"Boss, come on a bag of white sand."

Zhao Qian took out a crumpled five yuan from the pocket of his jeans and handed it to the newsstand owner who wore reading glasses.

couldn't wait to tear open the package, and with a burst of clouds and mist, his somewhat confused expression quieted down a little.

Familiar taste.

The bag I was going to buy before was gone, and I had to get this shabby smoke to enjoy it.

"Zhao Qian."

A pat on the shoulder, followed by a greeting greeting.

Zhao Qian had already subconsciously turned around after hearing the wind behind him. The hand that the man had tapped on his shoulder had been firmly grasped by him, and his body was tense like a frightened cat.

"Sss A girl was imprinted in her eyes, and the morning sun made her look extraordinarily delicate.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Zhao Qian subconsciously let go of his hand. Hao's wrist was hurriedly pulled back.

The girl took his painful wrist and fiddled with it.

A red mark was particularly clear.

"Are you alright? Monitor. Zhao Qian asked, he had already reacted a little, this is the reality. The girl in front of her is still the class president of his university.

"Forget it, it's not a big deal."

"I see you're in a daze here, and it's about to go to class." The girl reminded as she walked away with the textbook in her arms. Before leaving, I didn't forget to float a sentence. "Names."

Zhao Qian stood in place, nodding in response.

He threw the cigarette at his feet halfway through the cigarette, crushing the sparks on it. He hasn't eaten yet.

The cafeteria is close to the newsstand, almost a short walk away.

ordered a bowl of porridge and a few steamed buns to sit in a seat, and Zhao Qian ate the steamed buns with the bowl of porridge.

It also scared a young couple who were still eating breakfast on the side.

Getting up and walking out of the cafeteria, he could still hear the man say, "This guy is a little tough." ”。

didn't go to class, Zhao Qian went back to his dormitory instead.

He wanted to get to the bottom of something.

Even though any time device showed that it had only been one night, it felt like days had passed.

This is definitely not a delusion.

Zhao Qian, who was sitting at the table in his dormitory, looked at the piece of paper in his hand, which was an ordinary ticket.

However, there are some differences from regular tickets.

For example, the place of issuance above shows a place called World Station, and the location is "Van Helsing" with the title number of the book. And the incident is even more bizarre, it says three days.

On the ticket, a scarlet handwriting is particularly eye-catching.

It was just a line drawn by the ticket inspector, meaning that I had checked the ticket.

But Zhao Qian smelled a smell of blood from above, faint, and an indescribable sweetness mixed with it.

"Lao Zhao, I haven't gone to class yet."

Zhao Qian made a sound from the bed next to him above his head, pulling his thoughts back.

"Well, I went with Xiao Ming all night last night."

He slowly put the paper back in his hand so that it wouldn't be seen by the roommate above. The piece of paper touched his wrist and melted into his wrist like a cloud of ink, turning into a strange tattoo.

He hadn't heard much of the rules of that place last night, but there were two that he remembered very well.

One is that whoever gets on the train is a lifelong passenger at this station. On the other hand, those who leak information about the station to outsiders will be erased.

As for the rest, Zhao Qian can't remember it clearly.

One is because the woman who talks about the rules is very beautiful and sexy, and she is the driver and conductor of the car. He still remembered her two red lips.

The second is that he and some of the passengers completely took those words as jokes.

Until, after getting out of the car, the death of the first person.

The group was sent to a strange wilderness, and the conductor let them off the bus.

Until then, they hadn't noticed anything was wrong.

One second it's a steel forest, the next second it's a few steps away from a dangerous wilderness. Everything is like something that happens in the blink of an eye.

Hearing the conductor's "get off", Zhao Qian's legs walked down as if he didn't obey the call. He was in the same situation as the group of people who got out of the car together, a total of sixteen people.

The whole place is like a different place, except for the weather that can be seen at night.

"Where is this?"

Judging by her appearance and dress, she should be the same as Zhao Qian, and the female voice of a student suddenly cried unconsciously. This moment seemed to ignite the fear in everyone's hearts, and everyone began to look around blankly.

Because the bus behind them that had brought them here was gone.

There was nothing else but a black grassland all around.

A voice rang out at that moment.

"Ding! Mission: Survive tonight in the world of Van Helsing. ”

"Complete the quest to activate the follow-up quest, and the prep qualification is open."

"Random handout of starter tools."

"Start timer: 11 a.m. - 59 minutes - 58 sec"

"Who?" A young man with white hair in the crowd said. Judging from his temperament that doesn't look like a student, he feels like a gangster. Smells of alcohol.

"Mom X, don't pretend to be a ghost for Lao Tzu! Don't think I haven't seen a backdrop for a movie. My dad is XXX. ”

Bai Mao said. The excitement he showed made the people around him unconsciously stay away from him. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he walked in one direction on his own.

Zhao Qian stood in the crowd and did not speak. Because he felt like he had something more in his hands.

By the bright moonlight that was a little cold in the sky, he looked down and saw that it was a dagger. It reflects the light in the moonlight, highlighting its sharpness.

Zhao Qian held the dagger as if he had this thing a long time ago.

More and more people in the crowd found out about it, and they started talking.

"Wow, Sand Hawk!"

A student dressed as a high school student shouted, after all, this kind of weapon is just something that only appears in the ** for him.

Zhao Qian hid in the crowd and looked at everyone, and the people who carried the dagger accounted for the majority of people like him. Some people were better and got grenades, machetes, and even long swords. And there was an unlucky one who got a stick.

As it stands, the person who looks like a high school student gets the best. A gun, it seems, is still the only one, and it is still a good gun.

Anyone who has played CF knows that Sand Eagle is a good gun.

Those who knew the situation well couldn't help but fire up when they looked at the high school student.

"Dude, good guns. Lend me a look. A tall, thin man in the crowd patted the high school student on the shoulder and said. He was carrying a machete he had just gotten, but he couldn't match his appearance, even if he had a distinct scar on his face.

"Who are you?" The high school student brandished the gun in his hand and shouted without hesitation, how dare he be to play outside alone until so late.

When the people in the crowd saw this, most of them fell silent. Even if there are a few people with disgust on their faces, it is difficult to say much in the face of the current situation that is completely unfamiliar and unscientific.

Everyone is at risk.

"Get out of here!" The high school student raised his gun violently, took a step back, and pointed at the scar-faced thin man and shouted. The thin man stood there and took a step forward.

Compared with the pretentious calmness of the thin man, the high school students seem to be very nervous.

The two men were very close.

The thin man took another step forward, and the high school student took a step back.

The two of them went in and out like this.

The high school student took a step back and couldn't retreat. He crashed into the arms of a man, a tall fat man.

I saw the fat man smile "hehe", and directly grabbed the two wrists of the high school student with both hands. He struggled like a bird in a trap, but to no avail.

The thin man stabbed him in the neck, instantly killing the high school student's desire to resist. He cried.

"Thank you, the gun is good, it's quite heavy."

The thin man said as he snatched the gun from the high school student's hand, ignoring his slightly choked cry. The fat man on the side also laughed.

Zhao Qian watched in the crowd, and he was silent from beginning to end. That gun was supposed to be the real thing. Whether it's from the gesture of the high school student or the thin man, you can see a little bit.

"I didn't even open the insurance, and I scared Lao Tzu for a long time." The thin man said as he tinkered with the gun in his hand.

It's also possible that these people are performing a play together. Zhao Qian's eyes flickered at thought.

But the likelihood is very low. For he had heard a scream not far away.

Listening to the timbre, it should be the white hair just now.

A strong smell of blood was brought by the wind in the wild at night, and more and more people were noticing it.

"There are wolves!"

A young man in the crowd who was dressed politely shouted, he saw two green lights in the distance, and subconsciously shouted.

It's not that there are wolves, but that there are many.

Zhao Qian turned his head and looked behind him.

Not far behind the crowd, a few beams of bright green light stood out in the dark night. And more and more.

They were surrounded.

The scream died down after a scream, and it is estimated that the white hair confessed here after being bitten in the throat.