But Wendy, who was pinned on by everyone's high hopes, shook her head painfully at this time: "No, I don't know, there are too many people in the subway, and I didn't pay attention to other people in my hunch." For example, Yang Qi, I didn't see you at all in my hunch. ”

Wendy's words made the three people who had been worried suddenly stunned, and looked at Yang Qi as if they had just woken up from a big dream. "If you think about it carefully," Kevin was stunned, "Yang Qi, you weren't in the first carriage in the first place, and if it weren't for the commotion we caused, you wouldn't have been able to withstand the most violent impact at all." ”

"No, no, no, it's not the point!" Zhu Li stood up excitedly, and wiped Yang Qi up and down several times with a pair of big eyes: "Whether you are in the first carriage or not, according to your magical strength, you will not die, and you may not be on the list of the Grim Reaper at all!

"There's no superpower, it's real kung fu through and through. A big monk plus a black-hearted oil dealer, you can do it too. Ordinary people's amazement at the amount of special power is already an old stalk, Yang Qi didn't want to dwell on it more, and pulled the topic back to the right path: "As for the list of the Grim Reaper, although I'm not sure, I think I'm afraid I'm not so lucky to stay out of it." Okay, now we have to be in the same boat, especially when we don't know the order of the Lu Dao attacks, we have to work together. ”

The three frightened guys didn't look very reliable, so Yang Qi took the baton: "Wendy, you can see the premonition of death, which means that you are sensitive to the attack of the god of death, so you have to pay more attention to all kinds of signs." Julie, Kevin, you also have to help pay attention to the details around you, and report anything wrong immediately. I remember that there were nine survivors of the subway incident, and we have four here, and the priority is to find the other five. ”

Maybe it was because of Yang Qi's magical power, or maybe because of his calm tone and command, Wendy's faces recovered a lot, and they seemed a little more energetic. Wendy immediately said, "I know two of those five people, my roommates and friends. For the other three, I also sent them my mobile phone number, and if they have any ideas, they should contact me. ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a mobile phone ringing suddenly, it was Wendy's phone.

Wendy glanced at the others, carefully picked up the phone and pressed the answer button: "Hey, who?"

Yang Qi heard a woman's voice coming from the earpiece: "Your name is Wendy, hello, my name is Femenist, I am one of the survivors of the 081 subway, I listened to your words in the police station before and found it very interesting." ”

Wendy's eyes immediately widened in disbelief, "Funny?

There was a strange excitement in the voice on the other side: "Yes, don't you find it interesting to have bizarre events, unexpected deaths, and those unbelievable death designs?"

Wendy couldn't stand the other party's tone: "Don't you understand, the Grim Reaper is going to attack us!"

"Come on, I'm a novelist, and I've teased the gods many times. If there really is a god of death in this world, he will not wait until today to attack me. Alright, Wendy, whatever you believe and what I don't believe, it's always a good idea to exchange information. Even if it's really as you say, I just want to say - come up with the evidence and convince me. As long as it can convince me, I will do my best to help. Believe me, a great writer can do a lot. Alright, come to my lodgings, I'm at 16 St. House Street. ”

"St. House Street?" Wendy said in surprise, "Is that St. House Street?"

"Yes, it's that upscale villa area. As I said, I'm a great writer. "Click, the phone was hung up.

Well, regardless of the attitude of the other party, the first clue has already been taken. According to Kevin, it doesn't make a difference where you are when the Grim Reaper attacks, so the four of them are not averse to going to the villa area.

On the outskirts of the city, Kevin's house is a small-town-American-like spire house, with courtyards and boulevards on the outside, and residents across the street driving weeds to mow through yellow weeds. As soon as Yang Qi and the four of them went out, they heard the sound of leaves and a gust of wind blowing. It was November, and in late autumn, the leaves on the trees were yellow, falling in the cold wind.

"Yin Wind?" Yang Qi remembered the description in the guide, and looked at Wendy tentatively: "Is this a sign?

Yang Qi, who looked at Wendy, didn't pay attention, and several plastic bags flew out of the corner of the roadside wall under the strong wind. One of the blue plastic bags fluttered in the wind, and it was powerless, floating towards Yang Qi silently. Wendy shook her head, Yang Qi turned around, and at this time, the plastic bag just covered Yang Qi's face.

At the same time, another plastic bag floated across the street and landed on the faces of weeding residents. Caught off guard, the resident panicked and hurriedly ripped off the plastic bag with both hands. But when he took his hands off the wheel of the mower, the mower shifted in its natural direction and crashed into the tool box placed on the side of the yard. The tool box spread out, and a box of nails poured down, just into the blade wheel of the weeding truck.

In an instant, with the sound of clanging, several iron nails shot out like bullets inspired by a firing pin, and struck Yang Qi's door with a sharp roar! Yang Qi's vision was just blocked by the plastic bag at this time, and he couldn't see these sharp metals. The three Wendy wanted to warn and push Yang Qi away, but their movements were too slow to keep up with the speed of the crisis.

However, if they can't keep up, it doesn't mean that Yang Qi can't keep up. Although the plastic bags that came silently with the wind were unexpected, the sound of these flying iron nails breaking the air was too distinct!

In the next moment, Yang Qi raised his hand. When his eyes were still covered by the plastic bag, Yang Qi raised his hand steadily and accurately. Snapping, as if pinching the flying insects, Yang Qi pinched the iron nail lightly. Bang bang, Yang Qi's hands waved again and again, not missing a trace. After a moment, Yang Qi stopped moving. With his hands spread out, a dozen or so iron nails fell to his feet with a clatter, and Yang Qi himself was unharmed.

The three Wendys were stunned.

Yang Qi took off the plastic bag hanging on his face: "It seems that this wind is indeed a sign, let's be careful of things that are blown by the wind, and I am indeed on the list of deaths." ”

At this time, the residents across the street ran over in a panic, it was a fat uncle, who looked very honest. He apologized vigorously and hoped that Yang Qi would go to the hospital for a check-up. "It was all old nails with rust on them, and even a small abrasion could cause tetanus. Uncle Fat's face was full of apologies: "It's all to blame for the damn wind and the damn plastic bag!"

Plastic bag? Yang Qi's heart moved, he felt that something flashed in his heart, but he didn't catch it in a flash.

At this moment, Wendy looked at the fat uncle's waist in a daze. There's a magazine rolled up and stuck in her pocket, half exposed, and Wendy always thinks there's something weird about it that attracts her.

"Are you reading a magazine?" Wendy interjected, "Can I take a look at this magazine?"

"This?" Wendy's irrelevant interjection made Uncle Fat a little confused, but he still took out the magazine and handed it to Wendy: "This is what my wife asked me to read, a history book." ”

Wendy took it in her hand and took a look, only to see the title "Equality between men and women!" written in big yellow letters on the cover, it seems that this fat uncle's wife has something else. But when Wendy's gaze fell on the subtitle, her expression changed slightly, and she seemed to sense something unusual. I saw that the subtitle reads "The Struggle and Sacrifice of Feminists", and the word "sacrifice" also has a special effect of dripping blood, which is terrifying.

"Feminist—Feminist?!" Wendy suddenly looked up and said sharply, "It's a sign! The next one to be attacked is Feminist, hurry up and rescue her!" (100 chapters, 100 chapters!