Chapter 432 Next Stop

"Luxing?" The flight attendant stood next to my seat. After confirming my name again and again, she took out a yellow cover book. She sketched in it. After a long time, she frowned and looked at me: "I did find it on the list. Your name, but..."

Before she finished speaking, I was surprised at first. The flight attendant found Lu Xing's name in the passenger list. Doesn't that mean Lu Xing is dead?

"But what?" I pricked up my ears. It was a matter of life and death, and I didn't dare to let go of any of the steward's words.

"Luxing should have boarded the train on October 29th, but why did you appear in the car on October 28th?" The flight attendant raised his eyebrows and held the yellow-covered book: "Are you really called Luxing? "

"So it's still fake? I've been using this name for twenty or thirty years."

"You have to think clearly before answering. Names are integrated into blood and engraved in destiny. Even if you have the same name, you cannot have a new life. If you lie, I have many ways to verify it. By then it will be too late for you to regret."

The flight attendant exuded an extremely dangerous aura, and there was a hint of worry hidden in my eyes, but I didn't let go after all: "I am a man who will change my name whether I am a man or not. I am Lu Xing."

"If you are really Lu Xing, why did the person who was supposed to get on the train on the 29th board the train early? Was there any oversight?" The flight attendant said to himself, lost in thought.

I struck while the iron was hot and said: "After all, I got on the bus in the last few seconds on the 28th, and before I got on the bus, I was chased by a bloody fox. That thing didn't look like a mortal thing at first glance. It must have been long gone." Having transcended reincarnation, it might be able to interfere with the operation of order.”

"Blood fox?" Seeing the conductor repeatedly chanting the blood fox, I guessed that I might be a blind cat that bumped into a dead mouse. I bet for once that the conductor of this weird train should also have seen the blood fox at the previous station.

"You got on the bus at the last second on October 28th. From this point of view, it is indeed possible that the appearance of the blood fox changed everything." The flight attendant's face became ferocious as he spoke, and his facial features shifted slightly. , coupled with the pale face, it looks very charming: "So, I hate those things that break away from their fate and dare to go against heaven."

After a long time, she regained her original appearance and her facial features returned to their original positions. She grabbed me from my seat and said, "Your seat is in the October 29th carriage. Come with me. We are almost at our stop anyway."

My heart beat faster when I heard the flight attendant's last words: "We're almost at the station? Doesn't this mean I have a chance to get off?"

As long as I escape from the train, the live broadcast mission will be completed. This live broadcast is very special. If I have the choice, I will get off the train and escape immediately.

I stood up calmly. Before I left, I glanced at the remaining three people on the seat. The homeless man Lao Ge and Liu Xin lowered their heads and said nothing, while Feng Minglong stretched his waist and looked like he had finally been saved.

"This Feng Minglong, I always feel that he is a little different." If something goes wrong, there must be a monster, but I can't protect myself now. As long as he doesn't harm me, I won't investigate him.

After I left my seat and followed the flight attendant a few steps away, I stopped again with a hint of surprise in my eyes.

Behind Liu Xin's seat were her parents. The owner of the small restaurant and his wife were sitting side by side, with their heads down and falling asleep. There was only a chair back between them and their daughter.

The distance of a few centimeters to the naked eye is actually like a natural chasm. Neither party knows about it, and no matter how noisy they are, they can't attract the other's attention.

I think of what Liu Xin just said. The female college student sitting in a taxi was anxiously talking on the phone, constantly urging the driver to speed up. Until the last moment of her life, she was still holding the phone with a cracked screen in her hand. .

"Her phone probably never got through, right?"

I wanted to remind Liu Xin, but the flight attendant was right next to me and was keeping a close eye on me, so I had to give up.

Following the conductor, I walked all the way to the end of the October 28th carriage. It felt like a long walk. This carriage was much longer than I thought.

"Wait here for a while, we will arrive at the station soon." The flight attendant released her hand on my arm. Her move made my desire to escape through the door become stronger. The car door is right in front of me. As long as the door opens, I will rush out. Today's live broadcast is considered to be a successful end.

The steward and I stood where the two carriages were connected to each other. She didn't notice anything unusual about me. She kept sketching out names one by one with the yellow leather book in her hand. I stood aside and peeked quietly with my peripheral vision.

"Lu Wenchang, Lu Ming, Fei Xiao, Chang Feifei, Lu Xing..."

She moved quickly. When the last name was crossed out, the train began to slow down, and the scene outside could be vaguely seen through the window. It was no longer a dense darkness, and the vague outline of the building appeared outside the window.

"We've arrived."

Without any announcement, the train stopped and the door slowly opened.

My Adam's apple trembled, and I subconsciously moved towards the car door, but after only taking half a step, my back felt as if a sharp cone was pressing into the Achilles' heel, completely stiff.

"What do you want to do?"

The flight attendant's insidious voice came from my ears. I sneered and quickly stepped back: "I was just curious about where I was."

"I will arrange a seat for you, but you have to remember one thing, don't think about it again when you get on the bus. There are many carriages here, and each one has a different function. If it weren't for the sake of the good man from three generations, you Now he has been invited to other carriages."

I didn't know what the special meaning of "other carriages" the flight attendant said, and I didn't want to know at this moment. I shuddered, nodded repeatedly, and didn't dare to move again.

As the car door opened, long-awaited figures filed into the darkness and entered the October 29th carriage under the guidance of the flight attendant.

These figures moved so fast that I could barely make out an outline with my discerning eyes: "Why are there so many disabled people among the passengers boarding the train at this stop?"

High paraplegics, one-armed, dwarfs, they helped each other into the carriage. If it hadn't affected the speed, I couldn't see their movements clearly even with my eyesight.

"Strange, did something big happen in Jiangcheng on October 29th?" I thought quickly, and soon found that I had entered a misunderstanding. The train was heading north along the tunnel, and it should have left Jiangcheng long ago. : "Jiangcheng is still going north, so this should be Xinhu?"

I peeked out secretly and saw that the old facilities on the platform seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. I used my judgment eye to the extreme and saw the words "Shuangfo Station" written on the entrance of the subway station.

"This is the Xinhu Double Buddha District!" A flash of light flashed in his mind, "If this is the Double Buddha District, that would also explain why the proportion of disabled passengers among passengers is so large."

I have been to Shuangfo District and I often see disabled people walking on the street. I thought this scene was very strange at the time, but now that I think about it, I feel it is even more unusual.

"Shuangfo District is the home of the Double-Faced Buddha, and it is also the place where the richest man in New Shanghai, Li Changgui, lives in seclusion. There are so many disabled people in his jurisdiction..." I narrowed my eyes: "Or to put it another way, these people would not The disability is due to the influence of the Double-Faced Buddha."

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and my eyes gradually changed when I looked at these passengers: "The answer lies with them. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

The thought of forcibly getting off the car has faded a lot. The underworld show will not give me meaningless tasks. The key clue to breaking the situation this time should be in these disabled people.

I watched them enter the October 29th carriage without saying a word. The figures wandering outside the train gradually became fewer and fewer, and the long queue became shorter and shorter.

Just as the train was shaking and about to start, my eyes widened and I suddenly saw a very familiar face at the end of the queue.

"Luxing!"

My mind was greatly shaken. I lowered my head and hid half of my body behind the flight attendant, carefully observing Lu Xing's every move.

He was wearing a peaked cap, and the brim of the hat covered half of his ugly and half handsome face. He had a sinister expression. He didn't see me on the train. He just held the half of the usurper's token with both hands, and the veins on his arms popped out. It was obvious that he was very nervous at this time.

"Half a token? Is this the key?"