Forces of Temptation

After a long and dull 1 minute, the tunnel spits out the winding tram roaring.

The sky and the earth were suddenly bright, and the snow-white and icy light poured down, filling the entire carriage.

And almost at the same time when the light came on——

slap-

Jiang Fang picked up the tram seat board that had been dismantled at some time, swung it horizontally, and hit Tang Song hard on the side of his skull.

The people present couldn't even tell whether the crisp cracking sound belonged to the seat board or Tang and Song's skull.

Tang Song was beaten until he rolled on the floor several times.

He arched his back and tried to get up, but couldn't do it after getting into an extremely awkward butt-up position.

The breath he had managed to gather was broken up alive, and he could only prostrate on the ground without dignity and pant.

He clenched his palms painfully.

……damn it……

The damn body of this carbon-based creature...

With this blow, Yuan Mingqing's expression, which took a minute to adjust, almost cracked again.

He hurriedly looked away, afraid that his momentary wavering would be caught by the two.

Jiang Fang threw the blood-stained plastic plate aside, and said cheerfully: "I'm sorry, sir. I'm a little worried that you will use the gap in our visual sensitivity to attack the second before the light is on, so I will first attack you."

Tang Song, unable to move, gritted his teeth: "..." Damn it.

Nan Zhou knelt down beside him and lightly poked his face with the muzzle of a gun: "Who are you?"

When Tang Song opened his mouth, he felt dizzy for a while, and felt nauseous for a while.

But when the heart is burning, Tang and Song's thoughts are running faster and calmer.

He knew in his heart that the fact that he tried to attack them was a certainty, and there was no excuse.

He wanted to give rationality to this premeditated attack, and he also wanted to dispel the killing intentions of the two people who already had the intention to kill him.

And he only had a chance to say a word.

If one word is inadvertent, the two guns present may blow his head at any time.

take the chance……

give a reasonable explanation...

In such a desperate situation, let yourself have the chance and value to live...

Tang Song exhaled bloody breath: "I..."

"You kill me." Tang Song opened his blood-smeared eyes, "Anyway, if I can't go back on time, even if I live, I... and my family will die."

Jiang Fang raised his eyebrows with interest: "Oh?"

Tang Song closed his eyes.

Fortunately, neither he nor Yuan Mingqing had amnesia, and they had an absolute advantage in terms of intelligence.

But now, he must use this advantage in exchange for his own life.

He knows the basic laws of how the world works.

This is enough for him to successfully disguise himself as an aborigine of this world.

...a soldier who escorted them.

He fully demonstrated the slow and dull reaction of an ordinary person with a head injury, tried his best to pretend to be incoherent, and simply told them the fact that the world was infected by an abnormal mental virus.

Simply put, all living beings are sick.

Jiang Fang: "Then why escort me alone?"

He raised his wrist, which still had a circle of deep red marks, and complained slightly aggrieved: "You guys are very rough to me."

"I don't know." Tang Song gave the most appropriate answer, "You shouldn't be here."

——It stands to reason that they should all be players who came here by accident, so, pretending to be an aborigine, I must not know where they came from.

"Understood." Jiang Fang nodded, "If this is a conspiracy planned by someone, I am the one who was especially targeted."

The hearts of Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing were shocked at the same time.

Grass.

Can this also be guessed by him?

In a sense, they are indeed the team that has always been targeted by the system.

Jiang Fang bent down, and jokingly pushed Tang Song's head with the muzzle of a gun: "Excuse me, am I important?"

Tang Song was sweating profusely, holding on to his dizzy brain running at high speed, trying to find the best answer——

"No." Nanzhou raised his hand to question, "Why didn't you target me? Bind me too? I'm also very strong."

Jiang Fang was taken aback by his blunt words, and then smiled brightly: "Yes. It's probably just a random assignment, and I'm just unlucky."

Nan Zhou asked Jiang Fang, "How did you know that the person escorting you was sick?"

"It's very simple." Jiang Fang replied, "If you just opened your eyes, there is a person in front of you who crazily praises your appearance, walks around excitedly, talks to himself, whispers, and tries to If you step on your face and shoulders, anyone will think this person is sick."

Nan Zhou lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a while.

That is to say, when Jiang Fang just woke up, he received the message that neurotics can move freely, but normal people are restrained...

No wonder, then, that he would attack these "free men" indiscriminately.

He decided not to blame him.

And Jiang Fang seemed to be inspired by his own description, paused, thoughtfully said: "...Ah. If this is the case, he may have Stendhal Syndrome."

Nan Zhou: "Huh?"

Jiang Fang pinched his chin, and said solemnly: "A kind of mental disorder caused by the ultimate pursuit of artistic beauty, manifested as hallucinations and violent attacks in the face of favorite artworks."

Li Yinhang: "..."

Is it her illusion?

...Is this him boasting that his appearance is a work of art?

Nan Zhou stared at his face for a moment, nodded in approval: "If this is the case, then it is reasonable."

When Jiang Fang heard this, his smiling eyes slightly curved: "Thank you for the compliment."

He happily turned to Tang Song who was silently rolling his eyes in his heart: "This..."

Tang Song reported his family name: "My surname is Tang."

"Mr. Tang." Jiang Fang said gently, "What's wrong with you?"

"You belong to the same armed force as the art fanatic, don't you? You must be sick too, aren't you?"

Tang Song said: "I don't have one."

Jiang Fang: "Oh?"

The information that Tang and Song knew was also very limited.

But he knew that Jiang Fang's judgment was very correct.

The weapon in his hand was snatched from the person sleeping in the cab.

In a car, there are two people who also hold guns, one inside and one outside.

Apparently, they were guarding the empty tram.

Tang Song searched the belongings of the person he killed and found handcuffs, ammunition, and an electronic pass.

These are enough to prove that these two people do belong to an organization.

"The organization I work for... will only accommodate psychopaths who are driven to do so."

In the time left for Tang and Song Dynasties, every word he uttered was like walking on thin ice, like walking on a chasm: "I pretended to be sick so that my family could have a safe place to live."

Jiang Fang: "Who knows if you have a disease of lying?"

Tang Song calmly drooped his blood-stained eyelids, and made an appearance of resignation: "Believe it or not."

Nanzhou: "So, where is the destination of this train?"

"Where are you going with arms in your hands? What are you going to do?"

... This touches the knowledge blind spot of Tang and Song Dynasties.

He is also a newcomer, and he dare not tell a deeper lie, for fear that it will not come back.

But he wasn't helpless.

He responded with absolute silence, gritting his teeth.

Because of excessive tension, a circle of flesh ridges bulged around his cheeks, which vibrated slightly as the tram moved.

Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou subconsciously looked at each other, and then were stunned for a moment.

...as if they had looked at each other like this countless times before.

"You don't want to say so much, because you are worried that we will kill you?"

Yuan Mingqing, who had been silent before and was worried that he would expose his relationship with him, took two steps forward and inserted in a timely manner.

He suggested to Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou, "We still need him. We don't know enough about this world, do we?"

"Speaking?" Jiang Fang turned his smiling eyes to Yuan Mingqing, seeing his back feeling chilly, "I haven't spoken all this time, but I spoke for him?"

Yuan Mingqing didn't change his face: "You don't have to be on guard against me like this. It's better to win over a defector from the other side's camp than to grope for information and intelligence bit by bit."

"Hmm." Jiang Fang looked at the paper-faced Tang Song, "That's true."

Hearing Jiang Fang softened his attitude, Tang Song also relaxed a little.

There was an eerie silence in the carriage again.

A problem repeatedly tormented Tang and Song, making him always uneasy.

In the end, he turned his head to the side and asked weakly, "How did I expose it?"

He thought his actions were quite secretive, so he couldn't figure it out.

Nan Zhou: "Didn't you already be on the roof? You followed Mr. Silver Hair all the way here?"

Nan Zhou: "Your belt fell from the window."

Nan Zhou: "Your breathing is still so loud."

Tang Song: "..."

He was careless.

There is also a monster who has lived in an extreme environment since birth and knows nothing about "assassination" and "stealth".

No matter how excellent his body functions and various parameters are set, they are still within the category of carbon-based organisms.

This is something that Nan Zhou, who is not a human being, can't be fooled by.

Tang Song laughed lightly at himself: "The stealth failed."

"Do you call your behavior 'stealth'?" Nanzhou looked at Tang Song in surprise, "I thought you were so arrogant and followed you without any cover, you were a very powerful person."

Tang Song: "..."

Tang Song, who had been humiliated invisibly, hadn't completely calmed down yet, Jiang Fang's smiling face appeared in his sight.

"I'm sorry." He said, "That gentleman just now was really right, but I'm still worried about you."

"Mr. Tang, can I break your leg? Don't worry, I will find a way to take good care of you, and it will be convenient for you to pick it up afterwards."

Without waiting for Tang Song to make any comments, Jiang Fang raised his hand and shot him, hitting his kneecap accurately.

Accompanied by the shattering of bones and Tang Song's cry of pain in amazement, Jiang Fang stepped on his shoulder and said gently, "Thank you for your cooperation."

He looked at Yuan Mingqing who was stunned: "Sir, since you care so much about this defector, then you can take care of him."

Yuan Mingqing forcibly broke free from the astonishment and anger, suppressed the boiling anger in his chest, and replied in a low voice: "Okay."

Nan Zhou stared intently at the muzzle of his gun which was still emitting smoke, glanced at his own gun, and lightly touched Jiang Fang's waist with it.

He said calmly: "You teach me."

Jiang Fang looked at him: "Okay. But we need to get to know each other again. My name is Jiang Fang. And you, what's your name?"

"South Boat."

Jiang Fang tilted his head, looking at him with something else in his eyes: "I think so too."

"What do you mean 'I look like it'?" Nan Zhou asked, "Have you seen me?"

"what……"

In Jiang Fang's eyes, when he grabbed his hair and forced him to look up at him, the face that was revealed from the black and slightly messy hair made him catch a glimpse.

At such a close distance, he could really see Nanzhou clearly.

He pressed the gun against his neck, slowly rubbed the hot skin, and suppressed the beating rhythm from the heart: "...Maybe it was in a dream from a long time ago when I was a child. "

Nan Zhou blinked curiously, looked at Jiang Fang, and said, "I still have a question."

Jiang Fang softened his tone: "Well, tell me."

Nan Zhou: "Do you like to speak in this kind of pretended affectionate tone?"

Jiang Fang: "..."

He laughed out loud: "Did I leave you with such an impression?"

"If that's the case, I really want to get to know you again."

Compared to Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang who had already started talking, Yuan Mingqing looked at Tang Song who was half-fainted and his distorted kneecap, and the blood in his chest surged upwards.

He hung his head, trying to control his emotions.

Li Yinhang on the side stared straight at Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang with an uneasy and embarrassed expression.

"Don't stare at them like this, be careful of being targeted." Yuan Mingqing suppressed his irritability and challenged in a low voice, "Don't you think their way of doing things is very problematic?"

"Really?" Li Yinhang hesitated, and said to himself, "But I think it's easier to live this way."

She seemed to be cheering herself up by talking to herself: "Yes... In this environment, it's not okay to be too weak."

Finally, she did enough psychological construction for herself.

She quickly walked towards Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou.

"Hello." Li Yinhang stammered, "My name is... Li Yinhang. I'm a bank employee... Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Yuan, Ming and Qing didn't recover for a long time.

When he understood Li Yinhang's subtext, even Yuan Mingqing who claimed to have a good temper, blood rushed to his face, and he clenched his fists in shame and anger.

Even if she followed these two psychopaths, she would not follow her relatively normal and gentle self?

what does she mean?

Who is "weak" referring to?

I... Could it be that I was looked down upon by this stupid human being?

The author has something to say:

Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties: We tried to alienate Li Fangzhou, laughed to death, and did not move at all