ID number 019

Chen Yang didn't name the people, and he didn't look at the people present. He looked at the bustling market, and he pushed this episode to a climax.

The rest is the home court of the parties concerned, and the other party will stand up on their own.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the corpse on the ground was getting cooler little by little. The corner of the wall was like a small independent space, and something was silently fermenting, and it was about to explode.

Among the seven people present, Wang Xiaobei was in the worst state of mind, and she couldn't bear to break this weird atmosphere.

"Who is it?"

Wang Xiaobei looked over one by one, but didn't see any results. The words "I killed someone" couldn't be written on the murderer's face. She looked back and stared at Chen Yang.

"You made a mistake, it can't be artificial..."

A voice came out at the same time as Wang Xiaobei.

"it's me."

Qian Qin stood by the wall, his cold lips parted: "I killed Jiang Da."

At that moment, there was an intertwined sound of exclamation and gasping.

"Why?" Wang Xiaobei opened her mouth wide, staring blankly at the young man by the wall.

Qian Qin didn't speak.

Wang Kuanyou pondered for a moment with a serious expression, and when he thought of something, his slightly bent back straightened up: "Jiang Dadu is dead, so there will be no ancestor worship?"

"Is that so? Jiang Ren." Wang Kuanyou asked Qian Qin, and also Chen Yang.

The latter pressed the corner of his mouth, while the former gave Wang Kuanyou an answer: "Yes."

"The loopholes in the rules are for people to use." Qian Qin said.

Wang Kuanyou lost his ability to speak for a while. He took half a step back and leaned against the wall, thinking back to his ears the two words this man said, "I just like to simplify the problem." "If there are multiple ways to solve a problem, I will choose the most efficient one."

The most efficient...

Wang Kuanyou's facial muscles trembled slightly: "Where are the two Jiang Da from Laoji Village?"

Qian Qin looked at him with a puzzled expression of "Your IQ is not low, why would you ask such a question".

All dead.

Wang Kuanyou copied one hand into the messy hair, and the other hand also copied it, making a confused, even a little bewildered gesture.

"Killed..." Chen Xishuang was dumbfounded like a little lamb strayed into a pack of wolves, "Is it okay to kill casually here?"

No one answered him.

Chen Yang curled up his finger on the crutch. At that time in the ancestral hall, the ghost guided him to open the cabinet, and found that the bamboo sticks corresponded to the goods, so he deduced the steps of worshiping the ancestors.

At that time, Chen Yang thought that the ghost had only one purpose for doing that.

The other party was telling him that whether the total amount of things sold for three days could meet the standard was the key to worshiping the ancestors.

Find a way to avoid it.

As long as the family property won by Jiang Dazhao is not sold, no one will die in worshiping the ancestors.

If there are more people alive, the per capita quota will not increase significantly, and it will be much easier for them to meet the total quota required by the village chief.

Chen Yang didn't expect that he had analyzed and speculated so much, but only circled around the periphery of the truth. The real purpose of that ghost was to tell him...

Where is the loophole in Baizu's dead end.

Just kill Jiang Da.

All Jiang Da, kill them all.

Chen Yang closed his eyes.

"are you crazy!"

Wang Xiaobei pulled away from the dumbfounded state, and yelled at Qian Qin in a shrill voice: "When we opened the stall in the morning, we calculated the per capita quota, and it has increased a lot compared to yesterday. You have killed three now, can't you?" Don't you know that there are fewer people?"

Qian Qin's emotions were not brought up by her, and he said with a dull face: "There is only one loophole."

"There is no difference between doing it now and doing it after closing the stall."

Wang Xiaobei said hoarsely: "Of course there is a difference!"

"After closing the stall at night, the number of people will be counted first, and then the ancestors will be worshiped. Can't we do it before Jiang Dajin enters the ancestral hall?"

"Can't wait until we have passed the per capita quota before killing them? Why do you want to kill me?!"

"Why! Did I offend you? Ah!" Wang Xiaobei cried and grabbed a clod of dirt and threw it at Qian Qin.

Qian Qin patted the dirt off his clothes: "Did you not understand the mission rules?"

Wang Xiaobei's distorted face froze, and she looked at everyone in a daze.

"If you kill them at that time, it will be counted again. The 1500 will be divided among the living people, and the task will be completed when all of them pass the line." Wang Kuanyou said.

Wang Xiaobei suddenly sat down on the ground.

Qian Qin left without waiting.

He has no guilt or panic about killing people, nor does he want to use his identity as a "savior" to ask everyone to thank you. It seems that he just encountered a thinking trap in the process of calculating a math problem, and now he has discovered it. , also avoided.

This question is thus solved.

There is one last big question left.

Wang Kuanyou wanted to call Qian Qin to stop, hesitant to speak, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Qian Qin earned at least 200 or more.

He is in a safe area.

Therefore, in his view, killing Jiang Da early will break the situation of worshiping the ancestors, and the rest of the time can be devoted to making money.

Wang Kuanyou pinched the bridge of his nose: "Let's all go back to the stall too."

Chen Yang stood there without moving, somehow it was a little weird, he lowered his eyes to observe Liu Shun's strangle marks, and what he thought of was the scar on Zhang Guangrong's neck.

What did Qian Qin use to strangle them?

Why do the two traces seem to be a little different when compared carefully...

"I'm involved."

The girl's quiet voice sounded.

Wang Xiaobei paused as he helped the wall to get up, and looked at Xiaoxiang with wide eyes: "What did you participate in?"

Chen Xishuang was also dumbfounded.

How could this have something to do with Xiao Xiang?

Xiao Xiang moved his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, but there was nothing between his fingers.

The plate of wire is gone.

The actual situation last night was that while waiting for Wang Xiaobei, Xiaoxiang heard an abnormality outside. It was Zhang Guangrong's neck being strangled and a cry for help from his throat.

Xiao Xiang walked a few steps outside the latrine and saw Qian Qin who was committing murder. The two of them looked at each other, one went back to the latrine, and the other continued to kill.

Afterwards, Xiao Xiang talked to Wang Xiaobei and acted as a cover for Qian Qin.

Later, they went out and saw Zhang Guangrong's body, and dragged him back to his residence.

This is the fourth time for Xiaoxiang to complete the task. She is familiar with the rules of the task world, and it didn't take much effort to associate Qian Qin's actions with worshiping the ancestors.

Following that direction, he discovered Qian Qin's intentions.

As for Liu Shun's death, Xiaoxiang helped Qian Qin to watch over the situation, and she gave her the tool to commit the crime.

Originally, Qian Qin had to use wires to strangle him, but he forgot to take his big backpack when he came, so he used iron wire temporarily.

And into several strands together, the width is about the same as the wire.

From last night until now, Xiaoxiang and Qian Qin have not said a word, they only reached a tacit cooperation with two eye contact.

They didn't think that everyone would unanimously agree with this approach, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better, otherwise Jiang Da would be aware of any differences.

This is why Qian Qin didn't use a kitchen knife directly, but disguised himself as a ghost to kill people.

Xiaoxiang didn't explain her concealment and cooperation. For her, entering the mission world, she had to do many things she couldn't do.

Her only purpose is to go back alive, live to the end, and untie her identity number.

This is her belief, which has never been blurred.

When Wang Xiaobei saw that Xiao Xiang was about to leave, she grabbed the other's clothes vigorously.

"When did you participate? Last night or this time?"

Xiao Xiang: "There are all of them."

Wang Xiaobei was stunned for a few moments, and pointed at Chen Yang with her free finger: "When he asked you last night, I still felt that he was interrogating a suspect and disrespecting people. It was me! I spoke for you more than once , dare I be an idiot!"

"Aren't we friends? Why do you even hide it from me? You can tell me, and I can help you too?"

Wang Xiaobei's anger turned into panic, she and Xiaoxiang were the only two girls left in the team, and she unilaterally believed that they would depend on each other.

Now Xiaoxiang has secretly hooked up with a man, and they have become a front line without her.

Xiao Xiang's clothes were caught on the verge of falling apart, she tried to grab Wang Xiaobei's hand, but the other party's grip was tighter, looking like an abandoned woman.

As far as Wang Xiaobei's character is concerned, letting her know is tantamount to telling everyone.

How could Xiaoxiang tell her about this.

Wang Xiaobei continued to make trouble, but Xiaoxiang finally showed boredom.

"Enough is enough, Jiang Miao."

Wang Xiaobei's face turned pale, Xiaoxiang took the opportunity to pull her clothes out of her hands, and walked into the market without looking back.

"Wait for me!" Wang Xiaobei hurriedly chased after her.

She is used to being in a group and cannot be alone, Xiaoxiang is her spiritual support.

Xiao Xiang, who had gone far away, turned back, walked up to Chen Yang step by step and stopped: "I want to know how you discovered my weakness?"

"I didn't find it." Chen Yang said, "It just feels a little unreasonable."

"Especially after it was determined that Jiang Da was artificial.

Man-made, it will not be silent.

It's not that easy to strangle a guarded adult man, even if it's done by the same sex, it will take some time.

And Xiao Xiang, as the one with the most mission experience in their group, must be very cautious when going to the toilet in the middle of the night. Maybe he is not in the toilet, but next to the door, so that he can take emergency measures at any time.

Then how could she not notice anything unusual?

After listening to Chen Yang's answer, Xiaoxiang didn't ask any more questions. She turned to look at Wang Kuanyou: "Can you keep your notes for me?"

Wang Kuanyou didn't react.

Xiao Xiang said: "I think he and I will live to the end."

"However, my interest in and attention to notebooks is much higher than his."

Wang Kuanyou looked at the senior female student in front of him again, senior.There was an unremarkable face, but there was an indelible light in his eyes.

The goal is clear, all the way forward.

No one or anything will stop her.

"Let's keep it with Jiang Ren." Wang Kuanyou said.

Xiao Xiang didn't comment on his decision at all, and didn't show any disappointment or dissatisfaction, just nodded to show that she knew.

Chen Yang actually wanted to return the bag and notebook to the original owner, but he was a little puzzled by the other party's invariable passivity.

"I know that Baizu's death situation has been broken, and what I have to do now is to make more money, the more the better."

Wang Kuanyou saw what Chen Yang was thinking, and said something quietly, with a not at all relaxed expression.

"There were still 14 people when we opened the stall in the morning, but now there are only 11."

Chen Xishuang pressed the calculator on the mobile phone, and read a series of numbers on it with tongue tied: "The average person is 1."

Too many, growing too fast.

Wang Xiaobei didn't cry or scream, her tear-filled eyes were wide open and empty.

"It's over, it's over, it's over..." Chen Xishuang kept saying those two words.

Chen Yangdao: "You can ask people who are close to help introduce customers."

"No violation?"

Chen Yang shook his head: "I tried."

Wang Xiaobei's eyes recovered in an instant, and fell back to darkness after a few seconds.

Diagonally opposite her is Li Ping, which is empty after the opponent dies.

There are two ginger men from Laoji Village nearby, but will they help her?impossible.

At this time, everyone can't wait to keep every villager who passes by their booth, who will introduce customers to other booths.

Doing that is tantamount to putting yourself in danger for others.

Not stupid, no one would do that.

Chen Xishuang and Wang Xiaobei wanted to go together, their faces were ashen as a duplicate.

They also coincidentally went to see the boy on crutches who had neither spoken nor left Chen Yang.

This one will.

He will help Chen Yang.

Chen Xishuang went to find Qian Qin, they were not far away, and he wanted to seek help from the other party.

Even if the hope is very slim, he still has to try and cannot give up easily.

Wang Kuanyou bid farewell to Chen Yang, followed by Xiaoxiang and Wang Xiaobei.

A group of people will not be reunited until the stall is closed.

The premise is that no one will die.

Chen Yang pulled Jane towards their booth, as if he had sensed it, he turned and looked around the corner, and Liu Shun's body was gone.

The four of them came back last night to face Zhang Guangrong's death, each with different concerns.

As one of Jiang Da, Liu Shun would not be unaware.

The result is still not guarded.

Chen Yang withdrew his gaze and continued walking. In such a living environment, when it was difficult to protect himself, he could do nothing about what happened to others.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Qian Qin selling things, and Chen Yang paused slightly. Looking at him, he thought of Wen Qing.

I don't know if it is possible for these two people to appear in the same mission.

What kind of chemical reaction will there be?

Three Jiang Da died, and the village chief didn't say anything, just distributed their goods to others.

When the goods were moved to Chen Yangna, he observed the old man's expression and asked, "Village chief, will there be ancestor worship after closing the stall tonight?"

The old man sucked on a cigarette, and the corner of his bloodless mouth moved up a little, and it disappeared in a flash.

That arc betrayed his mind.

It seems that the old man has already figured out the name of worshiping the ancestors, but he can't reveal a word to the outside world.

Last year, no one discovered this loophole. After three rounds of worshiping the ancestors, it is estimated that many people sold the family property, but ended in failure.

This year the gang found out.

The old man was very happy in his heart, and the victory of completing the total amount of 1500 was in sight.

"Jiang Dadu is dead, who will worship the ancestors?"

The tobacco rod in the village chief's hand knocked on the edge of the stall: "The jars are ready, don't break them."

Chen Yang put the jar inside: "What are we going to do that night?"

"Close the stalls as usual." The village chief said, "Counting the goods is a big job. The more it is the last, the more people will be dishonest."

Chen Yang asked: "Are you finished counting?"

"After counting, calculate the average amount based on the number of people, and it's all up to that number..."

Chen Yang continued: "Can we go then?"

"What are you going to do?" The village head glared at him. "I originally paid homage to the ancestors at eight o'clock tonight, as usual, for half an hour, and then calculated the per capita quota again. Now I can't do the obeisance, so I still have to go through the same process."

"..."

In other words, the task deadline is after worshiping the ancestors.

Regardless of whether you will worship the ancestors or not, you have to wait until 08:30 to calculate the per capita quota, and then you can leave after completing the task.

At first glance, this rule looks simple and down-to-earth, but it is actually much more brutal than the one at the train station.

If one person earns a lot and others earn less, the one who earns a lot will still die.

Unless the other party can earn 1500.

In the end, only myself is left, and I can live.

But that's impossible, the sales are all daily necessities, and it's only three days, so I can't make that much money.

The rules are too tricky, it does not count the number of people added together, but divides 1500 by the number of surviving people, and everyone must pass the average.

If one dies, it will be counted again.

This is a collective task. It is not enough to just think about making money by yourself. You must have the spirit of getting rich first and then getting rich later.

But everyone's stalls are not close together, and those who are far away cannot help.

Really cheating.

Chen Yang felt very uneasy, he tidied up the goods on the stall, and greeted the passers-by with a smiling face.

"Sister, do you want to see the pickle jar?"

"Master, do you want to buy a bamboo basket?"

"..."

At noon, Chen Yang didn't leave the booth, he just sat on the bench and ate the noodles.

Cold and hard, hard to swallow.

It is better to have something to eat than to have nothing to eat. Besides, when there is a famine, he gnaws on tree bark and drinks muddy water. He is a real cake after all.

When Chen Yang thought about it, the cake in his mouth smelled delicious.

"Are you crying?"

Hearing the voice in front of the booth, Chen Yang raised his head, glanced at the young man with moist eyes, and said dryly, "Physiological, throat."

He didn't stand up, just looking at the boy's short chestnut hair, so smooth.

"You don't look at your own stall, what are you doing here?"

Chao Jian said, "Give me the cake."

Chen Yang bit the cake in his mouth and looked at him: "Where's your own?"

"Finished."

Chen Yang made a difficult swallowing movement, swallowed the cake slowly: "Don't you still have an egg?"

"I do not want to eat."

Holding a cane, Chao Jian reached into the pocket of her sports jacket with one hand, took out an egg and threw it into his arms: "This is for you, in exchange for cake."

Without saying a word, Chen Yang gave him most of the cake and exchanged it for an egg.

"I earn 200 now."

Chen Yang gave the boy a bench to sit on, and he leaned on the stall to peel the eggshells: "According to this trend, it might be possible to reach the number you said before closing the stall."

"Don't think about anything else, just sell your things." Chao Jian took a bite of the cake, lowering her eyes and chewing slowly.

Chen Yang looked up at the bright sunshine, and frowned. The good weather in the mission world will be accompanied by bloody storms, which is not a good sign. He threw the eggshell on the ground: "Are you panicking?"

This is nonsense, Chen Yang decided to pretend nothing happened, but the boy said to him: "I'm just like you, I only have one life."

The implication is that he panicked too.

Chen Yang bent down to get closer, and the young man raised his head to distance himself from him, frowning.

"Stay away from me," he said.

Chen Yang sat down on the stall, with his legs hanging casually: "You are so panicked that you can't recognize it with the naked eye."

Chao Jian said neither fast nor slow: "Not being able to recognize it and not being there are two concepts."

"That's the reason." Chen Yang said, "Sometimes I don't think you are a normal person, sometimes I feel that you are not a human being, and sometimes I find that you are an ordinary person."

"Picky eaters, get up angry, don't listen to persuasion, awkward, don't want to be said to be a child, afraid of having nightmares..."

Chen Yang was suddenly stabbed by a burst of cold air, his words stopped abruptly, he coughed a few times, and met the young man's dark eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that you only have shortcomings, there are a lot of advantages, but they make you unsmooth, and it's the shortcomings that make you cute."

Chao Jane looked at him without saying a word.

Chen Yang was a little frightened, he couldn't even eat the eggs: "Did you take your medicine at noon?"

Zhao Jian's dark pupils moved.

Chen Yang caught this small change, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Standing in the perspective of a 6-year-old elder brother, he said earnestly, "Take the medicine on time, it may not be good if you take it, and it will definitely not be good if you don't take it."

"Eat." Chao Jian said impatiently, "It's long-winded."

Chen Yang took a bite of the egg, and patted the yolk that fell in front of him: "I almost forgot that you are a criminal."

"I don't know if there are any black households besides you."

Chen Yang didn't expect this person to discuss with him, he said to himself: "This kind of bug is a ticking time bomb."

Chao Jian ate the bread in silence and accidentally choked.

"Cough." He coughed in a low voice, his face sullen in discomfort, and the air pressure in his body was very low.

Chen Yang asked what was going on, but got no response.

"You wait here, I'll get you some water to drink." Chen Yang slid down from the stall.

"Need not."

Chao Jian's throat moved up and down a few times, and she continued to eat the cake.

Chen Yang shook his head and sighed, the longer he spent with him, the more he could feel the stubbornness of this person.

Talk to the east about this manic paranoid.

He has seen mania before, in terms of paranoia...

Chen Yang was thinking about it when a slender figure ran into his field of vision.

It's Chen Xishuang.

He staggered through the market, bumping into this and that, staggering, staggering, looking helpless, as if a group of people behind him were chasing him.

Chen Yang's first reaction was that the child was possessed again.

At this time of the year, the Jiang people had never been thrown out in such a big battle.

Chen Yang shouted: "Jiang Man!"

The noise in the market froze for a moment, and then returned to normal.

Chen Xishuang ran to Chen Yang's stall, carrying a fishy smell, and there were a few duck feathers on his clothes.

He kept running, his face was pale, and the corners of his eyes were blood red, as if he didn't know Chen Yang.

Really possessed.

Chen Yang remembered that there was a collector of duck feathers in the market. Jiang Ren accidentally fell into the bag of duck feathers?

Or did someone grab some and throw them on him?

Chen Yang looked at Chen Xishuang's back and asked his partner, "What should I do?"

He glanced sideways at Jane: "It stopped after a while."

At first Chen Yang didn't understand what Chao Jian meant, but soon he found that Chen Xishuang was going in the direction of the bridge.

Ginger died on the bridge.

Chen Xishuang will stop there.

On the opposite side of the bridge are also markets, connected on both sides, and red lanterns strung from Laoji Village to that village.

It shows that they were also involved in the death of Jiang Ren.

Now both the perpetrator and the onlookers are there, whether it is in the form of a ghost or a living person, neither of them is bad, and they can't get rid of Jiang Ren's curse.

When Chen Xishuang regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the bridge, his body ached, and pain everywhere.

Like being hit by a lot of things.

Chen Xishuang took out his mobile phone and turned on the front camera. When he saw himself in the camera, he was horrified and speechless.

He is disfigured!

Big and small bruises and bruises covered his face, and his eyes were so red that they could shed tears at any time.

Like the soul of a tragic death.

There are still many voices in his ears, many people are cursing, monster, die, disgusting.

"Ahhh——" Chen Xishuang yelled frantically and ran down the bridge, heading straight to Chen Yang's place.

Even if Chen Yang was mentally prepared, he was shocked when he saw Chen Xishuang like that.

He wasn't hit by anything, but he looked like he was being bullied.

Chen Xishuang really wanted to throw himself into Chen Yang's arms for comfort, it was just thinking about it, he couldn't even hold the hand with the one on crutches.

"It was horrible, I thought I was dead."

Chen Xishuang shivered for a while, and whimpered, "Why don't you touch me to see if I'm hot?"

He freaked out, suspecting that his heartbeat and body temperature were just illusions.

Chen Yang touched his hand: "It's hot, I'm not dead."

"That's good, that's good..." Chen Xishuang cried, "It's good that I'm still alive."

Chen Yang gave him the toilet paper in his pocket: "Aren't you at your booth?"

"No." Chen Xishuang took the rough toilet paper and wiped his tears. When he touched the wound on his face, he yelled in pain, and couldn't stop his tears, "I wanted to come to you, but I fell into it for some reason... Inside the duck feathers, there are a lot of them, and they are so fishy that I have them in my mouth."

Chen Xishuang felt that the taste was still in his mouth as he spoke, he poohed a few times, turned his head and retched.

Chen Yang saw that the old Chen's family was in such a miserable situation, he didn't know what to say: "Go back, don't run around before closing the stall."

"If I don't leave the booth, I won't be..." Chen Xishuang mouthed the last two words.

"If you don't violate something, something, it shouldn't happen."

Chen Yang thought for a while, and added: "Don't talk too much."

Chen Xishuang carefully remembered, he sniffed and looked at Chen Yang gratefully.

Those eyes were too red.

When not speaking, just looking at it like this, there is an indescribable weirdness.

Chen Yang's scalp was a little numb.

"Da da"

Chao Jian tapped the ground twice with her cane.

Chen Xishuang was shocked, he wiped his eyes, and limped away.

"When we looked at each other just now, my sky was cold." Chen Yang felt lingering fear.

Chao Jian: "..."

Chen Yang's back was a little itchy, he put his hands behind his back, and stretched into his clothes, his fingertips touched a patch of dampness.

"I think I've improved a little bit." Chen Yang scratched his back and said, "The male ghost can barely get used to it, but children and women... take your time, don't think about it, just take one step at a time."

Look at Jane's waist exposed behind him.

Chen Yang also glanced back, he used to love sports, he liked to run around, his skin was a healthy wheat color, but after staying in the rehabilitation center for more than three years, he lacked sunlight and turned into a sickly white color, and now he is slowly recovering. slow recovery.

The muscle lines are also developing towards the previous state.

Seeing that the boy was still watching, Chen Yang twisted his neck to look again, and asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Looking at Jane, she turned her head to the side.

Chen Yang continued to scratch his back, and he straightened his clothes after scratching: "Did you say I've made progress?"

The student wants the teacher to give a grade.

Chao teacher said for a while: "I don't want to say."

Chen Yang: "..."

"When do you stop shaking when you see a ghost, you can ask me again, and I will tell you then."

Chen Yang was speechless.

What the boy meant was that there is no need to score scores below the pass line, they are all zero, meaningless.

Wait until you pass the test.

Not long after, someone in Chaojian wanted to buy something, but he sat on the bench without moving.

Emperor Chen Yang was not in a hurry with the eunuch, and urged him to hurry up.

"It's twelve o'clock now, and the countdown is six hours." Chen Yang said, "Brother, brother is still pointing at you, can you be a little bit more motivated?"

"..." Chao Jane twitched her lips and walked over on crutches.

Nothing happened in the afternoon, until six o'clock, the sky suddenly darkened.

The sun and clouds disappeared, and the sky turned into a gray cloth.

It looked suffocating.

It was as if the cloth was on his face.

When Chen Yang came out from the booth, he paused when he was walking toward Jian, his eyes staring at the ground not far away.

A bright bloodstain appeared out of nowhere, and more and more.

Like someone is crawling hard.

The bloodstain passed by Chen Yang's side and spread all the way to the bridge.

shocking.

And those people in the market walked around on the bloodstains, smiling and watching, everything was as usual.

The blood stained their shoes, and as they walked around the market, there were bloodstains all over the ground.

"There are also traces of crawling on my side." Wang Kuanyou didn't know when he came over, and said in a deep voice, "It should run through the entire market."

Chen Yang said, "Where did it start?"

"The Jiang family back then."

Standing beside the bloodstain, Chen Yang didn't let his foot step on it. He let out a breath: "The stall is closed."

As soon as the words fell, the village chief's voice came over.

"Close the stall!"

This part of the last day seems to be very important. The village chief can't trust anyone. He counts the goods himself and comes one by one.

Jiang Miao from Laoji Village was the first one, and everyone else was waiting outside.

Chen Xishuang sat on the ground miserably, with not a single intact part of his body: "There are still eleven people."

"Now it is." Wang Kuanyou said.

"What do you mean now? Everything in the back is safe." Wang Xiaobei retorted sensitively, "There are eleven people, 136 yuan and thirty-six cents per person!"

"Have you all earned it?" With 180 yuan and three cents in her pocket, she was full of energy, as if returning to the light.

Chen Yang and the others did not respond.

But the three ginger men in Laoji Village were not with them, they were far away.

"You must have earned that amount."

Wang Xiaobei said to herself: "We're all fine this time, and we can go back soon."

Chen Xishuang saw her flag flying.

"At 08:30, we need to calculate the per capita quota again." Chen Yang said.

"why?"

"That's the end of worshiping ancestors." Chen Yang said, "Although the part of worshiping ancestors has been skipped, we still have to go through the process."

The atmosphere changed.

It is ten past six now, and there are still two hours and twenty minutes before 08:30.

a bit long.

Wang Xiaobei pushed the big frame and said with a smile: "It's okay, now we don't go out of the stall, and we don't worship the ancestors. It is impossible for us to have fewer people."

Chen Xishuang twitched her lips, please stop talking!Insert the Flag yourself, and insert it for them, what is this for?

The process of counting the goods was very long and lasted for more than half an hour.

The result is that eleven people became ten.

The one with the smallest number does not do business cleanly, and the accounts do not match up.

The village chief asked everyone to stand in a row, just like the first time, and counted their numbers.

"Ten."

The village chief said: "150 per capita."

He looked at the list in his hand, which showed everyone's income.

"Two failed to meet the standard. One earned 147 yuan and 8 cents, and the other earned 140 yuan and [-] cents."

After the village chief finished speaking, there were two screams from among the ten people.

Those were two ginger men from Laoji Village. One of them lost a leg, and the other lost an arm.

The broken one was not on the ground, and disappeared out of thin air.

Facing the village head's numb face, Chen Yang's mouth became dry for a while.

At the beginning, Chen Yang thought that those who went to the market would buy 25 more things from the Jiang family's stall.

After all, the three of the Jiang family have made a total profit, which is good for each of them.

Later he found out that was not the case.

Those who come to the market must go to the stalls normally. They are afraid of violating the taboos of the Jiang people, and they dare not cheat at all by "buying more things in order to let the villagers of the old market get together to 1500".

The villagers of Laoji Village also have no advantage.

Chen Yang watched the two disabled ginger men pass out in a pool of blood, and next to his ears was the village chief's voice again.

"Now there are eight left." The village chief said, "per capita..."

"It doesn't count! It can't be like this!

Wang Xiaobei screamed to stop the village chief from reading out the numbers. She shed tears with a grim face: "It doesn't count, grandpa, please don't..."

There was no sound before the words were finished.

Wang Xiaobei fell to the ground straight, as if her bones had been taken out, and she was stuffed into an invisible vacuum compression bag.

The body began to flatten, twist... and soon became a small wrinkled piece.

Chen Yang's eyelids twitched and he grabbed Chao Jian.

It turned out that Jiang Da and Jiang Ren would lose a certain body part if the per capita quota was not completed, and Jiang Miao would be killed directly.

No wonder the only disabled people in the village are men...

There are only 7 people left.

The "make more money" and "exclamation mark" of the mission prompt are highlighted at this moment, which is particularly terrifying.

Everyone only knows their own income, and they don't know how much other people earn, and whether there are any people who fail to meet the standard.

One less, one more per capita, one point away from danger.

There is still a Jiang Miao living in Laoji Village. She does not cry or scream, as if she is waiting for the verdict with her eyes closed.

The six people on the tasker's side didn't make any sound.

Chen Yang is next to the court slips, Chen Xishuang is next to Chen Yang, they are very close, and the remaining Wang Kuanyou, Qian Qin, and Xiao Xiang each occupy their own space, the distance between them is about the size of two fists.

The village chief took a sip of the cigarette, and the smoke ring he exhaled contained a cloudy tone. He let out a long gasp, and glanced at them with bloodshot eyes: "Seven people."

Chen Xishuang has been holding the phone tightly, and the screen stays on the calculator.

1500 divided by...

Every time one person is missing, he will replace the number behind, and get the per capita figure before the village chief.

Wang Kuanyou is not like Chen Xishuang, he is very good at arithmetic, seven people, the average per capita is 214 yuan, and he earned more than 230 yuan, which is enough.

When the severe pain came from his left arm, Wang Kuanyou was dumbfounded.

Chen Xishuang's exclamation brought him back to his senses, and he covered the bleeding wound, a lot of blood flowed out from between his fingers.

"I have crossed the line." Wang Kuanyou said while moaning in pain.

The village chief asked him, "How much did you earn?"

"237." Wang Kuanyou said a series of numbers weakly, his consciousness began to blur, and cold sweat covered his bloodless face.

"That's over!"

Chen Xishuang pointed the mobile phone screen at the village chief, and shouted in panic, "The per capita quota for seven people is this amount. My friend passed it. Village chief, what's the matter? He didn't fail! How could there be a miscalculation? when?"

"There will be no miscalculations, your income has not reached the per capita quota," the village chief trembled while holding the old tobacco rod, "There is only one situation..."

"One out of seven people is not a human being."