ID number 019

Missed.

Chen Yang was amazed. Chao Jian used the crutches extremely flexibly. The crutches were almost a part of his body, and the hit was like a swung fist or a horizontal kick.

Even Xiang Dong couldn't escape Chao Jian's attack, this guy Zheng Zhitan actually avoided it, and the crutch didn't even touch his clothes.

Zheng Zhitan tugged at the tie under the collar of his shirt: "Why are you so hot..."

Before he could finish pretending, another horrific wind came, wrapped in afterimages. Zheng Zhiqin only had time to take a half step back, and the crutch passed through his pupils, and flew heavily to the ground in the distance, making a heart-stopping sound. A loud bang.

Zheng Zhitan's cheekbone rubbed by the crutches instantly oozes blood, and half of his face is swollen.

"Husband——" Pan Lin on the sofa yelled heart-piercingly and rushed forward, his crooked facial expression was overstretched, like a clown.

Everyone: "..."

The eyeball of Pan Lin's left eye was trembling and he leaned towards the boy beside the vending machine: "You..." He looked at the other's pretty face, swallowed his saliva, weakened his arrogance, and muttered coquettishly with his mouth curled up, "Why? Hit someone?"

Chao Jian half-closed her eyes, biting the milk tablet, her eyes fell on Chen Yang's fingers, the nails that were pulled out had grown back, but they were thicker and smoother than the others.

Pan Lin was ignored. Seeing that other people were looking at him, he immediately lowered his eyes and wrung his fingers in low self-esteem and embarrassment: "No matter how you say it, you can't hit anyone..."

"Husband, how are you? Does it hurt? Baby, let me show you." Pan Lin tiptoed to hold Zheng Zhitan's face.

Zheng Zhitan glanced at Jian with a bloody mouth, he grabbed Pan Lin's hand and took it off, and left without saying anything.

The onlookers were surprised by this development.

"This is the end? The proud son of heaven can swallow this breath?!"

"I thought Zheng Zhitan was going to beat that handsome guy with the broken leg to death, and I was ready to start a fight."

"Is your title of being a gentle scum false? Now that Zheng Zhitan hasn't settled the score, it doesn't mean he's turning over the story. He must remember it. Look, the handsome guy with the broken leg is going to be miserable."

"Not disabled, his left leg is good and he can walk. I saw it when I came to the company in the morning." The man was talking, and others saw the protagonist in the topic get up to pick up the crutches. His left leg is indeed fine. Walk.

"Fuck, he can really walk, so why is he on crutches???"

"I'm recovering. If you look closely, you can see that the left leg is not as natural as the right leg."

"..."

"The first time Mr. Chen's younger brother hit the crutch with [-]% force, and the second time with [-]% plus [-]% force, the time between the two times was less than five seconds." Brother Yu's half-assed analysis, "Excellent .”

People around didn't understand: "What?"

Brother Yu scratched the scab under his eyebrows. When others stared at him, he scratched faster, as if he wanted to pick it off: "I observed for a while and found that Mr. Chen's brother's emotional state is not right, he seems to be mentally ill. Or if he has a mental illness, I'm guessing wildly, just to be on the safe side, everyone try not to provoke him."

"Tell me something we don't know."

"Zheng Zhitan has taken a fancy to Mr. Chen." Brother Yu said.

"Impossible, his taste is so strong, Mr. Chen is not in his recipe." These words aroused fierce reactions from everyone.

Someone said hesitantly: "Could it be that you want to change the taste?"

"Damn, I've been in A3 for almost seven years, and I've heard a lot of gossip about Zheng Zhitan. He used to not look for novelties in Qingcheng's wealthy second-generation circle, and his tastes were relatively common. He only liked original ecological beauties with big breasts and thin waists," one The middle-aged man with a beer belly enjoys the attention of others. He pretends to be mysterious and said, "For some reason, I started to fall in love with ugliness four years ago. Maybe I was possessed by evil spirits. Anyway, Zheng Zhitan has been with me since then. They're all weird-looking boys, all kinds of ugly."

"Being possessed by evil is too fake. Since there are necrophilia and old fetishism, it's not uncommon to be obsessed with ugliness. The world is so big, there are no surprises there," a female white-collar worker questioned, "But if Zheng Zhitan has a crush on Mr. Chen, it doesn't matter to me I can't believe a word of it."

"I don't believe it either. Mr. Chen is simply my ideal type. If I met him in another scene, I would definitely strike up a conversation." Another female white-collar said angrily, "He looks so upright, and he has a banana bara with the ugly. Relationship."

"Then I don't know." Brother Yu tugged at the wrinkled dark blue short-sleeved shirt.

Chen Yang asked Chao Jian why he did it.

"You haven't said a word to him, why are you so angry all of a sudden." Chen Yang asked puzzled.

"He covets my things." Chao Jian's complexion was gloomy, and her words were persistent and childish, mixed with pure hostility and rage.

"What?" Chen Yang waited for a while but didn't wait for Chao Jian's answer. He changed the way of asking and asked tentatively, "Is that your private property?"

Chao Jian's hand holding the milk tablet trembled slightly, his throat rolled, and he said after a while: "Yes."

"My private property." Chao Jian squeezed the milk tablets tightly, digging into the powder with her fingertips through the packaging bag.

"That's it." Chen Yang still didn't understand what Chaojian was referring to, but since it was his private property, when he realized Zheng Zhitan's intentions, he would definitely lose control.

Chao Jian's multiple personality disorder includes paranoia, Zheng Zhitan covets his things, isn't that courting death?

"Zheng Zhitan is an old tasker." Chen Yang recalled Zheng Zhitan's skill sensitivity, as well as his courage and calmness when he wanted to snatch something from Chao Jian, without fear.

Chao Jian did not deny it.

Chen Yang pursed his lips, that is to say, he guessed right.

In fact, Chen Yang has done so many tasks, but he still doesn't understand why the old taskers should mix with the newcomers, instead of directly revealing their identities at the beginning.

Chen Yang would not hold the idea of ​​"I was tricked, then next time I will pretend to be a newcomer for fun", he didn't think it was interesting to do that.

Maybe it's the fear of being shot at the head?Don't want to act high-profile?

Chen Yang was thinking about something, but he didn't notice that Chao Jian was staring at the scar on his left ear in a daze, and he didn't notice Zheng Zhitan's inevitable eyes from a distance.

Zheng Zhitan went to the bathroom to wash his face, he lowered his head into the sink, the faucet was turned to the middle, and the cool water continuously washed his injured cheekbones.

"Husband, I bought iced drinks, you put ice on the wound." Pan Lin said flatteringly.

The man maintained the posture of washing the wound and ignored him.

Pan Lin realized that he was neglected, and panicked immediately. He was called a "deformed child" when he was a child, and the adults in the village would not let their children play with him, fearing that his deformity would infect their own children.

An adult's thoughts will affect a child. At that time, he originally had a few friends, but then they spit on him.

Pan Lin grew up under other people's eyes and discrimination. He felt that he had been like this for the rest of his life. Until he met Zheng Zhitan, his life was turned upside down.

Now that he has a job and entered such a good unit, the internship period alone costs thousands, and Zheng Zhitan even gave him a house.Usually, Zheng Zhitan would buy him whatever he wanted.

Pan Lin knew that what Zheng Zhitan was looking for was his deformed face, he didn't care, just like he didn't care about the jealousy and disgust of his colleagues, and he didn't take the expression of "one of these two people is a human and the other is a monster" on the faces of passers-by. thing.

Some people said in front of him that he was a disgusting and ugly thing like a toad, so what, this toad ate swan meat.

But now Pan Lin's body was trembling non-stop, pride and vanity no longer existed, this man could take him out of the stinking ditch, and he could also throw him back.

He didn't want to go back, he would die if he went back.

The sound of the water stopped at some point, and there was only the pitiful sobbing of the boy in front of the pool.

Zheng Zhitan didn't wear glasses, a few strands of wet hair hung over his half-closed eyes, and he smiled softly: "Why are you crying?"

Pan Lin sobbed and couldn't speak, with snot and tears hanging on his asymmetrical face, he subconsciously sucked the snot, looking miserable and nauseating.

Zheng Zhitan pressed the corners of his red eyes: "It's so ugly."

The next moment, he pinched his neck and pressed against the pool, and untied the belt with one hand.

In the hall, Chen Yang was flipping through the mute's post-it note, which contained the results she had turned around in other places on the first floor.

In addition to the delicate handwriting, there are also some cartoons, which are full of pictures and texts, so that people who read them will not feel bored, and there will be nothing that they cannot understand.

Chen Yang saw that the mute recorded on the paper that an elevator stopped on the second floor, and he also noticed it: "If the power is cut off, the elevator won't work, it must be stuck."

The mute nodded, and she gestured with both hands, saying something "ahhhh".

Chen Yang guessed what the mute meant, and he said, "I don't know if there is anyone in the elevator. So far, the other mission workers haven't mentioned this matter, so I probably don't know if any colleagues are trapped in the elevator."

The elevator was stuck on the second floor. If there were people inside, they would be banging on the elevator door now. They wouldn't be able to hear everything.

Chen Yang speculates that there are two situations in the elevator, one is that there is no one inside, and the other is that there are people, but they are all dead.

A small handful of shattered milk tablets was thrown over by the people around him. Chen Yang opened one and poured the crumbs into his mouth. Seeing the mute looking over, he asked, "Do you want to eat?"

The mute's reaction was a little loud, and she shook her head like a wave drum.

Chen Yang thought she didn't want to eat the broken ones, so he smiled and said, "There are whole ones."

The mute still shook his head, brother, the one in your family eats alone, I dare not eat it.

Chen Yang no longer forced himself, he took apart five or six pieces of milk in one go, there was only one difference between the broken ones and the whole ones, no need to chew.

"I visited the first floor before the mission started, but I didn't pay much attention to the details." Chen Yang whispered to Chao Jian, "Let's go shopping."

Chao Jian closed her eyes and meditated, without responding.

"Then I'll go by myself, you sit here and wait for me?" Chen Yang said.

This time, Zhao Jian responded, and he said coldly without opening his eyes: "No, you are not allowed to leave my sight."

Chen Yang looked astonished: "Don't let me act alone? Don't train me?"

"Go to the first floor in half an hour." Chao Jian seemed to feel that he was disobedient, and grabbed his wrist.

I don’t know when there was a puff of water vapor in the building. Everyone avoided the mess on the ground and stayed alone or in groups in every corner, doing nothing but swiping their phones, constantly swiping, and constantly pressing keys.

They desperately want to get rid of this predicament, but they can't get rid of it. This feeling of restlessness swims through their bodies, as if there is an invisible thin rope rubbing against their necks, and it will be tightened at any time.

Brother Yu took his last sip of mineral water, and he threw the bottle into the trash can closest to him. The bottle didn't fall in, but landed at the feet of a young man.

When Brother Yu went to pick up the bottle, he noticed that the young man's face had turned blue-gray. He stopped picking up the bottle, cleared his throat, and asked in concern, "Young man, are you alright?"

The young man lowered his eyes and remained motionless.

Brother Yu leaned his head towards him, and pushed his hand towards the young man, who fell on top of him, and he was about to ask nervously, when his open mouth suddenly froze.

Not breathing?

This man is not breathing!

Brother Yu shivered and pushed away the young man in his arms: "Dead, dead..." He tore his throat and shouted, "Dead!"

It was as if a cold current had been poured into the hall, freezing the taskers who were swiping their phones. After a brief silence, the female white-collar worker who wanted to commit suicide by cutting her wrist let out a deafening scream.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The cries from the hall carried to the restroom.

Zheng Zhitan fastened back the half belt that had been taken out, buckled it up, and patted the boy who was still in the grass pose: "Let's go."

Pan Lin pitifully grabbed Zheng Zhitan's big hand and sucked, his red eyes were full of obsession.

Men have no emotion or desire.

Pan Lin stood up in disappointment, not daring to mess around again: "What happened?"

"Someone died." Zheng Zhitan smiled a little weirdly.

Hearing these words when Pan Lin was arranging his clothes, he just flinched and didn't respond any more. For him personally, poverty and supercilious eyes are the most terrifying, and other things are nothing compared to those two. .

So even if this was the mission world, even if there were ghosts here, Pan Lin didn't collapse too much, as long as Zheng Zhitan, the only one in this world who treats him well, doesn't abandon him.

Even if it is death, there is nothing wrong with him and Zheng Zhitan dying together.

As soon as Zheng Zhitan returned to the hall, he saw Chen Yang inspecting the corpse. His young guard was like his shadow, guarding him all the time.

"What's going on?" Zheng Zhitan walked over, and Pan Lin ran after him.

Zheng Zhitan's footsteps were in the direction of Chen Yang, Pan Lin grabbed him, held him tightly, and stared hostilely at the ugly people present.

Those few male and female white-collar workers who are relatively average in appearance: "..."

Zheng Zhitan looked at the company's little fairy: "Qiao Qiao, tell me."

Qiao Qiao said in the tone of reporting work: "Mr. Zheng, judging from the information on the deceased's work permit, he is..."

"Important." Zheng Zhitan interrupted her.

Qiao Qiao pursed his lips, and said seriously, "This man is right under our noses, but no one knows when he died."

The other people who didn't dare to approach had ugly expressions, and this cognition caused their mental state to suffer varying degrees of damage.

Teammates were killed right in front of them.

Is this a provocation from a ghost?It was telling them that even if they all gathered on the ground floor with the backup lights, they would still be killed.

"The mission prompt is to divide 23 by 23. 23 refers to the number of people, but now there is one less person..."

"The reminder is not fixed, it just represents a pattern, the number of people is divided by the number of people."

"That's 22 divided by 22 now."

"What do you mean?"

"Attack each other, 1V1, I said it at the beginning."

"You mean, that person's death was man-made?"

"I didn't say that, I don't know."

"..."

While inspecting the corpse, Chen Yang listened to everyone's thoughts floating in the hall, he suddenly turned his head: "Everyone, I can confirm one thing, since I came down from upstairs, except Mr. Zheng and his partner, no one else has left. hall."

"I want to know before that, that is to say, when I was upstairs and didn't come down." Chen Yang pointed to the corpse, "Has this person left the hall?"

Everyone looked at each other to make sure, no, they didn't leave.

"No, he left!"

A male white-collar worker's eyes widened: "I see him heading towards the bathroom!"

The atmosphere on the scene changed suddenly.

Chen Yang glanced at the deceased's work ID, and then looked at other people's, and found that no one was in the same company as him: "What time was it?" The male white-collar worker recalled, "It was around 20:[-]."

"Did anyone leave during that time?" Chen Yang asked again.

"He!" The male colleague beside Qiao Qiao pointed at Xiao Huanyu, "He's not there either."

The forehead of the male colleague was dripping with sweat: "At that time, I was playing a small game on my mobile phone with the fairy. I was absent-minded and occasionally looked around the hall. I didn't notice the dead buddy. Make sure he's not there."

Xiao Huanyu said angrily, "I went to the coffee shop!"

Zhang Lan's voice on the side was much more mature and stable: "I asked him to make coffee for me, we want to drink some coffee to calm down."

Brother Yu said suspiciously: "But there is no smell of coffee in your tone of voice."

Xiao Huanyu clenched his fists in anger, Zhang Lan comforted him, and explained to the vigilant teammates: "My boyfriend came back empty-handed, and he didn't give me coffee because of his petty temper, so I didn't drink it."

Zhang Lan coaxed her little youth softly as she spoke, she was like a girlfriend and a mother.

At this time, everyone's positions had changed, and they began to be vigilant. Whether they looked at former colleagues or people they didn't know, they felt suspicious.

"The task has rules and taboos, whoever violates it will die." Chen Yang's gaze caught something, and he froze.The deceased was wearing dark gray crossed slippers with non-slip soles that were wet.

Chen Yang didn't directly touch it with his hands. He poked the sole of the shoe with Chao Jian's crutch, as if it had been soaked in water, and there was a sizzling sound when he poked it.

"Can't you wear slippers?" Pan Lin hugged Zheng Zhitan's arm and probed.

"Am I a slipper? It doesn't count." Qiao Qiao took out her white and tender feet from the small white shoes, and there were two shallow strangle marks on the instep, "I wear these for two." She pulled her hands to the front Push back the two thin bags, and stuff your feet into the shoes, "This is sandals."

Chen Yang saw that several people who changed into slippers in the company panicked, looking like they were about to die, he hurriedly said: "It has nothing to do with slippers, I just looked at them casually."

These words did not comfort those people. They took off their slippers and stood on the ground with bare feet, their faces covered with ashes.

"Mr. Chen, one person died in the hall now, which means that the idea that all of us can go back after staying here for four days is not feasible." Zheng Zhitan asked humbly, "Then what should we do?"

Chen Yang asked without answering, "What do you think?"

Zheng Zhiqin pushed his glasses, and the injury on his cheekbone looked a little scary: "It's my first mission, and I don't understand anything."

Chen Yang: "..." He was too lazy to spend time confronting this person, "Look for clues to break the rules and avoid taboos."

Someone immediately asked, "Where is the clue?"

Brother Yu answered for Chen Yang, and he replied with what his mother said every time he asked where the things were: "It's in my hands."

Everyone:"……"

The newcomers are dependent on the old taskers. The more fearful they are, the stronger the dependence. It seems that asking them to find clues is to kill them, it is better to chop them up.

But here are all taskers, without their parents and relatives, no one will spoil them.

If you don't look for it, you can't do it. If you are afraid, you have to look for it.

This is a team task and you cannot count on one or two people.

Chen Yang told everyone with a helpless and powerless expression that he was not a mother chicken, and it was useless for everyone to follow him.

Don't think that the old taskers can be as powerful as they are. In many cases, the newcomers can find as many clues as the old taskers.

Because the old taskers have done too many tasks, if they are not paying attention, they will unconsciously fix their thinking, while the newcomers are a blank sheet of paper, and it is easy to have a clear and open mind.

What's more, the old taskers are not only experienced, but also have a psychological and mental state that has collapsed countless times. They will not be invincible, but they will be fragile when they hit that point at a certain moment.

Furthermore, the old tasker only has one life.

At the moment of life and death, Chen Yang's first thing to do is to protect himself, it is not feasible to rely on him to protect his life.

Chen Yang recalled the scene when the wall of waves engulfed the building, he threw himself at Chao Jian, at that moment he didn't think about self-protection...

"I want to eat small oranges."

The voice in his ear brought Chen Yang back to his senses. He turned his back to Chao Jian and asked her to look through his backpack.

On the sofa not far away, Zheng Zhitan crossed his legs and lit a cigarette. Pan Lin pulled him to say something, but he didn't listen, his eyes fixed on Chen Yang through the lens and the lingering smoke.

Pan Lin's sensitivity seemed to have suddenly increased, and he turned his head to catch Zheng Zhitan's gaze.

Pan Lin, who wanted to declare his sovereignty, was stunned when he saw who that person was.

Chen Yang smiled politely.

Pan Lin didn't have a fetish for ugliness, his aesthetics was normal, so he blushed when he saw Chen Yang smiling at him.

Zheng Zhitan didn't think about Chen Yang, he thought too much, Pan Lin thought with confidence.

Not long after, there was only one corpse left in the hall, and the 22 people who were still alive were scattered in the half of the "well"-shaped building A3.

Chen Yang and Chao Jian were inquiring on the first floor. He was holding a bottle of Assam in his hand, and his palm was cold: "The old missions confirmed now are the two of us, little dumb, Zheng Zhitan, I think there are still."

"Forget it, don't worry about it, just hide it, it won't affect our mission." Chen Yang said to himself, he stopped in front of a gate, "Chao Jian, have you noticed , the water vapor is heavier."

Not only that, but he always felt that something was wrong on the first floor, and he couldn't tell.

Chen Yang found the bathroom according to the signs, and he found that although the ground was wet, there was only a layer of water stains, which could not soak the deceased's slippers like that.

What did the dead quester see when he came in here...

Chen Yang thought to himself, of course there is another possibility, the tasker just came to the bathroom, but didn't really go in, but went to another place for some reason.

Chen Yang smelled a perfume in the bathroom, it was from Zheng Zhitan, he and Pan Lin came in.

Thinking of what the two of them might do, Chen Yang touched his nose and said to Chao Jian, "Let's go out."

Chao Jian and Chen Yang spoke at the same time: "Go back to the hall!"

Chen Yang hurriedly pulled Chao Jian back to the hall, a strong smell of blood wafted in the air.

The corpse had been gnawed off a lot, and the flesh and internal organs were exposed in a mess.

Chen Yang stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath. There wasn't much blood around the corpse. It looked like the monster was chewing and drinking blood while chewing.

"Boom!" The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from behind, and the two female white-collar workers fainted from fright, and they didn't have time to scream.

Chen Yang didn't look at the corpse anymore, he turned to Chao Jian: "Will the corpse in this mission disappear?"

"You'll know when you look back." Chao Jian took Assam and took a sip.

Chen Yang wiped his face: "Speaking of which, only in the mission of Xiaoyin Island, the cursed monster will eat the corpse, and the ghosts in other missions don't seem to eat it. I haven't been affected by this for a while."

Chao Jane walked to a red sofa and sat down, putting his cane aside, his head lowered, his lips rubbing against the cold Assam bottle, thinking about something.

Chen Yang sat opposite him: "In the beginning, 23 divided by 23 was equal to 1. Now it is 22 divided by 22, which is still 1. What kind of reminder is this?"

At the same time, on the fourth floor, two men went to Jingfeng Group with Qiao Qiao's work permit. They were not colleagues, and they didn't know each other before. Now they were only tied together temporarily because of the same constellation.

So they had nothing to talk about along the way.

There were two beams of light and two series of footsteps in the corridor, and the sea water above seemed to break through the barrier at any moment and rush down, submerging the two people.

"We are the only ones on the fourth floor." A shorter Aries said, "Just take it and go down."

Another thin and tall Aries held up his mobile phone to take random photos: "Nonsense, what are you doing without going down after taking it, are you here to watch the sea?"

"Don't talk about the sea, I don't want to see the sea again in my life." The shorter Aries wailed in pain.

Qiao Qiao was originally with them. If her male colleague hadn't dragged her halfway to the third floor to see some Changxiang company, they wouldn't be the only two of them now.

Only one person died in the team, and they didn't want to come up at this time.

But what Qiao Qiao said, "Today is a disaster day for Aries", made them feel restless, feeling like a thorn in their throats, so they reached an agreement to take this trip.

"I have read some suspense criminal investigation books. There is a kind of murderer who regards murder as a completed work. I think the monster in the building has the desire to perform. It strikes when there are many people. It is a performance, like the two of us. Personally, it doesn't like it." The shorter Aries analyzed clearly.

The thin and tall Aries walked out of Jingfeng Group with a few perfunctory words. He swiped his card to enter and took a flashlight.

The whole company was in a mess, and the aisle was blocked by all kinds of garbage. The tall and thin Aries pushed a computer desk to make room, and then squeezed through.

The shorter one followed closely behind, and he forgot that he was gaining weight, with three or four layers of flesh on his stomach, which was stuck and couldn't get in or out.

"Give me a hand!" he asked his companion for help.

"Wait." The tall and thin Aries followed Qiao Qiao's prompt to find her seat. He saw the pink packet on her desk, took it and left.

As soon as the two went out, the shorter Aries found that his mobile phone had fallen inside.

When he was stuck in the aisle just now, he put his mobile phone aside in order to push the computer table, and then he just wanted to get out and forgot to bring his mobile phone.

"Brother, lend me your cell phone, so what, you wait for me here, I'll come out right away." The shorter Aries was embarrassed to let his companion accompany him, he swiped his card into the office, and planned to take his cell phone out as quickly as possible .

The tall and thin Aries stood outside the wooden door, took out the horoscope book from Qiao Qiao's small bag, and flipped through it.

In the dark office, the short Aries held his companion's mobile phone to illuminate, and he quickly found the place where he was stuck before.

The mesh sneakers were a little wet, and he subconsciously rubbed them with his heels.

Wetter.

The soles of the feet seemed to be stepped in a puddle of water, wet and slippery.

"Why so wet?" The young man raised his feet while getting his mobile phone, and suddenly saw a pair of feet. He turned his head unconsciously, his face full of surprise.

"Why are you here?"