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After sitting down in the sixth car, Fang Li always kept a look of hesitation.

Xie Baiyuan leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. He hadn't been so relaxed for a long time.

After hesitating for a while, Fang Li asked, "When did you find out that Lu Rui and Tang Chong were together?"

Xie Baiyuan said: "From the moment he entered the instance."

At first, he sensed something was wrong with Lu Rui, and when he met Lu Rui who was entangled in his hair on the third floor, he saw the flashlight in Lu Rui's hand at first sight.

Xie Baiyuan checked Lu Rui's backpack, which not only contained spare batteries for the flashlight, but also emergency ropes, compressed biscuits and other outdoor survival supplies.

This person was clearly prepared.

The seventh car is located in the middle of the whole train, which is equivalent to a primary dungeon specially prepared for novices, most of which are newcomers who don't understand anything.

After getting out of the seventh car, you can choose to go to the sixth or eighth car, both of which can be regarded as a second-level copy.

By analogy, the fifth car and the ninth car are three-level dungeons, and the more you go to the two ends of the train, the more difficult the dungeon will be.

Although the seventh car is simple, passengers cannot stay in the same car for a long time. That is to say, veterans who want to catch newcomers to fry fish ponds have to go through the cycle of No. [-]-No. [-]- No. [-].

Zhao Xiaotong was listening on the side, and slapped his hands when he heard the words: "It's true, when we were chased by that bearded man with a gun, he asked me to leave the ticket with him. It turned out that he wanted to cheat me of the ticket."

As she spoke, she confronted Lu Rui in her heart. It is easy to block a hidden arrow but hard to defend against it. Tang Chong can see the problem at a glance and they can still be wary of him, but Lu Rui can successfully deceive their trust. .

After saying these bitterly, Zhao Xiaotong sighed, and praised Xie Baiyuan from the bottom of his heart: "You are very good."

Whether it is observation skills or combat effectiveness when dealing with mobs, Xie Baiyuan's performance is undoubtedly quite outstanding.

Fang Li suddenly became very curious about this man, who is he?from where?Where did he learn his skills, and why did he get on this train.

Xie Baiyuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him, before saying after a while: "You guys are thinking too naively."

Fang Li didn't refute, it was indeed their problem that they blindly trusted Lu Rui without distinguishing whether he was an enemy or a friend.

"I have another question." Fang Li raised his hand.

Xie Baiyuan: "You ask."

Fang Li: "Since you know he has a problem, why are you so relieved to let him follow us?"

Xie Baiyuan: "Is there any reason not to use the human minesweeper delivered to your door?"

Fang Li: "..." You have a really dirty heart.

"But you still have to be more vigilant." Xie Baiyuan glanced at Gu Feng and his daughter sitting in front of them: "Even a six-year-old child may have a dagger hidden in his sleeve."

Fang Li froze: "No way?"

Xie Baiyuan smiled: "I'm just giving an example."

Fang Li breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought of another question and couldn't help asking: "...Didn't you doubt me?"

In the dungeon, Xie Baiyuan took good care of him all the way, but apart from being lucky, he was completely a rookie in other aspects.

Xie Baiyuan didn't refuse to save him at all, he saved him from those hairs, and finally gave him the access control card.

This is not in line with Xie Baiyuan's style. Fang Li will not really think that the boss will fall in love with him at first sight at such a critical moment just because of his "boyfriend" who provoked Mrs. Mary.

Xie Baiyuan didn't speak, just looked straight at him.

Fang Li was frightened by his stare, and was about to speak, when Xie Baiyuan said: "I doubted it." Xie Baiyuan replied very frankly, "But after contacting, I found that there would be no old hand like you in the car."

He added another sentence: "And you are very lucky, it will be easier to pass the customs with you."

Fang Li: "... Oh." Thank you so much for your affirmation of me.

After driving for half an hour, the car slowed down slowly, and the carriage shook for a while.

As long as Fang Li thinks that he will be able to return to the real world after getting out of the car for a while, his mood can't help but surge.

Although he can only stay in the real world for a few days, after four or five days, he will be forced to return to this train again.

"Remember to keep the ticket well," Xie Baiyuan said, "...forget it, it's not a big deal."

"I see." Fang Li would naturally be more careful as his own life was at stake.He was so eager to go back that he didn't hear what Xie Baiyuan said in the second half of the sentence.

Before getting out of the car, Xinxin took his hand, raised her head and shouted crisply: "Bye, brother."

Fang Li's heart warmed, he knelt down and reached out to touch Xinxin's hair, "Well, goodbye Xinxin."

He walked towards the car door. The strong light outside the car door made him cover his eyes with his hands, and stepped forward cautiously.

When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings were crowded, and Fang Li felt as if he was standing on the waves, shaking his body with the waves.

—he returned to the crowded morning train.

The warm sunlight coming in from the car window, the female high school student with braids in the car while reciting books and eating omelets, everything is so real.

Fang Li took out his phone to take a look, and the system reminded him that the battery was low.

At 25:[-], it coincided with the time when he was pulled onto the train.

He really came back to reality.

As soon as Fang Li looked up, he happened to meet Gu Feng and his daughter. On this morning train, he had just given up his seat to the family when he was pulled onto that mysterious train.

Xinxin sat in her mother's arms, secretly beckoning to him, and Gu Feng also thanked him.

Just as the bus arrived at the stop, Fang Li waved and got off the bus.

As soon as he got off the car, he arrived at the entrance of the company. Fang Li stood there in a daze until someone called his name from the opposite side.

"Fang Li, come in, what are you doing?" It was Xiaoya. She was standing downstairs in the company, with long hair and shoulders, and a bright smile.

However, in Fang Li's eyes, such a beautiful scene is completely out of touch with beauty. When he saw Xiaoya with loose hair waving at him, he would think of those cannibal hairs. The company building behind Xiaoya looked like Like a monster with its mouth wide open.

Without saying a word, he turned around and ran, stopped a taxi by the side of the road, and said to the driver in a panic, "Go to Nanyuan Community."

The driver was also frightened by his appearance, and hurriedly started the car, looked in the rearview mirror and asked, "Young man, is someone chasing you? Do you need to call the police?"

"No, I'm fine." Fang Li leaned on the back of the chair and let out a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that his reaction was too violent, Xiaoya must think he was baffled.

Sure enough, as soon as the car drove out, Xiaoya's phone call came in.

"Hey, Fang Li, what are you doing? What a hellish reaction."

Fang Li felt distressed, so he could only vaguely say, "I don't feel well today... please help me ask for a leave of absence."

"Uncomfortable?" Xiaoya asked, "Is there something wrong with your stomach again? I'll accompany you to the hospital in the afternoon."

Fang Li said: "No need, I'll just go back and take some medicine, you should be busy."

"Okay," Xiaoya said, "I have prepared a big gift for you today."

Fang Li couldn't laugh or cry: "Hair tonic?"

"How do you know?" Xiaoya said in surprise, "I'll keep it for you first, and pick it up when you come to work later."

The two chatted for a few more words before Fang Li hung up the phone.

He remembered Xie Baiyuan's words, and took out the ticket from his pocket. The red face on the black background still made people feel uncomfortable.

On his ticket this time, the carriage and seat number became "Car No. [-], seat F in row seven".

He carefully put the ticket into his pocket and zipped it up.He had a hunch that for a long time to come, he would have to live with this ticket.

After returning home, I turned on the computer and started searching for keywords on the Internet.

He thought, since passengers can return to the present world for a few days after clearing each dungeon, there must be someone like him asking for help online.

However, after browsing for a long time, what he saw most were urban rumors about "ghost trains that mysteriously disappeared".

This weird ghost train has been reported many times in some Russian newspapers and media, and scientists from Moscow University have also investigated this phenomenon.

In January 2009, there was a train disappearance incident in Ukraine. The person who broke the news claimed that he saw an oncoming train, but disappeared in an instant.

This train appears elusive, it can be said that it ignores the conventional laws of physics, breaks through time and space, so as to appear quietly and then disappear mysteriously.

Fang Li wasn't sure if this ghost train was the same thing as the hearse he accidentally took. He put the page in his favorites, and when he was about to close the page, he caught a glimpse of a related link titled "I Was Pulled On a magical train."

He clicked in and found that it was an anonymous forum where many people shared their adventures.

The host said that he dozed off at work one day, but when he woke up, he found that he was not facing a computer, but a ticket inspector wearing a strange mask.

These descriptions remind Fang Li of Werther, the ticket inspector in the waiting hall.

However, he continued to look down and saw that the host's first few layers of speech revealed some kind of worry. When the host went online again after a few days, the words he sent were illogical, as if he had lost his language organization ability like a madman.

Fang Li read his meaning from the other party's few words, and he repeated the sentence repeatedly: votes, they are all robbing me of tickets.

The landlord's update has been interrupted since then, this forum is very deserted, Fang Li originally wanted to register an account to reply to the post, but the system popped up a "This post does not exist" prompt.

A yellow trumpet floats on the homepage of the forum: In order to respond to the call of the country, adhere to the Sinicization of Marxism, crack down on pornography, gambling and drugs, and promote positive energy, this forum is temporarily closed.

Fang Li: "..." Before today, he was also a staunch fighter of materialism.

Unable to find any more information, Fang Li turned off his computer, turned his phone on airplane mode, fell headlong on the bed and fell into a dark sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already two days later in the afternoon.

The sun hangs in the sky, leaving a trace of warmth for the earth at the end of the day.

Fang Li turned off the airplane mode, countless messages and prompts rushed out, and the phone almost got stuck.

In addition to the messages Xiaoya sent him, there were seven or eight missed calls from his second uncle.

Fang Li replied to the messages one by one, and repeatedly assured Xiaoya that he did not pass out at home, so he tried to persuade this friend.

After replying to these messages, he went to take a shower and put on clean clothes. He felt refreshed and regained some vitality.

The phone vibrated, and Fang Li answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Mr. Fang Li?" said the person on the other end of the phone, "You have a courier. It's a bit big. I'm at the guard room at the north gate of Nanyuan District. Can you come and pick up a courier?"

Fang Li thought for a while that he hadn't bought anything recently, maybe the second uncle sent him something good.

"Okay, then I'll come over now."

"It's troublesome."

The autumn wind was pleasant, Fang Li walked under the tree, feeling a kind of long-lost relaxation.

So when he was being searched against the wall with his head covered, the sentence "fuck you uncle" stuck in his throat for a long time and he couldn't spit it out.