K32 is here, but no one gets on the bus.

There is only one ghost.

The twenty-two surviving people stood scattered in the glass window, watching the dead Lao Li disappear into ashes the moment he stepped on the train.

Everyone couldn't help but feel suffocated.

If you can't go back, you can't become a ghost if you die.

At 9:35, K32 will depart on time.

The moment the rumbling rumbling completely disappeared, the lights on the platform went out.

Wait for the next car to come.

Chen Yang found that ignorance was indeed fearless. The old Li in the waiting room was a ghost, and his appearance was no different from that of ordinary people. He did not reveal his true appearance when he died. He did not know and could not see it, so he was not scared.

He also talked to the other party.

Chen Yang wanted to put down the body of the worker hanging at the door of the waiting room, but found that it was not possible.

The corpse was connected to the door and could not be pulled.

I can only keep hanging.

There were corpses blocked, but the door could not be closed.

But the ninth waiting room is not in the innermost place. No matter which waiting room comes out, I will see someone hanging there, and I feel so furious.

Everyone walked away carefully by the door.

Chen Yang flipped through the worker's luggage and found a handful of dust at the location where he had originally hidden the lighter.

The ghost has been erased.

Chen Yang was stunned, and a gust of cold wind blew from him, causing the dust to pounce on his face.

Pull him aside with one hand.

The ashes pounced on the air and flew away.

Chen Yang patted his clothes with lingering fear: "The old saying goes, the more you are afraid of ghosts, the more you bully you, I believe it."

"Death early and rebirth is a way out. It is reasonable to die better than to live a life..."

After talking for a while, Chen Yang cheered up and said, "Let's go, let's go to the first floor to see Lao Li's body."

He looked down at Jane and said, "I want to live so much?"

Chen Yangxiao: "Alive."

I was confused and didn't think about the word "I thought about it carefully" in the rehabilitation hospital. It was very thin and I couldn't fill in things. I thought about it when I came into the task world, with fighting spirit and hope.

There are people inside and outside the newspaper booth on the west side of the first floor.

The new man is outside and the old man is inside.

When Chen Yang went in, Wen Qing, Feng Lao, Xiangdong and the painter didn't say anything, and each had his own thoughts.

Lao Li's death was strange, as if he had seen something terrible during his lifetime.

"At around two o'clock in the morning, Lao Li was still alive."

Chen Yang took the initiative to throw out a message and then asked them four: "You guys searched at two newspaper booths on the first floor last night. Who is responsible for this?"

Wen Qing shrugged: "The one who is old Feng and I are in another newsstand."

When Xiangdong saw Chen Yang looking over, he said in a rough voice: "I, the painter, we are here."

"I don't know when I left, and I don't look at the time," he said.

"What about it?"

Xiangdong raised his eyebrows: "It's past three o'clock."

Chen Yang's hand was pinching the train ticket. At that time, they were staying in the seventh waiting room.

And Lao Li should be with the people in the aisle and the workers.

Later, the heads in the toilet were found.

The time for a few things was not accurate enough, and Chen Yang didn't pay attention to it carefully, so he could only arrange it in a sequence.

He walked towards Chen Yang's approaching, and his hand was about to put on his shoulder. He feared the power of the crutch, so he changed to reaching behind and grabbing his back.

When he realized it, Xiangdong kicked several times in the newspaper booth, and the rabies attacked.

After the kick, he said to Chen Yang as if nothing had happened: "Don't ask anymore?"

Chen Yang ignored his madness and said with the flow: "Is there anything unusual in this newspaper booth?"

Xiangdong licked his lower lip and smiled: "Guess."

The same bewitching expression as always, but it is paired with a swollen and bruised face, and I can't bear to look at it.

Chen Yang went to see the painter silently.

"That guy's mind is full of disposable gloves at the station. If he answers you, I'll eat shit."

Xiangdong just finished barking, a turbid sound of phlegm as if it was holding a mouthful of phlegm.

"No." said the painter, "no abnormality."

east:"……"

He rushed to the painter and grabbed the collar of the other party's windbreaker: "You fucking me deliberately slapped me in the face?"

The painter touched his bleary lips and went out.

"Wow!"

Wen Qing Hai Seal clapped her hands: "Do you want to watch it?"

Then she was beaten up by Xiangdong.

Xiangdong was tall and big, with a strong physique, and his fists were full of blood. He exuded all the aggravation that Zai Chaojian was suffering. The literary youth was no match at all and there was basically no chance to fight back.

"Hey, civilized people never act, it's so rude."

Wen Qing's nose and face became swollen. After tidying her hair, he swallowed a mouthful of fishy sweetness, wiped off the blood on his mouth, and smiled at Xiangdong with evil words: "Don't do this next time."

Xiangdong felt chills and was sick.

Chen Yang watched Wen Qing leave as if nothing had happened. He turned his face and looked at Dong: "Why do you always say you want to eat shit whenever you bet with someone?"

Xiangdong's face was twisted for a moment: "It can be seen that I am a man who will last forever."

Chen Yang: “…”

After getting angry, Xiangdong felt much more comfortable. He opened the glass cabinet with ease, took out a pack from a Tengwang Pavilion that opened inside, rubbed the gold thread that was picking up the packaging: "Go to have a meal?"

Chen Yang was also hungry. He ignored Xiangdong and asked the boy who had been looking at the postcards on the clip: "Do you have any plans?"

Xiangdong was ignored and his face turned around again. He spat, walked out of the newspaper booth with anger, and shouted at the group of people who were focusing their attention.

"Look at your dad, get out!"

Before walking east, I flew to the newspaper booth and lost a lot of books and magazines.

"No one in Area A can control him, just like his back garden."

Chen Yang said casually, picked up several books on the ground, and took away the villain's books on Lao Li's body.

"By the way, he is also from Sanlianqiao. He is mixed in East Street and is often injured when he is in the rehabilitation hospital."

Chao Jian ignored this. He used a crutch to fight, and the postcard on it shook, and it was very strong and did not fall off.

Chen Yang looked at it: "Have you discovered it?"

"Photo taken it." Chao Jian walked to the side of the newspaper booth with crutches and swept the transparent beverage cabinet.

After Chen Yang took the postcard, he went to his place. The cabinet was standing upright, with seven rows, and there were black tea, Coke, Sprite and the like.

Each row was not satisfied, and the gap did not meet any sequence that Chen Yang thought of.

"Let's go." Chao Jian said, "Go find something to eat."

Chen Yang was about to pick out his cup-up again, but the boy said, "Don't have instant noodles."

“…”

Chen Yangtui pushed the old man sitting on the plastic stool: "Old Feng?"

Old Feng raised his drooping white head and looked at Chen Yang dullly: "Ah? It's over?"

Chen Yang twitched: "We've left, we've gone to have dinner, and we're going to leave."

"Then let's go."

Mr. Feng touched his wrinkled face: "It's better for you. I know how to call me this old man after dinner. I don't look like those, and I have no conscience."

Chen Yang captured him looking for Sun and his party in the crowd outside, and pretended that he hadn't seen anything: "Old Feng, are you going with us?"

Feng Laodie's newspaper's movements kept: "Yes, it's good to eat more people."
To be continued...