On a snowy night, on a bullet train from a city in SD Province to Zhangxian.

The man with a smirk on his face leaned his body against the young girl sitting by the window.

His body was strong, and his face was full of acne scars, which looked so hideous in the light of the carriage, that no one dared to stand up to stop him, even if others saw this scene.

Or even if his body is not so strong and there are no acne scars on his face, no one will stand up to stop his next move......

Who would step up and risk injury to protect a girl who has nothing to do with them?

Not everyone here is insured, and not every injury insurance company will pay for it.

Those who have known all this for a long time are timid at the thought of the unknown consequences.

'The older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous they are', this is the case.

Feeling the fear and cowardice of the people around him, the man stretched out his hand and took the girl's private place.

The man was very direct.

He himself has always thought so.

And it was precisely because he had succeeded in such a direct way too many times before, and he looked at his 'prey' this time, and he didn't think much of the resistance he would encounter.

How much strength can a primary school student have?

That's what he thought from the beginning.

This should have been a 'hunt' for sure.

It's just that......

"Whew!"

It was so fast that an incredible flash of light pierced the air.

This was a move that Lan Xin had already practiced, and as Mo Xie's words, he had already taken it many times, and it was a blow that he could easily block.

And for this big man, it is fatal.

"No one can touch me anymore. ”

Lan Xin, who had never moved her position since the beginning, spoke indifferently, and the flying knife in her left cuff was already missing.

The man fell down and slid out of his seat like a muddy mud - the guy was not wearing a seat belt.

Blood flowed from the wound on his forehead, and Lan Xin's throwing knife with telekinesis remained in his skull.

Simple and rude, this kind of truth and style is not only admired by men with acne scars, Lan Xin also likes this style of acting.

And this girl never thinks about the consequences.

Or that she is as young as she is, and she has not yet had time to have a too complex way of thinking.

One knife, one life, less than a second before and after.

"Murder!"

It wasn't until the man collapsed and blood poured out that the crowd of spectators in the carriage lost their voices—or rather, finally reacted to it.

The energy that should have been used to support Lan Xin before was all used for screaming at this moment.

The smell of blood seemed to have some inexplicable magic, forcing the crowd to rush out of the door, most of whom didn't even know what was going on.

They were just running away from the smell of blood, from the presence that would make them bleed.

That's it.

Be afraid.

Run.

Stepping on the bodies of those who are a little sluggish, he seeks a way to survive for himself.

There is nothing to be ashamed of.

There's nothing to say 'regret' afterwards.

After all, everyone can say that they are 'not the first to run'.

They do not need to apologize for their escape, nor do they have to blame themselves for the fact that they have trampled on their compatriots.

None of them were the first to escape, and no one of them could be called 'the last to make amends.'"

They are only responsible for the safety of their own lives.

So, run away.

Carry this fear and panic into the other carriages.

The train has already started, where is the next stop?

The last person sitting in this carriage stepped over the dead bodies on the ground and the wounded of **.

She still carries her school bag.

The carriage could no longer sit any longer, and she instinctively felt that she should blend in with the panicked crowd.

Go with the flow.

Anyway, this body is duckweed.

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It didn't take much effort for Mo Xie to find an inn that didn't require identification at all - to be precise, the inn should have found him.

When he walked out of the station empty-handed, he was spotted by the taxi driver who was soliciting customers at the station gate.

"Where are you going, lad?"

Obviously, Mo Xie was regarded as a traveler who was forced to stay without a ticket at the entrance of the passenger transportation center in this strange county.

"Stay. ”

With two simple words, Mo Xie opened the car door.

"I know of a hotel that doesn't require a deposit and can open hourly rooms nearby. ”

The driver in the car didn't look very old, but judging from his words, he should already be an old man.

Of course, this is not to say that there is any way in the content of his speech, but to talk about the expression and eyes in his eyes when he speaks.

From his expression and the look in the eyes handed to Mo Xie, Mo Xie understood that what he was talking about was by no means a serious place.

I'm afraid he's talking about a certain Fengyue place, right?

Mo Xie was about to refuse, but the driver's next sentence made him dispel his mind.

"You don't need an ID card in that place~"

The old rivers and lakes are the old rivers and lakes, and you can see at a glance what Mo Ye cares about.

At this moment, Mo Ye must not take out his ID card, because his true appearance is out of touch with the photo on his ID card.

And Mo Ye, who was on the run, didn't dare to take out his ID card casually.

If his true identity is discovered by the enemy, then the world is so big that he has nowhere to hide.

"Well, go to a cleaner place, I don't care about the price. ”

After figuring out some tricks, Mo Ye made a very good look.

Reaching out and touching out a red skin, Mo Ye handed it directly to the driver's hand.

"Okay~!"

After receiving the red skin and verifying it slightly, the driver started the car with a dazzled smile.

"I'll take you to the 'Jinguang Sanun'! It's an old store! There are dots everywhere, and it's very stable at night~ And the best thing is that they can issue fake invoices for customers~"

It looks like he's an 'old driver' too, and he says this with a look of unfinished thinking on his face, and it looks like he often spends the night in that shop.

The car was speeding down the road, and it was almost six o'clock, and the stalls and shops on the street were gradually lit up.

The snowflakes were still falling, but not as violently as before.

"Very good. Mo Xie replied in a low voice, "Hurry up." ”

Although he knew that the owner of this car was probably not a good person in the traditional sense, Mo Xie still wanted to leave him alive.

The cold spiritual power had begun to be released from the depths of his soul, and Mo Xie knew that his consciousness was about to be forced into a deep sleep.

For Lin Ming, who burned up his mental power in the mission world, he probably needs to have a big meal tonight.