham sausage, peanut candy, potato chips, chicken feet, bread...

It's all about eating.

Is this looting a supermarket?

Chen Yang picked up the chocolate golden egg that rolled in his direction, held it between his thumb and forefinger, and threw it casually, and the golden egg fell into the worker's travel bag accurately.

Sun and his party exclaimed inappropriately: "That's right, you can play."

Chen Yang's mouth twitched slightly.

The worker squatted on the ground and put all the food back into the bag, and wrapped it tightly. When Chen Yang looked at him, he smiled honestly and said, "No, I saw that everyone took it, so I took some too."

Chen Yang didn't say anything.

The worker felt that Chen Yang was looking down on him, so he lost his smile, silently tightened the bandage to prevent things from falling out, and kicked Lao Li's snakeskin bag.

"He took a lot more than me, and there were several cans of expensive tea, which I didn't catch when I went in."

Chen Yang was about to speak, but the sound of quarreling outside entered the waiting room.

It was a man and a woman, the voices were familiar to Chen Yang, he listened intently for a while.

This time, it seems that the man looked more at the opposite sex in the aisle, or the eyes revealed something. In short, the woman couldn't bear it and made a fuss.

That couple can really toss.

Chen Yang sighed, a crutch passed by his eyes, and went straight to the door of the waiting room.

Hit it hard, bang.

There was a moment of silence outside, and then the noise broke out again.

Girls are very emotional. If they let out their emotions, they will not be able to take them back for a while, so that they are screaming hoarsely regardless of the occasion.

The boyfriend obviously couldn't hold back the situation.

The other crutch in Chaojian's hand was also smashed.

Chen Yang hurriedly stopped him: "There are too many people and too many thoughts, so it will be chaotic. Let's ignore them. Let's go to the innermost waiting room, so it can be quieter."

Before Chaojian could respond, the worker shouted in a panic.

"Little brother, don't go, you are gone, what will Lao Li and I do?"

Chen Yang picked up the crutch by the door: "K32 is the bus at 35:[-] in the morning, and there are still about seven hours. You can stay with everyone temporarily. They are just outside the door of this waiting room."

Seeing that the workers refused to comply, Lao Li also got up from the quilt, and Chen Yang said again: "We will come over in the morning."

Only then did the workers and Lao Li give up.

When Chen Yang and the others went out, the noise in the corridor stopped.

His faces were haggard, and the cold sweat on his body was dry and clinging to his pores, like pickles.

It's not a wild cat. At this time, I'm so sleepy that I can only squat for a while because of the crowds. I don't dare to sleep for fear of being abandoned by my companions, or I will die if I fall asleep.

Chen Yang walked towards the innermost waiting room, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the newcomers with different expressions, the girl without freckles.

Where could it be if not here?In the waiting room of your own car?

Chen Yang saw the client within a few steps. She was squatting in front of the bookstall in the first waiting room, concentrating on reading a book.

As if in response, the freckled girl turned her head and gave Chen Yang another big smile.

Chen Yang felt a pain in the back of his foot, and he asked the owner of the crutch with his eyes: "Why are you hitting me so hard?"

Chao Jian said coldly, "Walk."

"..."

Chen Yang hooked his mask and tuned, why did he feel that there was something familiar to him in that girl, similar to Sun and his party standing in line.

It's different, she always showed kindness to him every time, as if she was conscientiously trying to win him over.

Is it his delusion?

Chen Yang twisted his neck to the first waiting room, wanting to take another look at the girl.

The crutch came up.

Chen Yang grasped it sensitively: "I'm walking, I'm leaving."

Sun Xingxing said "ah" at the back, and said in a low voice, "You two have such a good relationship."

Chen Yang: "..."

"clatter"

The crutch poked the ground, and said impatiently to Jane: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Let's go." Chen Yang gave up the idea of ​​going to see the girl again, and also forgot Sun Xingxing's mistaken words.

Sun and his party followed Chen Yangchaojian to the seventh waiting room, the innermost one, and consciously shrank aside, not approaching unless called.

Chao Jane went to bed.

Chen Yang was thinking about something. He paid attention to all the waiting rooms along the way, but he didn't see the figures of those old people. They were still on the first floor.

The matter of dismembering the corpse didn't bring them up, which was the expected development.

Chen Yang sat for a while, walking around Chaojian, where did his head go?

He lifted the lid of the trash can, leaned in to have a look, then swung the lid back and continued walking.

If he is a ghost, what will happen to the head if he kills someone?

Chen Yang didn't think about it, he fought a cold war, I was also sick, making this kind of assumption.

"A-401."

Suddenly there was a light voice coming from the crack of the door. Chen Yang heard his ward number in the rehabilitation hospital, and subconsciously turned his head.

A part of Xiang Dong's face squeezed in like a ghost, stared straight at Chen Yang, and caught you.

Chen Yang was so frightened that he cursed: "Fuck."

Xiangdong is a typical person who doesn't have a long memory after being beaten to death. His hand still hurts, so he dared to face the coldness of Chaojian being woken up again, and grinned at Chen Yang.

"I knew it was you." Xiang Dong said, "What can a mask cover? You've exposed yourself as soon as you straighten your waist."

Chen Yang warned in disgust: "This is the mission world, don't go crazy."

"Look at what you said, it's okay, I'm not crazy, but I'm trying to be a good man and start a new life." Xiang Dong scratched his head, "I'm telling you, this is my fourth mission, so I know more Now, follow me, and I will take you back to the real world."

Chen Yang was shocked that this mad dog was able to walk out of three mission worlds alive. In his impression, this guy's force value is good, but his character is the enhanced version of Huang Qing.

It seems that I still don't understand.

Xiang Dong found something, pointed at Chen Yang's left ear, and fell down with a smile: "Damn it, there is a bandage on the scar, hahaha, Chen Yang, why are you so funny?"

Chen Yang temporarily changed his mind about heading east, and leaned into the ear of the boy who exuded an inexplicable "didn't take medicine" smell, and said "I'll ask him something" as a way of discussing.

"You made the scar behind my left ear?" Chen Yang glanced at Sun Xingxing who had already hid in the corner, and said in a volume that only Xiang Dong could hear.

In front of Xiang Dong was the scene of him and the disabled leg seeming to be intimate, he snorted coldly, and threw the uproot cigarette to him.

Chen Yang threw it on a chair beside him.

Xiangdong became even more eccentric: "Pretend to be a fucking good student in front of your sweetheart."

Chen Yang quickly glanced at the young man in embarrassment, his explanation came to his lips, but was blocked by the other party's expression of ignorance, he stretched out his foot and kicked Xiang Dong: "How many times have I said that I am different from you, not that kind of boy?" .”

Xiang Dong had an expression of "pretend, you fucking continue to pretend".

Chen Yang kicked him again: "Don't change the subject."

"Whoever changed the subject, you asked me if I did it, you are so kind, Chen Yang, you want to blame me for this."

Breathing eastward, like a strong bull whose horns have been plucked, his eyes are about to burst: "You are the king of porcelain! All the Pengci teams in the world are born from you!"

Chen Yang: "..."

"I forgot how the scar came from." This time he changed his routine.

Xiang Dong checked for a moment to confirm the authenticity, lit a cigarette and bit it: "You are two years younger than me, and you have dementia. Heh, I told you a long time ago not to live a life of bitterness and hatred, but to enjoy yourself in time and do more. , there is no trouble..."

Chen Yang stared over: "Don't talk about it."

Xiang Dong also glared at him: "Ghost knows where you came from. I saw it the first time I saw you in the event area, and I asked you."

Chen Yang held back his accelerated heartbeat: "And then?"

"What? Then, I just touched your place at that time, and you made a move on me in a panic. You just woke up the fuck. It doesn't look like you have slept for a few years. How awesome."

Xiang Dong's face hurt when he lifted it up, and the broken ribs were even more itchy, he was angry: "Thinking about it, I'm a fucking dog, my injury was almost healed, but I lay down for more than half a month after being beaten by you. "

Chen Yang didn't smile, he was in a very bad mood because he couldn't remember what Xiang Dong said.

I don't remember anything.

Chen Yang stretched his legs and supported his forehead, still speaking in a very low voice: "Do you know Li Yue?"

Breathe out on the east: "What do you ask him for?"

Chen Yang said, "You know him?"

Xiang Dong raised his bearded chin: "Come here, I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Chen Yang sat still: "Then tell me first what two words his name is."

All the expressions on Xiangdong's face disappeared, and he laughed "puchi" in the next second, and sighed in an intimate tone while laughing: "Chen Yang, you are more cunning than in the rehabilitation center."

Chen Yang straightened up: "A newcomer died in the ninth waiting room, you know?"

The words started bluntly, which was equivalent to a 180-degree turn. Xiangdong showed Chen Yang a wolf-grandmother smile: "Why, do you want to find out clues? You come to my place, a team with me and the painter, how about the three of us working together? "

Chen Yang motioned him to look at the crutches.

Xiang Dong's beaten hand throbbed, and he said to the young man with a cigarette in his mouth, "Those with broken legs, people you can't protect, leave it to me, be sensible."

Before the final sound of the last word landed, he was slapped in the mouth by the crutches.

A bloodstain crossed Xiangdong's face, which was known as the flower of Area A of the rehabilitation center.

He threw away most of the cigarette, and changed from half-squatting to standing. He had a tall and strong physique of more than 1.8 meters, and the lumpy muscles under the black T-shirt were bulging, showing a murderous look.

Chao Jian looked as usual, while Chen Yang was ready to strike at any time.

When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Mr. Feng and Wen Qing came.

"So lively?" Wen Qing ran in happily, "Where is the fight? When will the fight start? Hurry up, Mr. Feng, we have a good show to watch."

Chen Yang knew that this Shura-like episode could come to an end.

No one wants to be treated like a circus monkey.

"Pooh--"

Xiangdong wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, spit bloody foam on the ground, and left again full of anger.

When he walked to the door, he laughed grimly: "We'll see!"

Next time, beat that broken leg to death!

Chen Yang sat back and touched Chao Jian's crutches with his feet: "He went in and out of the rehabilitation center a few times, and every time he was injured all over his body. him."

The sound of "哗啦" spread to the eardrums, Chen Yang saw Chao Jian take out the medicine bottle, and said in surprise, "Didn't you do it twice in the morning and evening? It's not time to take the medicine yet, right?"

Chao Jian tightened the medicine bottle, growled with trembling fingers, "Get out of here."

Chen Yang was slightly confused, the tip of his tongue scraped the corner of his mouth, nodded and said: "What did you say, say it again."

Swallowing Jane's forehead a few times, he quickly poured out two pills and threw them into his mouth, gritted his teeth, swallowed the bitter taste and closed his eyes: "I haven't said a word."

Chen Yang: "..."

There were still two team members around, so Chen Yang didn't dwell on this matter.

This is the first time they have appeared together.

When Chen Yang chatted with them, he discovered an extremely unexpected phenomenon.

As soon as Feng Lao opened his mouth, Wen Qing didn't interrupt, nor did he pretend to be forceful.

The subtle changes in Wen Qing's words and deeds reveal a message that he always approves of Mr. Feng.

This shows that Mr. Feng should not be underestimated.

In addition, Chen Yang also found out that Mr. Feng was very subtle and intended to befriend him.

Even though the old man was afraid of them on the first floor before, and now he has this attitude again, the meaning is unclear, Chen Yang still did not refuse.

"We searched the two bookstalls on the first floor, but there was no clue." Elder Feng looked at Sun and his party, as cowardly as his son, "The one on the second floor is for tomorrow's work, and the task has only just begun, step by step."

"K32 is the morning bus. There are only two passengers left in that class. We will go find them after dawn. Whether they die or get on the bus, the rules will be supplemented, which is good for us."

No one spoke, and everyone agreed with this statement.

"It's still a few hours before dawn, let's take turns on duty." Mr. Feng spread the newspaper he had been holding on his face to cover the bright light, "Considering that respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional virtue, you The young man must have no objection, so I'll go to bed first, and whoever of you will be the first to watch."

Several young people: "..."

Wen Qing volunteered to say that she was the first.

It didn't matter what rank Chen Yang was in, he slowed down his breathing and tried hard to brew sleepiness.

A bald middle-aged man suddenly appeared in his mind lying on a row of chairs, rubbing his arms and looking at him, and kept saying, "It's so cold! The chairs are so cold!"

Chen Yang's eyelashes trembled, he couldn't sleep, forget it.

The leg sank, and Chen Yang touched it without opening his eyes. It was cold and hard to the touch. It was a crutch. He didn't let the boy take it away, and he didn't ask why he put it on his leg. shift.

Slowly, Chen Yang fell asleep.

"Tsk."

After seeing Wen Qing thoroughly, he smacked his lips: "This operation is awesome."

Zhao Jian flicked her phone expressionlessly.

Wen Qing felt that the most boring person was born, and it was the man on crutches. Mr. Feng said that the face behind the mask was more handsome than the one surnamed Jin, which was absolutely exaggerated.

The surname Jin can play a round by himself because of his beauty, how can this one compare?

Wen Qing fumbled for a long time, but didn't get a single look, and he didn't waste his time talking, and moved on to the next target.

There is a newcomer in this waiting room.

When Sun and his party saw Wen Qing, their eye circles turned red into frightened rabbits.

Wen Qing made a gesture to grab his briefcase.

Sun Xingxing staggered back and sat down on the ground. He hugged his briefcase tightly and shrank himself under the chair desperately.

"Ah," Wen Qing scratched his head unbearably, "It's like I want to QJ you."

The thick bangs were scratched, and the birthmark on his forehead was exposed.

A large jet black.

Wen Qing laughed and squatted down: "Oh, I was seen by you, what should I do?"

Sun Xingxing closed his eyes tightly, and tremblingly begged for mercy: "I... I didn't... I didn't see anything... Don't hit me... Please don't hit me... Please..."

No sound.

Sun Xingxing peeked cautiously, and the black patch hit his pupils, and he turned his head back sobbing.

"You are such a cowardly and incompetent person, why are you still alive?"

Wen Qing said to herself: "Because I dare not commit suicide."

"Boring, really boring." Wen Qing shook his head, stood up and left.

Passengers staggered in the aisle.

There was a girl who wanted to cry with her legs crossed. She was a solo passenger and didn't know anyone.

After entering the station, I drank a lot of water and couldn't hold it anymore. I didn't dare to go to the toilet alone.

"Does any of you want to go to the bathroom?"

The girl yelled several times but no one stood up. She gritted her teeth and walked towards a man, blushing and said in embarrassment: "Mr., can you accompany me..."

"Me!"

The woman in the couple raised her hand: "I'm going too, let's go together."

The other female passengers were also moved when they saw this, and those who wanted to wait until dawn got up.

Except for the freckled girl, all the female workers went to the toilet. Once they entered, you held me, and I held you, and they opened the compartments one by one in fear.

The door to the compartment is wide open.

nothing.

It's safe. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and went in quickly without daring to close the door.

There are squat toilets and toilets in the toilets. Girls who love cleanliness usually use squat toilets if they can, and put paper on the toilet if they have to.

Now I wish I didn't even have to take off my pants.

"Wait for me!" The woman in the overalls hurriedly unbuttoned them, crying in a crying voice.

Another one just cried: "I...my stomach hurts...I want to grow up, you guys wait for me too, please!"

"Don't worry, we're all here, let's go out together."

The ones who had recovered were all at the sink. They didn’t leave. Opposite them were mirrors. They waited and waited. They unconsciously took photos, had their hair cut, and chatted.

The toilet is so bright, the lights don't flicker at all, it's different from the supernatural movies, there shouldn't be anything, and the exit is near.

"Which shift are you all on?"

"I'm 3291."

"Me too."

"And me! Me, me, me!"

"..."

"I'm T57."

The speaker was a woman with a long ponytail, tall and tall, with an outstanding temperament. Her words instantly aroused the sympathy of others.

"Ah... That trip was so late, it will be on the afternoon of the 18th, and it's only the 16th today."

There was a flower pot hanging on the wall next to the woman with long ponytails, and she reached out and tore off a few green leaves, tearing them into pieces angrily.

Everyone is still talking.

"Who is in the last class of K1856?"

"my brother."

"He's not in your class?"

"No, we don't work in the same city. We have something to do when we go home this time. We stayed for a few days to return."

"K1856 is the worst, it was the night of the 18th."

"yes……"

No one in the toilet spoke, and everyone was preoccupied.

A girl saw that the long ponytail was tearing the leaves of the green radish, and she wanted to tear a little too, just enough to reach the hanging branches and leaves.

If you can't reach it, jump up and grab it.

That force was strong, and the branches and leaves turned over the flower pot, she unconsciously raised her face.

There was a bloody head smashed right in front of her face among the falling fine pieces of soil.