Chapter 17: The Odd Patterns of the Four

Qin Ziyuan also lit a cigarette. Right now, he needed nicotine to keep himself highly awake. He didn't mind if he was nicotine-poisoned or not, anyway, as long as he could survive to the end, he would make a wish to get himself a life span that could be as long as three hundred years of perpetual youth and disease-free, which was the highest theoretical life span limit that humans could get after making a wish. So he could smoke and drink without restraint and eat delicious junk food. He opened the window to make sure the room was ventilated and then took a hard drag on the cigarette. It was indeed agonizing for the few occupants who inhaled second-hand smoke, but they wouldn't count for anything in this environment. After all, as long as Qin Ziyuan could figure out a way to escape the evil spirits' life, second-hand smoke was nothing at all, and all the injuries and illnesses during the Bloodletter mission could be completely repaired upon returning to the apartment. After the nicotine was ingested into his body, Qin Ziyuan felt much more refreshed. He looked at the four people in front of him, as well as the people who had driven by earlier, and gradually realized that they had perhaps been misled by the Bloodletter about something. Even if it was now the wee hours of the morning, it was indeed unreasonable that this highway did not have any vehicles passing by. But those four non-mainstream people just happened to drive past them, and also just happened to have a car breakdown. This kind of thing can never be a coincidence. Mo Yuan walked over to Qin Ziyuan, who was leaning against the window, and ignored the choking smell of smoke, and said in a voice that only they could hear: "Those four people before would not be a coincidence. But if it was the apartment that made their car break down when they drove up to us, why did it make the car drivable afterward?" There was no difficulty for the apartment to do such a thing. Any more unthinkable phenomenon would have happened as it did. Those four people whose cars malfunctioned until they left the …… apartment must have conferred on the residents significant clues to their survival cues. And now another four people have appeared, there is definitely something special among them. The four people who appeared now were three men and one woman, and their ages were different from before. The only thing they had in common was the fact that they were four people gathered together. At this time, those four people sat down together again and started rubbing mahjong. They seemed to have just finished a game and were now reshuffling the mahjong. "A few uncles!" Qin Ziyuan suddenly walked up to the middle-aged uncle who had opened the door for them and said, "Can I talk to you again?" That uncle was taking the mahjong tiles on his hand, and busily said, "No, no, I have to play another game." "Then …… like this, I will help you play, uncle. The money you win, all counted for you." "You still know how to play mahjong?" "When I was a kid, my dad used to play, and I watched the rules from the sidelines. If I lose, I pay out of my own pocket." "OK …… you try it." The uncle stood up, then Qin Ziyuan sat down. A few other middle-aged men were all smiling and then started. In fact, Qin Ziyuan didn't play mahjong much at all before, he just remembered the rules. However, he didn't care if he lost or not, he was just hedging his bets while playing mahjong. He wanted to know what was going on with these four people. Qin Ziyuan recalled the rules of mahjong in his mind, in fact, this was the first time he had sat on a mahjong table. As far as he could remember, his father used to always invite his fox friends to the house to play mahjong, and if he won it was fine, but if he lost he would beat his mother from time to time to take out his anger. His father would often let him peek at other people's cards in the back and then signal him, so he taught him the rules of mahjong. And for Qin Ziyuan at that time, the only way to save his father from a beating was to let him win. At this time the shuffle was over and the laying of tiles began, Qin Ziyuan began to search his memory bank for the rules of mahjong, remembering that after the shuffle it was 36 tiles laid by each person, divided into two stacks of top and bottom …… Just as they were about to roll the dice to decide who to start grabbing the tiles from, Qin Ziyuan said nonchalantly, "When I came here, I was still very scared ah …… It seems that I encountered a thing that looked like Ah Piao …… " The wife of the middle-aged man who was about to roll the dice froze and said, "What is Ah Piao?" "It's ……" The person next to her hurriedly came to her ear and whispered quietly to explain. Then she froze and said, "No way? Young man you are kidding, right? Where is there any Ah Piao ah?" For a while, she even forgot about throwing the dice. After all, playing mahjong into the wee hours of the morning was also a bit fatiguing, and with such a refreshing topic suddenly coming up, it was obvious that all of them were a bit interested. "I saw a person dressed in a white ancient costume with a pale face, and then he followed behind my car at a speed that actually managed to keep up with my car!" Qin Ziyuan uttered these words in an unperturbed manner, and the other three people on the mahjong table all focused their attention from the mahjong tiles in front of them to Qin Ziyuan for a moment. Qin Ziyuan took another deep drag on his cigarette. The lingering smoke was inhaled almost entirely into his lungs, causing him to cough uncontrollably for a moment. "That …… you're joking, right?" Qin Ziyuan coughed several times and immediately said, "No …… cough …… what I said, is all true. If I have half a lie, go out and get hit by a car!" "Haha …… then you must be looking at it wrong, it's impossible. How can a person be faster than a car ……" "Then could it be Ah Piao?" "Impossible, where in this world would there be any Ah Pei ……" Qin Ziyuan had been observing the expressions of the four people. Obviously, they didn't have the slightest impression of the evil spirit that Qin Ziyuan had described. Mo Yuan was also watching from the side, and he also felt that these people didn't look like they had any impression of the evil spirits. The dice were thrown out …… to determine the identity of the dealer, and the first person to be caught was Qin Ziyuan. When the dealer came to grab the cards, Qin Ziyuan added, "But I still have a hairy heart …… Green Mountain Highway Lot, has there been any murder in the past?" The dealer who grabbed the cards stared blankly, then said, "A murder? You mean traffic accidents? There should always be one, right? There aren't many probes around this area, and there are no traffic police, and from time to time there are accidents caused by overloaded trucks and drunk drivers." "From time to time?" "A few every year, I guess." This was tantamount to speaking in vain. Before coming here, Mo Yuan and Qin Ziyuan had also investigated the Castle Peak Highway, and there were indeed some traffic accidents here every year. A lot of illegal transportation happened here from time to time, and overloading accidents didn't happen more than one or two times. It was simply impossible to tell exactly which accident had caused the birth of the evil spirits. So, it was a waste of time to ask. Next, Qin Ziyuan continued to ask a lot of questions, but nothing came out of it. Just at this time, Mo Yuan suddenly pulled Qin Xiaoming, Qin Xiaohei, to the mahjong table, said, "Do the two of them, and the girl behind …… you have any impression?"