Forces of Temptation

Dead silence.

In such dead silence, Li Yinhang heard his own voice trembling slightly: "Brother Fang, what are you talking about...?"

Jiang Fang's answer was to smash a nearby sealed window with his elbow.

So far, the vehicle has been driving for nearly an hour.

The regular and powerful rolling sound from the bottom of the car made the car body rumble and tremble.

They have been driving for a long time, but they still haven't got out of the long fog that winds like a dragon.

The huge misty mountain has become the only pillar between the sky and the earth, as if it is a frozen solid. It is not until the window is opened that people realize that the "mountain" is actually flowing.

Jiang Fang casually removed a small table from the bracket, held down a corner with one hand, raised his knee, and knocked off most of the plastic table, leaving only a long cold plastic stubble hanging in place.

He sticks one end of the plastic board out of the window and dips it into the mist, like a dragonfly touches water, returning after a little bit of mist.

When Jiang Fang retrieved the plastic board again, the expressions of the three people in the compartment instantly turned ugly.

——The part of the plastic plate that was in contact with the mist was evenly cut off a whole piece!

What flows outside is not flowing mist at all, but heavy blades!

As long as it falls into it, it will be broken into thousands of molecular particles in an instant, drifting away without a trace.

"See? We were wrong." Jiang Fang said in a regretful tone, "Shouldn't have gotten in the car."

This car is indeed heading into the "future".

Unfortunately, the name of the "future" is death.

Yuan Mingqing took two steps back, bumped his knees against the seat, sat down on it slumped, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva dryly.

He wanted to argue, maybe it would be better to get to the station, or wait for the fog to dissipate.

But he wasn't naive enough.

Chen Sufeng asked in surprise, "But what did you mean just now?"

Jiang Fang smiled lightly.

With such a smile, he grabbed Yuan Mingqing's wrist who was deeply shocked and in a state of madness like lightning.

The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties were not people who could be rounded and flattened by others.

When he wanted to raise his hand to resist, Jiang Fang slid out a thin steel bar from the sleeve, and with a piercing motion, it went straight through his palm.

At the moment when he was suffering from pain, Jiang Fang twisted his clothes at the back of his neck with his backhand, stepped on the seat on one side with one foot, twisted his waist, and jumped over the back of the seat precariously. In the narrow corridor of the carriage, Transposition before and after the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.

When he was in mid-air, he turned out the short dagger he had just taken out of the warehouse in his palm.

As soon as Jiang Fang fell to the ground, the tip of the dagger stabbed three or four times at Yuan Mingqing's shoulder and neck, who was about to rush forward.

In the continuous attacks, Yuan Mingqing was so painful that he almost went crazy, and his body fell forward involuntarily.

Jiang Fang successfully took advantage of the situation, grabbed Yuan Mingqing's hair, aimed his eyes at the sharp table board that he had split open with his own hands just now, and was still disconnected from the table shaft, and fit him well to lead him forward——

Li Yinhang let out a scream, covering up the sound of blood splattering.

The whole process takes no more than five seconds.

After finishing a bloody assassination neatly, Jiang Fang took a deep breath: "That's what it means."

"I closed the doors on purpose." Jiang Fang pointed to the direction of the No. 3 car with his bloody thumb, and added thoughtfully, "In case you mess up the last car and make him confused What the hell happened in the car."

Chen Sufeng let out a foul breath, nodded his head, "...Understood."

They got on the wrong train.

The only way out is to return to the station as soon as possible and end this reincarnation.

Instead of being killed silently by the fog, or being trapped in the car by the fog and not daring to get out of the car, starving to death, it is better to create as many massacres as possible, and make the scene in the car as tragic as possible.

Nan Zhou was the first person who returned to the station and possessed the ability to act independently.

The "hint" mentioned in the contract is most likely reserved for him.

These four little ants need to use their lives as clues to leave enough "carriage danger" pheromone for Nan Zhou.

Chen Sufeng looked around and tore off the already loose curtains in the No. 4 carriage.

... When he just returned to the station, because his San value had almost dropped to zero, he was distracted. Li Yinhang helped him into the car, but he tripped over the protruding rubber and tore the curtain loose.

Now this curtain can be used as his shroud.

Chen Sufeng calmly said: "Kill me."

Facing Jiang Fang, his voice did not waver much.

Even though Yuan Mingqing was kneeling in front of him covered with blood, the muscles in his drooping arms were still twitching nervously.

Jiang Fang stared at him for a while, took the curtain from his hand, and patted him on the shoulder.

He rationally evaluated: "After you go out, you may need to ask Yu Lu to take you to receive some psychological treatment. It's not good to always think about death."

Chen Sufeng: "..."

Li Yinhang: "..."

Although they didn't dare to speak, they agreed that Jiang Fang was the one who needed psychological treatment the most.

It didn't take much time to deal with Chen Sufeng.

Jiang Fang strangled him with curtains, hugged his warm body on the ground, and carefully covered his body with curtains.

After making sure that he had passed his breath successfully, Jiang Fang turned his attention to Li Yinhang.

Li Yinhang: "..."

Her back was pressed against the wall of the room, and she bargained with him in cold sweat: "Brother Fang, our friendship is not bad, right?... Can I choose how to die?"

Gentleman Jiang Fang said: "Okay. I respect the girl's choice."

Li Yinhang: "..." I thank you.

She stepped on the soft seat cushion and stood in front of a large piece of shattered window glass that was continuously pouring inward with fog.

Looking out of the window, she had the illusion that she was facing an abyss.

After taking a few deep breaths, she turned around and said, "Brother Fang, can you come here?"

Jiang Fang approached as he said, and thought that Li Yinhang might not be able to do anything to him.

This feeling is understandable.

Yuan Mingqing had already left enough tragic signs, and he didn't mind letting Li Yinhang die more cleanly and painlessly.

When he walked in front of Li Yinhang, a few strands of her hairball hair were torn apart by the wind, brushing against her eyes.

But her strikes were surprisingly precise.

——Li Yinhang waved one hand, and cut Jiang Fang's carotid artery with the blade hidden in his palm.

With a pale face, she smiled narrowly at Jiang Fang and said, "So...does it look more like we are fighting?"

Jiang Fang was stunned for a moment, covered his bleeding neck, blinked his eyes, and smiled approvingly.

Thank you.

Very thoughtful.

It also saved him trouble.

Li Yinhang, who had completed this little revenge, faced Jiang Fang, and supported the broken glass stubble with his backhand, leaving a bright red bloody handprint on the edge of the window.

She fell back, throwing herself into the wind.

In an instant, she disappeared without a trace.

The blood spattered from Jiang Fang's neck, staining the curtain covering Chen Sufeng's body red.

The world before Jiang Fang's eyes became bright and dark, like a light bulb with a bad connection.

The sound of breathing was amplified to infinity.

Every time he inhales oxygen, most of it is lost from the wound in the neck.

The function of the lungs quickly fails.

Followed by other organs.

Jiang Fang didn't care. He pressed the broken artery and slowly walked to the last carriage, stepping on the blood he shed all the way, letting the redness wet his silvery white hair.

He sat down against the carriage, tilted his head back, and smiled at someone in the air: "I've been waiting for a long time, I'm here to find you."

The second reincarnation begins from now on.

Everyone's memories related to the station are completely emptied, collected collectively, and returned to the origin.

Jiang Fang was woken up by the siren at the station, accepted the punishment again, and was wrapped in the puppet's silk thread.

This time, Nanzhou also saw the images left by their "cannibalism".

Unfortunately, the results are still not as expected.

Everyone was at the station at this time, in the middle of the game, looking at the flowers in the fog, naturally they couldn't remember the contract of reincarnation, and couldn't see the fog of killing.

Although Nanzhou tried to prove that there was some kind of "reincarnation" in the train, he couldn't produce conclusive evidence that it was their correct choice to stay in this small station that seemed to be full of despair and had nowhere to go.

Jiang Fang: "..." Alas.

He fell into the same melancholy.

Lovers don't kill people, worry about others.

As a result, the train once again carried four people and departed towards death.

Jiang Fang regained consciousness in the cab again: "..." Tsk.

Together with the recovery, there are all their memories of the first round.

This time, as soon as Jiang Fang entered the No. 3 carriage, Yuan Mingqing cursed: "If you dare to hit my eyes on the table again, I will kill you first!"

Jiang Fang's smile was full of sincerity, and he didn't discount it at all: "Overcome overcoming. Once you are born, you will be familiar with it the second time."

Yuan Mingqing was deeply shocked by Jiang Fang's brazenness.

I'm sorry, I have a bad memory, but I actually regarded Jiang Fang as a human being again.

And at the same time.

Nan Zhou at the station sat alone in the fog, waiting for Jiang Fang to come.

He couldn't tell when it was, but it seemed that in just an instant, the dense fog around him completely dispersed.

Nan Zhou seemed to have sensed something, turned around and looked——

At the other end of the station that was supposed to be a wall, at some point, a brand new track was born.

Different from the old green leather train that just left, a bright, tidy, colorful and romantic cartoon train is parked on the track, with its steel mouth open, eagerly waiting for the Nanzhou who is waiting in place alone.

It lights up and sounds the whistle of victory.

beep - beep -

The moment his eyes came into contact with the car body, Nan Zhou's silent memories in his mind came to life in all directions.

He also saw such a car in the last round.

The moment he saw the car, he knew that the game was over.

—he greeted his victory alone.

His Brother Fang either died in the copy, or he was on the train that had just left.

Nan Zhou thought, probably only if they died, the correct train on his side would appear.

Nan Zhou lowered his eyes.

He has no time to grieve.

When he was reincarnated for the first time, he was also standing in front of this train. Because of too little evidence, Nan Zhou was not sure of Jiang Fang's whereabouts.

He gave up boarding the car, besides wanting to save Yinhang and Chen Sufeng, he just wanted to try again.

This time the experiment was fruitful.

He found that the arrival time of the two correct trains was about an hour after the departure of the wrong train.

But to be precise, the time when the correct train arrives twice is not exactly the same.

This time, it was a little earlier than the last time.

If it is said that one hour after the wrong train departs, something will inevitably happen. There is a force majeure force that is powerful enough to kill the lives of several of them in an instant, causing a tragedy in the train, but why is there a difference between the two times before and after?

A full 5 minutes.

What happened in the wrong train?

After Nan Zhou thought about it for a while, he had a clear understanding in his heart.

The appearance of the "train conductor" is by no means accidental.

Adding up these two experiences, plus his understanding of Jiang Fang, if Jiang Fang was among the 4 people in the car, everything would make sense.

He would be the force majeure that caused the difference twice.

He must come back to find himself as soon as possible.

Nan Zhou put his hands on his knees and stood up. After sighing lightly, he put the Antarctic Star in his hands and stepped onto a carriage in the train.

He has the right to board the train without a ticket.

A red and white mushroom suddenly jumped out, showing a bright smile.

...It was the mushroom that greeted Nanzhou at the test level.

Ripe mushrooms.

It put its short hands on its waist: "Hey, I see you again."

This time Nanzhou replied quite skillfully: "I'm sorry, I still won't get in the car this time."

He took out the blade and cut his own wrist with the same skillful movement.

——Whether it is this round or the last round, he must give up the victory through "self-sacrifice", reverse time, and return to Jiang Fang.

But again, no matter which round it was, he didn't choose to do it at the station.

Because Nan Zhou was worried that if his blood flowed on the station, if he left "pheromone", he would mislead his judgment in the next round, making him think that the station was also dangerous.

He even planned his own death carefully.

However, this time, there was a little difference.

Where no one was paying attention, Nan Zhou, whose blood was constantly bleeding, clenched a thin homework title page in his pocket, which was the [Countercurrent Clock] brought out from "Xiao Ming's Daily".

Time began to reverse in disguise.

Under the props, start from zero, second by second, start timing.

Nan Zhou thought, I've been waiting for a long time.I will bring the evidence and go back to you.