Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

The never-ending train 7

“Can I have them all?”

As if he didn’t expect someone to be so shameless, the man behind the mist choked and said to himself: “Thank you for your patronage.”

Xu Ye had a box of golden cigarettes in his hand, and the fog dissipated.

There was nothing in front of him. If the things in his hands hadn’t really left traces, he would have thought that everything just happened was an illusion.

“What does he want to remind me?”

Xu Ye looked thoughtful, and under the horrified expressions of the audience, he took out a golden cigarette.

Barrage: “What’s going on? Is he trying to set it on fire?”

“Boss Xu Ye, think twice. The rules clearly state that smoking is prohibited.”

“Otherwise, just wait a moment and we’ll find someone to test whether it’s right or wrong.”

The last sentence is a bit vicious, but it is very consistent with the current national conditions of various countries.

When there are 100 people competing at the same time, some unscrupulous countries will automatically divide the chosen ones with relatively low talents into the cannon fodder area. This is particularly obvious in the Asan Kingdom.

As a rule, when you don’t know what is right or wrong at all, apart from being at a loss, there is actually another way, which is to try all possibilities.

Ah Sanguo usually sends some reminders of which he does not know the consequences to the chosen ones of lower castes.

Once you do this, you will most likely pay for it with the life of the chosen one. Ah Sanguo, on the other hand, received the correct information and sent it to the chosen ones of higher castes with higher potential.

To be honest, Lin Guobiao was a little hesitant at this time.

Xu Ye was too important to them, but the lives of the other chosen ones could not be ignored.

It is really a difficult matter to choose between interests and morality.

But Xu Ye didn’t make it difficult for them.

He took out a cigarette, put it in the hand of the crying passenger, and lit it before the passenger could react.

It’s a joke, he’s not stupid.

Experiment on yourself without knowing whether the rules are right or wrong.

The moment the cigarette was lit, a hint of fragrance wafted out. Xu Ye watched the wounds on the passengers’ faces recover bit by bit until they were completely healed.

The other party blinked as if nothing happened.

Xu Ye understood.

Barrage: “It’s funny, cigarettes are a good thing, but they have such effects.”

“These passengers are obviously sick. Lighting cigarettes can suppress the weirdness of the people around them. Rule three is completely wrong.”

“There are still good people on the train. Whether it’s the fare evaders we met in the morning or the sales clerks in the afternoon, they have only one purpose, to help the chosen one.”

…

In the beer country, Dewang wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses and has a gentle appearance. He is a proper public servant. His daily task is to sit in the office and stamp people who come to complete the procedures.

Many people have encountered obstacles with him.

After someone arrived, they discovered that if they wanted to get the stamp they needed, they had to apply for another certificate, but this certificate was not mentioned in the previous announcement.

Some people were in a hurry because the procedures were not completed, so they ran back and forth for more than a month. When the stamp was finally stamped, the day lily was cold and they didn’t know how much money they had lost.

In the face of all kinds of abuse and dissatisfaction from visitors, Dewang did not panic at all. He still sat leisurely in the office with chrysanthemum tea and drank it every day.

Anyway, I’m a stampede, and I won’t be fired. I can say whatever others want, but I can’t lose a piece of flesh.

But if there is a problem with the process, it will be a big deal.

In short, here in Dewang, everything must be done according to the “rules”.

In the world of ghost stories, rules have been replaced by rules, which is pretty much the same.

So, when the fog rose and the white flight attendant handed him a pack of cigarettes, Dewang didn’t even think twice and refused according to the rules.

Even though the flight attendant in white clothes tried his best to dissuade her and clearly explained the uses and benefits of cigarettes, Dewang’s heart was not moved.

He turned around and ran away, covering his ears: “If you don’t want to listen, don’t listen, you are trying to trick me.”

Dewang ran in front, and the flight attendant chased behind him. The two played a game of eagle and chicken in the carriage.

During this time, the white flight attendant tried to give him things in various ways, but failed. When the fog cleared, Dewang breathed a sigh of relief: “Great, no rules were broken.”

The audience in Beer Country was speechless: “What’s wrong with this guy’s brain? He doesn’t know how to adapt at all.”

“The flight attendant in white obviously means well.”

“Damn calf.”

The Beer Country government, which had just watched Xu Ye’s live broadcast, quickly sent him a message.

Unexpectedly, when Dewang received the prompt, he did not show regret for what had just happened. Instead, he stood at attention in a standard posture and said “received” to the screen.

Ten minutes later, a familiar voice sounded again: “Melon seeds, beer and mineral water drinks. Come and buy them if you need them.”

Dewang’s eyes lit up and he immediately approached.

He didn’t notice that this time, unlike before, there was no fog floating around at all.

“Hello, bring me a pack of cigarettes.”

“Sorry, smoking is not allowed in our trains.” The flight attendant showed a troubled expression. Then he took out a newspaper from the cart and handed it to Dewang: “This is the only one I have now.”

Seeing him standing still, the salesman stuffed the newspaper directly into his arms and said slowly:

“This is the rule.”

Turning over the newspaper, the content on the front page naturally fell into my eyes, “On x, month x, xx, train J364 departed from Wumu City, passed through the Gaoling temporary tunnel, derailed at high speed, and collided with the oncoming K985. The train No one returned.”

“Bring me a newspaper.”

“Okay, the newspaper is free.”

In the train, the low-level exchanges between passengers and salespersons passed through my ears.

Dewang was attracted by the content and unconsciously wanted to read more. He continued to read in depth.

Fate did not give him this opportunity. Countless passengers stood up and walked towards his direction. Dewang was lost in the crowd.

[Ding, Dewang, the chosen one from the Beer Country, was swallowed up by the ghost story. The current number of people remaining in the Beer Country is: 27.]

…

In Longguo, Xu Ye looked at the identical salesman in white uniform walking into the carriage and muttered: “Are you coming?”

He issued an order to the people in the car behind him: “No snacks allowed.”

He yanked all the newspapers out of the cart.

The salesperson implicitly reminded: “Dear, a newspaper only contains one page.”

It means you took a little too much.

“I know.”

The salesman was angry: “Are you still shameless?”

Xu Ye: “No more.”

“Hehehe~”

Salesperson: “…”

Ahead, several passengers worked together to buy a bottle of Jianlibao and two packs of poker cards, but Xu Ye ignored them.

His eyes focused more on the salesman’s leaving figure, who passed through a section of the carriage and quickly disappeared.