ID number 019

I want to go out this time, and pray that I won't have another mission with this guy in the future.

"Cycle has other meanings."

Wen Qing walked towards the door of the waiting room: "For example, the train will send the people on it to another death trap. They have to continue to find a way out, or choose to take a new ticket and get on the train on time. The infinite loop continues, who knows, we have to find a way anyway.”

"It's the same for us staying here."

When he reached the door, Wen Qing paused: "If the leg is amputated, it will die soon."

"The food in the station is also eating less and less. If I finish eating and haven't gone out, then I will eat meat. I don't have a taboo."

Chen Yang thought about Wen Qing's previous words, and suddenly found that there was no surprise.

It seemed that the fog that had blocked him had been lifted.

Chen Yang couldn't help but shudder. He went to see Xiang Dong's injury, and tried to shout a few times, but the other party groaned and didn't open his eyes.

Chao Jian said coldly: "I can't die."

"Temporary." Chen Yang said, "It's hard to describe a person like Wen Qing."

"Then don't worry about it." Chao Jian said impatiently.

Chen Yang took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled: "I'm not related to him, and I can't care about anything, I just feel emotional, I don't know where Mr. Feng and the little mute are now, will the artist and Mr. Sun follow him?" They meet."

Chao Jian was speechless.

Chen Yang looked at the deep darkness outside the window, and licked his lips: "That guy Wen Qing didn't say anything after checking, we stayed here as a gamble, I analyzed the clues, even if there is no [-]% chance of being wiped out, there is a [-]% chance Twenty percent, now I can take a breath."

"I didn't expect Wen Qing to be the first trainer. His desire to perform is too strong, and his game mentality is stronger than I thought..."

The air pressure of the people around him dropped in vain, Chen Yang silenced his voice, peeked at his inexplicably annoyed side face, and said in his heart, "Don't mention Wen Qing, let's talk about something else."

"It's early ten o'clock."

Chen Yang swiped open the phone screen: "What time is the metallic sound that the mute said?"

He thought back: "How much is it at three o'clock in the morning, more than 20?"

Restrain Jane's annoyance: "27."

Chen Yang was astonished at his precise number: "Did you remember?"

She said to Jane, "she called your time last night."

"27:[-]..."

Chen Yang murmured: "Then there will be more tonight."

"The mute is gone, but we are still here. If I guess correctly, there will be the next person who will hear the voice."