Chen Yang saw the zodiac book in Miss Qiao's hand and bit the tip of his tongue inadvertently. He "hissed" and a slender girl in a white dress flashed in his mind. It was the little fairy Qiao Qiao. She stopped on the first floor of the A3 floor and was with the little mute.

"Sister Qiao, do you still know how to tell the constellations?" Chen Yang swallowed his sigh.

"I understand a little bit." Miss Qiao's lips curled up, making her look so charming, making people unable to take off her eyes. She opened the book and asked Chen Yang's zodiac sign again.

Chen Yang said: "Libra."

"Libra... your fortune is very stable today." Miss Qiao's fingers clicked on the spreading zodiac book, "You have completed the task, and this has been verified."

Chen Yang nodded.

Miss Qiao said: "Your fortune this week is also very stable,"

Seeing Miss Qiao pausing for a long time, Chen Yang asked nervously, "What?"

"You have a good relationship with the opposite sex," Miss Qiao said ambiguously, "The same sex is better."

Chen Yang: “…”

"Little Yangyang, there are a lot of bad peach blossoms around you." Miss Qiao's expression changed from ambiguity to sympathy.

Chen Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, it would be better.

The rotten peach blossoms are like flies. How much can he stare around him? He is not a piece of cake.

"However, your love that was unrequited in the first half of the year will usher in a major turning point, and your righteous fate will appear." Miss Qiao said.

Chen Yang didn't understand: "What is Zhengyuan?"

Miss Qiao raised her eyebrows: "It's destined."

Chen Yang's heart thumped uncontrollably, and every time it seemed to be calling Chao Jian's name.

"Is it destined?" Chen Yang heard his hoarse voice, "Is it destined to be destined."

Miss Qiao means a lot: "Little Yangyang, you have the potential to have a love brain."

Chen Yang was speechless.

"Once you meet love, the ship of life will turn around and circle it." Miss Qiao said, "Love is supreme."

Chen Yang wanted to say something but didn't say it out loud, because he remembered something that Chao Jian and Xiangzi Mu revealed.

Chao Jian revealed that when they first met, he was an experienced old missioner, and Chao Jian was a newcomer, so he did not invite the other party to form a team. Instead, Chao Jian did several more tasks after that, and when he met him again, he asked Chao Jian to join the team.

It should have been considered in many aspects and would not impulsively pull people in without thinking.

Xiangzimu said that after Chao Jianjia came in, the three-person team turned into four-person teams, and the four-person team occasionally turned into two-person teams, and he would teach Chao Jian one-on-one.

Chen Yang scraped the tip of his tongue, which was a little painful, on the inner wall of his mouth.

"Sister, look, you have a good harvest of love and career in the second half of the year..." Miss Qiao stopped again, but this time she didn't mean to tease Chen Yang to keep her indifferent. Her long and dense eyelashes drooped down to cover the things in her eyes.

Chen Yang ate the last piece of sugar in his mouth, and then his career line broke, and his whole body died, and his love was covered with blood.

The saying that changes rapidly is suitable for shopping malls and more suitable for the mission world. Often, I am glad that I have escaped from death at the moment before, but died at the next moment.

Dead without preparation, and didn't even have time to cry out for pain. This is the most common phenomenon in the mission world.

Miss Qiao seemed tired, so she closed the zodiac book and pinched her eyebrows with her fingertips.

"It's good to have a good harvest in love and career, thanks to Sister Qiao's words." Chen Yang's voice was low, "Sister Qiao, have you ever calculated your fortune?"

"I don't count." Miss Qiao took back the zodiac book.

Chen Yang pursed his lower lip and turned to read the newspaper car.

Before one task ends until the next task begins, they cannot walk around the car and view the surrounding newspapers.

Just like now, everyone can only stay and wait for new passengers to come up.

Chen Yang glanced at Sister Qiao beside him and sighed silently. The rules were really cruel. Sister Qiao fell ill before resetting, but after resetting, she was not taken away that part of the gray memory. The disease was still following her.

"Go in and go in!" The driver suddenly said to the void beside him, "Don't stand at the door!"

Chen Yang sat up against the back of the chair, and another passenger came up. What item would it be? I hope it is not an ordinary, inconspicuous public type, preferably a little special, and it can make people feel impression after a glance. Maybe once the item appears, corresponding information clips will appear in his mind.

A few seconds later, a drop of blood appeared on the ground in the front aisle, and a small piece of blood fainted.

Then another drop.

There seemed to be a "pop" sound in the air. Although the sound was small, it could make people's scalp numb and dare not breathe.

The passenger who came up was holding something in his hand, dripping blood drop by drop.

Then,

He started walking backwards, taking a big step, and soon arrived at the back, leaving a string of blood wherever he passed.

The bloodstain stopped next to the seat Wang Kuanyou sat in before his death, and there was only an inconspicuous aisle away from Chen Yang and Miss Qiao.

Chen Yang smelled a strong smell of blood. Before his brain started to work, he saw a machete on the seat.

The blade is sixty or seventy centimeters long, the handle is crimson red, the blade is used too many times, and it is a bit curled, and the blood is winding down like a blood snake.

There were still a few blood clots stuck to the sharp tip of the knife.

This knife just killed someone!

The air in the back row condensed, and the driver shouted in the dead silence: "The next stop is the terminal!"

The bus drove forward and drove to the last distance.

The five-minute countdown begins.

When she arrived at the station, if Miss Qiao completed the task, the ghost would get off the car. On the contrary, she turned into a paper man and sat in the machete position, and the ghost was possessed by her.

"Oh my God, the murderer..." The female white-collar worker moved from her seat to the last row. She seemed to remember bad memories, her face turned white and her teeth trembled slightly, "Is it a murderer?!"

"Damn!" Huangmao howled. This was not his mission. He didn't need to worry about not having enough time. Whether the murderer could be found. He was just afraid and excited because of the first time he saw the murderer's weapon. He wanted to know who killed the murderer in the end.

"Did the police kill him? He was caught and died directly | sentenced." The female white-collar worker looked at Miss Qiao outside the car window with her arms in her arms, "The answer is the law."

“…”

"I've been caught, that's the answer, but what if I'm not caught?" The man in glasses stood up and stared at the machete on the chair with alert, fearing that the knife would suddenly fly towards him.

He had no doubt at all that the machete could cut off his head in one go.

"This item is so explosive. Everyone should think about it. Have you ever seen it?" The man in glasses took off his glasses and wiped off the cold sweat that had flowed on his eyelids.

"Yes, I feel like I am..." Huang Mao said casually, but his words stopped stiffly.

He and the man with glasses and the female white-collar workers were all strangely silent because they had been sure that they had not seen the case of machetes in the newspapers in the car.

It shouldn't be.

The two messages of murderers and machetes are very special. Even if you accidentally scan a little, you will have an impression.

The three of them couldn't figure it out, and they looked at Miss Qiao at the same time.

Chen Yang's gaze had already stopped on Sister Qiao. The props for the last mission were too special and had more memory than he expected, but there was no information in his mind, not at all!

The bad premonition that I had when I helped Wang Kuanyou find clues... came out again.

Before Miss Qiao could speak, Chen Yang stood up "instantly", crossed her to the aisle, and half-squatted to look at the bloody machete.

The handwriting of the newspaper in this bus is a little larger than that of the ordinary version, and there will be pictures of each ghost's background clue. The pictures are black and white, and the size is not very small, while the machete pattern is very conspicuous and easy to remember.

There are 23 people in the team, which is the 23rd mission. Every time I check the newspaper for clues, Chen Yang has the memory of searching for 22 times in the car. If the machete picture is in the car, he will not be unimpressed.

Chen Yang took a deep breath. He subconsciously thought that he had missed it, and several teammates who were still alive also missed it, not because of other reasons.

Just as Chen Yang was about to start looking for corners and corners in the car, Miss Qiao's voice came from behind: "Is there a small hole in the hilt of the machete?"

Chen Yang quickly checked: "No."

"No?" Miss Qiao turned around in an instant, and the next moment, Chen Yang touched the machete, turned it over, and said to her, "Yes." She seemed to be stunned for a second, and smiled, "It's really..."

Chen Yang felt that Sister Qiao's mental state was getting worse at a terrible speed. He put down his machete and rubbed the blood stained on his pants at will. His eyes never left Sister Qiao, and his expression was very serious.

Miss Qiao sat in Chen Yang's seat, leaned against the car window, facing him and the aisle: "The owner of this knife is my target in my previous mission, and he slaughtered a murderer in the hospital."

"Then why did he appear here?" The man in glasses in front of him looked shocked.

"The last mission was also this mission point." Chen Yang said.

"What's the meaning?"

The female white-collar worker explained with an incredible expression: "It means that this city is a big task point, and it is cut and divided into small task points."

Huangmao let out a "Damn" and he lay on the back of the chair behind Miss Qiao: "Beautiful sister, you are so lucky."

Among the other three teammates, except Chen Yang, the other two have the same idea.

Although they scoffed at the appearance of the murderer in this mission, can that kind of dog be considered a human? Killing him is called "Fai Tian Xingdao", what kind of murderer is it?

"Now, just tell the answer directly." Huangmao said.

Chen Yang had a completely opposite mentality to those three people. The muscles on his back became tense: "Sister Qiao, you didn't kill someone?"

"The murderer's bones were very hard, and we were beaten to a life and could fight back. He found an opportunity to escape, and we chased him, and a boy in the team followed me closely. Later, the boy's physical strength was better than me," Miss Qiao fell into memories, "When I arrived, the murderer's head had been cut off by the boy."

Chen Yang said: "This question is the same as the previous one, and it is also a trap question." Maybe it is also aimed at you. He added in his heart, thinking about it and directly said the second half.
To be continued...