Several people in the carriage were eating with their heads buried in their heads, and when they saw Zhao Ke's actions coldly, their expressions suddenly became a little unnatural.

Now is the era of a red tide, and the profession of monk is obviously very unpopular.

The people in this carriage are not stunned young people with red armbands, they are all old people.

Although it is everywhere, shouting slogans of breaking the four olds and hitting strange forces.

But some concepts and some rules have long been integrated into the bones of their Chinese people.

Maybe when you were younger, you didn't care.

A sentence of feudal superstition and the bad habits of the old times makes you have the urge to dare to innovate.

But with the passage of time, when you are growing in age and experience, you will know that there are some rules that have long been in the deepest part of your bones.

At that time, when you remember these impulses you once had, you can't help but laugh in your heart, young and frivolous.

For example, the monk in front of him sticks his chopsticks straight on the rice, which makes people taboo.

In reality, you're going out to a party and sticking your chopsticks on it.

If a friend says something, I'll help you pull it out.

If there are elders, keep the bloody head of the dog you scolded.

Because it is only when making offerings to the dead that the chopsticks are inserted in the center.

It is also called an inverted rice.

Moreover, with the identity of a monk, it is inevitable that people will think about it.

Because it was the last carriage, there were less than ten people in total.

Oh, if you add this little girl, and the one behind you, it's exactly ten "people".

"Strange power! Be careful to get caught and give you a crunch! ”

The middle-aged man sitting in the back row lifted his thick frame and said to Zhao Ke without raising his head.

However, although the tone is not very good, if you think about it carefully, the other party is actually reminding yourself.

Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the characteristics of this era.

However, Zhao Ke immediately smiled: "The poor monk didn't say anything, but whatever you think of, it's all your own thoughts, what does it have to do with the poor monk." ”

The eyed man couldn't help frowning when he heard this, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this monk had just inserted his chopsticks in the lunch box from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, the glasses man's brows couldn't help but stretch.

It's just that the man with the middle hair in the next seat was a little unhappy, and snorted coldly: "Your rice is all ready, put it there, if you don't eat it, don't waste food." ”

Wang Mazi saw someone raising the bar, squinted his eyes, and vaguely remembered that this middle head had also gone to eat just now.

It's just a step too late, and the meals are all swept away.

I didn't have a meal, so I could only wait for the next pot, but this big pot of rice, even if it was a vegetarian dish, would take an hour or two, plus the conditions of this train.

It is estimated that when the next pot is ready, it will be time for dinner.

No wonder I sat there and felt uncomfortable.

Zhao Ke took a look, and the little girl next to him had already finished eating.

Although the food in the lunch box was not moved, Zhao Ke could see that the food had changed its taste.

Seeing that Zhongfen was angry, Zhao Ke was happy in his heart: "Okay, then let it be given to the donor." ”

When Zhao Ke said this, he put the lunch box in front of the other party.

It is not taboo to pat the little red book on his chest, and after silently reciting a contemporary characteristic slogan in his heart, he grabbed the chopsticks and pulled them into his mouth.

Zhao Ke sat aside, opened a gap in the glass beside him, let the cold wind blow on his face, squinted and quietly watched Zhongfen take a big bite of food.

I couldn't help but think about it, feeling that since I dressed up as a monk, I had become more and more like a monk.

"Hmm, is it because I'm too deep in the play?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke immediately shook his head, dispelled this thought, and just pretended, he had six impure roots, and he became a Mao monk.

Besides, if you really become a monk, even if you are willing, your wife will still grab herself into the coffin every now and then, and hand over a wave of public food.

"Gross!"

Zhao Ke was thinking about it, when he saw that Zhongfen, who had just eaten a few bites of food, suddenly fell to the ground and vomited.

That taste...... Sour spicy eyes.

In an instant, the entire carriage couldn't help frowning.

looked at this middle head with disgust.

The little girl's father was also stimulated by this smell, and he was in a trance, and his fluttering consciousness suddenly woke up.

It's just that after waking up, it's not looking at the middle head behind me.

Instead, he subconsciously grabbed his hand on the package in his arms, reached out and groped in the package for a while, and the tense expression on his face suddenly eased a lot.

Holding the package tightly in his arms, he didn't speak, and kept his head down.

"Hey, what did you do?"

Seeing this, Wang Mazi couldn't help but ask Zhao Ke in a low voice.

He couldn't see the little girl, but he could vaguely feel that there was a cold aura in the little girl's position, as if the car glass over there was not closed.

Walking over there, I felt the cold wind blowing on my buttocks, and it was cold.

Zhao Ke didn't explain, just shook his head, saying that this matter has nothing to do with me.

glanced back at the little girl and found that the little girl hiding in her father's arms was showing her cute tiger teeth to Zhao Ke and smiled mischievously.

Although Zhao Ke kept a smile on his face, he was not in a very happy mood.

Ordinary meals after serving are always not too good in taste, but not to the extent that people vomit after eating.

But this little girl is different, the yin qi on her body is very heavy, and there is still a strong resentment left on the food she has eaten.

I'm afraid that when I died, I suffered a lot of torture, and I died in vain.

Not a sentimental person himself.

It's just that when I see the little girl, I can't help but think about what happened in the orphanage.

The middle head in the back seemed to have vomited, and pushed the lunch box on the table away with a disgusted face, feeling that he had never eaten such an unpalatable thing in his life.

After spitting up, Zhongfen took a sip of hot water and opened the window, but he felt a gurgling in his stomach, and he was even more hungry.

At this moment, a hand gently patted him on the shoulder.

When he turned around, he saw an old man sitting behind him, holding a cake in his hand.

"Young man, it's not enough to be hungry, let's eat a cake, it doesn't taste very good, but my daughter made it herself."

"Oh! Thank you, thank you, uncle. ”

After taking the cake, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, but he was very confused, and muttered in his heart: "Strange, when did an old man sit behind me?" ”

"Ahem!"

The man with glasses on the side coughed lightly twice, looked at Zhongfen and said, "You didn't eat clean just now, and you vomited so much, it's better not to eat and drink more hot water." ”

It's just that the middle head ignored the man with glasses, and pouted: "It doesn't matter if it is so much, people are iron and steel, and they are hungry and panic if they don't eat a meal." ”

As he said this, he glanced at the bread in his hand, and saw that there was still some ash on the cake, so he didn't care, and he blew it twice and stuffed it into his mouth.

Just took a bite of it, and the brows of the middle head couldn't help but lock into a ball.

It doesn't taste like it's tasteful, it's just that the texture in your mouth feels like you're chewing paper.

"Young man, eat slowly, I don't have enough here."

The care of the old man behind him was embarrassed to spit out again.

Nodding his head, he stiffened his neck and swallowed it in his mouth.

At this moment, the light outside suddenly dimmed.

It was the train that went into the tunnel.

The tunnel is quite long, and the tunnel in this era is naturally not as advanced as in reality.

There was a black hole, and there were only a few tile lamps in the carriage, barely illuminating the carriage.

The crowd didn't care.

Zhong Fen glanced outside, and couldn't help but shrink his neck, only to feel that there was a black hole outside, and it always looked weird.

Looking out the window, he put the cake in his mouth with his hand.

Just just raised your hand.

The middle head was suddenly stunned, and his eyes were staring directly at the window.

No! To be precise, staring at your own shadow in the window.

I saw that in the shadow, what I was holding in my hand was not a cake, but a thick stack of white paper!

"It's not a cake!"

Look at the cake with sesame seeds in your hand, and look at the shadow on the glass.

Suddenly, his chest breathed, one hand was on the little red book on his chest, and the other hand was holding the cake, and he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

Stare carefully into the glass, stare at the glass.

saw a bloody face outside the window, looking back at him coldly.

"Hiss......"

In an instant, a cold breath penetrated into his lungs along his throat, cold from his head to the soles of his feet.

"What the hell!!"

With a scream, I saw Zhongfang get up from the chair violently, but he stepped on the vomit just now without paying attention to his feet, and his body slipped and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ghosts! Ghosts! ”

In the midst of screaming, Zhongfentou suddenly felt that something was wrong, and with a sweep of his eyes, a drop of cold sweat fell down his cheeks on his forehead.

I saw that the originally empty carriage, I don't know when, it was actually full of people.

"Are you alright, young man?"

Seeing the reaction of the middle part, the old man who had just given the cake poked his head out of the back seat and asked with concern.

As soon as the words fell, I heard the harsh humming sound of "Zizi", and the car slowed down violently, causing the carriage to be stunned.

The old man's body was unstable, and he raised it forward, but this time, the head rolled down from his neck, impartially, and fell into the arms of the middle part.

"Oh, I'm sorry, boy, please give me my head."