Please, This is a Scary World

　　Then he walked towards the back, obviously he didn't want to sit next to the blood coffin.

　　When he saw Fang Ming and Seventh Brother, Fatty shrank his pupils again.

　　Immediately afterwards, a strange smile appeared. This smile was inexplicable, and I didn't know what it was laughing at.

　　But Fang Ming could feel the malice in his smile.

　　Fang Ming looked at his hand without hesitation, but found that his fingers were still dripping with blood, just like a living person.

　　But the fat man nonchalantly snapped his fingers out and put them in his mouth and sucked.

　　Immediately he sucked blood all over his mouth.

　　"It's disgusting."

　　"I remember the old man said that it only takes one dollar to get in the car."

　　"Others in the car appeared to have apparently sound fingers."

　　"So the dollar is definitely not a finger."

　　"So what exactly is this dollar?"

　　"Why did the fat man bite off a finger in lieu of this dollar?"

　　"Could it be that this dollar is equivalent to one of his fingers?"

　　Fang Ming felt as if he had caught something.

　　He carefully recalled that when they just got into the car, the eyes of other passengers were obviously disdainful.

　　Although, Fang Ming has already seen their level, at most it is forty or fifty.

　　But why would they taunt a group with a level [-] taboo?

　　On the one hand, they confirmed that Taboo Paper and Fang Ming did not dare to do anything in the car.

　　Or getting your hands on the car must have some kind of horrific consequence.

　　So let them feel safe.

　　On the other hand, it must be because Fang Ming and the others did something wrong or missed something.

　　It made them feel that they saw something interesting and felt disdain.

　　And now it seems that the missing thing is likely to be "coin toss".

　　And this coin operation should be related to whether you can get off safely in the end.

　　But now, with only the fat man as a reference, it's really hard to determine what this finger represents.

　　"It seems that we can only wait and see if there are any passengers on the train at the next stop" . . . "

　　"If he gets in the car, how will he put coins?"

　　Fang Ming made up his mind and stopped paying attention to the nervous fat man.

　　He took out the old sheepskin map from his arms and began to carefully search for the nearby incense candle shop.

　　"The site just now is Conscience Supermarket."

　　"In the direction the bus is traveling, the next stop should be at Ping'an Park."

　　"Near Ping'an Park, um...there is no incense stick shop."

　　"The next stop is the book coffin, and there is no incense candle shop nearby."

　　"Oh, I see, the next stop is the crematorium, there are incense candle shops, and there are more than one."

　　"It seems that the place to get off should be here."

　　"So, I still have two opportunities to observe, and I must figure out how to put coins before getting off the bus."

　　Fang Ming put away the old sheepskin map and glanced at the bewildered Seventh Brother next to him.

　　At this time, the seventh brother was obviously not in a good state of mind, and even started to open his mouth and yawn.

　　Every time he yawned, the other passengers, including the fat man, would keep their eyes on him.

　　Fortunately, although Brother Qi yawned, he still controlled himself when he thought of Fang Ming's gestures and eyes.

　　Every time I yawn there is no sound.

　　This performance seems to disappoint the passengers in the car.

　　Fang Ming was very keen to capture this.

　　"It seems that it is indeed impossible to make a sound."

　　"These people look like they are watching the play, obviously they have no good intentions."

　　The bus traveled smoothly all the way. Except for the first encounter with the welcoming team, nothing happened in the latter part of the road.

　　The surrounding scenery kept going backwards.

　　It was also the first time that Fang Ming really browsed the outside scenery like this in the gray world.

　　After a while.

　　The bus stopped again.

　　As Fang Ming expected, this stop is Ping An Park.

　　There were a lot of people on the platform.

　　Immediately after the bus stopped, someone came up from below.

　　The first one to come up was an aunt. She seemed to have strength. She pushed away the other people behind her with her own strength.

　　Fang Ming was still a little surprised when he saw this, thinking that he was on Earth and saw the square dance aunt.

　　Then I saw the aunt gritted her teeth and put a yellowed photo into the automatic coin box.

　　Then, nothing happened, the aunt walked in slowly, and after seeing the blood coffin for a while, she found a place by the window and sat down.

　　"Old photos? What's the point of that?"

　　Fang Ming frowned, a little confused, the logic represented by this dollar.

　　The second one came up was an old man with a bird cage.

　　There is a black bird in a cage.

　　Fang Ming had seen this bird before. When he just came out of the community, a lot of these birds flew out of the darkness.

　　After the old man came up, he put his hand into the cage and broke the neck of the black bird. Then he grabbed the black bird and shoved it into the automatic coin box.

　　Then, he hurried into the carriage.

　　But the next moment, there was an inhuman roar from the automatic coin box.

　　Then I saw a black mist coming out of it, the black mist directly turned into a black bird, and it swooped on the old man's face with a swish, and with a rush of his head, it pecked out one of the old man's eyes.

　　Clouds of black gas came out of the old man's eyes.

　　His face was full of pain.

　　But even so, he didn't have any thoughts of resistance, and he didn't dare to shout.

　　He just closed his eyes tightly and found a seat to sit down.

　　"...that bird wasn't enough, so the old man suffered backlash."

　　"And the price is one of his eyes."

　　"Fingers, photos, eyes..."

　　"There seems to be no connection at all."

　　Fang Ming frowned and thought, someone else came up.

　　Three students came up this time, and they seemed to be high school students.

　　A boy wanted to throw a workbook inside, but was stopped by a girl.

　　Then the girl threw a diary into the slot machine.

　　The boy threw a pink envelope.

　　It looks like a love letter.

　　The third student, also a girl, glanced at the two of them, gritted her teeth, and suddenly took out a small knife and stabbed it directly into the skin on her arm.

　　Then cut off a piece of flesh and threw it into the box.

　　Fang Ming could vaguely see that the piece of flesh was a tattoo with a name on it.

　　The name is Li Hewei.

　　Coincidentally, from the information panel, the boy's name was Li Hewei.

　　The automatic coin box did not respond.

　　The three of them walked in with complicated expressions.

　　Four (alright), took a look, bypassed the blood coffin in the aisle, and walked to the back of the car.

　　Then he sat beside Fang Ming.

　　"Fingers, photos, eyes..."

　　"Diaries, love letters, name tattoos..."

　　"These . . . don't seem to be connected."

　　"But it seems like something that's hard to let go of."

　　"When the aunt lost the photos and the students lost these, they were obviously hesitant and reluctant to give up."

　　"And the black bird that the old man lost was obviously unimportant to him, so he was attacked and blinded one eye."

　　"That fat man looks careless. When he bites off his fingers, he is very crisp. There shouldn't be anything that makes him hard to let go. Even his own fingers are so crisp."

　　The bus door closed and the car continued on its way.

　　Fang Ming looked deeply at the automatic coin box at the door.

　　"Either it's something you can't give up, or it's a part of your own body?"