sunk in yesterday

"It looks like I drank a lot of wine." A couple of young people got into the car newly, at best they had just graduated from college, and one of them was the one who had whispered about Xia Zhuo at the beginning, and those beautiful peach blossom eyes were quite attractive Attention.

There is no need to introduce people who are not familiar with each other. After he sat down, he poured himself a cup of tea, turned his head and said to his companion: "You are so stupid, don't become like him in the future, disgusting."

The companion was wearing a pair of frameless mirrors, with a calm expression: "Speak less."

"Tch." Tao Huayan rolled her eyes, as if she didn't take the other party's words to heart at all.Holding the small pot, he added another cup of tea to himself, and instead of tasting it, he looked straight at the three people opposite who were still idling and looking at the scenery, as if they were looking for something.

The deacon on the platform still smiled decently. If he sent it to participate in the butler professional evaluation, he would get a score of [-]. The extra point was deducted because he was too old and his appearance was not pleasing to the eye.

He looks polite and professional, but even Xia Zhuo can detect the unusual aura around him.There were two more people on the platform who didn't dare to hesitate. Seeing that the person who got on the vehicle first didn't lose a single hair, they strode towards the carriage without looking back.

Xia Zhuo looked at the middle-aged participant who was still waiting to be sent back, a little confused, and couldn't help but tilt his head to look at Guan Yuzhou: "Guan——"

After he uttered a word, it suddenly occurred to him that ordinary people would not reveal their real names to others, so he stared at those dark eyes and abruptly changed his words: "——Qiangqiang!"

Such a powerful name was uttered, and the other unfamiliar participants all looked over.

Guan Yuzhou: "..."

Xia Zhuo didn't feel guilty about giving him a good name at all, and continued to ask him in a low voice that the two of them could hear: "If you are not satisfied with the dream you entered, you can still wake up and enter the next one? That is, after entering Can I just choose to leave?"

"Unless you die in a dream, or die in reality."

It means that you can say goodbye after you die, and you can go back wherever you like.

"……Oh."

After Guan Yuzhou finished answering, he poured a cup of black tea and pushed it in front of his eyes: "Warm stomach."

Madam Bai held her chin, and looked at the bald man outside the window with caring eyes: "Drinking is a mistake, I think it's because I drank my brains out. No matter how persistent the old thing is, he will definitely not be able to escape if he dies. It depends on what kind of death method is set for the escaped in this dream."

The middle-aged man naturally didn't know how the rest of the participants were talking about him behind his back, so he raised his hand and patted the deacon's shoulder twice, "Send it, just send it back, you... work hard, I'll talk to your person in charge later , I won't deduct your... hiccup, salary." He seemed to have no sense of the unusual atmosphere at all, and was so drunk that he didn't even know that he was actually in a dream.

"Thank you for your kindness." The deacon stood like a stone fixed in the soil, and the corners of his mouth widened, as if he was very happy for the proposal of the guest in front of him.

After the whine, a solitary headless carriage drove in the opposite direction and stopped firmly on the rails.It looks old and the window frames are a little crooked, not much better than the bus that Xia Zhuo took last time.

The deacon bent down and made a "please" gesture: "Your car is over there, and the driver will take you home."

"That, that kind of junk, I won't... I can't get on it, let your best car take me!"

Mrs. Bai was full of enthusiasm for watching the guests, she raised her brows and smiled coquettishly: "It's not bad, if you're so drunk, you can still know that the car is broken."

It appears to be ingrained in luxury living.

"I'm very sorry," the deacon's tone was full of apology, but the smile on his face did not diminish, "You are in a hurry to go back, and the only one that can be sent to you is this one."

The middle-aged man muttered a few more words in a low voice, saying that you must be fired, and walked towards the direction he pointed.

"I think it's not that he can't accept it, but that he wants to save face." Tao Huayan curled his lips: "This kind of guy is just showing off to others. He doesn't have many real skills. He just relies on airs to support him. He deserves what he suffers."

Everyone watched helplessly as he stepped out of the yellow line, climbed off the platform and stepped onto the rails.When he supported the car frame with one hand, the car door slammed shut with a bang, shaking up all the dust two meters below the steps, and the squeezed blood instantly sprayed on the glass window.

Half of the body was inside the carriage, while the other half was left outside, covered in blood and trembling violently.

"What an impatient guest." The deacon slowly folded the paper in his hand and stuffed it into his side pocket, and then smoothed it meticulously, before stepping towards the point of disaster.

Peach Blossom snorted, and turned to pat the arm of the frameless mirror, "This guy must be crippled if he can't die like this, maybe his body can be used as a cushion to protect his bones .”

The frameless mirror raised his hand to avoid his tossing, and pushed the sliding mirror frame by the way, and said indifferently: "It's good to be really dead."

If you don't die in this situation, you will suffer more crimes in vain.

The deacon knocked on the closed door, and the seemingly unconscious dead thing seemed to open its mouth under his instruction, and spit out the large living person bitten in its mouth.Although the middle-aged man would not be caught in two, his originally protruding belly is now sunken, the corners of his mouth are full of blood, and his arms are twisted unnaturally, bent in half as if crushed. round.

Such a pain, no matter how drunk people are, they should wake up.The contempt and impatience in his pupils were replaced by panic, and he watched the deacon stretch out his gloved hands and drag him back into the car like a sack.Seeing that he seemed unable to control his body, the deacon thoughtfully untied the belt around his waist, tied a knot around his neck, and tied it under the car seat.

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes up, as if he wanted to manipulate his legs to kick him, but he could only twist his limp torso like an earthworm.He twitched and murmured, his jaw was tilted and he couldn't say a complete sentence, and he made a rough "ho ho" sound in his throat. He couldn't breathe even after trying hard, and he could still spit out a little scarlet, trying hard to greet other passengers on the platform. of participants call for help.

As long as someone is willing to come forward and say a word of forgiveness for him, he may still be able to breathe.

But here is not relatives, no one wants to take a dip in the muddy water, just like the two strangely dressed girls who are facing him, there is no sympathy in their eyes, and there is even a hint of sneer, laughing at his stupidity And deserve it.

The deacon looked down at his red-stained gloves, casually took them off and threw them aside, then took a new pair from his pocket and put them on.He smiled and bowed to the messy man, wishing you a good journey.

"It's less of a head in the water." Peach Blossom Eyes rested her chin, and wanted to communicate with the frameless mirror, but the person next to her didn't pay attention to her at all.He wrinkled his nose in displeasure, his eyes flicked to the two girls who got into the car, and then stopped on the calm trio opposite.

Two men and one woman, a common configuration, but it seems to be different.

Generally, in this kind of three-person team, there are two men fighting to protect the woman first.But the few people in front of them are not like a temporary team that each takes what they need, but more like an elite group after a long time of working together.

He instantly gave up the idea of ​​talking to his incomprehensible companion, turned his eyes around Guan Yuzhou and Mrs. Bai, and finally chose to start with Xia Zhuo who seemed to be the most talkative, "Hey, that brother."

Xia Zhuo had nothing to do with him, and he didn't hear his call at all.It wasn't until Taohuayan yelled again that he raised his head inexplicably and gave him a puzzled look.

When Tao Huayan saw this person in front of him at the station, he was coughing so badly that it made people feel thin and sick, and his pale face made people lose their appetite.Now warmed by tea, the young man with rosy cheeks is still so thin, and his slender wrist seems to be broken if he holds it, but he can't feel disgust, but he still feels a little bit of pity .

As the other party looked up, he found that the man beside this man also slowly cast his gaze, which contained the vigilance and warning that parents would only have when their child was accosted by a stranger.

Peach Blossom Eyes digs out some fun in this sense of crisis.He picked up the roof of his tongue with the tip of his tongue, and took the initiative to start a conversation: "That mole on your chin is so beautiful, is it tattooed?"

It was the first time for Xia Zhuo to hear someone praise a mole, but she responded quickly, without blushing and heartbeat: "Naturally beautiful."

There was a short, low laugh that seemed to be absent from beside him.

Xia Zhuo turned his head and took a look, mumbling: "What are you laughing at?"

Guan Yuzhou smiled unabated: "No."

"..."

A person's appearance can be a weapon, and peach blossom eyes are no exception.His eyes seemed to be full of water all the time, and he stared at Xia Zhuo without blinking at this moment: "I also have one, which grows on my waist, do you want to see it?"

Xia Zhuo habitually looked at his waist.

Tao Huayan saw his reaction, then looked at the frowning man next to him, and continued to fan the wind: "Actually, I also have a red mole on my lower abdomen. If you are not interested in the one on my waist, you can still look at me." cinnabar mole."

This person is really hot, what he said made some female participants blush.But although his tone could be called coquettish, there was a fox-like light in his eyes, as if he was aiming at an interesting prey.

Xia Zhuo seemed to be looking forward to it, and asked: "Really?"

She flirted with peachy eyes: "Of course it's true, do you want to see it, little brother?"

After speaking, he was about to stand up and lift the hem of his clothes, but was pulled back to his seat by the frameless mirror.

On the contrary, Xia Zhuo's waist softened, and he leaned against Guan Yuzhou's side, putting on a boneless appearance, and provocatively turned a shy look at Peach Blossom Eyes: "There is only a cinnabar mole? To tell you the truth, I still have a bone on the inner thigh. There are three side by side, but you won’t be shown if you want to.”

Peach Blossom Eyes: "..."

Guan Yuzhou took the initiative to retreat to the side, and complained softly to him: "Tossing around again?"

Xia Zhuo was dissatisfied with his evasion, but he did not re-entangle himself. "This time I didn't start it first. Besides, I have always been molesting people. How can anyone else molesting me?"

Guan Yuzhou glanced at him.

Xia Zhuo smiled and looked at him again: "But it's still the most interesting to tease you."

"why?"

"Because," Xia Zhuo paused for a moment, "People who don't look like they can eat the fireworks of the world are so cute when they look shriveled."

"..."

The siren sounded throughout the station when the train departed, and half of the bald man was lying outside the train, his neck was thick and red, hanging as if he could be strangled at any time.

A line of scrolling subtitles pops up on the fluorescent station sign above the head: The train has departed, and the final station: your home, I wish you a pleasant journey.

The car body moved forward relentlessly, and the iron wheels rubbed against the rails, rattling and rattling.The legs and feet that were forced to drag rubbed against the rough stones and the rusted track, and a shake was directly drawn under the car, leaving a long string of flesh and blood on the empty track, and a small piece of gray stone around Was splashed with mottled marks.

Xia Zhuo clearly heard Mrs. Bai click her tongue in disgust.

The participants have all seen too much blood and experienced a lot of life and death, how could they feel pity for a person who ruined himself with a drunken madness.For people like them who are obsessed with dreaming, the burden is naturally that one less is one.

The deacon politely watched his guests leave, as if he was satisfied with his dedication to work, then walked back with a smile, looked down at his pocket watch: "We will leave in 3 minutes, otherwise we will not be in time for dinner."

He put the watch back into his breast pocket, and asked considerately to the remaining two participants on the platform who looked unhappy: "Anyone else wants to go back? Don't worry about the distance, no matter how far you live from Feijigang, I will I will do my best to escort you home."

Hearing this dutiful line, Xia Zhuo applauded him in his heart. If he didn't have any tools at hand, he would have used a pair of scissors to make a little red flower on the aborigine's chest.

Mrs. Bai picked off the red nail on her little finger and made a light noise from time to time. She looked with great interest at the two girls who were huddled together with pale faces and seemed to be scared and didn't know how to walk. He is a real newcomer, or he is pretending."

Xia Zhuo looked at the Two-dimensional who was still trembling, thinking of her worried look when she came up to ask questions at the beginning, and said she didn't make any comments on it.

After all nine people were seated, the deacon did not occupy the vacant seats.He closed the window of the carriage, took out a small box from his pocket, and replaced the cake pan that had been divided up.

The box is not exquisite, palm-sized and rectangular.Although there are no complicated patterns and metal decorations, it doesn't look like a bargain bought from a street stall.Without knowing what is inside, no one will take the initiative to open it.

The deacon didn't give them a chance to open it either, he flicked his fingers and poured out the contents.

Everyone took a closer look and found that there were some cards with black characters on a white background.

The deacon explained: "The wedding ceremony between the master and Miss Shelley invited many friends besides you. My master was afraid that you would forget to bring important social tools with you, so he specially asked me to prepare for you. Now that everyone has arrived, I will hand over these to you. Here you go."

The upper-class banquets are meant to celebrate the organizers. To put it simply, most people want to broaden their network, so that when they need help, they can remember whether there is someone who can use each other.

The so-called social tools that the deacon said are also quite cheap. They don't cost much, and they are small plain cards with identity information and contact information printed on them.

To put it simply, it is a business card.

Xia Zhuo roughly counted, exactly nine, which were tailor-made for the nine people they stayed behind.

Nine business cards, nine occupations, different from left to right.

Now everyone understood that this was asking them to choose an identity to play a role-playing game in this dream.

Looking at the dignified faces of the other people, he probably guessed that something might happen if he doesn't choose the right thing.