Xu Zhao's familiar white light flashed before his eyes. When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I felt was the sound of "clang, clang, clang, clang". Xu Zhao raised his eyes and saw that she was on a train. There is a hard seat under me, and there are passengers around, some chatting and eating, and it looks normal. She called up her consciousness, and there was a five-word prompt on it: Go to the destination. Where is the destination? Xu Zhao touched his pockets, but found nothing. No ticket, no identifying information. She calmly turned over the seat under her body, but found nothing. She has no luggage.
It's a problem on the train without a ticket. Especially in games. It's probably a murderous intention. She had nothing on her, so how could anyone be eating around her? Where does their food come from? Are the original residents and players treated differently? Diagonally opposite Xu Zhao, there was a fat man eating green vegetables happily. Maybe a green salad? He ate with great gusto, with a look of enjoyment on his face. Is it so delicious? Xu Zhao's eyesight was amazing. When he picked up the vegetable and put it to his mouth, he saw the veins of the leaf and realized that it was a leaf. Do people here eat leaves? Also, he actually ate it with his hands. The fat man seemed to have noticed her gaze, and he hurriedly put all the leaves in the lunch box into his mouth, as if he was afraid that she would snatch them. He shook his head after eating. Not sure if there were fleas on his body or something, he stretched out five fingers to scratch at his body. It's very inconsistent. There were two others who were chatting all the time. The two of them spoke very fast, one sentence to another, seamlessly, and their mouths hardly stopped for a second. Xu Zhao also listened carefully. The two people were arguing about which part of the fish was delicious. There was another person who looked like a player, looking around nervously. Looks like a new player. Some of the others were staring out the window in a daze, some were dozing, and some were reading. Dressing up and grooming are all quite normal. Instead, she wore a set of pajamas herself, but no one noticed anything strange about her outfit.
In this carriage, Xu Zhao secretly counted thirty-two people, all sitting side by side. Next to Xu Zhao is an old lady who is dozing off. Outside the window is an endless desert. If you look carefully, the sand seems to be steaming with white steam. Her instinct told her that it was dangerous outside. "Ding dong." Suddenly, the radio rang. The carriage immediately became quiet, those who had dozed off woke up, those who read also put down their books, and those who ate stopped chewing halfway through their meals. "Tickets will be checked soon. Passengers, please have your tickets ready." A gentle female voice rang on the radio. But for some reason, Xu Zhao felt that the voice was malicious. As the sound of the radio faded, Xu Zhao saw the fat man eating just now, the two girls chatting without taking a breath, and the passengers who were dozing and reading immediately started to move. The fat man climbed up to the shelf where the luggage was placed very nimbly, and the girl who was chatting quickly lay on the window, one on each side. The old lady dozing next to her got under the chair. All these people left their seats. Without any clues, Xu Zhao could only do as he was told. She jumped onto the luggage rack above her head. The sky outside suddenly became gloomy for some reason, and even the inside of the train was a little dark. Suddenly someone screamed, and Xu Zhao saw two people grabbing the luggage rack. A man wearing a white T-shirt was pushed off and fell to the ground. Before the man could get up, a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of him. "Sir, please show your ticket." A man wearing steward's clothes stood at the entrance of the carriage, holding a cloth bag in one hand and putting the other on his waist. He looked down at the white T-shirt man on the ground, his voice was silent. No waves. When did he show up? Xu Zhao had always paid attention to the entrances and exits of the carriages on both sides and did not see the attendant moving around. It felt like he appeared all at once. The white T man's face turned pale, he got up and ran away. But before he could even take two steps, the flight attendant grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back. The man in white T turned around and resisted, stretching out his foot to kick the flight attendant. But the flight attendant acted very quickly and with great strength. He grabbed the white man by his collar and threw him onto the roof of the car. The white T man hit the roof of the car and ran out of air when he fell back down. The flight attendant still didn't let go of the white man's collar, lifted his body, and stuffed it into the bag on his left hand. Xu Zhao noticed that the bag was very long and could fit ten people in it without any problem. "No ticket, damn it." The steward muttered. The only voice in the carriage was the steward's voice. Others did not dare to express their anger and stared closely at the steward to see his next move. The flight attendant squinted his eyes and glanced at the carriage, stretched out the hand that had just grabbed the white man, and counted the seats in the carriage.
"1, 2, 3...28." After counting, he shook his head again, "No, no, I counted wrong, try again." After saying that, he changed his fingers in another direction and counted again, and the final number was eighteen. He was a little annoyed: "Damn it, I won't count anymore." It was obvious that this flight attendant was not very good at math. After he gave up counting, he placed his eyes on the seat closest to him. This seat was originally occupied by two girls who spoke very fast. Now the two girls were lying on the window, and the seat was empty. The flight attendant came closer to the seat and looked carefully, sniffed again, and frowned, "No one is there?" Then he moved to the seat on the other side. This seat was occupied by a man and a woman. The woman stepped on the back of the chair and the man hid under the chair. The woman standing on the back of the chair held her breath and tried to stabilize her body. She seemed a little nervous. The flight attendant still looked over the seat and sniffed, and frowned even more when he found that no one was there. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his face and looked at the woman standing on the back of the chair. Xu Zhao saw that the flight attendant's eyesight was very poor. The woman on the back of the chair turned a little pale, but she still held her breath and didn't move. "It's not good to hide." The flight attendant smiled, and he took a step forward. Suddenly, the expression on his face paused, and then he smiled again, "It turns out he was hiding underneath." It turned out that when he walked forward, he kicked the man hiding under the chair. "Sir, please show your ticket." The man under the chair suddenly trembled, and he quickly climbed out and escaped. Now, the flight attendant was even more sure. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the clothes on the man's back. The man struggled desperately and shouted to grab the person in front of him who was also hiding under the chair, "Help, help me..." The person under the chair hugged the legs of the chair tightly, making no sound or moving. Soon the man's voice became desperate. Like the previous man with a white T, he was thrown to the roof of the car by the flight attendant, fell to the ground, died, and was put into a cloth bag. Sorry for the late update. There will be another chapter later.