ID number 019

next to...

to be next to...

Chen Yang looked at the two toy cars, and his mind was on the pair of brothers and sisters. He took a deep breath and turned to ask everyone.

"When the two sets of items came out of the security inspection machine, were they next to each other?"

Wen Qing shrugged: "I didn't pay attention."

"It's paper and facial cleanser and shampoo. It's not interesting. If it's a corpse, I'll still pay attention."

Chen Yang looked east.

"I didn't care too much." Xiang Dong said, "Anyway, two of them came out together."

Sun Xingxing and the young man were still paralyzed, and the mute who picked out the post-it note had other reactions. She took out a pen to write on a page, and only raised it in Chen Yang's direction.

[I noticed at the time that they were side by side, next to each other. 】

Chen Yang's face turned pale, and he tugged at the silent boy: "Go and sit over there, I can't stand anymore."

Go to Jane and walk to the nearest row of chairs.

Seeing that his crutch almost touched the toy car, Chen Yang was so frightened that he quickly grabbed him: "Go to the side."

Glancing at Jane where the crutch was about to be knocked down just now, she frowned slightly.

In the next second, the child disappeared with the toy car in his arms.

Chen Yang sat down, put his limp legs under the chair, rubbed his face with his hands, and said calmly, "The two sets of items in the security inspection machine are the rules for getting on the bus."

"The train represents the security inspection machine. Passengers on the train are objects, and they are in pairs. They should also do the same, walking together, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, not one behind the other."

There was complete silence all around.

"oops."

Wen Qing sighed and clicked his tongue: "No wonder the pair of brothers and sisters were fine. When they got in the car, the two were close to each other in the door, and the door was just that wide, so they couldn't be separated."

"The little junior sister couldn't keep the distance, so she took a half step back, and missed her senior brother, paw, their heads flew off."

As Wen Qing spoke, she became sympathetic: "In just one thought, tsk, pitiful, pitiful, really pitiful."

"It's not just a thought."

Chen Yang said: "The pair of brothers and sisters should have known each other for a long time. For a long time, one was affectionate and persistent, while the other was unintentional and avoided."

"The one who is persistent will never give up, and the one who is avoiding is always unable to escape. For the former's physical contact, the body has a rejection reaction of breaking free immediately."

He drooped his head and sighed with complicated emotions: "A dead end is a sure thing to die."

"The manipulator behind the scenes has figured out all of us."

"Depend on!"

Xiang Dong scratched his scalp: "Bullshit rules, isn't it normal to put things together, and you won't take it seriously if you pay attention, what a fucking thing!"

This is deliberately taking advantage of this and blinding their perceptions.

Chen Yang's throat was so dry that he drank all the water in the thermos in one go.

"Then the next shift will be the same, two people get on the bus side by side?"

"That's a good idea," Xiang Dong came over with two long legs swinging, and sat down opposite Chen Yang, "Now that he has been discovered, the rules will definitely be changed, and we don't know what it will be."

Chen Yang stroked the thermos cup: "No more dead people."

"It doesn't count if you say it, and it doesn't count if we say it."

Xiang Dong crushed the cigarette case angrily: "This task is the most fucking suffocating thing I've ever done."

Wen Qing raised her hand: "Agreed."

But he was not gloomy, only excited.

For him, as long as the rules are fun, it doesn't matter when it's his turn, as long as he dies, he dies.

The most painful thing is to live without fun.

Chen Yang's eyes were blank, wondering if the manipulating behind the scenes was not the rules at all, but a certain ghost, or a few, or even a group.

Are they bored and want to play prank games?

The dead are not cleaned up by the rules, but by the ghosts.

If so, relatively speaking, the situation is a little better.

After all, the rules are dead, ghost...

Well, ghosts are dead too.

Chen Yang shook his head, no, it's impossible, ghosts don't have such great rights.

Zhang Yan said that in the world of missions, not only missioners must abide by the rules, but also ghosts, so they can't mess around.

Ghosts harm people are also dictated by rules.

After talking about it, it went back and forth, and it was still a rule.

Hey.

Chen Yang sighed in his heart, this is not the point, the point is that they are the passive side.

If the next task is still this kind, an atypical closed space, dozens of people are trapped inside, and accept the rules one after another, then he would rather choose the old coffin embroidered shoes in Xiaoshan Village.

There are no rules, Li Gui can kill whatever he wants, just don't die like this.

Chen Yang thought to himself, what kind of ghosts are there in the station?

The ones I have seen so far are Lighter Ghost, Lao Li, Ghost Tongue, and Children.

Most of the 20 people who died in those 13 years never showed up.

The child will reveal the task information, explain that it is not bad, and maybe try to find out something.

Even if he was afraid of angering him, or accidentally offending something, he would be wiped out.

Besides, he came out by himself every time, so he didn't know where to stay at the station.

Chen Yang couldn't think about it carefully, because thinking about it would make him feel hairy.

Such a station has personal circles and ghost circles.

People don't know if ghosts are looking at them.

There were noisy footsteps in the waiting room, and several people from Xiangdong dragged their feet outside.

Figures flickered in Chen Yang's pupils, until the last one came, and he suddenly woke up.

"and many more!"

The mute pointed to himself: "Huh?"

"Yes, it's you." Chen Yang waved, "Come and sit."

The mute blinked, walked towards Chen Yang with small steps, and sat beside him cautiously under his instructions.

Chen Yang stared at her, staring at her until she couldn't rest at ease before speaking: "In each mission, there will be one person who will get the mission reminder."

The mute's small black and white eyes stared round.

Chen Yang didn't let go of any of her micro-expressions.

The mute's fleshy lips trembled, and at the same time, his eyes showed suspected grievances and anger, as well as a helpless panic of wanting to clarify for himself.

All kinds of emotions came out in just a second or two.

【not me. 】

Dumb writing on sticky notes.

Chen Yang clasped his hands on his abdomen and did not speak.

The dumb's eyes turned red, and she lowered her head to write again, writing very quickly.

【Brother, you misunderstood me. I know that two sets of items are placed next to each other every time they come out, but I don’t know that’s a rule, and I didn’t deliberately keep it secret. 】

[And when the items came out of the security inspection machine, everyone was there, including those two people, who were also beside them. I thought everyone saw it, and didn't think it was a big deal. I really didn't intend to harm them! 】

There were a few spots of water on the paper, blurring the black handwriting.

Chen Yang looked at the girl who was shedding tears: "little sister, you have deliberately approached me from the very beginning and made friends with me."

The mute's grievance and sadness froze instantly.

Chen Yang became suspicious of the mute, and wanted to investigate further, but now he is impatient.

"You reminded me to step on instant noodles on my feet, and gave me ointment after I was burned. I asked everyone if there were any other passengers in 3291, so you came and told me secretly..."

As Chen Yang spoke later, the mute's breathing became lighter.

When Chen Yang said, "According to my observation, you have a good sense of defense and keep a distance from everyone other than me. Obviously you are not warm-hearted, and you are only targeting me", the mute directly held his breath.

Chen Yang said: "What is the mission prompt? It is related to me?"

The dumb man wiped his eyes with his head down, and said nothing.

Chen Yang had already torn off the camouflage fabric, so he didn't worry about it for a minute or two. He rummaged through his backpack and unpacked a bag of melon seeds for his partner.

Chao Jian: "..." Can I not eat?

I still took it.

Chen Yang flipped through it again, and handed a bag of biscuits to the mute: "Eat something, think slowly."

When the mute took the biscuit, his eyes turned to the boy.

Withdraw your hand, no need.

The mute tore off a post-it note and gave it to Chen Yang.

There are two sentences on the paper.

[That person is not me, I have not received any information about the task. 】

【I approach you because of intuition. 】

Chen Yang was caught off guard by this result, confused: "Intuition?"

The mute's eyes drooped, and his eyes turned to the boy again, cautious and fearful.

Thinking of the sound of the crutch hitting the bone, her neck shrank an inch.

[I have had an intuition that is different from ordinary people since I was a child, and I am very good. 】

[At the beginning of the mission, I spied on everyone in the waiting room, and my intuition told me that if I make friends with you, the chances of getting out will be higher. 】

Seeing what the mute wrote, Chen Yang: "..."

what the hell.

Chen Yang questioned the mute for a long time, and also searched for a long time, but he didn't find the slightest flaw. He still didn't give up and waited for someone to leave to ask his partner.

"Do you think she lied?"

Chao Jian "clicked" to peel the melon seed shell: "Probably not."

Chen Yang raised his forehead: "Then her intuition is not working, and my luck is so bad."

He sat upright suddenly: "Actually, she aimed at you, you are lucky."

"Because you are not close, she found me. After all, we are partners, and we will walk together if we can."

Before the boy could respond, Chen Yang paralyzed back again.

"The person who got the task prompt is not dumb, who is that?"

The speculation that has persisted for such a long time has been overturned. Once we return to the pre-liberation period, we must start to eliminate it again.

Is it among those who died?

impossible.

It stands to reason that if the other party has a hint, they will take more or less actions to avoid danger and so on.

The "click" sound in his ear stopped, and Chen Yang's thoughts were also stuck. He stretched out a hand and spread it out to him, with a handful of melon seeds on it.

Chen Yang was stunned: "For me?"

Chao Jian is impatient.

Chen Yang looked at the clean melon seeds and swallowed his saliva: "You don't want to eat?"

Seeing that the boy was about to throw away the melon seeds, he quickly stopped him and grabbed them.

"You don't eat melon seeds, so why did you peel them all?"

Chao Jian frowned at him: "You want to eat after peeling?"

"No, you don't have to eat it. Peeling melon seeds and eating melon seeds are two different things. There is no conflict at all. My sister also has the hobby of peeling melon seeds and not eating them."

Chen Yang ate all the melon seeds and rice.

I ate it all at once, and it was all over my mouth. It's hard to describe that feeling. Life is like this, so what else is there to pursue.

Chen Yang likes to eat melon seeds, but he doesn't like to peel them, and he doesn't like to eat melon seeds mixed with ingredients. He wants to eat freshly baked, freshly peeled melon seeds.

Thinking about it now, he used to be hypocritical.

It's a pity that the younger sister who peeled melon seeds for him is gone.

The bodies of those who died earlier in the station disappeared, but the few who died later are still there.

It will also disappear when the time comes.

The moment they die here, the life trajectory in the real world is erased, people who don't exist.

There are only ten people who remember them now.

The number is still decreasing, and I don't know how many of them I remember at last.

At breakfast time, everyone went to the first floor.

Chen Yang asked the little woman: "Is she still alive?"

"Alive." Xiangdong drank soy milk, "Lying in the waiting room like a crazy person, talking about it."

"In the mission world, the most common thing is neurosis." He said cold-bloodedly.

Chen Yang pokes a pickle bag with chopsticks, nibbling some dough with no appetite: "You have done a few tasks, and your mental state doesn't seem to be affected."

Xiang Dong frantically raised his eyebrows: "Who am I?"

"..."

Chen Yang smelled the beef fried rice on the boy's plate, and continued to chat with Xiang Dong, "Aren't you afraid at first?"

Xiangdong gurgled a mouthful of hot soy milk in his throat, almost spitting it out.

Also afraid.

The first task was to kill the female ghost in white, and many died.

The only one who survived was him, the lucky painter who was left with a sigh of relief, who was curious about his brain circuit and found a loophole in the mission.

That ghost is a more classic ghost movie, dressed in white, with hands and feet hanging down, head down, long hair covering his face.

Do you think that the hair is all pulled to the front, and there is only the neck at the back?

Wrong, the back is also hair.

Front and back are her face and her long hair.

The ghost film Xiangdong is not afraid, has no feeling, can doze off, and the real ghost stands in front of him, then facing the impact directly...

It is equivalent to standing in the snow in the cold winter, with a big fan blowing next to you, with a popsicle stuffed in your mouth, and someone pouring ice water on the top of your shaved head. It's almost that feeling.

The second and third are all ghosts, and they gradually stopped shaking, and they can look directly at them and say hello.

Chen Yang saw that there was no sound from Xiang Dong for a long time, so he said, "I'm afraid too."

"Fart." Xiang Dong was very disdainful, "Why are you afraid of ghosts? I'm not you, so I'm afraid of ghosts?"

Chen Yang said "Oh" meaningfully: "I just asked if you were afraid of doing the mission at the beginning, but I didn't ask if you were afraid of shooting ghosts."

There is no silver 300 taels to the east: "..."

Chen Yang has no right to laugh at others, he is afraid of becoming a grandson.

He used the other chopsticks to put the pickle bag back into the bowl: "Thinking about it, it's a disaster for no reason. We, those who no longer exist, were given ID numbers for no reason, and we can't refuse them. It's mandatory. If we come in, we may die. If you don’t come in, the mission will fail directly.”

"Haven't you read a novel when you grow up?"

Xiang Dong stuffed a big bun into his mouth, and Zhu Bajie got rid of it by eating ginseng fruit in two strokes: "I don't understand Unlimited Flow, isn't it all like this, group after group, they are selected inexplicably, those who die die, and those who live go Let's go down and continue the missions one by one."

There are a bunch of novels in Chen Yang's family, all of which were read in school. There are many themes, such as romance, martial arts, and cultivating immortals, but the type that Xiang Dong said is missing.

"That's no head? But every novel has an ending."

Xiang Dong stuffed another steamed bun, he looks good, even if the injury on his face heals, he can't be handsome: "Yes, nine of the ten books I've read are serialized, it's so fucking long, and the writing is slow, the ending My grandson will burn it to me."

Chen Yang: "...What about the rest of the finished book?"

Xiang Dong said: "The protagonist has completed all the tasks and returned to the real world."

Chen Yang nodded and said, "That's good."

Xiangdong slowly said, "Then I was admitted to a mental hospital."

Chen Yang: "..."

Xiangdong has no sentimental cells: "There are too many unreasonable disasters, those who waited for the green light to be hit, and those who were walking downstairs were smashed, there are many."

"Don't think about it. We are also ordinary people. There is nothing to say when we are not sure about self-protection. Take your own ID number and work hard to move forward and find a way to survive."

As he spoke, he moved himself: "Damn it, what I said is exciting."

"Move on, live on, that's my mantra now."

Chen Yang looked back without saying a word, and suddenly found that the young man beside him had put down his chopsticks long ago. He didn't know how long he had been looking at him. He coughed lightly and leaned closer: "Did I wash my face?"

Chao Jian's expression was cold: "Why do you talk so much during the meal?"

Chen Yang was criticized for no reason, and was taken aback, how many?Just asked a few questions.

I will eat with you and talk more.

Look at Jane's bun with a painted face.

Chen Yang also looked over: "Are you still eating? If you're not full, my bun..."

The empty plate was pushed in front of him.

"..." Chen Yang silently put the bun in.

His eyes cramped when he looked at Xiang Dong, it was fucking disgusting, he wouldn't be at the same table with these two next time.

If I can go back this time, I will go to Chen Yang's house then.

Sanlianqiao is a little bit farther away, so Xiangdong couldn't believe that he couldn't find his house.

"Give it back to me... Please give it back to me..."

Sun Xingxing's cries came from outside, full of humble pleadings, he was beaten up like that before, and he was suppressed sobbing, and he had never been so emotionally intense.

Chen Yang immediately pulled Chao Jian out.

Chao Jian still carried unfinished steamed buns, which were cold and tasted bad.

Chen Yang heard the sound and saw Sun Xingxing jumping in front of Wen Qing.

And Wen Qing held his briefcase high.

Chen Yang frowned: "What is this for?"

Wen Qing looked helpless: "The matter is very simple, and the misunderstanding is huge. I just made a cup of coffee and haven't even taken a sip. Mr. Sun bumped into me while walking without eyes. You must have guessed what happened next."

Chen Yang took a look at Sun Xingxing who was still struggling to reach the briefcase, and said to Wen Qing, "You return the briefcase to him first."

"Not urgent."

In this group, Wen Qing was only afraid of the one with the broken leg, but the one with the broken leg only cared about Chen Yang, if he didn't touch him, he wouldn't come over with a cane.

"Let me explain what happened clearly. I don't take the blame for bullying the weak."

Chen Yang's face sank.

"I'll make a long story short. Soon."

Wen Qing laughed and backed away: "Mr. Sun's collision, I spilled a cup of coffee on his briefcase."

"I see that Mr. Sun attaches great importance to his bag. Now that I have soiled it, I feel sorry for him and want to clean it for him. He doesn't appreciate it. He cries and screams like me. It's like what I did to him."

Chen Yang: "Then why did you open the briefcase?"

"The bag is not waterproof."

Wen Qing sighed, the tails of his eyes under his thick bangs were raised, and he looked down at the man who was hard enough to pack: "Mr. Sun, look at you, you bought a street stall, and you don't need to spend more money to buy a better one."

Then he sighed innocently to Chen Yang and the others: "I was worried that the inside of his bag was also wet, so I opened it to have a look. He was fine, and started crying and howling, which shocked me a lot."

Chen Yang looked at Sun Xingxing, who was in a hurry, and then at the briefcase that Wen Qing held high above his head.

When you first enter the station in the mission world, everyone will still be optimistic about their valuables.

Gradually, one or two died, and more and more people didn't care about their luggage, and the small bags they carried were just casually carried on their shoulders.

Only Sun and his party were different. He always kept his briefcase tightly on his chest, clutching his life.

Sun and his party's unusual behavior will inevitably arouse the curiosity of others.

Wen Qing is a man of action, so he did it the next morning.

Chen Yang said to Wen Qing who was still full of fun: "I have said it, can I return the bag to him?"

Wen Qing narrowed her eyes: "Okay."

He smiled and looked at the thin man who could only reach his shoulder: "Mr. Sun, is this a misunderstanding?"

Sun Xingxing sucked his red nose from crying and kept nodding.

Wen Qing said happily: "That's fine, take the bag."

Sun Xingxing stretched out two hands to take it. Under the broken lens, in a pair of red and swollen eyes, there was an urgency to get back the straw.

But the briefcase fell off his fingertips, with the opening facing down, and all the contents inside fell to the ground.

Wen Qing said in amazement: "Mr. Sun, I told you to take your bag away, why don't you take it seriously?"

"Now look, it's all falling out."

Sun Xingxing clenched his fists tremblingly: "You...you are too deceitful!"

"That's what I said, I misunderstood again, didn't I?"

Wen Qing looked dumbfounded: "Okay, okay, I'll pick it up for you."

There are not many things in the briefcase, a file in a folder, a cheap old glasses case, an unopened bottle of mineral water, a small bread, half a box of twisted soda crackers, and...

a card.

black card.

Very abrupt, out of place little thing.

"The identity number and the ticket are not in it. Mr. Sun is still very careful and knows to put it in his pocket."

Wen Qing picked up the briefcase.

Sun and his party didn't say anything, just grabbed the bag and ran away with a pale face.

In a panic, he quickly disappeared in this area.

Wen Qing patted Liu Hai: "Hey, it's not stable in the morning, the coffee is gone, go make another cup."

Chen Yang said: "Old Feng, Wen Qing..."

Looking east, back, left, and right: "Where is Mr. Feng?"

Chen Yang also looked at it, but he didn't see it, he muttered: "I saw it just now."

"Wen Qing is so forceful, don't provoke me if you have nothing to do."

Xiang Dong caught a glimpse of the little freckle peeking at Chen Yang, and he stared fiercely at him, causing him to run away out of sight.

Damn, the cabbage is so bland that some people like to eat it.

"I'll go to the painter and see what he finds. Let's meet at the big screen on the first floor at ten o'clock." After Xiang Dong finished speaking, he went back to the restaurant, planning to get some more food. Even if he died, he would be full.

Chen Yang was thinking about what to do in the morning and where else to find clues.

I haven't found any other newsstands. Should I start with the place to eat? It seems that everyone hasn't looked for it yet.

There is only one sentence in the yellow book, and according to the conventional routine, there should be more.

Chen Yang walked forward in a daze, his calf was poked twice by the crutches, he stopped and waited for his partner to take Yang Qi.

Approaching Jian on crutches: "That card is a global limited edition, unlimited."

Chen Yang didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"Card." Chao Jian said.

Chen Yang now understood that the boy was talking about Sun and his party's card.

"There is no limit...there is no limit..."

Chen Yang showed the stunned expression of Grandma Liu watching the manor, that kind of good stuff, he can't touch it as a commoner, he only saw it in the Ba Zong idol drama that his younger sister was chasing.

Chen Yang shifted his focus from Ka to Sun Xingxing.

On the night when he first came here, Chen Yang chatted with Sun and his party. The other party said that he was almost 40 years old, and he was still living in a rented house of [-] square meters. , I don't know when it's a head, it's useless.

Chen Yang was [-]% sure that Sun and his party were not lying.

The kind of wandering at the bottom of society all the year round, forced to make a living, and hopeless about life cannot be acted out.

Sun and his party owed debts and struggled to live. That card was tantamount to reshuffling his life.

Now Chen Yang knows a few pieces of information, that Ka is not from Sun and his party, and he also learned from his sincere confession that Ka only came after that.

People here, who has the ability to take out an unlimited card.

And why give Sun and his party?

I don't know if the person who gave him the card is alive or dead.

Chen Yang was surrounded by those questions, one head and two big ones, if it can be concluded that it is among the living people, the scope will be narrow.

"Did Wen Qing see it?"

Chao Jian eats buns: "Guess."

Chen Yang thought in surprise, that Wen Qing's material life in reality is not very good.

It doesn't look too obvious in the clothes, and she can dress up quite well, but the bangs on the forehead are too thick, which makes her look stuffy.

Chen Yang suddenly said: "It's not right, before Sun and his party confide in me that night, that is, before the bald head died, he was already holding that bag."

"There is no card, why is he hugging so tightly?"

Chao Jian said: "Documents."

Chen Yang opened his eyes and remembered.

Sun and his party said that he was on a business trip this time, and if the documents could not be delivered to the client, the job would definitely be lost.

He also said that after working hard for a year, he had to look for it again.

Chen Yang remembered that he comforted himself by saying that the time point of this space was different from that of the mission world. When he returned, he was still at the train station, and the car hadn't even started.

Sun and his party's reaction at the time was no less than resurrection from the dead.

Chen Yang sorted out the general context.

That bitterness was the dividing line. Before that, Sun and his party cared about the briefcase for documents, and after that, it was cards.

Both the ID number and the train ticket are on him. These two are like evil objects, but the ones related to real life are stuck in his arms.

Chen Yang looked at the steamed stuffed bun that the boy hadn't finished eating: "Who do you think gave Sun and his party that card?"

Turning the steamed stuffed buns towards Jane, eating a piece of this, and a piece of that, he said with a vague attitude, "I don't know other people."

Chen Yang said, "I don't understand either."

"It's more likely that the other party is someone who is still alive. Me, you, Xiang Dong, the little lady, and the young man with a body size of no more than 100, Wen Qing, can all be ruled out."

"The only ones left are Old Feng, the painter, and the mute."

Chao Jian put down the bun.

Chen Yang hurriedly asked: "What's the matter? Do you have an idea for choosing one of the three?"

Zhao Jian looked at him, and said sullenly, "I don't want to eat the buns."

Chen Yang: "...then throw it away?"

"Ah."

Chen Yang followed him to find the trash can: "This bun is not fresh, and the stuffing is not tasty, I'll make it for you when I get back."

"Ah."

Chao Jian threw the leftover half of the steamed stuffed bun into the trash can: "I want meat."

Chen Yang didn't hesitate at all, with the intention of coaxing children: "Meat buns, no problem."

"The matter of Baozi is over, can you tell me what you think?"

Chao Jian: "I don't know."

Just as Chen Yang was about to show a speechless expression, he heard him say: "However, the other party will show up this round, come out by himself."

After this incident, Sun and his party followed Chen Yang not too far away, and the briefcase was still buried in his arms.

Chen Yang was no different.

It is a good thing that Sun and his party are within his sight, it is better than not being able to see them.

Chen Yang's family searched for places to eat, and the trash cans were turned over.

Dirty is dirty, but the level of nausea is incomparable to that of dismembered corpses.

Chen Yang took the broom and swept the things into the trash can, found something squatted down, and picked it up with chopsticks.

Chao Jian stood aside in disgust: "You are so dirty."

"Who cares about this?"

Chen Yang paused for a moment to pick out the garbage, then quickly did it the next moment, and then simply started.

Chao Jane watched him grab a small ball of paper from a pile of trash.

"..."

Chen Yang actually didn't think much about it, he just felt that after digging through so much rubbish, he finally saw a paper thing, it was such a simple excitement.

When he opened the small paper and saw the words on it, his hands trembled.

"Get in the car, die."

Chen Yang followed up and read: "Don't get in the car..."

Gone.

The note was torn.

Chen Yang looked again, but he couldn't find it. He also searched the garbage basket in the restaurant kitchen, but still nothing.

Seeing that Chen Yang was subconsciously scratching his face, Chao Jian shouted coldly, "Wash your hands."

Chen Yang thought about washing his hands. Generally speaking, getting in the car corresponds to death, and not getting in the car corresponds to life.

But, how do you live without a car?

Isn't the task asking them to get on the bus on time?

Are they all wrong?

The problem is, whether it's wrong or not, no one bet on the rule.

Chen Yang shook off the water from his hands, and pointed to the note on the kitchen countertop: "The writing on it is the same as what we found before, is it written by the same person?"

Zhao Jian checked for a long time: "Yes."

The tone is deep and firm.

Chen Yang stared at the young man in a daze: "Write this first, and then the pornography?"

Chao Jian: "Not sure."

Chen Yang frowned and discussed another question: "Then among our group of people, who might be the one who wrote these two sentences? Did they find any clues to the mission that we didn't find?"

"It's fine if you know it yourself. Why do you write it down, hold back your words, and vent in this way?"

Chao Jian said in a low voice, "Maybe it's for us to see."

Chen Yang lost his mind: "You mean... the people who wrote these two sentences are not from our group?"

Chao Jian's silence gave Chen Yang the answer.

There was a buzzing in Chen Yang's ears. This was a situation he had never thought about, but he felt reasonable at the moment he knew it.

"Xiao Yindao found no traces of other missionaries."

Zhao Jian glanced at the kitchen, looked out of the restaurant through the delivery window, and found someone, he glanced over: "It may not be that there will be several groups of people participating in each task, or we may not be aware of it."

Chen Yang didn't notice the people outside, he pondered: "What is the mentality of the person who left the message, and wants to talk to the next batch of taskers?"

Chao Jian: "Have you written a suicide note?"

Chen Yang: "..."

No.

To find that half of the paper, see if you can't get in the car, you will live or die.

Suddenly, he felt that the inside of the train station was very big, which made him irritable. Finding a note was comparable to finding a needle in a haystack.

I don't know if anyone else found the note besides them.

There should be.

Chen Yang went out, pulled up a chair and sat down casually, sighed: "Hey."

The chair behind it shook, and someone sat down and sighed: "Hey..."

It's a female voice.

Chen Yang looked back, and the chair behind him was empty.

At that moment his heart stopped beating.

"Which one?"

Chen Yang asked boldly, he was like an idiot talking to the air.

Zhao Jian took the pills: "Let's go."

Chen Yang suppressed his fear and disappointment: "Can't you see it?"

Chao Jian put the medicine bottle on the lid: "The yin is heavy."

Chen Yang's complexion was not very good, and the mark probably became darker again: "I hope to see a ghost now."

Chao Jian said: "The one who marks you will come."

Chen Yang asked without hesitation: "Male or female?"

Chao Jian was expressionless: "At the newsstand on the west side, you asked me what Lao Li wanted to tell us with his uniform, what did I say?"

"You only have one head, and there are many things you don't know." Chen Yang gave him some milk tablets very apologetically.

Chao Jian caught it and put it back in her pocket. When she found that it couldn't fit, she took it out to change her trouser pocket.

A group of people gathered in the hall at ten o'clock, except for the little woman.

Wen Qing said last time that men with oily heads have seborrheic alopecia. In fact, she also has that problem, and the symptoms are not so severe.

It's just that no matter how thick the bangs are, they will be tied. He tied his forehead with a hair band.

Although the bangs are still in strands, but they are just attached to the forehead and attached to the headband, everyone still tacitly did not ask Wen Qing why he tied that.

When exchanging information, Chen Yang talked about the note this time, secretly observing their emotional ups and downs.

"Get in the car and die?" Xiang Dong frowned, "This guy definitely didn't survive."

"Damn it, if you can't survive yourself, you still mislead us."

Chen Yang looked at the others: "What do you think?"

Wen Qing licked her lips: "It's fun, I like Scrabble."

The painter's face is like yellow skin and bones: "It may not be reliable."

Elder Feng was absent-minded, as if he didn't listen to what they said, his gray head turned this way and that.

Chen Yang raised his voice and called out, "Old Feng?"

Old Feng: "Huh?"

Chen Yang patiently repeated the matter, as well as the thoughts of Xiang Dong and the other three.

After hearing this, Mr. Feng was still a little distracted, his sharp eyes became erratic: "There are other taskers who have come here before. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation, old man. You young people are so out of their minds, look at them. Yours."

Chen Yang: "..."

He looked at the old man very quickly to see if there was any violation.

When Chen Yang and the others were talking, Sun Xingxing, the mute, and the young man were independent in three ways, silent as a wax statue.

"The whole morning is almost over, and there is no fart in the station."

Xiang Dongyan smoked a lot, and his voice was mixed and hoarse: "There is no car today, and the last two shifts are tomorrow, T57 around 1856pm, and K[-] around [-]pm."

"I don't know if there will be anything coming out of the security inspection machine."

As if playing with Xiangdong, he hadn't finished speaking without closing his mouth when the security machine started to move.

"Hurry up, divide the work. Chen Yang and I pay attention to the quantity and color order, Wen Qing and the painter pay attention to the arrangement, and the rest are random. Let me catch the details and catch them all. If you miss it, it's over!"

Xiangdong entered the state of hawking in the store, with a ferocious blush and a thick neck.

Everyone approached the security check machine without him saying anything.

Wen Qing was eagerly gearing up: "Is it a group thing this time? Open Sesame."

The security check machine quickly gave an answer.

No.

What came out was a newspaper, folded into four squares, with the diagonals flat.

Chen Yang's eyelids twitched, and a strong premonition came out of his heart, allowing him to know that it was the People's Daily without opening the newspaper!

He also finally knew what was going on with Feng Lao's sense of disobedience.

When they assembled, Mr. Feng's hand was empty, and the newspaper he always held was not there.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Feng was looking for something.

This is the newspaper I was looking for.

lost.

Chen Yang refrained from looking at Mr. Feng, but Wen Qing, who knew Mr. Feng, did.

Those eyes were guiding.

Other unknown situations also came to understand.

Elder Feng immediately became the focus, his face was full of ditches, he took the newspaper without saying anything.

He left without waiting for the security check machine to stop.

"Oh, the old man is going to die this round?"

When Wen Qing said this, everyone's attention was not attracted, because something came out of the security inspection machine again.

This time it's a doll.

Wearing a small suit, a top hat, and a small bow tie around the neck, very cute.

The young man immediately sat down on the ground.

"I...my..." He fumbled at the zipper of his backpack, which was empty, "It's mine...it's hanging on here, I thought it fell somewhere, how could it come from..."

Chen Yang pursed his lips, this man and Mr. Feng both took the T57 train.

There was sudden laughter from the guardrail on the second floor, it was the little woman, she was lying there giggling, different from the madness in the early morning.

This time it was a surprise.

The security inspection machine stopped and stopped spitting out anything, which meant that he was safe this round and didn't need to die.

"I'm going, sooner or later I will be scared to death by that woman!"

Xiang Dong pointed to the doll and said to the young man, "Take it."

The young man stepped back with hands and feet.

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