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Payment...

After understanding the meaning of those words, Wang Xichen's breathing stopped instantly.

For a moment, it was like a piece of ice blocked his throat, pressing his head to deprive him of oxygen, and a small stream of cold air rushed straight to his limbs.

His first reaction was actually a prank, but he had to think about its possibility based on the previous strange situation.

He would rather not know these words, but the meaning of those words kept grinding in his mind, rendering the originally not scary fonts into a scary scene. This sign itself seemed to have a strange power to make people believe.

"This is true."

And Zhao Lue's words collapsed his hard-built suspicion.

He, Wang Xichen, would die in such an unknown place.

Just when he was a little confused and a little nauseous and wanted to vomit, his shoulder tightened, and a warm palm pressed heavily through the thin autumn shirt.

Wang Xichen came back to his senses and saw Zhao Lue's drooping eyelashes.

Zhao Lue was focused.

After a while, he raised his eyes and showed a bright smile that was different from a chuckle.

"Don't be afraid." He said.

——

It has been more than ten minutes since Zhao Lue first discovered the words on the back of the yellow card.

More and more people have discovered the toll rules of the toll booth. In addition to bursting out incredible exclamations, everyone has also tried to pay the toll in their own way.

Although there are several weird precedents, people can't believe it so quickly.

Some people took the bus back the same way, but they kept going in circles. Some people walked through the woods on both sides of the road and came out from the other side helplessly.

Some people forced their way through the toll booth and fainted after being warned by the electronic voice for "attempting to evade the fee" - just like the father of the woman who died.

Some people tried to attack the toll booth, and the consequences were the same as the previous one.

In short, as all the attempts were accepted by the toll booth without any harm, most people wisely chose to queue up.

At the front were the bus driver and passengers. The driver was reluctant to come forward, presumably because he didn't dare.

Because the rules on the sign were not very clear, for example, what does "own" mean?

Do nearly one million buses need drivers to pay the toll? Do drivers own the buses?

Zhao Lue was at the end of the line, waiting for the answer to this question.

Finally, the passenger with a cramped arm came forward and asked the monitor impatiently and hesitantly: "This bus belongs to the company, so the driver shouldn't have to pay, right?"

Zhao Lue said from a distance: "It is also possible that everyone is responsible for this bus." Wang Xichen looked at him hesitantly.

Then the monitor made an electronic sound: "Yes, the owner of the bus is the chairman of Baiyou Travel Co., Ltd., not any of the drivers or passengers. You don't need to pay for it."

The driver and passengers were relieved.

After a while, the toll booth said again: "No."

Others were puzzled by the two words of the toll booth, but Zhao Lue knew it was answering himself.

From the question and answer, Zhao Lue also found that this monitor or the toll booth itself was thoughtful, not just an intelligent machine that observed the queue jumper through some technological means.

"Please put your hand in the window next." The toll booth urged.

The first payer after the father appeared. A passenger took the lead in putting his hand in, and said, "The only thing on my body that is worth some money is a camera, which is worth 30,000 yuan."

The toll station asked, "Do you want to calculate the balance?"

After the passenger with the camera hanging around his neck nodded, everyone focused their attention on the display.

Everyone wanted to see the balance. In the life toll station, the so-called balance is probably the remaining life span?

Does the toll station have a way to know a person's life span? What is the method?

Zhao Lue asked from a distance, "Did you calculate it correctly?"

The toll station immediately answered, "After you put your arm in, the toll station will calculate the maximum natural life span you can live according to your current state based on your cell vitality, living habits, etc. The toll station cannot predict whether you will encounter natural disasters or man-made disasters in the future, so it has nothing to do with any accidents."

The explanation of the toll station was unexpectedly scientific.

The photographer's balance was displayed: "41". If nothing unexpected happens and he does not change his living habits, he can live for up to 41 years.

"Do you want to start paying? You can't stop paying at will after you start paying."

"Let's start."

The button to start paying lit up on the monitor, and the number "00" changed to "05". It seems that the passenger didn't calculate correctly, and he had to pay for five years.

"How could there be an extra 20,000?" The photographer was shocked.

"One of the jade carvings in your mountaineering bag has a market value of 20,000."

The photographer was surprised: "There is a real one in it!" He opened the bag and checked it out.

When he finished paying and stepped through the toll booth, the number jumped to "00". There was nothing strange on his face, as if he had simply crossed a hurdle.

"It seems that this toll booth can also identify the authenticity of antiques." Zhao Lue complained.

The photographer didn't care much about losing five years of his life, but Zhao Lue smelled danger from it.

——Payment cannot be stopped at will, but the number they have to pay is deducted after the start, which means that if there is a mistake in the calculation, if the balance is not enough, they will die.

When Zhao Lue said this to Wang Xichen, the voice was heard by the person next to him, who immediately asked everyone to carefully calculate the value of the items they had.

So everyone started to count one by one.

Wang Xichen also pulled out all the things in the car and looked at them scattered on the ground. He was silent for a moment.

"Palamela, I remember the starting price is one million?" Zhao Luo touched the ash surface of the Porsche.

"I choose more matches." Wang Xichen unconsciously rubbed his forehead with a gloomy expression.

"How much did it hit the ground?"

"One million and a half million."

"Where are your clothes?"

Wang Xichen was wearing a luxury brand's silhouette jacket. He thought about it and said, "I don't remember, but it's probably around 20,000 yuan. The total for this outfit... the shoes are more expensive, a total of 80,000 yuan."

"I didn't have time to wear a watch or anything like that today. The decoration in the car plus the mobile phone cost about... 90,000."

152 8 9 = 169.

Wang Xichen will undoubtedly die.

Zhao Lue looked at the reinstalled Dou Sui. He was puzzled that Wang Xichen had no time to put on the watch but put the Dou Sui on the car. But this was a good thing, otherwise a watch would be more expensive than the car.

"What about you?" Wang Xichen sighed, "Isn't there all clothes in your box?"

Zhao Lue shook his head: "The box is empty. I didn't want to leave. How could I put anything in it?"

But the box itself costs 40,000 yuan, the Bodhi string on his left hand costs 20,000 yuan, and the clothes cost about 50,000 yuan. The noise-canceling headphones were given directly by the brand. Zhao Lue remembers them very clearly. They have not been released yet, and the market price is estimated to be 20,000 yuan. .

4 2 5 2=13.

He wasn't wearing a watch or expensive jewelry, so the number wasn't that big.

"One hundred and thirty thousand." He said, looking at the team that was slowly moving forward.

Compared with their clothing and decorations, which often cost hundreds of thousands, most of the others wear less than ten thousand.

So a lot of them just have to pay for the car.

Cars worth less than 100,000 yuan, cars worth more than 100,000 yuan, cars worth more than 200,000 yuan, and even cars worth more than 300,000 yuan. Their life balances are enough to pay, and some people have been wiped out as passengers without cars and have not paid for a year.

Wang Xichen knelt down tiredly and stared at the cracked potted plant. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he said, "Zhao Lue! Do you think potted plants count? Like potted plants, if I smash the car..."

——Does that mean I don’t need to pay for the car?

He should be able to endure the remaining 17 years... he won't be so miserable that he dies young, right?

If it was that bad, he would have burned his clothes.

Zhao Lue patted him on the head and said with a smile: "No, if you don't believe me, look ahead."

Wang Xichen raised his head, stood up from the ground, and saw Zhao Lue walking forward.

A very thin ray of cold light passed through Zhao Lue's fingertips.

Wang Xichen took a closer look and found that Zhao Lue had pulled out a small knife from the bag on the inside of his clothes.

The thin blade circled around the slender white fingers, forcing Wang Xichen to swallow all his doubts.

"Someone tried smashing the car before. After all, even if you can afford it, you don't want to lose more than ten years of your life in vain. Unfortunately, the rules are very clear." Wang Xichen heard the sound of Zhao Lueyuan leaving.

Wang Xichen suddenly realized.

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He watched Zhao Lue walk forward calmly, like a light and elegant cheetah, with the knife spinning in his hand.

He didn't understand what Zhao Lue was going to do, but of course he believed in him.

Zhao Lue passed by a man holding a mobile phone.

They looked at each other for a moment.

Wang Xichen was suddenly startled, and time seemed to slow down.

The moment they passed each other, their eyes collided.

However, soon, the man lowered his head subconsciously.

The two of them were at peace with each other, one stayed where he was and the other moved on.

Wang Xichen looked at the man with his head down and noticed that he was the one who was talking on the phone from a distance away when Zhao Lue got in the car.

The man panicked for some reason, and then he raised his phone.

Wang Xichen slowly approached him and actually heard him talking on the phone.

Make a call in this place where there is no signal.

The man said: "Brother Han, I have arrived at the main god space No. 1... No, nothing happened, there is just someone I am a little scared of..."

——

The man quickly realized his confusion and put down his phone with a guilty conscience. At the same time, the team froze because someone finally ran out of balance.

A person with insufficient balance drives an Audi worth more than 200,000 yuan, but his balance is only twenty years old.

His wife was standing next to him, unable to care for a moment that her husband had only twenty years to live at most. She only knew that her husband was going to die now, just like the father of the woman next to him who was in a daze.

The husband was trembling, feeling a fear that no one else felt much.

To be honest, this life toll station is not scary. Its attitude is very gentle. It is far inferior to the scary scenes of motels and barren mountains in some European and American movies. It seems to be just acting according to the rules, and everyone has no questions. Answered in detail and patiently.

So far, at least as far as everyone can see, only one person has died.

If you really want to say it, this toll station is a bit "hatred of the rich".

This short-lived husband could only blame himself for his short life.

People who have paid their lives stand on the other side of the toll booth. Some are sympathetic, some are indifferent, and some even have a vague sense of schadenfreude.

The strange thing is that only a small number of them who have contributed more than ten years of their lives are grieving for the lost years.

When life is calculated as cold numbers, humans will lose their sensitivity, and when these numbers are consumed in advance, it is difficult for humans to realize what they have really lost.

Not to mention just one year, this year alone is a year with family, a year filled with work and rest, and a year composed of 365 days, spent day by day.

This year may be the hope of a dying patient who is struggling to survive.

Maybe it is this year that changed the world and all mankind.

Maybe it is this year...

More than one year.

Zhao Lue clearly knows the sinister intentions hidden in the toll booth. What people lose is the possibility of the future, the precious things that should be carried by the years they should have.

And when you know how many years you can live, a person's future is completely changed.

Zhao Lue also understands that indifference - as if he can only live for the remaining years.

And besides not caring, what else can everyone do.

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