Bad luck

"Tell me about the mission this time. A drug trafficker escaped into the crowd during the arrest process, held a female high school student hostage at gunpoint, and is now hiding in a supermarket."

"Our task is to ensure the safety of the hostages and kill the criminals. Do you understand?"

Amidst the buzzing of the helicopter, the men wearing camouflage uniforms and bulletproof vests with the words "Special Forces" written on their chests replied in unison, "Understood!"

"Goshawk, you will find a chance in a while and try to kill him with one blow." The captain said to the man opposite him.

The man looked calm, holding a sniper rifle in his hand, raised his hand and pressed down on the brim of his hat, "Yeah."

"Captain, why don't you worry about Goshawk's marksmanship, kill the devil with one shot from eight hundred miles away." The slightly shorter man next to him said with an exaggerated expression on his face.

"Stone, you kid is talking nonsense hahaha..." The tense atmosphere on the plane became lighter because of the man's words.

Goshawk pursed his lips, with a smile in his eyes, and patted the back of the head of the person beside him.

Shitou was slapped on the back of the head, and he was not angry, he smirked, "Last time my sister-in-law said that the captain likes to watch this movie, so I went to watch it. Hey, the captain who likes to watch Lei dramas has a wife, Why am I still single?"

The captain raised his hand and was about to hit him, but was stopped by other team members. Instead, he talked about the bachelor problem, "No, last time I went home from vacation for a few days, my mother asked me to go on a blind date, and the girl heard that I was a soldier. , go back and tell the matchmaker to forget it, she can't bear to get together less and leave more."

"That's right, it's miserable." Several big men talked about the problem of finding a partner, each of them was clouded with sadness.

Shitou raised his voice and comforted everyone: "It's okay, Goshawk is so handsome and single, what are we in a hurry for?"

Sure enough, after hearing what he said, several young men looked at Goshawk together, feeling a little calmer in their hearts.

Goshawk calmly said, "After finishing this task, I will go back to my hometown to get married."

"Don't!" Shito covered his mouth and said in horror, "Don't set this death flag!"

……

"Boom——" the sound of the train suddenly reached Chi Jingyuan's ears like a thunderbolt, and the freezing temperature around him made him feel heavy, as if he had a bad cold, it was difficult to breathe, and it was difficult to open his eyes.

Is the air conditioner broken?

His eyebrows were raised, leaving a clear and shallow mark between them. His shoulders were extremely heavy, as if two rocks were pressed down. He tried hard to open his eyes, but it was in vain.

A sense of emptiness and panic that had nowhere to land on his feet, was suspended in mid-air, and could not find a point of support all around attacked him, shrouding him in terrified fear.

"Ha...ha..." Breathing heavily, disorganized, ears even a little ringing, buzzing echoes, in the chaos, Chi Jingyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Beads of cold sweat rolled down from the corner of his forehead to the tip of his nose along the bridge of his straight nose. He lowered his head, and the bead of sweat almost fell halfway on it. It was crystal clear and illuminated the empty compartment.

Years of experience as a soldier made him quickly realize that something was wrong with his surroundings. He raised his head, and at a glance, the whole carriage was empty, and he was the only one sitting by the window. It was already dark outside, and occasionally There are dim street lights sliding past the window.

He raised his hand and rubbed his arms. It was spring at this time. He was wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt, revealing his strong, honey-colored arms.The air was so cold that Chi Jingyuan felt a little uncomfortable, and it was a little sticky for no reason. His back was already wet with cold sweat, and his clothes were sticking to his back.

The cold air blew, and he shivered. The coldness didn't feel like an air conditioner, but... It was hard for Chi Jingyuan to describe that feeling.

Yes, it's like someone has a handful of ice in their mouth and blows a cool breath on your neck, making your spine tingle.

What about people?He wouldn't have slept through it.Chi Jingyuan took out his mobile phone and looked at the time. It was 22:05, and it was 10 minutes before the stop.

Chi Jingyuan stood in the empty aisle and walked to another carriage. There was no one, no one, no one at all.

There is not even a train crew member, and he is the only one left in the whole car. There must be no one in the cab, right?

Chi Jingyuan frowned, and was about to walk to the cab, when there was a clear sound of footsteps behind him.

"pat-"

"Clap."

It was like the sound of slippers walking on the ground, a little careless, it was the sound of slippers walking that I often heard at home, and it was getting closer.

Chi Jingyuan subconsciously wanted to touch his gun, but found nothing. Only then did he remember that he had been discharged from the army. His eyes turned quickly, trying to find some self-defense weapon.

After searching in vain for a while, Chi Jingyuan finally gave up. He stared forward like a falcon, his fists gradually tightened, and he entered the state of preparation for battle.

Empty corridors, empty seats, the roar of flying past in the ears, cold sweat kept rolling down Chi Jingyuan's forehead, and there were bean-sized marks on his collar.

"Snapped."

A hand patted Chi Jingyuan's shoulder from behind.

Chi Jingyuan's neck stiffened, and he turned his head away...

"Wake up, wake up—sir..."

"Huh...huh..." The warm light was a bit dazzling, and the warm air made Chi Jingyuan's cold hands and feet gradually regain consciousness.

"It's a dream..." Chi Jingyuan murmured softly, and a tissue was handed to him, and he looked up along the soft tissue. His slender and fair hand had a callus on its middle finger, which should be the hand of a perennial writer. , wearing a watch on his wrist, it is a niche brand, the price is not too expensive but also very stylish, the financial ability should not be bad.

Light blue and white striped shirt, even though it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, his clothes were neat and tidy, above that was a gentle and refined face, wearing a pair of glasses, exuding a strong literati atmosphere, There was a book open in his lap, and he had almost finished it.

"Are you okay? I think you seem to be having nightmares all the time, in great pain, so I woke you up rashly." The man smiled, with a look of worry in his eyes.

It turned out that this man woke him up. He took the tissue from the man's hand and nodded to him, "Thank you."

The corner of the man's mouth raised, "You're welcome."

The other party did not take the initiative to communicate with Chi Jingyuan, but read his book quietly. When Chi Jingyuan got up, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the content of the book. It was written in Japanese, which seemed to be Yukio Mishima's "Golden Pavilion Temple".

"Are you going out?" The man closed the book and stepped aside.

"Well, thank you." Chi Jingyuan walked past him sideways, coughed uncomfortably, and was about to pour a glass of water to drink.

From the corner of his eye, he scanned the surrounding passengers. Some couples were leaning against each other and covered with the man's coat, drowsy, some were staring at the station announcement screen, and some were even eating a bucket of instant noodles.

This is the world, the breath of fireworks.

There was a long queue at the door of the toilet. A middle-aged man with a large bunch of keys hanging from his trouser belt impatiently touched his trouser pocket, as if he wanted to smoke a cigarette. Hold on to your chest.

The toilet door on the right opened, and a lady wearing strong perfume came out, and a middle-aged aunt with a child squeezed in, and closed the toilet door with a bang.

"Hurry up to reincarnate." The young girl who was robbed of her seat rolled her eyes, took out her mobile phone and clicked it, probably to send it to Moments.

"Damn it, did you have hemorrhoids or did you fall into a latrine? I have been waiting for 15 minutes and I still haven't come out!" The man with a bunch of keys obviously couldn't wait any longer and kicked door panel.

Chi Jingyuan subconsciously sensed that something was wrong. The man knocked on the door like this, but there was no response from inside.

"Are you sure there are people inside, and they went in for 15 minutes?" Chi Jingyuan walked up to the man and asked.

The man said impatiently: "I watched him go in, so I came here to line up. I stared at my watch and prepared to come out and scold that bastard. Damn it, it's really my own hut."

The aunt on the side also came over and said: "I also saw that person go in. He is a man in his early thirties, a very upright young man."

Probably hearing the movement just now, the conductor came over to inquire about the situation. Seeing that the other party was a girl, Chi Jingyuan carefully explained the situation to her, "There may be an accident inside, please call the conductor."

When the girl heard this, she stepped forward and knocked on the door, but there was no answer, her face changed, "I'll call the driver."

Chi Jingyuan couldn't wait until then, the thin door opened easily, "Stand back."

Everyone wanted to watch the fun, but the man in front of them had an invisible deterrent force that made them retreat obediently.

Chi Jingyuan opened the door carefully, and the scene inside was astonishing even for a soldier who had experienced many battles.

"What... what's wrong?" The man with a large bunch of keys hanging from his waist saw that Chi Jingyuan's face was solemn, and inadvertently became nervous, and his voice broke when he spoke.

But at this time, no one was in the mood to laugh at him. Everyone looked at Chi Jingyuan together, hoping that he could give an explanation, and those who were brave enough even wanted to go over and see for themselves.

Chi Jingyuan closed the door at the moment when a curious girl sneaked over to look inside.

The conductor led the conductor over, just in time to hear the man who stood out from the crowd say in a calm voice that made people shudder: "Dead."

The whole carriage suddenly fell into a strange silence, and then bursts of screams erupted, and the crowd fled in a panic near the toilet.

The driver walked over with a stiff face, asked about Chi Jingyuan's situation, and said that he wanted to take a look inside. Chi Jingyuan was 1.8 meters six, a head taller than the driver, condescending, and asked him calmly. : "The death is terrible, are you sure you want to see it?"

The driver swallowed hard. On a spring night, bean-sized hot sweat kept rolling down his forehead, so he had to take off his hat and raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

"Then you'd better be mentally prepared." Although he said so, Chi Jingyuan's hand to open the door did not hesitate at all.

Even though the driver was ready, when he saw what was going on in the toilet, he was so frightened that he went limp, covered his mouth and pushed open the door of the toilet next door to vomit.

"Hook your fingers, hook your fingers, a liar will swallow a thousand needles and cut off his little finger."

A male voice sounded behind Chi Jingyuan.

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This story is purely fictitious, and the relevant information comes from the Internet/the author's nonsense/folk (the author's three aunts and six wives, relatives and friends) legends