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Holding my breath, cold sweat slid down my temples, and the fear from deep in my heart kept attacking me.

I stared at the aisle with my peripheral vision. I don’t know how long it had passed, but a pair of blue trousers floated past my field of vision.

"It's passed? It didn't find me?" I didn't dare to raise my head and stared in one direction for a long time. It was very uncomfortable, but I still didn't dare to move.

The blue trouser legs flashed past, and I counted my heartbeats silently. After about a few seconds, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a feeling of surviving a disaster emerged from the bottom of my heart: "It's so dangerous, what happened in the past? Why is there so much pressure on me? In the carriage on October 27th, Xu Qin pulled me away, was it just to avoid it? "

I still maintained my movements and took a breath. Just as I was about to raise my head, a dark blue shadow suddenly appeared in my field of vision.

"It's back again!" I was trembling, even if I raised my head, it wouldn't matter if I didn't. The air around me seemed to be solidifying.

"What's your name?" The voice sounded particularly penetrating, each word was prolonged for half a beat, and it was a bit cold.

I didn't look up, trying to get away with it, but not long after, the voice sounded above me again: "What's your name?"

It was a female voice, and it was closer to me than the first time.

I still didn't speak. The inexplicable fear affected my thinking. Besides, I had too few clues and information at hand, and I was completely unprepared for the next step.

"May I have your name?"

This voice appeared for the third time. What frightened me was that the voice seemed to be right next to my ear and directly transmitted into my mind.

I looked slightly sideways, but there was no one around me except Liu Xin and the trembling Feng Minglong.

The voice came straight into my mind, and I knew I couldn't keep pretending. I raised my head and tried my best to appear calm: "My name is Lu Xing."

When our eyes met, I saw the owner of the voice. She was dressed similar to the flight attendant in my impression. She had a dark blue uniform, long trousers and long sleeves that covered her body tightly, revealing only a featureless face.

"Is this the source of my fear?" In terms of cruelty and ugliness, I have seen things that are a hundred times worse than hers, but even when I encounter those things, I have never been so afraid. Under the training of the underworld show, my nerves Already as tough as steel.

"Logically speaking, I have no reason to be afraid. Objectively speaking, this woman's appearance is ordinary and she doesn't scare me, so what am I afraid of?" The human body has evolved pain, fear, fear, etc. in order to avoid risks. Emotionally, the feeling I had at this time was probably a physical instinctive reaction: "This woman is dangerous, she can kill me easily!"

My thoughts collided, and I came to this conclusion in an instant. I forced a smile, kept calm, and repeated: "Hello, my name is Lu Xing."

The Underworld Show will not issue missions that require death, nor will it do useless work. It requires me to pretend to be Lu Xing, and this must be the reason.

"Luxing?" The flight attendant said in a cold tone. He glanced at the four people on the seat and read out the names of the homeless man, Liu Xin and Feng Minglong respectively. It seemed that these three positions were destined to be theirs: "This is not your place. Where is your position?"

I was at a loss for words. I couldn't answer the steward's questions, and I didn't even have room for quibbles. Every position in the train corresponded to a person, and my time was still flowing. How could there be a place for me in this soul train?

"Everyone has their own place. If you can't find it, I can help you." The flight attendant's words were stiff and cold, and I actually felt a hint of murderous intent in them.

"She wants to help me find a seat? How can I, a living person, have a seat, unless..."

I didn't think about it any further. I put my hand gently on my trouser pocket, where some talismans from Lu Jin were stored: "There is no way to escape on the train. Once I break my skin, I can say that I will definitely die."

It's not my style to sit back and wait for death, but things haven't gotten that bad yet. I resisted the urge to use the talisman, raised my head and said, "Where are you going to help me find a seat?"

The flight attendant's face gradually turned pale, and I seemed to see a terrifying smile on her face: "You'll find out if you follow me."

Neither Feng Minglong nor Liu Xin dared to move. I sighed and was about to get up when the homeless man who had been huddled inside suddenly turned his head.

He shook his broken bowl a few times, and the clanking sound could be heard clearly in the quiet train.

"what are you up to?"

I looked at him in surprise. Who would have thought that this homeless man stretched out his dirty hands and took out a ten-yuan note from under the coin? Then he handed the note to the flight attendant, pointed at me and whispered: "Good man ."

This sudden move made me a little confused. My motive for throwing ten dollars into the homeless man's bowl was actually very impure. I wanted to hide in the bathroom and go to the subway station to lock the door. The homeless man happened to be sitting not far from the bathroom at that time. I was afraid that he would report me, so I subconsciously decided to bribe him with some small favors, but I didn't expect that he would misunderstand me.

The flight attendant took the ten-yuan note without saying a word, and his eyes fell on the homeless man. What the homeless man did next shocked me. He took out one banknote after another from the old bowl and handed it to the flight attendant. After accepting more than ten pictures, the flight attendant looked away with satisfaction.

"Luxing, I'm going to check your name, and I'll arrange your seat for you." After the steward said that, he walked towards the October 27th carriage. The homeless man seemed to have just done a trivial thing, carrying his Xiaowan sat back down.

"The King of Hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with." I handed over to the homeless man: "Thank you, old gentleman."

At this time, even if I am a fool, I will understand what is going on. This homeless man helped me once. Although he probably did this to repay me for giving him ten dollars, but in any case, in this weird car On the train, he blocked a disaster for me.

The homeless man didn't speak to me. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

When the flight attendant walked away, I moved my neck, slowly relaxed, and touched Feng Minglong with my elbow: "Did you see the flight attendant who just passed by? Do you recognize her?"

"How could I possibly know him?" Feng Minglong said with a bitter face: "Boss, just calm down for a while and don't call anything else over."

"It's wrong of you to say that. I'm actively exploring each other's weaknesses. Are you willing to be dominated by them?" I didn't wait for Feng Minglong to answer, and then opened my mouth and said: "Let me ask you something again, the old man who helped me just now Are you familiar with him, sir?"

"Lao Ge? Of course I'm familiar with him. The subway station is his home. I see him every day."

"What about his character?" I continued to ask.

"Lao Ge used to be a teacher. He helped poor students and his family was pretty good. He just married a bastard wife and stole people behind his back. Later, Lao Ge was kind-hearted and forgave the woman. As a result, not long after Lao Ge retired, He was diagnosed with cancer, and the woman wanted to divorce him, and finally took away his house when Lao Ge was in his most difficult time. He had no children, no place to live, and couldn't afford medical bills, so he had no choice but to wander. Waiting to die." Feng Minglong's tone was very serious: "He lives in the subway station. We think he is pitiful, and sometimes we will give him a working meal at noon, but this is not an option. Our leaders keep urging him to leave. , afraid that he would end up dead in our station."

"So, he's a good guy?"

"What happens to good people? Good people must be rewarded with good things?" Feng Minglong thought for a while and said to me: "Have you ever heard of that sentence, abiding by the law makes you depressed in the morning, a strong beam sings for joy every night, hurting others and benefiting oneself while riding a mule, integrity and fairness I am starving. I am building bridges and roads, blinding my eyes, and killing many people and setting fires. I went to the West and asked my Buddha, and the Buddha said: I can't do anything either!"

I shook my head and looked at the broken bowl of the homeless man: "What you said makes sense, but cause and effect reincarnate, no one can understand the true right and wrong. All people want in this world is a clear conscience."

I didn't want to argue with Feng Minglong. Strictly speaking, I wasn't a good person. I glanced at the homeless man and was about to say something else when the flight attendant walked towards me again in the far aisle.