I was mentally ill and was selected to participate in the strange rules talk

The first one to pick up this ball of cotton is the warrior of our Brother Asan.

Nicknamed Brother Beard.

Because he has two very iconic big curved beards growing under his nose, a classic Ah San style.

He got the ticket in the same way as Jiang Xiao, by eating and drinking in vain, and got the ticket by cheating the young man who killed the bald man.

This is also the method adopted by many chosen ones.

After all, the way to get the ticket stub is too obvious.

500 gold tickets are simply not something they can afford.

But the strange story is like this. The more impossible the task is, the simpler the way to complete it is.

However, they are fundamentally different from Jiang Xiao.

That is, after Jiang Xiao hacked the young man's ticket, he could sit in his seat without fear of being retaliated.

But other chosen ones cannot.

Isn't it just waiting to die if you stay where you are?

This is also the reason why the other chosen ones took action early.

Not only because of the need to find an opportunity to clear the level, but also to avoid the young man's revenge.

But when they stopped in a certain carriage and encountered the ticket inspector checking their tickets for the second time, the tickets in their pockets disappeared inexplicably.

Everyone was confused.

The smart chosen ones have all thought of it, this is one of the rules in the ghost story.

[Rule 1: The train will check tickets every half hour, please always pay attention to whether the ticket in your hand is normal]

Since it needs to be checked every half hour, there must be a reason for it.

The path the ticket inspector takes to check tickets now is the direction he just left.

So you can guess it.

The ticket inspector is most likely repeating the task of checking tickets.

Check from the first car to the last car, and then all the way back.

The car where the chosen one landed is very likely the middle section of the train.

Otherwise, it would not be a fixed time of half an hour.

Of course, there are smart chosen ones, but there is never a shortage of dumb ones.

Especially a country rich in abstract people

Brother Beard was already breaking out in a cold sweat as he looked at the ticket inspector who was gradually approaching him.

Shet! I lost the ticket I stuffed in my crotch!

As soon as Brother Huzi said this, the people watching in Brother Asan's live broadcast room suddenly became happy.

[Okay, okay, it perfectly fits my stereotype of Brother Asan’s IQ. 】

[Laughing to death, he would rather suspect that he lost the ticket than believe that this is the power of rules. 】

[Let’s just say, he didn’t even have a suspicion, even if it was stolen? 】

[His thoughts are so pure and upright, he really makes me cry to death. 】

But even though he is a bit stupid, Brother Huzi still knows the most important thing to save his life.

Fake Squid! Since I lost my ticket, I just need to learn how to get another one like a bald head.

His eyes began to quickly look at the people in the carriage.

You, you kid, stand up for me!

I?

A young man who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old pointed at himself in disbelief.

Yes, I'm talking about you. Stop beeping and get up!

Oh~

The young man stood up and touched the back of his head stupidly, obviously not understanding why the bearded man asked him to stand up.

Come here! Go to the bathroom with me!

Did I lose it?

The boy's pupils dilated instantly.

Although he was still young, his mother repeatedly warned him about fire prevention, theft prevention and gay death when he went out.

You want to mess with me?

Fuck you?

Brother Beard thought about it carefully and realized that he wanted to steal his vote, so it was indeed tantamount to messing with him.

So he nodded decisively.

That's right! What I want to do is you, come out!

grass!

The boy immediately threw off his jacket, revealing his eight-pack abs and a dozen horrific stab wounds.

Young master, I've been away from home for so many years, and you actually took the initiative to fuck me. If I don't tear you apart today, you'll be considered a bitch!

The young man was furious and showed off his biceps as if to vent his anger.

Looking at the bulging and dancing muscles, Brother Beard swallowed.

He now understood why this boy wore such a loose windbreaker.

No, no, no, no! I'm not trying to mess with you. I, I admit, my tone just now was a little rude. What I want to say is, I mean... uh, right! I recognized the wrong person. What I want to say is you!

Brother Beard immediately changed his target and focused on the delicate girl in the back row of the teenager.

His face was pale and he looked sick and weak.

are you talking about me?

The girl who had been lowering her head opened her mouth slightly, and her feebleness in speaking made Brother Beard feel that he had chosen the right persimmon.

Of course, he didn't mean to sleep with her. He saw the ticket inspector coming to this carriage.

Time was tight and the tasks were heavy. Even if he wanted to do something, it was too late.

Yes, that's right, it's you! Come out with me!

Fortunately, the people in the carriage seemed relatively indifferent.

Whether it was the bald man and the young man before or the bearded man trying to rob the girl now, it seemed that they couldn't attract the attention of these passengers.

Facing the aggressive bearded brother, the delicate girl lowered her head and smiled.

A shallow smile reflected two cute little pear dimples.

Huh?

Brother Beard looked at the girl suspiciously, feeling that something was wrong.

her smile

Why do you feel like you are the prey?

The girl stood up from her seat and politely extended her hand to Brother Beard.

Hey, brother, you are really good at judging people. The handsome guy in front of you won't let you do it, but I am willing to let you do it, or you can let me do it.

Brother Beard: ?

Adam's apple?

This girl who keeps her head down actually has an Adam's apple!

And it seemed that because he was recognized by Brother Beard, his voice became rough and bold.

Qiaodou sack! Wait a minute! Shit!

Brother Beard's face was pale and he stopped the girl, ah, no, this transvestite was approaching.

Isn’t this what I said on horseback? Hey!

This definitely won’t work!

If he couldn't do it, wouldn't he have to be like the Chosen One of Lighthouse, Mad, in front of the entire Blue Star? !

I'm talking about you! It's you!

In desperation, Brother Beard stopped thinking about it and set his sights on a little loli holding a milk bottle.

Wearing a pink Lolita, a white bandanna, and two short ponytails on the back.

Judging by visual inspection, the age is most likely no more than eight years old.

Looking at the little girl's confused and pure eyes, Brother Huzi turned away somewhat unbearably.

If he had a choice, how could he attack such an innocent little girl?