ID number 019

K32 came, but no one got on the bus.

There is only one ghost.

The 22 surviving people stood scattered in the glass window, watching the dead Lao Li disappear into ashes the moment he stepped on the train.

Everyone couldn't help feeling suffocated.

Those who can't go back, even die and become ghosts.

At 35:32, K[-] departs on time.

The moment the rumble died away completely, the lights on the platform went out.

Wait for the next car to come.

Chen Yang found that ignorance was really fearless. The old Li in the waiting room was a ghost. His appearance was no different from that of ordinary people. He didn't show his real appearance when he died. He didn't know or see it, so he wasn't scared.

Also talked to each other.

Chen Yang wanted to put down the worker's corpse hanging at the door of the waiting room, but found it was impossible.

The corpse was connected to the door and could not be pulled.

Can only continue to hang.

There were dead bodies blocking the way, and the door couldn't be closed.

But the ninth waiting room is not the innermost one. No matter which waiting room you come out from, you will see a person hanging there, panicking.

Everyone leaned against the door and left cautiously.

Chen Yang rummaged through the worker's luggage, and found a handful of ashes where he had hidden the lighter.

That ghost has been obliterated.

Chen Yang was in a daze, he didn't know where a gust of wind blew, and the puddle of ashes rushed to his face.

A hand pulled him aside.

Ashes flew into the air and scattered.

Chen Yang patted his clothes with lingering fear: "As the old saying goes, the more you are afraid of ghosts, the more ghosts will bully you, I believe it."

"Early death and early rebirth is the way out, and it makes sense that death is worse than life..."

After muttering for a while, Chen Yang cheered up and said, "Let's go, let's go to the first floor to see Lao Li's body."

Looking down at him at Jane: "You want to live so much?"

Chen Yang smiled: "Alive."

In the rehabilitation center, I didn't think about this word carefully. It was very thin, and I couldn't fill it in. When I came to the mission world, I thought about it. I have fighting spirit and hope.

The newsstand on the west side of the first floor is full of people inside and outside.

The newcomers are on the outside and the old are on the inside.

When Chen Yang went in, Wen Qing, Feng Lao, Xiang Dong and the painter didn't talk to each other, each of them was thinking.

Lao Li's death was strange, as if he had seen something terrible before he was alive.

"At two o'clock in the morning, Old Li was still alive."

Chen Yang took the initiative to throw out a message, and then asked the four of them: "You searched the two newsstands on the first floor last night, who is responsible for this?"

Wen Qing shrugged: "It was another newsstand that Feng Lao and I went to."

Seeing Chen Yang looking over to the east, he said in a rough voice, "I, the painter, we are here."

"It's not clear when I left, I didn't check the time." He said.

"Probably?"

Raising eyebrows to the East: "It's past 03:30."

Chen Yang squeezed the ticket with his hands in his pocket. At that time, they were waiting in the seventh waiting room.

And Lao Li should be with the people in the aisle, and the workers.

Later, the human head in the toilet was found.

The timing of several events was not precise enough, Chen Yang didn't pay attention carefully, so he could only make an order.

Xiangdong approached Chen Yanga, put his hands on his shoulders, afraid of the power of the crutches, and stretched to the back halfway to grab his back.

Subconscious behavior, when he realized it, Xiang Dong kicked several times in the newsstand, like a rabies attack.

After kicking, he nonchalantly said to Chen Yang: "Don't ask again?"

Chen Yang ignored his madness and said, "Is there anything unusual in this newsstand?"

Xiangdong licked his lower lip and smiled: "Guess."

The bewitching expression was the same as always, but it was paired with a swollen and bruised face, which I couldn't bear to look directly at.

Chen Yang silently went to see the painter.

"That guy's mind is full of disposable gloves in the station. If he answers you, I'll eat shit."

Just as Xiang Dong finished barking, a murky voice sounded like a mouthful of phlegm.

"No," said the painter, "nothing unusual."

east:"……"

He rushed in front of the painter and grabbed the collar of the other's windbreaker: "You fucking deliberately let me slap you in the face?"

The painter touched his blistered lips and went out.

"Wow!"

Wenqing Haibao clapped his hands: "Live broadcast? Want to watch it."

Then he was beaten by Xiangdong.

Xiangdong was a tall man with a strong physique, and his fists and feet were full of blood. He let out all the aggrieved anger he had suffered in Chaojian. Wen Qing was not an opponent at all, and he basically had no chance to fight back.

"Well, it's impolite for civilized people to never touch their hands."

Wen Qing's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he straightened his hair, swallowed a mouthful of fishy sweetness, wiped off the blood on his mouth, and smiled at Xiang Dongxie: "Don't do this next time."

There was a chill to the east, and I was sick.

Chen Yang watched Wen Qing leave as if nothing had happened, he turned his face to look at Xiang Dong: "Why do you always say you want to eat shit every time you bet with someone?"

Xiang Dong's complexion twisted for a moment: "It can be seen that I am a man who is dedicated to the end."

Chen Yang: "..."

After venting his anger, Xiangdong felt much more comfortable. He opened the glass cabinet with ease, took out a package from the Tengwang Pavilion opened inside, and stroked the golden thread that had been picked out of the package: "Go to eat?"

Chen Yang was also hungry, he ignored Xiang Dong, and asked the young man who had been looking at the postcards on the folder: "Any plans?"

Xiang Dong was ignored, his face twisted again, he spat, walked out of the newsstand full of anger, and yelled at the group of people who focused their attention.

"Look at your father, look, get out!"

Before heading east, I flew to the newsstand, and a lot of books and periodicals were dropped.

"No one in District A can control him, just like his back garden."

Chen Yang said something casually, picked up a few books and periodicals on the ground, and took away the comic books on Lao Li's body.

"By the way, he is also from Sanlianqiao. He hangs out on the East Street, and often enters the rehabilitation center for stab wounds."

Chao Jian didn't pay attention to this remark, he used his crutches to fight, and the postcard on it shook, and it was placed very firmly without falling off.

Chen Yang looked: "Have you found anything?"

"Take a picture." Chao Jian leaned on crutches and walked to the side of the newsstand, and scanned the transparent drink cabinet.

After Chen Yang took the postcards, he went to his place. There were seven rows of vertical cabinets, and inside were black tea, cola, sprite and the like.

Every row is not full, and the gap does not match any sequence that Chen Yang thought of.

"Let's go." Chao Jian said, "Go find something to eat."

Chen Yang was about to take out his cup of tea again, when the young man said, "Don't make instant noodles."

"..."

Chen Yang pushed the old man sitting on the plastic stool: "Old Feng?"

Old Feng lifted his gray head and looked at Chen Yang dully: "Ah? It's over?"

Chen Yang twitched: "They're all gone, we're going to eat, and we're going to go too."

"Let's go then."

Old Feng touched his wrinkled face: "It's still good for you, I'm an old man when I eat, unlike those few, I have no heart."

Chen Yang caught him looking for Sun Xingxing in the crowd outside, pretending he didn't see anything: "Old Feng, you want to go with us?"

Feng Lao kept stacking newspapers: "Yes, more people eat better."

Chen Yang felt that the more he got in touch with, the more deceitful that old man of Feng was, he was just an ordinary old man.

Like Sun and his party, Mr. Feng has things to take with him wherever he goes.

One is a briefcase and the other is a newspaper.

Chen Yang closed the newsstand, and faced more than a dozen faces with languid vitality.

"Everyone, I have a question for you."

Chen Yang said: "From the early morning of last night to this morning, we gathered in the ninth waiting room. During this time period, did any of you keep your eyes on Lao Li?"

Everyone is a little dull.

"Around 37:[-] in the morning, I was looking at my phone."

A Japanese-looking male passenger said: "When you leave the ninth waiting room, the uncle came out with another passenger from K32, and has been at the bookstall outside since then. We are all there, and we can all testify. "

The enunciation is clear and the organization is not bad.

Chen Yang recognized him as the young man who was misunderstood by the old man as an accomplice to a thief, and his words had a certain weight among newcomers.

One word can ease the atmosphere.

Chen Yang's eyes passed by the man, and moved to the young woman beside him, with an apple face and round eyes, very cute.

"Then did you see Lao Li going downstairs?"

"No."

Except for the mute and Sun and his party, everyone answered without hesitation.

Chen Yang asked again, with a serious tone: "Really?"

Those who have answered, this time there is hesitation on their faces.

Not sure anymore.

That person is not their friend or relative and will not always pay attention.

They are very sleepy from early morning to morning, and they all have uncontrollable naps.

Chen Yang sighed, the workers knew what Lao Li was doing best.

It's a pity that when Lao Li was found dead, the workers had already locked the door before him, and there was no chance to inquire.

That ghost is not necessarily Lao Li.

If it's someone else pretending to be a ghost, the mentality is like Wen Qing's, playing games.

Then in order for them to accompany it to the end, lead them to the newsstand and leave clues inside, just like fishing.

But nothing was found.

Assuming it was Lao Li, what did he mean by calling them to the newsstand?

The body will definitely be found, there is no need to say that.

When Chen Yang scratched his ear, he was burned, and the pain caused him to gasp a few times.

I always feel that there is something wrong with Lao Li's death, but I can't figure it out.

There are places to eat on the first and second floors of the station.

Everyone is on the first floor.

There is no chef in the restaurant, only ingredients and seasonings, and kitchen utensils except knives.

Chen Yang cooked a pot of beef noodles.

The beef is ready-made, sliced ​​very thin, and there are also ingredients such as green onion and coriander. The noodles are very fragrant, and Chen Yang's cooking skills are fully displayed.

Chen Yang filled three bowls of noodles, and there was still some left in the pot, so Xiang Dong, who smelled the smell, cleaned up.

The four of them probably wanted to have a good meal, so instead of joining one table, they occupied three tables.

Elder Feng and Xiang Dong are at the same table, while Chen Yang and Chao Jian are at the same table.

Chen Yang gave Chao Jian two tissues: "The knives are gone, the knives and forks in the western restaurant are gone, that's all, but the fire ax in the fire cabinet is gone, and there is no self-defense in the station, so I don't feel safe. "

Hit Jane's chopsticks on his chopsticks.

Chen Yang didn't react for a moment: "Why?"

It wasn't until the next moment that I understood what he meant.

Chopsticks have the same effect as nails, which can be used for self-defense.

The stone in Chen Yang's heart moved a little bit away, and he relaxed a lot.

When you leave later, take a pair of chopsticks and hide them in your sleeves.

"Xiao Chen, your cooking is really good."

Old Feng was full of praise, and threatened to go to his house for a meal when he went out.

Before Chen Yang could say anything, Xiang Dong was like a pig arching a trough, snoring and eating most of the bowl of noodles, and said inarticulately: "Old man, I advise you to save yourself, he is a real person except that he is afraid of ghosts. It's all fake, the whole thing is hypocritical and hypocritical, hypocritical and squeamish, the best at disguising..."

Xiang Dong acted like a gossip: "He has deceived many people by pretending to be a meek and honest man."

"Even if he agrees to you, he is fooling you."

Old Feng took a sip of the hot noodle soup lazily: "Speaking so much, does he know you well?"

east:"……"

Hearing this, Chen Yang choked on eating noodles, he pushed away the noodle bowl and coughed, the blisters on the back of his head hurt again, and tears burst out.

Chao Jian gave him a water glass: "The medicine will be served later."

"Cough cough...cough..." Chen Yang coughed and drank some water, "It really won't work if you are half-hearted, even eating."

Chao Jian frowned: "Are you still eating?"

"Eat," Chen Yang covered the cup, "there is still braised pork in the kitchen, let's make braised pork rice tonight."

Looking at Jane's red eyes: "Don't take others."

Chen Yang didn't reply, and heard the boy say again: "I'm not full."

"...I didn't consider your appetite." Chen Yang sucked the noodles from his mouth, "I'll eat the noodles first, and then I'll see if I can make you something."

Chao Jian's facial muscles were tense, her voice was low and cold: "It's like this at noon, I'm talking about the evening."

Chen Yang responded in his sense of oppression: "According to what you said, it will be just the two of us at night."

Suddenly there was a gaze, and Chen Yang greeted him: "Old Feng, what's the matter?"

"It's okay." Old Feng spread out the newspaper.

Chen Yang looked carefully at the People's Daily, but couldn't tell which edition it was.

He never reads the newspaper, does not understand.

Xiang Dong at the table next to Mr. Feng was also full, and the artist took out a palm-sized book, the paper was yellowed and old, and the old man pushing a cart on the cover was very eye-catching.

Chen Yang kicked his eyes: "Where is the pornographic book?"

Xiang Dong corrected it solemnly: "What kind of dirty book, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand it, it's an adult book."

As he spoke, he opened the inside page and showed it to Chen Yang.

It's still watercolor, Chen Yang glanced at it: "You still bring this thing with you when you do missions?"

"So we have been roommates for four years for nothing, you really don't understand your brother."

Crossing his legs to the east, he shook the yellow book in his hand: "This, I found it in the newsstand to the west, is the place where Lao Li died."

"Pornography is also a book. It's old and has a strong sense of clues. If you're interested, we can discuss it together."

Chen Yang bit the corner of his mouth lightly.

Xiangdong understood his action, knew that he was thinking about it, and was going to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, so he killed Cheng Yaojin.

"Want to discuss, I have."

Zhao Jian took out a copy from his coat pocket as if by magic.

Chen Yang looked at the ones on the table and at the ones in Xiang Dong's hand, he wanted them all.

Chao Jian took out another copy and put it in front of him: "Is it enough?"

Chen Yang swallowed his saliva, and stopped reading Xiang Dong's book: "Enough."

Xiang Dong swore that he would find a chance to kill the man with the broken leg, absolutely.

Damn, younger than him, about two centimeters taller than him, and has received the attention of Chen Yang, a Chinese cabbage. Even if there is no spark of love, then there is trust, so why not keep it if you don't beat him to death?

He doesn't look as masculine as he does, so he's fascinated by little girls.

Chen Yang is not such a superficial person. He failed to use beauty tricks many times in the rehabilitation center. Why did he fall in love with that kid?

It's not just that the other party can take him to do the task, right?

Xiang Dong flipped through the yellow book, the old paper couldn't withstand tossing, it was about to fall apart by him.

Chen Yang was not in a hurry to read the two books Chao Jian gave, he sat down at Mr. Feng's table: "Mr. Feng, Wen Qing said you are a fortune teller."

"A little research." Feng Lao showed a humble attitude.

Chen Yang lowered his voice: "Then you really made a fortune about this mission before you set off?"

Elder Feng glanced at him, then continued to browse the newspapers.

Chen Yang's volume was even lower: "What is it?"

Feng Lao asked: "Really want to know?"

Looking at it from a close distance, Chen Yang saw that the old man had three-dimensional facial features, and he must have been very handsome when he was young: "Yeah."

"Don't young people today believe in science?" Feng Lao said, "Is there still such a superstition?"

Chen Yang smiled: "I just listen to it casually."

"Okay, then I'll just talk about it."

As soon as Mr. Feng put away the newspaper, he stared at him with his not-so-pure eyes, and opened and closed his puckered mouth: "It's fierce."

Those two words hit Chen Yang's mind, stirring up waves.

Chen Yang felt like drowning. He didn't know when Feng Lao and Xiang Dong left. He felt himself ups and downs in the stormy sea.

"Chen Yang."

"Chen Yang."

Calls came one after another, low and deep, Chen Yang watched the young man's two very pale lips open, and it took him a long time to recover his hearing: "Ang."

Chao Jane looked at him silently.

Chen Yang was sweating profusely on his back: "I am a thoughtful person, I think a lot."

Then there is a sentence that doesn't match the preamble: "I want to go for a run in the lobby."

Chao Jian: "..."

Chen Yang really felt that he needed to exercise.

"Look at us being chased by monsters on Xiaoyin Island. Life and death are fast. There are only upstairs and downstairs here. We can't walk many steps. Exercise is good for..."

Chen Yang swallowed the rest of the words, and shouted to Sun Xingxing who carried the briefcase over, "Didn't you feel what happened to Lao Li?"

Sun Xingxing already knew that Chen Yang didn't want to get too close to him in the morning, so he wisely stayed a little further away: "No."

Sun Xingxing lowered his eyes: "I didn't feel anything."

Chen Yang probed without trace: "At that time, there were three ghosts in the cab, the one pretending to be Lao Li, the one attached to the worker's body, and the lighter ghost. You didn't perceive any of them?"

Sun Xingxing shook his head, his expression aggrieved and a little miserable: "As I said, I can only feel ghosts occasionally...not every time."

Chen Yang touched Chao Jian's crutch and tapped it with his fingertips. It was one thing to listen to it, but another to realize it.

Regarding Sun Xingxing's special physique, it can be summed up in three words, which is unreliable.

Sun and his party choked up.

Chen Yang looked at the court slips, wanting him to have a word with Sun and his party.

Chao Jian didn't show any sign of asking, and didn't even glance at her.

Chen Yang had no choice but to do it himself: "Mr. Sun, I'm not your boss, I won't fire you just because you didn't feel them this time, you don't have to."

Sun and his party picked at the briefcase, sobbing softly: "I know, I am useless, it's all my fault, I'm so useless."

Chen Yang gave him a tissue and said helplessly, "Don't cry."

Sun Xingxing looked at the tissue with red eyes, was startled, and said abruptly: "That ghost is not pretending to be Lao Li, he is."

Chen Yang raised his head abruptly: "Are you sure?"

"Well," Sun and his party took the paper towels, and instead of sticking them all over their faces, they used them from one corner as before, which was very economical.

"Why didn't you say that just now?"

"I didn't remember." Sun Xingxing sniffed.

Chen Yang thought to himself, the possibility of "it was pretended by other ghosts" was ruled out.

Since it is Lao Li, then he has to break every word of his last words to everyone to see if there is anything hidden in it.

The uniform ghost that Lao Li mentioned...

Chen Yang asked Chao Jian in a low voice: "During the past 20 years, are the thirteen people who died accidentally at the train station really just passengers and no staff?"

"No." Chao Jian said.

Chen Yang was full of doubts. What is the purpose of Lao Li's lying?

The point is actually not ghosts, but uniforms?

What is he going to tell them?

There is also a strange thing, why among the four dead people, only Lao Li can appear as a ghost, and no one else can.

"Why are our honest uncles crying?" Wen Qing walked into the restaurant carrying a bag, and jokingly said to Chen Yang, "Handsome guy, you are bullying."

Chen Yang looked at his livid face: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Wen Qing tilted his buttocks, sat on the table, took out the paper bag from the bag, and took a bite of the hamburger, "You guys have eaten the noodles, you cooked them, take me with you next time, let me also Try it."

Chen Yang smelled the fragrance and glanced at his other two paper bags.

"Take it." Wen Qing casually threw one to him.

It was Wen Qing's own chicken wings grilled in a fast food restaurant. It was golden yellow, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It looked very appetizing.

Chen Yang opened the paper bag, his saliva was about to flow out, he asked Chao Jian and Sun and his party patiently: "Do you want it?"

Sun Xingxing said in trepidation, "No, I don't want it, I've eaten it."

Chao Jian's response was: "Give me the rest of your food."

Chen Yang whispered, "I suggest that if you want to eat, take it now."

There is nothing left.

Glancing at Jane with a greedy look, his forehead moved: "It doesn't matter, eat your own."

"That's fine." Chen Yang squeezed out a chicken wing through the paper bag, and when he remembered something, he approached Wen Qing, "Does the fast food restaurant have bamboo sticks?"

"I didn't see it." Wen Qing squinted his eyes, "Why, looking for self-defense?"

Chen Yang was speechless.

Wen Qing leaned back a little and looked at the back of his head. There was a circle of marks around the blisters, and the color would become darker and darker: "Handsome guy, the main thing you want to guard against is ghosts. No amount of self-defense items will help. Pray more."

"Come out! Look! The blood is gone!"

There was a bloody voice outside, shouting to inform everyone while running like selling newspapers.

Chen Yang and his entourage went to the hall, and found that there were only dirty and gray footprints on the ground outside the station, not a single drop of blood.

The invisible train that ran over people to death last night seemed to be a dream.

At the same time, more than [-] people fell into the dream.

Everyone started talking about it, and just finished the brunch, and the pervasive popularity was quite heavy.

"Is there a time, once it arrives, all the dead here will disappear?"

"That's fine, it's really scary to be around dead bodies."

"The flesh and blood at the door disappeared, what about the two buckets of broken corpses?"

"Yes, is the broken corpse still there?"

"..."

A few more courageous people went to the second floor to look at it, and the broken corpse was still there.

That is, the time has not yet come.

Chen Yang recalled the time of the newcomer's death last night, took out his mobile phone to see what time it is, and remembered the time.

See when the broken corpse disappears.

At this moment, someone exclaimed: "Prompt screen! Look!"

The discussion stopped suddenly, and everyone else looked at the large prompt screen behind them.

Four shifts are still four shifts, but the order has changed.

last night was-

K1856, No. 18, 21:55, the fourth waiting room is on time

T57, the first waiting room at 18:13 on the 20th is on time

3291, No. 17, 04:10, the fifth waiting room is on time

K32, No. 16, 09:35, the ninth waiting room is on time

It is--

K32, No. 16, 09:35, the ninth waiting room is on time

3291, No. 17, 04:10, the fifth waiting room is on time

T57, the first waiting room at 18:13 on the 20th is on time

K1856, No. 18, 21:55, the fourth waiting room is on time

The order of departure dates has changed from backward to positive.

and……

The row of K32 is all gray.

"Grey..."

Chen Yang said, "Is it because everyone on that shift died?"

Chao Jian: "Yes."

Chen Yang touched his pocket and put the ticket in it. He searched for the former Japanese brother in the crowd, and wanted to hear what the representative of the newcomer thought.

The Japanese brother was suddenly targeted, he was taken aback, and Fuzhi expressed his analysis in his heart.

"The order is specially changed back to emphasize the date. The ghost wants to tell us that it will kill people according to this, one train and one train. Starting from the earliest train, everyone will die."

The air flow in the hall froze, forming a block of ice that pressed the sky above, and the air became thin and cold.

Connect to 32 under K3291.

Whoever was on that train can be found almost at a glance.

The panic on his face couldn't be hidden.

"Can I exchange tickets?!" A voice came from the crowd.

Chen Yang heard the sound and looked, it was one of the trendy men and women who spoke, the man with the earrings who called the only girl among them a whore.

Last night he said that he was the car in the early morning of the 17th, and he wanted to find a place to sleep for a while, so that the time would pass faster when he fell asleep, and he also said that he couldn't stay in a ghostly place.

After that quarrel, K32 died three more people. Judging by his decadent mental outlook, it must be because he didn't have the guts to find a place to sleep by himself.

The car in the early morning of the 17th is 3291.

Now that the boy asks this question, it's obvious what he's thinking.

He wanted to steal the tickets of the people on the next shift.

Just kind of stupid.

Following the question of the man with the earrings, something was going on in the hall.

Chen Yang is very familiar with it.

Wen Qing, who treats tasks as a game, likes this situation the most. What's the point of ghosts? Fighting with people is fun. He excitedly walked up to the man with the stud earrings and asked very straightforwardly.

"Student, who do you want to exchange your 3291 ticket for?"

The earring man choked.

The three companions around him all left him at the same time, their faces full of vigilance.

Several people are from the same town and went to college in different cities. This time they went back to their hometown to attend a small wedding.

I came to the station together yesterday evening, and I took the bus back to school in the evening.

When picking up the tickets, we all looked at each other.

Later, when they entered the station in this space, they were bored with no mobile phone signal, so they took out their tickets and played a game to see who could fly farther.

The three are still retreating, they are all two trains behind 3291, this guy knows.

"See, your companions have all abandoned you." Wen Qing tsk-tsk, "You grew up together, that's all, how pitiful."

The man with the earrings looked at his three companions.

The two men and one woman avoided his sight.

"Your companions are ignoring you. Who would want to change with someone you don't know?"

Wen Qing watched him glance at the little girls, and knew what he was planning: "You are not the most handsome in this group, you need to show some face, huh?"

The man with the earrings turned blue and red: "Fuck you..."

A half coin was stuffed into his gaping mouth.

"Mentally retarded, if you want to change, change it, grab it if you want it, steal it if you want it, and ask, why, you want the people on the next train to cover up their tickets and hide around, playing hide-and-seek with you?"

While the boy was in a daze, Wen Qing pulled the coin out of his mouth and wiped the saliva on his clothes.

"Oh, it's going to be busy today."

Wen Qing scanned around, and reminded very friendly: "Brothers and sisters of 3291, please close your emojis, I'm afraid others won't know how panicked you are."

He smiled again: "Other trains, be careful."

Everyone looked at him like a monster.

This episode made the atmosphere in the station tense.

Some T57 and K1856 twisted into a hemp rope in order to form a group and show each other's votes to gain trust.

Those with ulterior motives are waiting for an opportunity to move.

The red ticket is not a real-name system, there is no name, the ghost just wants them to change it, it must be like this!

The man with the earrings didn't want to die in this different space like his brother who was hit to death by a train last night, he wanted to go back.

The three companions were moved by him and decided to grab other people's tickets together with him, and they wanted to change all to the same train number.

In this way, they can take care of each other later.

Walk together.

In the end, no one expected that the man with the earrings would die before the group could do anything in the afternoon.

His companions soon joined him.

A few more died one after another.

The wave of people who died this afternoon was not only the passengers of 3291, but also T57 and the last flight K1856.

It shows that the analysis in the morning is wrong.

Of the four passengers on the first flight K32, one of them did not stay because of other reasons.

The killing of ghosts is not based on the order of departure of trains.

It's not that the closer the train is, the safer it is.

There's no point exchanging tickets, damn or die.

That Japanese brother was very guilty, he doubted his life by the glass guardrail on the second floor.

The apple-faced woman comforted at the side: "Senior Brother Lin, they didn't fight each other because they listened to your point of view, but they were killed by ghosts, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Xiaoxiao, are you afraid?" Brother Lin held her hand.

"Afraid." Xiaoxiao took out her hand and forced a smile, "Why aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid it's useless. We're all in the next car. It's past four o'clock in the morning...it's almost here..."

Brother Lin shook her hand again and said firmly, "I will definitely take you out of here!"

Xiaoxiao couldn't break free, a trace of powerlessness flashed in her eyes.

From a distance of not too far, Chen Yang has been looking at it for a long time, and he looks very good.

Men are affectionate, women are unintentional.

Chen Yang casually went to find the quarreling couple again. The two sat on the big suitcase, still cuddling head to head.

It seems that it is not 3291, it is T57 in [-] out of [-].

"These dead people must have seen the same thing, or done the same thing."

Chen Yang tied the loose shoelaces: "What could it be?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he grabbed the teenager beside him: "We don't seem to have seen each other's tickets."

Chao Jian: "Yes."

Chen Yang's breathing quickened.

After the first deceased appeared last night, the ticket was blown into the station. Someone read out that the train number was K32. At that time, Lao Li immediately took out his ticket and said, "He is on the same train as me."

Lao Li also asked if anyone else was on that train.

If Chen Yang remembered correctly, after Lao Li finished yelling, the bald head and the workers took out the tickets on the spot.

So the three of them huddled together.

"Chao Jian!"

Chen Yang shook the arm he was holding between his fingers excitedly, and said to him quickly: "We'll know what's going on right away!"

Just get people together and ask a question.

Chen Yang immediately called over those who were still alive, Wen Qing Xiangdong and the others were also there.

"I ask you."

Chen Yang's sneakers touched Chao Jian's crutches, and his observing eyes walked on everyone: "Since entering the mission world last night, have you not shown your bus tickets to others? Think clearly."

Everyone didn't know why, so they all thought about it carefully and nodded unanimously.

After the speculation was confirmed, Chen Yang's eyes suddenly widened. He swallowed, took a deep breath and said, "Then we can understand it this way. The one who died is that the ticket was seen by others."

"They broke the rules."

Most of the people present looked at each other in blank dismay. They were in a panic during this time and didn't think about the tickets on their bodies.

When others ask, they also talk about it verbally.

Now I feel that I am confused, and I just slipped back from the gate of hell by such a coincidence.

After Chen Yang said that, he didn't say anything. The blisters were very painful and felt a little bigger. He dragged Chao Jian to the VIP room, intending to lie down for a while.

By the way, look at those two yellow|books.

Xiang Dong found that Chen Yang's destination was the VIP room, and he wanted to go too. A small woman walked in front of him, and she retreated a little due to his ferocious hormonal aura.

"Excuse me, since everyone who violates the rules will die, why is it the turn of the people on the next train after the first train dies?"

The woman found the wrong person, Xiang Dong has always been unrespectful towards the opposite sex, only has a bad face.

"Has your brain been eaten by zombies? You won't even be able to send sub-questions."

Xiang Dong held a cigarette, and said impatiently: "Obviously, when we clean up the offenders, we will come in the order of the ticket information."

The woman withdrew into the crowd, and another one who was prettier than her came out and dared to look eastward, it was Xiaoxiao.

"Sir," Xiaoxiao asked, "We have hidden the tickets and there is no violation of the rules. Will we be able to get on the bus without dying?"

"Beautiful thinking." Xiang Dong took a puff of cigarette at her, "Just escaped the first round."

Everyone's faces turned pale.

The rule of "the ticket cannot be seen by others" was introduced after the death of those people.

With the new rules coming out next, how many more people will die?

Chen Yang's plan to search pornographic books to see if there was any information failed to materialize.

Can't see it.

The person next to him opened a pair of deep black eyes, and if his eyes never fell on him, he always had the illusion of leading a bad student.

I can only wait for someone to fall asleep before he reads.

However, Chao Jian didn't want to sleep for the time being, she was very energetic, and silently urged Chen Yang to read quickly, as if waiting for an academic exchange.

Chen Yang flickered him saying that his eyes hurt, and told him to go to the first floor with him.

So many people died, and the appearance of the death was horrific, but the station was not very gloomy, mainly because all the lights were on all the time, and the hall was extremely bright.

Chen Yang followed Chao Jian closely.

I don't know when the second round of rules will come out, and what it will be.

Chen Yang ran into a mute in front of a small shop, and the mute pointed to the back of his head with concerned eyes, and asked him how the burn was.

"It's much better." Chen Yang said nonsense.

The mute writes post-it notes to him.

【Brother, you will be fine. 】

At this moment, a luggage security inspection machine suddenly rang, and the belt slowly rotated with the rollers.

"Uh-huh...uh-huh..."

Chen Yang heard the noise and looked over, his back went numb for a moment, he grabbed Chao Jian's crutch and said, "Let's not go there, it's right here."

Chao Jian: "Loosen your hand, don't hold it so tightly."

"Sorry." Chen Yang said, but his hands gripped even tighter, a habit he had just formed.

Chao Jian: "..."

Go back and put away this pair of crutches and change to a pair that is easy to grab.

The sound of the rolling wheels rises and falls, muffled and low.

Everyone came together.

"What's the matter? Why did the security machine ring?"

"Did someone come in?"

Everyone looked at the gate of the station, and it was dark.

Nobody came in.

The security check machine was still rolling, but no luggage appeared.

"What are you doing?" Xiang Dong breathed out a rough breath, leaned down with a strong body, and carefully looked at the lead in the security inspection machine.