Jiang Ji shook his head and sent a message on his mobile phone.

[I exclude this here.]

The uncle looks sloppy and wretched, but he is actually a cartoonist who is not doing very well.

He likes to go to crowded places and observe the people passing by, and he claims that he finds inspiration for his creations from the various aspects of life.

Because his gaze is sometimes too bold and obscene, he is often complained and despised by passers-by.

The woman in professional attire who was cursing with her head down was actually a teacher.

As Jiang Ji approached her, he heard the curses she was cursing extended from her superiors to her colleagues, students and even the Academic Affairs Office. A series of non-repetitive names appeared. As her movements became more and more vigorous, Jiang Ji saw the teacher's card in her bag.

The information above flashed by, and before Jiang Ji could see which school it was, the other party had already stretched out a bloody hand towards her...

He seems to be a gentle and easy-going teacher.

Jiang Ji thought about it and shifted his gaze towards the car door again.

For the third time, Jiang Ji used the power of prophecy again.

This time it was three minutes.

She chose to get off at this stop three minutes later.

She wanted to see what was happening outside the subway.

The scene in front of him was gradually covered by fog, and the moment Jiang Ji stepped out of the car, he was surrounded by layers of blood mist.

The conductors waiting on both sides of the platform were wearing dark uniforms and walked towards her with sinister smiles. She felt a sharp pain in her eyes, as if a pair of large hands reached out from behind her and dug out her eyeballs alive, and wet liquid gushed out of her eye sockets.

Hiss! It hurts!

Before being completely enveloped by the blood mist, Jiang Ji turned his head with difficulty and finally saw the black JR logo on the silver subway.

A girl in a sailor suit holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped in newspaper passed by her, smelling of blood.

Getting off the bus is definitely the wrong option.

Making the wrong choice on the bus will only result in contamination, but getting off the bus will result in death.

His eyes went dark and Jiang Ji shook his aching head to get rid of the remaining pain.

JR, if she remembered correctly, was the logo of the Fuso Railway Company, and it was also the railway with the most frequent personal accidents in Fuso.

The Japanese are keen on committing suicide by lying on the railway tracks.

It has even developed into a culture.

He had been suppressing the urge to “not cause trouble to others” during his lifetime. Committing suicide by lying on the railway tracks might be his last chance to realize his life value before death. He could force a train to stop and make the headlines... and he wouldn’t be in trouble. The fragmented human tissues were easy to take care of and could be washed away with a high-pressure water gun.

R's predecessor was a state-owned railway, and unlike private railways, it would not demand compensation from the family of a suicide victim on the grounds that the railway had caused heavy losses.

Some sections of the JR railway have even become pilgrimage sites for suicides by lying on the tracks, attracting countless people to imitate their deaths. The railway companies and officials often hang up warning slogans around the areas throughout the year.

Jumping onto the tracks to commit suicide is an extremely tragic way to die, with the intestines and body parts shattered into pieces.

The hard head became a deflated football, and the whole person was squeezed into a pancake that was well-sauce-ed but ruined.

This is a commuter train.

Jiang Ji thought of the female office worker who nearly died after jumping off Metro Line 3 in the surveillance video.

Her eyes moved around among the passengers. How many people in the carriage had died by jumping off the tracks?

No wonder she couldn't see clearly what was happening outside, the interior of the car had not changed, but it had quietly turned into a JR commuter train.

Blocking the station lines is also to mislead them into getting off at the wrong station. Since it is a train, there should be crew members.

Unless...the flight attendants are themselves.

Just then, the train arrived at the station again, the door slowly opened, and the damp and cold air outside rushed in.

This time, the passengers who got off the train were still not from her carriage. The uncle and the woman in the seats did not move at all.

Jiang Ji looked towards the car door calmly as before.

Not long after, a girl in a sailor uniform walked in from outside.

The bouquet of flowers wrapped in newspaper was held in her arms. It was already mostly wet and was wilting into a ball, barely breathing.

She was soaked and covered in mud, with a thin layer of cloth sticking to her body. The uncle next to her suddenly widened his eyes.

She left a fishy trail of water on the dry ground.

When the girl walked past Jiang Ji, her wet head turned 180 degrees and looked at her gloomily.

Jiang Ji glanced at the bouquet in her arms, then stood up and walked over, taking out a piece of leftover A4 paper from his bag.

"Your flowers are wet, do you need me to wrap them for you again?"

"You don't want to go on a date like this, do you?"

She looked intently into the girl's eyes, her tone gentle.

Since you are a flight attendant, you should provide appropriate assistance to passengers.

When she heard about a date, the girl in the sailor suit turned her head, looked at the wilted flowers in her arms, and nodded slowly.

When Jiang Ji patiently rewrapped the flowers and handed them to her, the girl's hostility mostly dissipated, and her pale face became numb.

"This is the 261st time I take this train to see him. We will be happy..." She kept repeating this sentence.

Fresh blood and yellowish liquid tissue began to flow out of his body, mixed with semi-solidified flocs, and there was a strong smell of blood.

The car door closed and Jiang Ji suddenly saw the advertisement opposite.

Plastic surgery of liposuction.

It says a limited time offer price.

Jiang Ji successfully took the page of newspaper from the girl in the sailor suit. Most of the words on it had blurred out.

I could just barely make out the words “lying on the railway tracks” and “unemployment rate” in bold and large fonts, as well as a piece of news in the lower right corner.

[A female teacher was accused by parents of bullying students, using verbal violence and corporal punishment, and demanding that students die.

The school has currently suspended him...】

Jiang Ji's pupils contracted slightly.

It was clearly written in the school column above.

Aoki High School.

*

In the carriage on the other side, Ajin was sitting against the wall.

He also released the three ghosts in his body to give himself courage. The three plastic surgery ghosts sat in a row with him, looking at him with hesitant eyes as if they wanted to say something.

When Jiang Ji suggested that everyone split up to look for the tail ghost, A Jin knew what his friend meant.

This is a newly generated ghost domain. If he can't even get through the D-level ghost domain, let alone the A-level ghost story Aoki High School.

So this time, he must rely on his own strength to pull out the stalker hiding in the carriage!

Ever since he released the three plastic surgery ghosts, the skateboard boy who had been smirking at him turned his head away silently. It was unclear whether he thought the three were too eye-catching or he knew he couldn't beat three of them alone.

This also gave Ajin the opportunity to concentrate on his analysis.

Zheng Baixue said that according to the profile, the stalker was a man when he was alive.

There was a drunk office worker and a skateboard boy on his side, a socially anxious otaku on Zheng Baixue's side, and a hairy uncle on Jiang Ji's side...

Both are very likely.

Of course, the old men wearing little red hats in the Sunset Red Tour Group are not ruled out, but they have a lower priority in his heart. After all, there is an old lady with sharp eyes staring at them.

Just as I was thinking about it, Jiang Ji sent a message.

Suspicion on her side has been cleared, and she also reminded them that this is not Metro Line 3, but a JR line, and they should not get off the train at will.

Jin had no doubt about her words, and even felt that it made more sense. Following someone, stalking...Fuso train perverts are very famous, and more than 50% of the harassment happens on the train. There are even special warning signs near the trains.

The subway shook and began to slow down.

The dynamic advertisement outside the car is still playing.