Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 308

    Silence.

    In this dead silence, Li Yinhang heard his voice trembling slightly: “Brother Fang, what did you say…?”

    Jiang Fang’s answer was that he smashed a nearby closed window with an elbow.

    The vehicle has been driving for nearly an hour so far.

    The regular and powerful rolling sound from the bottom of the car made the body rumble and tremble.

    They have been driving for a long time, but they have not yet driven out of this long, winding fog.

    The huge foggy mountain became the only pillar between heaven and earth, as if it was a solid solid, and it was not until the car window was opened that people felt that the “mountain” was originally flowing.

    Jiang Fang unloaded the small table from the stand, pressed one corner with one hand, and bumped with his knee, then folded half of the plastic table board, leaving only a long and cold strip. The plastic stubble is still hanging in place.

    He put one end of the plastic board out of the window and immersed it in the fog, like a dragonfly, and it was returned in the fog.

    —The part of the plastic plate that was in contact with the mist was cut off evenly!

    What flows outside is not a flowing mist at all, but a ten thousand heavy blade!

    As long as it falls into it, it will be broken into thousands of molecular particles in an instant, and will be scattered without a trace.

    “Did you see? We were wrong.” Jiang Fang said regretfully, “Shouldn’t get in the car.”

    This car is indeed heading for the “future”.

    Unfortunately, the name of the “future” is death.

    Yuan Mingqing took two steps back, his knees hit the seat, and he sat down on it, gulping dryly.

    He wanted to argue, maybe he got to the station, or waited for the fog to dissipate.

    But he’s not so naive yet.

    Chen Sufeng said in surprise: “But what did you mean just now?”

    Jiang Fang smiled lightly.

    With such a smile, he grabbed the wrist of Yuan Mingqing who was deeply shocked and crazy.

    The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties are not people who can be rounded and flattened.

    When he was about to raise his hand to resist, Jiang Fang slid out a thin steel bar from his sleeve, a piercing action, and went straight through his palm.

    At the moment when he was in pain, Jiang Fang twisted the clothes on the back of his neck with his backhand, stepped on the unilateral seat with one foot, twisted his waist, and jumped over the backrest of the seat cautiously , in the narrow corridor of the carriage, and translocated before and after the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.

    When he was in midair, the short dagger he just took out from the warehouse turned out in his palm.

    As soon as Jiang Fangfu landed, the tip of the dagger stabbed three or four times in the shoulder and neck of Yuan Mingqing who wanted to flee forward.

    During the continuous attacks, Yuan Mingqing was almost mad in pain, and his body fell forward involuntarily.

    Jiang Fang successfully took advantage of the situation, grabbed the hair of Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, aimed his eyes at the sharp table board that he had just split with his own hands and was still connected to the table shaft, fit him and led him to bump forward go-

    Li Yinhang let out a scream, hiding the sound of blood splashing.

    This process takes no more than five seconds.

    After finishing a **** assassination effortlessly, Jiang Fang took a deep breath: “That’s what it means.”

    “I deliberately closed the door.” Jiang Fang pointed to the position of No. 3 carriage with his blood-stained thumb, and added thoughtfully, “Lest you mess with the previous carriage It’s so messed up that he doesn’t understand what’s going on in the car.”

    Chen Sufeng exhaled a turbid breath and nodded: “…Understood.”

    They got on the wrong train.

    The only way out is to return to the station as soon as possible to end this cycle.

      .

    Nanzhou was the first person to return to the station and have the ability to move independently.

    The “hints” mentioned in the contract are most likely left to him.

    These four little ants need to use their own lives as clues to leave enough “carriage danger” pheromones for Nanzhou.

    Chen Sufeng looked around and tore down the loose curtains in the No. 4 carriage.

    …When he first returned to the station, because the san value almost returned to zero, he was not in the mood. curtains.

    Now this curtain can be used as his shroud.

    Chen Sufeng calmly said: “Kill me.”

    Facing Jiang Fang, his voice did not waver much.

    Even Yuan Mingqing knelt down in front of him with blood stained, the arm muscles that were hanging down were still twitching nervously.

    Jiang Fang stared at him for a while, took the curtain from his hand, and patted his shoulder.

    He rationally assessed: “After you go out, you may need to ask Yu Lu to take you to receive psychological treatment. It’s not good to always think about death.”

    Chen Sufeng: “…”

    Li Yinhang: “…”

    Although they didn’t dare to speak, they agreed that Jiang Fang was the one who needed psychotherapy the most.

    It didn’t take much time to deal with Chen Sufeng.

    Jiang Fang strangled him with a curtain, and put his warm body on the ground, carefully covering his body with a curtain.

    After making sure that he had successfully expired, Jiang Fang turned his attention to Li Yinhang.

    Li Yinhang: “…”

    She pressed her back against the wall of the compartment, and bargained with him in cold sweat: “Brother Fang, our friendship is not bad. … Can I choose how to die?”

    Gentleman Jiang Fang said: “Okay. I respect girls’ choices.”

    Li Yinhang: “…” I thank you.

     She stepped on the soft seat cushion and stood in front of the large shattered window glass that was pouring in mist.

    She looked out the window and had the illusion of being in an abyss.

    After taking a few deep breaths, she turned around and said, “Brother Fang, can you come over?”

    Jiang Fang approached according to his words, and thought that Li Yinhang might not be able to do anything to him.

    This feeling is understandable.

    The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties had already left enough tragic signs, and he didn’t mind letting Li Yinhang die more cleanly and painlessly.

    When he walked in front of Li Yinhang, her ball head was ripped apart by the wind and brushed her eyes.

    But she strikes with unexpected precision.

    —Li Yinhang waved one hand and used the blade hidden in his palm to cut Jiang Fang’s carotid artery.

    She paled and smiled narrowly at Jiang Fang: “So…is it more like we are fighting?”

    Jiang Fang was stunned for a moment, clutching his blood spurting neck, blinking his eyes and smiling approvingly.

    Thanks.

     Well thought out.

    It also saved him trouble.

    Li Yinhang, who had completed this little revenge, faced Jiang Fang and held the broken window glass with his backhand, leaving a bright red **** handprint on the edge of the window.

    She fell backwards, throwing herself into the wind.

    In an instant, she disappeared.

    The blood that spurted out from Jiang Fang’s neck stained the curtains covering Chen Sufeng’s body red.

    The world in front of Jiang Fang became bright and dark, like a light bulb with poor contact.

    The sound of breathing is amplified to infinity.

    With every inhalation of oxygen, most of the oxygen is lost from the wound on the neck.

    The function of the lungs quickly breaks down.

    Following other organs.

    Jiang Fang didn’t care, he pressed the broken artery and slowly paced to the last carriage, stepping on the blood he shed all the way, letting Hongyi wet his silver-white hair.

    He sat down against the carriage, tilted his head back, and smiled at someone in the air: “It’s been a long time, I’m here to find you.”

    The second reincarnation, from now on.

    Everyone’s memory related to the station is completely cleared, collectively recovered, and returned to the origin.

    Jiang Fang was awakened by the sound of the station siren, and once again accepted the punishment, wrapped in the silk thread of the puppet.

    Nanzhou also saw the images left by their “cannibalism” this time.

    Unfortunately, the results are still not satisfactory.

    Although Nanzhou tried to prove that there was some kind of “reincarnation” in the train, it could not produce conclusive evidence that it was impossible to stay in this seemingly hopeless and nowhere station. is their right choice.

    Jiang Fang: “…” Alas.

    He fell into the same melancholy.

    Lovers don’t kill people, worry about people.

    As a result, the train once again carried four people and departed for death.

    Jiang Fang, who regained consciousness in the cab again: “…” Tsk.

    With the recovery, there are all their memories of the first round.

    This time, as soon as Jiang Fang entered the No. 3 carriage, Yuan Mingqing yelled: “If you dare to hit my eyes on the table again, I will kill you first!”

    Jiang Fang’s smile was full of sincerity, and he did not compromise at all: “Overcome and overcome. Once you are reborn, you will be familiar with it the second time.”

    Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties were deeply shocked by Jiang Fang’s brazenness.

    Sorry, I don’t have a good memory, but I thought Jiang Fang was a human again.

    At the same time.

    Nanzhou at the station sat lonely in the fog, waiting for Jiang Fang to arrive.

    He couldn’t tell when, as if it was just an instant, the thick fog around him dissipated.

    Nanzhou seemed to feel something, turned around and looked-

    At the other end of the station that was supposed to be a wall, a brand new rail was born.

    Different from the old green leather train that just left, a bright and tidy, colorful and romantic cartoon train is parked on the track, with its steel mouth open, eagerly waiting for someone Nanzhou waiting in place.

    It lit up with colorful lights and sounded the whistle of victory.

    beep-beep-

    As soon as his eyes touched the car body, Nan Zhou’s silent memory in his mind was fully awakened.

    In the last round, he also saw such a car.

    The moment he saw the car, he knew that the game was over.

    —He ushered in his victory alone.

    His brother Fang, either died in the copy, or on the train that had just left.

    Nan Zhou thought that the right train on his side would appear only if they died.

    Nan Zhou lowered his eyes.

    He has no time to grieve.

    The first time he reincarnated, he was also standing in front of this train. Because there was too little evidence, Nan Zhou couldn’t be sure of Jiang Fang’s whereabouts.

    He gave up boarding the car. In addition to saving Yinhang and Chen Sufeng, he just wanted to try again.

    This experiment was fruitful.

    He found that the two correct trains arrived at about an hour after the wrong train departed.

    However, the exact time of the two arrivals of the correct train is not exactly the same.

    This time, a little earlier than last time.

    If it is said that 1 hour after the wrong train departs, something will inevitably happen. There is a force majeure strong enough to kill several of their lives in an instant, causing a tragedy in the car, but why the two Will the time be different?

    Five minutes.

    What happened in the error train?

    Nan Zhou thought about it for a while, and then he became enlightened.

    The appearance of “the conductor” is no accident.

    Combining these two experiences, plus his knowledge of Jiang Fang, if Jiang Fang was among the 4 people in the car, everything would make sense.

    He would be the force majeure that caused the two differences.

    He must come back as soon as possible.

    Nan Zhou put his hands on his knees, stood up, sighed softly, put the NJ Star in his pocket, and stepped into a carriage in the train.

    He has the right to board without a ticket.

    A red and white mushroom suddenly jumped out, showing a bright smile.

    …It was the mushroom that greeted Nanzhou in the test level.

    The mushrooms are ripe.

    It put its short hands on its waist: “Hey, see you again.”

    Nan Zhou replied quite skillfully this time: “I’m sorry, I won’t get in the car this time.”

    He took out the blade and slit his wrist with the same skillful movement.

    —Whether it is this round or the previous round, he must give up victory through “self-sacrifice”, reverse time, and return to Jiang Fang.

    But again, no matter what round, he didn’t choose to do it at the station.

    Because Nan Zhou was worried that his blood was on the station, if he left behind a “pheromone”, he would mislead his judgment in the next round, and make himself mistakenly believe that the station is also dangerous.

    He even calculated his own death carefully.

    This time, however, there was a slight difference.

    Where no one was paying attention, Nan Zhou, whose blood was constantly draining, clenched a thin homework title page in his pocket, that is, the [Counter Current Clock] from “Xiao Ming’s Daily Life” .

    Time begins to reverse in disguise.

    Below the prop, start from zero, one second and one second, and start timing.

    Nan Zhou thought, it’s been a long time. I’ll take the evidence and go back to you.