Forces of Temptation

…Nanzhou has a headache.

He didn't wake up naturally just now, he was sleeping on the window, and after being frightened by the girl's scream, he hit the latch.

It hurts.

When he woke up, there was a strange big colorful mushroom head in front of him.

It took Nan Zhou a while to figure out that he was not dreaming.

"Second—"

Mushroom is very satisfied with the dead silence in the carriage, and the undulating arc of the mushroom umbrella is light and pleasant.

"Three of you are ghosts."

Speaking horribly.

Mushroom ignored everyone's ashen faces, and pointed to the offender who was lying on the seat and the white pulp had slowly flowed onto his shoulders: "It's a coincidence, this is not the one just now."

"Friendly reminder, when the ghost's head explodes, it is a white mushroom."

The deceased who was listed by the mushroom as a teaching material, but in just a few seconds, the body can no longer be seen.

Grey-white mycelium extended from his rapidly decaying and shrunken hands and feet, burrowing into the seams, racks, and pads on the seat.

They extend finely to where the blood splashes, like a dutiful scavenger.

Mushroom is very satisfied with everyone's expression at the moment.

until it caught a glimpse of Nanzhou.

The side of the eye where Nanzhou sleeps by the window leaves a striking red mark, and there are a few strands of half-curly hair that rise up in sleep.

He's still looking at it.

The kind of look that is far more curious than fear.

…Mushroom has an inexplicable feeling of being offended.

Nanzhou found that the mushroom was looking at him, so he kindly reminded: "It's the second."

Mushroom: "…"

It shook the umbrella cover unhappily, and the short hand straightened the brim of the hat in a fit of anger, and turned the umbrella cover to the Nanzhou side completely.

"Thirdly, ghosts, like you, have basic common sense, normal thinking ability, exactly the same physiological structure and physiological response, so players can skip the steps of harming each other and start you civilized judgment."

Speaking of this, Mushroom tried to put two short hands together, but only the stubby fingertips barely touched.

"However, players don't have to get frustrated so early!"

"You are not helpless in the face of ghosts."

"Simply put, each of you has a vote!"

"Three people make a team."

"As long as there are three people - it doesn't matter if there are more of them - you can rely on the team's judgment to determine a suspected "ghost"."

"After the entire team agrees on the suspect, just use this thing, in the suspect's hands—"

Mushroom took out a silver bracelet similar to handcuffs, and took out another identical, aligning the two obvious grooves on the bracelet, and touched it lightly.

"Drip-"

The bracelet made a short mechanical sound of boarding and swiping the card.

Mushroom clapped her hands happily again.

The bracelet used as a demonstration turned into two silver powders.

"As long as three players place a stamp on the same bracelet, the owner of the bracelet will automatically be judged as a 'ghost'."

"Of course, the system will determine whether you are actively stamping or passively stamping."

"There is no limit to the number of passive stamps per player."

"Ghosts cannot kill players by means other than voting before the game is over~"

"You will go through six tunnels before this car reaches the finish line."

"You can understand that there are six rounds of voting, six times."

"After entering the tunnel, one round of voting ends automatically; when you exit the tunnel, the next round of voting starts automatically."

"Next, it's time for you to verify whether this round of judgment is correct~"

"After exiting the tunnel, will there be more white mushrooms or colored mushrooms in the car?"

"It's up to each player."

"When you reach the end, all the ghosts are caught, and the player will win~"

"On the contrary, the prohibition on the ghost will be revoked~"

"Unfortunately, if the player just now hadn't left the dungeon without authorization, you might have eliminated all the ghosts in the first round."

While Mushroom was talking with great interest, the annoying player next to him made a sound.

He twisted his cuffs and whispered, "Don't make trouble."

"That's not an edible mushroom."

Mushroom: "…"

Nan Zhou raised his head and politely gestured "Sorry, please continue" to Mushroom.

…Subtle, very annoying.

The evidence is that the speed of Mushroom's speech has been accelerated, and the strange tone particles are not added.

"When the whole army of ghosts is destroyed, this bracelet will become an ordinary prop, and I will leave it to you as a souvenir."

"Excessive violence is not prohibited in this game."

"But I have to remind you again that voting is the quickest and most efficient way."

“When the game is over, the system will accumulate points based on your contribution, which determines your next game experience.”

"Use your brains. It's an absolutely fair game."

"The trial level experience time is one hour."

"Then..."

"Have a nice game."

Boom.

The mushroom quickly shrank into a flat light towards the center and disappeared without a trace.

Crash.

As the mushroom disappeared, the silver bracelet fell to the ground, rolling and bouncing all over the floor like the balloons celebrating its debut.

The car was silent for a while.

In the closed bus, there are eight people and three ghosts under the snow-white skylight outside the window.

It is daytime, but everyone is like a cold pool.

The first man to break the silence was the man who took action first in the entire carriage.

He walked to the front row and picked up a bracelet.

Everyone took their own bracelets, but they didn't dare to wear them, they observed each other.

until the silver-haired scorpion braided cuff tentatively slipped over her wrist.

When picking up the bracelet, someone took a lucky look at the driver's seat.

Unsurprisingly, the only driver who could possibly confirm the original passengers had disappeared.

They were on a bus without a driver, running at a speed of 80 kilometers towards the unknown land.

This discovery undoubtedly aggravated the stagnation of the atmosphere in the car.

"Don't waste time."

Because the first to speak and the first to try to walk towards the driver, the man was stared at by several eyes.

Invisibly feeling that he shouldered some kind of responsibility, he coughed dryly and said, "How about... introduce yourself first?"

He was the first to speak: "My name is Zhao Guanglu, I am thirty-seven this year, in the first phase of Zhanghua Community. I work in a construction company... uh... divorced for three years..."

As the first person to introduce himself, he didn't know what else to say, so he had to add dryly: "I was the second to get on the bus. The driver said I was the second ."

Li Yinhang hurriedly raised his hand: "I am No. 3! Also Zhang Hua's!"

She still remembered the warm touch of the driver's uncle patted on her shoulder, and the kind "No. 3".

Unexpectedly, Zhao Guanglu scratched his scalp and said, "Why didn't I see you."

Li Yinhang's heart was suddenly empty, and a cold sweat fell.

...The passenger seat of the bus is still too high, and it is too easy to block people's sight.

Besides, when he got into the car, he was still sleeping with his clothes covering his face.

She hurriedly said: "My name is Li Yinhang, 24 years old, I graduated from the Finance Department of X University, I work in the Songzhou Street Branch of Guangming Bank, and I am a customer service line."

Everyone: "…"

Li Yinhang, working in a bank.

It doesn't get any better than this.

Li Yinhang: “…”

Although she didn't like her name very much since she was a child, and every time she introduced herself to the exam class, she couldn't help but laugh at her, but she never tried to use her head to prove it like this time clean.

She tried her best to find other evidence: "Guangming Bank has a staff dormitory in the second phase of Zhanghua Community, you know?"

"...Really. I really don't know that." Zhao Guanglu shook his head apologetically and emphasized, "I fell asleep when I got in the car."

He hadn't realized what his words meant in the ears of some new players with no masters.

At least so far, as the first person to take the initiative, his words and comments have the most weight.

The eyes of many people looking at Li Yinhang changed.

Li Yinhang's heart is burning with anxiety, but what she has developed in her customer service work is the language organization ability that will not easily get out of control in the face of danger.

Otherwise you will be given a bad review.

She said: "After I came up, I talked to some people, do you remember."

She doesn't hold out much hope.

She did talk to other people in the car.

But in order to take care of the sleeping person, she kept her voice very low.

Besides, those people have already got off.

What's left now are some raw faces sitting in front of her that she doesn't remember at all.

Sure enough, no one testified for her.

In the numb silence, Li Yinhang searched his stomach and listed the evidence that he had been in the car: "The bus passed by Dalong's Pickled Cabbage Fish Shop, 31 Food Street, right Now, we finally crossed the bridge across the river..."

…The more she talked, the less she received a response, the more scared she became, and the more she fell into deep self-doubt.

She was probably the only one who noticed that there were too many people in the bus the moment it passed through the tunnel.

Others will think that the ghost has already got in the car.

Can you believe what she is saying now?

"...well."

A voice interrupted Li Yinhang, whose voice was already shaking.

The silver-haired scorpion-braided beauty who was regarded as a "beauty" stood up and glanced at her, her pale gray eyes filled with gentle encouragement.

He said, "She's been sitting behind me since I got in the car."

Li Yinhang heard the sounds of heaven, and the sweat all over his body suddenly fell.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they are eager to catch the ghost, but out of the psychology of avoiding harm, everyone does not want to talk to the ghost so quickly.

Someone complained: "Why didn't you say it earlier."

"As the rules say, we need to form a team. I don't want to be preconceived as a team." He said, "After all, I speak for her. In the eyes of others, she and I are on the same team. So I just wanted to wait and see again."

"My name is Jiang Fang." He introduced, "Twenty-five years old, my father is Ukrainian. I should be a witness of the great friendship between China and Ukraine."

Li Yinhang finally saw his face clearly.

Mixed indeed.

His facial features, especially his nose and eyes, have Russian aesthetics, but the lower half of his face has charming oriental features, with red and thin lips.

If it weren't for the special situation, no one would not imagine his mother's beauty.

He continued: "I returned to China not long ago because after my mother passed away, I wanted to visit the city where she grew up. I rented an apartment in Donghua."

The girl in the front row who woke up Nan Zhou with a scream asked softly, "I'm from Donghua Apartment. Why didn't I see you when I got in the car."

"I came up from the back door, and I live in the foreign country." Jiang Fang pointed to another door in the middle and rear of the vehicle, and asked Li Yinhang, "Did you see me? ?"

Although I didn't remember when Jiang Fang sat in front of him, Li Yinhang knew that if she didn't follow his words, she would still be the target of public criticism.

In order to escape from the predicament, she nodded vaguely.

Zhao Guanglu is quite alert: "What's your number?"

Jiang Fang calmly asked: "Should we have a number?"

Zhao Guanglu: What do you mean?

He looked at the girl who also got on the bus in Donghua Community.

The girl shook her head, indicating no.

Zhao Guanglu thought about it and understood the reason.

In his drowsiness, he also felt that someone was walking around frequently, getting on and off the car.

Be aware that Donghua Apartment is very close to the Cross-River Bridge. Before that, if there were too many people going up and down in the car, the driver was very likely to give up informing every car in order to avoid the trouble of statistics. The individual's own boarding sequence, in turn, records the number of people currently on board.

In other words, the count is meaningless.

Jiang Fang had nothing to ask here, Zhao Guanglu quickly remembered another suspicious person in the car.

But when he looked around, he found that the man had disappeared again.

Zhao Guanglu: “…”

When everyone's attention was on the back row, Nan Zhou groped on the seat wholeheartedly, and finally reached the only hand that rolled under the seat from the gap in the chair ring.

When he lowered his head and put on the bracelet, the hard and cold inner wall brushed the slightly raised black butterfly tattoo on the inside of his right hand.

He turned the bracelet, thinking about something.

Suddenly, Nanzhou felt like being watched.

He put his hand on the headrest of the seat next to him and looked back sideways.

Immediately, he buried half of his face in his raised arms and let out a sigh of relief.

…no wonder it feels that way.

Because almost the whole car was staring at him.

…Sit in the front row, appear most abruptly, and react most abnormally to mushrooms.

For Nanzhou, he also felt that he was the most suspicious.

"Luoyan." Nan Zhou introduced himself, his tone was very natural, with a coldness of literary quality, "26 years old, teacher of Longtan No. 2 Middle School, usually lives in Longtan District , summer vacation, go back to mother's house to visit relatives."

After several rounds of speaking, everyone gradually became more courageous.

"When did you get in the car?"

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"What is there to prove what you say?"

These three questions do need to be given a reasonable explanation.

...So, how can he explain that he was suddenly teleported here, and he is not a ghost.

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