ID number 019

Area A

Chen Yang found the shampoo area, and put the bottle spit out by the security inspection machine on it.

This time the position of the shelf and the notch corresponds to 35.

"Hey, what exactly do these numbers mean?" Chen Yang used his imagination, "The strokes of a certain tasker's name?"

He denies himself: "Is there a name with so many strokes? A name with four characters? But if 35 really represents the number of strokes, the one in D area should be the same. The number is 47, too many."

The young man beside him didn't say a word, Chen Yang turned his face and asked, "What are you thinking of?"

Chao Jian looked away from behind his head: "It's about to break."

Chen Yang was waiting for his answer, and said blankly, "Ah? What's going to break?"

Chao Jian: "Blisters."

"I didn't touch it." Chen Yang took a breath, "Didn't you keep applying ointment, what would happen if it broke? Infection?"

Zhao Jian said in a deep voice, "Go to Area B."

"Wait for me," Chen Yang dragged his family's large pack of toilet paper, "47,35, 47, [-]..."

He stopped in his tracks: "I seem to have seen the number 35 somewhere."

Where are you coming from, where are you...

where……

35,35...

When Chen Yang was about to touch the answer, Sun Xingxing's shouts dragged him back.

Sun Xingxing said in a panic: "Mr. Chen, that aunt is dead."

Chen Yang still had the echo of the number "35" in his mind: "What?"

"That aunt." Sun and his party hugged the briefcase tightly, "The last passenger of 3291, she died."

There was not much movement in Area B.

Xiaoxiao, who had witnessed everything, was not the type to yell, the more she was afraid, the more she could not make a sound, she just vomited.

Seeing a person peel off the skin on his face with his own eyes is many times more shocking than being licked with his tongue.

The psychological shadow of a lifetime! ! !

Xiaoxiao vomited once before, but now the vomited water is mixed with blood, and her stomach hurts like being scratched by a razor blade.

Brother Lin was also stupid, and forgot to comfort her.

This is what Chen Yang saw when he came over. He turned his eyes away from the pair of brothers and sisters, and turned to the middle-aged woman's body on the ground.

"Where's her face?" Chen Yang asked.

Xiaoxiao just vomited on the verge of death, Senior Brother Lin was still dumbfounded.

Chen Yang squatted down to look at the mask in the corpse's hand, which was crumpled and embedded between her fingers.

Hold tight.

Very precious, very important to the same.

Chen Yang took out a chopstick from his sleeve, and vigorously poked open the corpse's fingers, and the mask came out.

Pushing the chopsticks here and there, the mask was flattened little by little.

"Face... This is her face..." Sun Xingxing said in a confused manner, "There is no blood, the skin has been peeled off... It is her face, she took off her own face..."

Chen Yang glanced at Sun Xingxing. Such a weak and timid person has stronger psychological endurance than most people.

Not stupid or spit, can still talk, can call him.Just like the last time someone lost his head in the toilet.

Chen Yang suddenly asked: "Mr. Sun, these two people seem to be too scared to shout, and no one else outside knows, how did you know?"

Sun Xingxing leaned against the shelf tremblingly, and said after a while that he was nearby: "I saw Xiaoxiao running out of the store, Senior Brother Lin helped her into the store, the two of them were staggering, I just... Just take a look."

"You are good." Chen Yang said.

Sun Xingxing's red eyes widened, and he looked at him timidly.

Chen Yang insisted on his opinion.

Sun Xingxing is a rookie with great potential and great resilience.

"Why did you die? It's really boring. I thought there was going to be a fight." A depressed grunt came from the door. Under the current situation, there was an indescribable sense of weirdness.

Chen Yang stood up: "Wen Qing, are you the one who spread the train number of Auntie?"

Wen Qing smiled evilly: "Handsome guy, this is the first time you call me."

Chen Yang: "..."

"Don't hit me, it's just lip service, there's no other meaning." Wen Qing avoided Li Mao's crutches, walked up to the pair of brothers and sisters, and blamed dissatisfiedly, "Why are you two so unbelievable, if you want to do it, hurry up!" Point, dilly-dally, let the rules preemptively start, really, bad."

Chen Yang frowned at him.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and blinked: "Handsome guy, you'll embarrass me if you look at me like that."

Chen Yang didn't joke with him: "You knew from the beginning that Auntie was on train number 3291?"

"No." Wen Qing leaned into his ear and said, "The little mute told me."

Chen Yang's face changed slightly.

Wen Qing didn't lie, when he caught the little mute coming out of the fourth waiting room, he blocked her and forced her to tell the story.

I want to see people bite people.

Three minus one, what a development.

It turned out to be like this, just like this, just like this? !

There was a momentary distortion in Wen Qing's eyes, showing the dark reality of human nature turned into a ghost movie.

Who the hell wants to see this!

Some people are terrified of ghosts, even knowing that the movies are fake, they can't imagine what it would be like to see a real ghost, but some people treat real ghosts and fake ghosts as farts, and treacherous human beings can make their souls tremble.

Wen Qing is the latter.Now he is angry and disappointed.

Chen Yang felt a lot of negative emotions from Wen Qing, like mites in the old bedding in a damp room, crawling towards him who was the closest to the other party, and he got goosebumps.

"Are you dumb?" Chen Yang thought of something.

Wen Qing glanced at Chen Yang with his thick bangs, and smiled nonchalantly for a while and said, "Shouldn't you ask about the rules?"

Chen Yang saw that he was back to normal, and his goosebumps came down one after another: "You can also see that 3291 may only allow two people to get on the bus, so that's why they did that. They want the three of them to kill each other, and get rid of the extra one."

"It's not possible." Wen Qing said, "That's it."

He giggled and said, "I smell the familiar malice in the rules, haven't you smelled it, smell it, smell it."

Chen Yang could only smell the heavy breath from Wen Qing's mouth, it was caused by indigestion, it was a bit sour, he was so close, the taste was hard to describe.

"Happy now." Wen Qing focused on the sober Japanese brother, "Congratulations."

Brother Lin swallowed in obscurity, he didn't look at him, and he didn't dare to look at the faceless corpse, he just helped his junior sister up: "Xiaoxiao, how are you, I'll carry you out."

Xiaoxiao couldn't walk well, so she pushed away his hand on her waist and didn't let him carry it.

Wen Qing smacked his lips: "We should support each other in times of difficulty, it's really unfriendly."

"It can't be helped, one just likes it, and the other just doesn't like it." He looked like he just remembered, "By the way, handsome guy, the things at the security check machine are missing, you took them, why are there two things left, What are you doing?"

Chen Yang's eyelids twitched, and then he remembered that he was interrupted by the dead body. He hurried to pull the young man who seemed to be distracted for some reason.

"Let's hurry..." Chen Yang paused, his eyes quickly looked at the face of this chain store.

Isn't that bottle of facial cleanser the same brand? !

Chen Yang found the gap as quickly as possible, and filled in the facial cleanser.

32.

"47, 35, 32." Chen Yang murmured, "It's the last one, which two numbers will be associated with the family pack of toilet paper?"

Just let it go and you'll know.

Chen Yang asked Shang Chaojian to go out, and before leaving, he asked Sun and his party to find a place to rest and stop limping.

Wen Qing followed them.

"It turned out to be like this. The four are things in the station, and each is a set of numbers." Wen Qing had figured out the pattern through the 32 revealed by Chen Yang, and he said excitedly, "The four sets of numbers are for addition and subtraction. Is it multiplication and division? Or is there some sequence? Oops, when I was in school, I was tested in single-digit math, so I couldn’t do anything about it.”

Wen Qing didn't want anyone to pay attention to him, he touched his chin comfortably, and said to himself: "Of course it can't be ruled out that it's independent, four groups. The seat number on the ticket is also possible..."

The muscles on Chen Yang's face tensed suddenly.

He remembered!

He knows what 35 is!

Chen Yang touched his jacket pocket out of breath, and took out the oil-headed man's ticket.

Looking down at Jane.

Both of them were speechless for a moment.

Wen Qing stretched his neck to take a look: "The seat number above is 05, it doesn't belong to those three groups..."

"It's not the seat number, it's the printing number." Chen Yang's finger holding the ticket turned white, and said in a hoarse voice, "The last two."

"Wow..." Wen Qing exaggeratedly exclaimed, "It really is."

The location of the shampoo is the last two digits of the printed code of the oil-headed male ticket.Is this a coincidence, you will know when you bring the middle-aged woman's ticket.

Chen Yang had to follow Chao Jian closely, he couldn't go alone, the two of them couldn't move quickly together, this task could only fall on Wen Qing's head.

Wen Qing didn't pretend to be aggressive this time, and brought back the ticket at a reasonable speed.

"Handsome guy." Wen Qing held up the ticket, looked at Chen Yang with appreciation and approval that he didn't have before, "You are right."

The last two digits of the printing number are really 32.

Area A, 35, oily man.

Area B, 32, a middle-aged woman.

Both died.

C hasn't gone yet.

Area D is 47, which passenger does not know.

The three of Chen Yang went to Area C without delay, and found the place where the family installed toilet paper to put it back.

Area C, 13.

Chen Yang blocked his ticket and looked at it. The last two digits of the number printed on the upper left corner were neither 47 nor 13. He asked Chao Jian to check it too.

"No." Chao Jian said.

Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief, that's good.

"I understand now." Wen Qing, who had also checked the tickets, said, "This round of security check machine spit out four things, according to their positions in the station to find the corresponding printed codes, find four people to clean up, some There is a time limit, and you don’t have to die if you put the things back before then. The order of cleaning is alphabetical in the area where the items are located, and it has nothing to do with the train number.”

Chen Yang made a "hmm" sound, the ticket printing number of the greasy-headed man corresponds to shampoo, and it is in zone A, so he is the first one.

The facial cleanser corresponding to middle-aged women is in area B, so she is the second.

"Then C and D don't have to die now, the two items have already been put back." Ten seconds after Chen Yang finished speaking, the second floor fell down and there was a commotion, and someone died.

The one who died should be from area C.

Chen Yang said suspiciously: "Didn't the super big bag of toilet paper be put back? How could it still be dead?"

"Death before things are put back in their place," said Chao Jian.

Chen Yang stopped talking.

The one who died was a boy, the last train number k1856.

When he died, he was with a young man in his early twenties, T57.

Young people will die.

Chen Yang on the escalator was not doing well either. The severe pain behind his head made him scream uncontrollably, and he couldn't see anything for a moment.

When consciousness and senses were restored, the other person had left the escalator and was sitting on the ground.

Chao Jian leaned on crutches and stood aside, neither opening nor leaving.

The clothes inside Chen Yang's coat were wet, and the fabric stuck to his thin and lean back, covered with sweat. He wiped the same wet forehead and stroked back, touching his short cut: "I can understand those who want to be the front man. The person on the train is gone."

Zhao Jian raised his crutches and poked him: "Get up."

"No sympathy," Chen Yang grabbed the crutches and sighed pretending to be annoyed, "I'm dying of pain, don't let me complain and be lazy."

Zhao Jian looked down at him, her cheeks moved, and she was grinding her molars faintly: "Get up, I'll apply the medicine for you."

"You have to finish your sentence at once, brother."

Chen Yang let out a breath, stood up with difficulty, and turned the back of his head to him.

Before there was any movement behind, Chen Yang hurriedly said: "Don't tell me whether the bubble is broken or not, and don't..."

"broken."

Chen Yang: "...Oh, no wonder."

Chen Yang had a spirit of returning to the light: "It has flowed to the neck, it feels wet."

"Shut up." The young man lowered his eyes, his face was tense, his voice was as impatient as his movements to clean up his secretions.

Here, Chao Jian was still treating Chen Yang's burns, and the third waiting room was filled with a series of people screaming on their backs.

I've seen ghosts, I've seen corpses of many different ways of death, and I can still be frightened so much, I can imagine what happened there.

It was Sun Xingxing who reported the letter again, and he once again showed incredible strength.

"Belly...belly!" Sun Xingxing's eyes were about to pop out of his sockets, "The belly is getting bigger!"

Seeing the burn on the back of Chen Yang's head, Sun Xingxing swallowed his horrified cry, his mouth was open, his face was dull.

A few seconds later, he turned his head and covered his mouth, and the sound of nausea and retching flowed out from between his fingers.

Chen Yang looked at Shangsun and his party's guilty and embarrassing eyes, and returned understanding comfort, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

It would be nice if he didn't vomit, he vomited like that himself.

The partner is not a normal person, no one can compare.

The blisters behind Chen Yang's ears were still unbroken, and they were round. All he could do was ignore them as much as possible.

The more I think about it, the more it hurts.

After the young man finished his work, Chen Yang accompanied him to wash his hands.

"It's a good thing you don't have a cleanliness," Chen Yang said, "If you're like a painter, you'll dislike me even if you wear gloves."

Chao Jian finished washing her hands in silence, wiped them with a tissue, and left holding her crutches.

Chen Yang looked at the boy's back, he was as cold as usual, but he felt that the boy was in a bad mood.

Don't know the reason.

Sun and his party were waiting outside the bathroom. As soon as Chen Yang and Chao Jian came out, he led the way to the third waiting room.

When they reached the door, Sun and his party stepped back and said in shock, "It wasn't that big just now."

Chen Yang got a message from his words, it's big again.

The belly of the dead boy is still growing.

Chen Yang's first reaction was a ghost. His mind flashed through the relevant clips that his sister told him, and he stretched out his hand towards Jane's crutch.

"Is there a baby among the 13 people who died?" After Chen Yang asked Chao Jian, he had the answer. Even if there was a baby, it would have grown up long ago.

The unborn one grew into a bloody human figure.

Chen Yang asked Sun Xingxing with his eyes, but the other party shook his head, but he didn't feel the ghost.

With Sun and his party's reply, and because he didn't feel the yin around him, Chen Yang relaxed. He found the ticket on the body of the dead tasker.

The printing number is XXXXX13.

In area C, the order of death is ranked third.

Chen Yang asked the frightened young man, "What did this man eat before he died?"

The young man hugged himself and shrank in the chair: "I don't know, I don't know."

"I didn't know him at first, and we formed an alliance after we came here. We have the same views. We made an appointment to play games together after going out. It has been fine. He is the last class. I am in front of him. He is safer than me. What? Knew he would..."

"What did he eat? I don't know what he ate. He suddenly asked me if I had anything to eat."

"I gave it to him, but he still asked, I asked him to go to the supermarket to get it if I didn't have it in my bag. If he didn't go, he asked me if I had anything to eat, if I had any food, if I had any food, and kept asking."

As if the voice was still in his ears, the young man tightly covered his ears, his mouth tossing and turning nervously: "He asked me if I have any food, if I have any food, keep asking, if there is any food, is there any food... ..."

In such a short while, the belly of the corpse unexpectedly grew a lot bigger, and the clothes on the chest bulged out.

Like a pregnant woman about to give birth.

The zippers on the outer clothes were stretched to the extreme, making a tooth-piercing "squeaky" sound.

After a few breaths, the zipper teeth are all split.

The outer clothes were open to the sides, and the yellow long-sleeved shirt inside was deformed by the top.

The waist seam began to split inch by inch.

The hem of the clothes moved up, exposing the huge belly, the navel protruding, and the blood vessels under the belly were about to pierce the skin.

Something is coming out.

If this picture is placed in a movie, the audience will say that the post-production is realistic and the visual effects are first-class, which can make people feel the tension of being on the scene.

When it actually happened, there was no tension, only terror.

Chen Yang stared at the belly of the corpse warily. He backed up, backed up again, not only retreated himself, but also pulled Chao Jian back.

Leaning on crutches, Chao Jian was pulled staggeringly: "Hand."

Before the word "take it away" was uttered, Chen Yang said: "I'm holding you, don't worry."

Chao Jian: "..."

"bang"

The sound of a salute exploding.

Several people present looked over, the stomach of the corpse exploded, and there was toilet paper inside.

Like popcorn, it jumped out in groups.

It fell all over the place.

It was too quiet in the waiting room.

"The paper is still clean." Chen Yang made a sound in a daze, and pulled Chao Jian out in the next second.

Sun and his party came back to their senses, dragged the demented young man, and staggered away.

The door was also closed.

It will not be opened again until the body is gone.

Three people died one after another in a short period of time, and now only 12 people are alive.

Everyone meets in the fourth waiting room.

Chen Yang, Chao Jian, and Wen Qing have all checked, and "47 in D Area" is among the remaining nine people.

The nine people were Xiangdong, Mr. Feng, the painter, Sun Xingxing, the mute, senior brother Lin, Xiaoxiao, the young man who had just finished watching the toilet paper popcorn, and the little woman whose boyfriend died.

I don't know who the lucky guy who escaped was.

Chen Yang asked them to look at his ticket, but before he could say anything, he was stopped by a sharp voice.

It was the little woman, staring at her eyes that were so red that they were about to bleed: "Isn't it impossible to show the bus ticket to others? Why do you want us to do this now?"

"You idiot, won't you turn your back and watch for yourself?" Xiang Dong roared, turning his back as an example, and came out with the ticket, "Look, then what?"

Chen Yang waited for them to finish reading before asking: "Whose printing number has the last two digits 47?"

Xiaoxiao raised her hand: "Me."

Chen Yang looked at her fixedly, seeing her uneasiness and Shi Ran who was facing death into his eyes, and said softly: "You are so lucky."

Xiaoxiao knew the reason, and her face was unexpectedly stunned.

Brother Lin took her to thank Chen Yang.

"This is not due to me alone, but also thanks to Mr. Sun, who said he saw the paper spit out by the security inspection machine in the supermarket." Chen Yang pouted at Sun and his party, then looked at Chao Jian and Wen Qing, "The number of shelves my partner found is the same as He asked me to start looking for the number corresponding to the position of the item from Area A with the other three items. Then Mr. Wen mentioned the seat number of the ticket, and I thought of the set of numbers I had seen before."

Brother Lin and Xiaoxiao turned to Sun and his party, and to Jian, Wenqing bent over.

It was the first time for Sun and his party to be so sincerely thanked. He was at a loss and kept waving his hands and shaking his head.

The partner, a boy surnamed Chao, was expressionless.

Wen Qing was unwilling to accept this sentiment, and said one thing at a time: "In the mission world, strength, luck, and character are all necessary, and they are all indispensable." With a sincere expression on his face, "The one with more than 3291 doesn't need to do it!" Just remove it, and the lady can still be the only survivor among the four, which is gratifying."

Xiaoxiao didn't say anything.

When the atmosphere was still relaxed, the little woman went crazy. She asked Chen Yang and the others why they didn't discover the rules earlier. If they were earlier, her boyfriend wouldn't have to die.There are people like this everywhere.

"Ma'am, if I were you, I would just quietly wait to be reunited with my boyfriend." Wen Qing was in school one second, but lost his smile the next second, pointing at the door with a coin in his hand, "Get lost."

The little woman staggered towards the door, and suddenly rushed to Xiaoxiao's place, grabbing her face with her gnawed nails.

Brother Lin didn't have time to stop it.

Xiang Dong reacted quickly and gave a kick: "What the hell."

The woman didn't care about the pain on her body, she scolded Xiaoxiao resentfully: "Bitch!"

Xiaoxiao looked at her numbly.

This reaction stimulated the woman even more. Four people should have died in the second round. Why did this woman have such a good life to escape? Why?

The boyfriend and the other two are dead, why should one live, why not just die?

She wants to wait helplessly for the next rule here, but the other party is about to get in the car, and there is such a good man by her side, and she will never leave.

Why?

"Do you think you escaped the first round, and then the second round, and you will be able to get out soon?" The woman pointed at Xiaoxiao and shouted heart-piercingly, "Dream!"

Xiaoxiao's bloodless face turned blue.

"No one can get out, everyone will die." The woman walked towards the door with disheveled hair, turned around and pointed at the group of people in the waiting room, pointing one by one, "You, you, and you... You all have to die, and no one can go back alive, just like me, all the same!"

"Hahahahaha, all dead, all dead..." Crazy laughter came from the aisle.

Wen Qing tut tut: "Is this a symptom of one foot entering the gate of hell?"

Xiangdong rolled his eyes: "When we entered the mission world, one foot was closed at the gate of hell."

"Then she is lying in the gate of hell." Wen Qing stretched her waist, "3291 is good, it will be withdrawn in a few hours, and I will go to watch at that time. I haven't fulfilled my wish to send people on the train. This time I will Let me do it."

As he spoke, he set the timer on his phone and plugged his earphones into his ears.

Crying rang out in the waiting room.

The young man was full of snot and tears, crying uncontrollably: "The next one is me...I'm going to die..."

"Damn it, cry a few times, it's so noisy!" Xiang Dong kicked the back of the chair with a "bang", and then kicked it several times, panting fiercely, "Cry again, I will take you from two Throw it down and kill you!"

This is pretending to be cowardly and enjoying the mouthful.

Not to mention other tasks, in this task, the rules are paramount, and it has the final say.The life and death of the tasker is determined by it and cannot be interfered with.

Xiang Dong felt that this was a trick that anyone with a brain could see.

However, the young man didn't know that Xiang Dong was pretending to be coercive, and he didn't know the so-called tricks. He stopped crying in fear, and his eyes showed pain and struggle.

"Then...then you throw me down, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, early death and early rebirth, I really can't do it, I don't dare to hit the wall and commit suicide, I'm afraid." The young man rushed to Xiang Dong's feet and threw himself Hugging his leg and wailing, "Help me, help me, kill me—"

east:"……"

You can't kill the tasker, you can beat them.

Otherwise, the broken leg hit him so many times, how could nothing happen!

Squeeze your knuckles to the east.

Before the onset of rabies, Chen Yang pulled the young man aside: "What are you doing, you are looking for death if you have nothing to do."

The young man's face was ashen: "I am T57."

When Mr. Feng, who was about to go out, heard this, he immediately blew his beard and stared: "What's wrong with T57, old man, me too!"

Chen Yang looked at the old man: "Old Feng, you are T57."

"Yeah." Feng Lao said everything, and simply asked, "Who else is on the same train as an old man like me?"

Chen Yang told him the information he had: "At present, there are you, Mr. Feng, this brother, and the lady who went out just now. There are three of them."

"Three is a bit small, isn't it?" Elder Feng looked at the others and said meaningfully, "You young children have a lot of thoughts."

Everyone reacted differently.

The passengers of 3291 are transparent, and there are only two buses behind.

Chen Yang knows himself, facing Jian, and facing east is K1856.

The mute, Sun Xingxing, Wen Qing, and the artist didn't know which train it was.

Maybe someone is the fourth passenger of the T57.

When Chen Yang looked over, Sun and his party murmured: I am the last class.

Chen Yang frowned, taking out one of those who didn't know.

The mute and the painter left at some unknown time, and Wen Qing fell asleep on the chair, and the train number of the three was unknown.

In short, it is either K1856 or T57.

Brother Lin bid farewell: "Mr. Chen, my junior sister and I went to the next door, so we won't come out, just wait for the bus there."

"Go." Chen Yang said, "Be careful."

Chen Yang sat down in the row diagonally opposite to Wenqing's seat, with his backpack on his lap, and after searching for a while, he found nothing.

I wanted to eat something, but I lost my appetite when I turned it over.

"Would you like milk tablets?" Chen Yang looked at the teenager beside him, with the mentality of a mother, he didn't eat it himself, but hoped that the child would eat more, so that he would be fat for nothing.

Towards a brief one.

Xiang Dong barked and came over: "What good thing? I want it too."

If it was Zhao Yuanzai who survived Xiao Yindao, he would definitely stop Xiangdong and remind him that he is a solo eater.

But Zhao Yuan is not here.

So Xiangdong was attacked by hostility.

The dead pig Xiangdong was not afraid of the boiling water and said "ah", it's not your property, it's none of your business.

He raised his bruised chin provocatively: "Chen Yang, give me some."

Chen Yang said: "You are such an old man, what kind of milk tablets do you eat?"

Xiang Dong: "...Damn it, do you still dare to double punctuate?"

Chen Yang doesn't think it's a double standard, he just suffered from Xiang Dong's experience, he has a psychological shadow, and he won't show good looks.

"How old are you?" Chen Yang asked.

Glaring to the east: "Lao Tzu 28, what's wrong?"

Chen Yang pointed at the boy, and without blushing, said the classic lines of doting parents: "He's only nineteen, and he's still a child."

The child twitched at Jane's face.

Xiang Dong laughed contemptuously: "Don't you blush to be called a child?"

Chao Jian ate the milk tablet, and tilted his head at Chen Yang: "I want more."

Chen Yang grabbed a dozen of them and gave them to him.

Smoke from Xiang Dongqi's nostrils, Chinese cabbage has changed!Damn it!

The matter of milk tablets is small, but the matter involved is big.During this mission, Xiangdong saw how much Chen Yang and the one with the broken leg trusted each other, and they were inseparable.

The fact that Chen Yang hasn't fallen down is the best proof.

The man with the broken leg raised Chen Yang with yang energy, trying his best to block the erosion of ghost energy.

The key is that Chen Yang is obedient, doesn't run around, and always keeps up with the disabled leg.Otherwise, as soon as the distance is widened, the ghost energy will take advantage of the gap.

Xiang Dong was depressed. What he was depressed was not that Chen Yang was not eaten by a ghost, but that the level of trust between the two of them was not something that can be achieved in one or two missions.

It seems that they have experienced countless times of cooperation, and they can live and die together.

Xiang Dong crossed his legs and thought, apart from being afraid of ghosts, Chen Yang is good in everything else, so he is very suitable to be a partner.

It's a pity that the teammates in each mission are random.

Xiangdong's trembling legs stopped, yes, everyone is the same, there will be no fixed partner.The two might not be together next time.

The one with the broken leg had the same chance of doing the same mission as Chen Yang, no difference.

Thinking of this, Xiangdong immediately felt much happier. He looked at the disabled leg, and rubbed his dry lips: "Your leg is permanently disabled, right?"

Chao Jian; "..."

Chen Yang: "..."

"I see that your crutches are very smooth, and your speed is not slow." Xiang Dong sighed sympathetically, "But a crutch is still a crutch, it can't replace a leg, no matter how good you can walk on crutches, it can't compare to someone who can run. "

Chen Yang said before the boy moved his crutches: "Leave him alone."

"How long will it take for your legs to recover?" Chen Yang held back and asked in a low voice.

Chao Jian: "It needs to be raised."

Seeing that the young man was willing to open his mouth to answer the question, Chen Yang took advantage of the situation and asked, "How did you get hurt?"

Chao Jian stopped talking.

"Let's chat." Xiang Dong shouted, unwilling to be lonely, "What was your last mission, Xiaoshan Village? I have the first three for that mission, each village, each custom, each ghost, it is enough."

Chen Yang's mouth twitched, and there were many mountain villages in ghost stories.

Fortunately, the village on Xiaoyin Island is sunny, and there are no ghosts or gloomy.I hope there will be no later.

Chen Yang found out the ticket information of the rest of these people again in his mind, and he asked Xiang Dong: "Which train is the artist on?"

Xiang Dong played with a lighter: "I didn't say anything."

Chen Yang: "That Wenqing..."

Xiang Dong motioned him to look at the person involved: "Then there is no music in the earphones, it's just pretending."

Chen Yang: "..."

At 03:30 in the morning, except for the little woman, 11 people including Chen Yang were in the fifth waiting room.

The car has not started to check the ticket.

The waiting room in the middle of the night was colder than last night. Chen Yang knew that it was him. The mark given by the ghost was sucking his yang energy, and he had to rely on Chao Jian to provide it.

No matter how closely you follow, no matter how much you give, it is still different from your own.

Chen Yang turned on the phone and flipped to the postcard, his eyes drifted to a person in the dark, and he moved away without a trace.

"It's the 17th, what rules will there be?" His voice was trembling and cold.

The leg was suddenly held down by a hand, and Chen Yang was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Chao Jane kept silent.

The palm just pressed it like that, and there was no sign of taking it away.

Chen Yang didn't wear long johns, and his flesh was covered with the cotton fabric of casual trousers.

The pressed piece of skin was slowly invaded by a wave of heat, which continued to spread around.

It's not hot, but it can be clearly felt.

Chen Yang stared blankly at the boy: "You..."

"I want to eat rice wrapped in lotus leaves when I go back." Chao Jian said with her eyes closed.

Chen Yang's uneasiness and subtlety disappeared before he broke ground: "Okay."

Although not done.

Chen Yang rubbed his cold hands, thinking of the situation when he entered the mission for the first time, he trusted this man for no reason.

Even though he was aware that something was wrong, it shouldn't be like that, it was too unusual, even dangerous, but he still couldn't control it, and instinctively felt that he could share all the information with the other party and discuss together.

If the trust at the beginning was a drop of water, now it has merged into an ocean unknowingly.

Chen Yang suppressed the inexplicable subtlety and thought to himself, I hope they can be partners all the time and don't die.

The first bus K32 checks tickets 10 minutes in advance, and this time 3291 is half an hour earlier.

It is still a red ticket that can only go through manual passages, and there are still no ticket inspectors.

Senior Brother Lin glanced at the "Ticket Checking" prompt: "Let's leave now, or wait."

"No more." Xiaoxiao walked towards the 2nd ticket gate, "I'd rather sit in the compartment."

Brother Lin quickly followed her. He also had a shadow on the train station, and he would not take the train for a long time in the future.

"Wait a minute." Chen Yang shouted, the brothers and sisters turned their heads, and he looked at them.

They are all alive, and what happened to Lao Li did not happen.

Chen Yang's tense nerve endings relaxed.

Brother Lin wanted to speak.

Chen Yang interrupted quickly: "Stop saying things like you will be like us soon, and don't wave at us, don't say goodbye, just go."

"..."

The lights on the platform illuminate the road ahead for every passenger and send them on their way home.

The wind was very strong, and Xiaoxiao's hair was blown so that it covered her eyes. She didn't care about tidying up, so she looked left and right through the tiny gaps in her hair to find the compartment.

"Compartment 8 is over there." Brother Lin pointed and took her by the arm to take her there.

Xiaoxiao broke free: "Brother, I'll go by myself."

Brother Lin gave a bitter "ah" and let her go by herself, and he followed closely beside her.

Soon, Brother Lin and Xiaoxiao found their carriage.

The door was open, and there was no conductor by the door.

When getting into the car, Senior Brother Lin was still side by side with Xiaoxiao, with his arms and shoulders next to her.

Xiaoxiao leaned towards the door as usual, trying to distance herself from him.

If you can't pull it away, back up and let him go first.

The next moment, the heads of the two of them flew.

The train rumbled away, carrying with it the headless bodies of two young men.

There were nine people standing by the window of the waiting room, and there was no sound at all.

"Hahahahaha!" The little woman came in at some point, and she was on the other side of the window. She pointed at the two heads left on the platform and laughed wildly.

"Look, let's die, I just said that if you can't get out, you will die, and no one can get out!" She kept laughing, leaning forward and backward with laughter, but her face was full of tears.

Despair gnawed at her materially.

It took Chen Yang a long time to find his own voice: "Why didn't you go up? The things in the D area were put back, Xiaoxiao doesn't have to die, the rule for getting on the car is two people, what's the problem?"

No one spoke.

Both Sun and his party and the young man were paralyzed, and the dumb ones were picking up post-it notes.

Mr. Feng fell silent, and the painter left.

Chen Yang set his sights on Wen Qing, expecting him to say something, even if he pretended to be aggressive.

Wen Qing didn't let him down and shook his head in disappointment: "Those two people really separated before they died. If they didn't separate, you would be next to me and I would be next to you. When you die, you can still have a companion when you go to the underworld."

Xiangdong threw the cigarette butt that burned his hand on the ground: "Where are you going, the ghosts in the mission world will be ashes