He was wearing clothes that looked expensive at first glance, and on his wrist was a luxury watch that he had wanted to bring back from the world of entertainment.
This rich second-generation family is really not that rich.
Mai Fan is very satisfied with this identity.
No matter where you are or what time you are, it is always good to have money to get things done.
Thinking of this, Mai Fan simply tidied up in the mirror and opened the toilet door as if nothing was wrong.
"Squeak!"
He saw a face that smiled like a flower.
It was Peng Xiaotian who came over with a bit of attentiveness and coquettishness.
Since he has taken over the villain's life, at least during this journey, his and Peng Xiaotian's fates are interrelated.
Thanks to the villain's memory, he hasn't succeeded yet in this girl, and he doesn't seem to be taking it too seriously.
So the second-generation rich man who has lived among flowers shouldn't mind his intimate behavior, right?
Thinking of this, Mai Fan felt a little more at ease.
He ruffled Peng Xiaotian's hair and thought about walking to his seat.
Whoever thought it was, a shadow crossed in front of them.
Mai Fan and Peng Xiaotian looked up and saw the big man who was annoyed by Peng Xiaotian's little mouth just now.
What is this guy doing blocking the door?
Mai Fan knew it without even thinking about it.
But before he could speak, the girl next to him looked confused, as if she didn't know the big man and asked him: "Hey, Rang Rang, why are you so incompetent?"
"How can you let others walk when you're blocking the road?"
"Do you know this is a public place? I'm a bit public-minded."
A few words made the big man angry, and he immediately burst out: "Do you still know that this is a public place?"
"Let me ask you, are the toilets public?"
"Then you were howling in front of the toilet just now. Do you have no sense of ethics?"
"You squat in front of the toilet and scream for a man who has kidney failure and can't hold back his urine. Do you have the qualities?"
"Why don't you feel ashamed of yourself?"
I can't stand these words anymore... Mai Fan was going to have a good discussion with this apologetic friend, but he heard a squeaking sound coming from behind him.
Um?
Isn't the car they are sitting in the rear of the train?
How come there are still sounds coming from here?
Just as puzzled as Mai Fan was this sturdy man. The three of them temporarily forgot about the quarrel and looked back together.
At this glance, it didn't matter. This man, who was almost 1.9 meters tall, swooped to Mai Fan's free right side, and together with Peng Xiaotian, hugged his arm, trembling slightly.
No wonder this man had such a reaction.
Because from the back door of this carriage, a conductor came out pushing a carriage.
Someone may ask, what do high-speed rail conductors have to be afraid of?
But this conductor, wearing a very unfashionable khaki train overalls, pushing a very simple frame car, creaked towards them.
It's like a visitor from another time and space who broke in at a certain node...
With this outfit, Mai Fan narrowed his eyes.
He remembered that it was as if the train conductor's outfit he saw in the iron carriage in the first world was exactly the same.
It’s just that this car is too worn out, right?
The four thin wheels swayed from side to side as the car advanced, making a screeching sound.
"Go back to your seat first!"
Mai Fan frowned and tried hard to drag Peng Xiaotian, who was already a little stiff.
It's just that he has so much strength, why is he still walking so hard?
Mai Fan tilted his head: "Sir, won't you go back to your seat?"
Who would have thought that this man who was looking for trouble was really stubborn. He shook his head crazily and expressed his determination never to leave: "No, no, how can I go back now? We, we haven't done this yet. It’s over!”
After saying that, he actually bowed and hid even more.
Okay, everyone fears different things.
Maybe this person is particularly afraid of weird things.
Mai Fan, who has experienced the holographic game world and travels through time every day, is quite accepting of such weird things.
He first pressed the two of them onto the window seats, then sat on an empty seat close to the corridor, waiting for the weird flight attendant to approach.
"Squeak, squeak..."
It’s no wonder that Peng Xiaotian and the vicious strong man from the big list were scared.
This steward who lowered his head and focused on pushing the car was so weird, but it seemed as if the people in the carriage could not see him. He was not disturbed at all when he was supposed to be chatting and sleeping.
Didn't this make the two people who could see her presence tremble with fear?
But then, they discovered that there was someone else who was really frightening.
That was the bold guy and Qian Chuanzi-like boyfriend sitting with them... Mai Fan.
He actually turned his body to the outside of the corridor with great interest and asked the flight attendant who was about to pass the row of seats with the cart: "Flight attendant, what do you have in this car? How do you sell it?"
In response to this question, the flight attendant raised his head.
It doesn't matter if you lift it up.
"Ahh!!!"
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Peng Xiaotian and the strong man hugged each other.
Because as soon as the flight attendant, who had covered his face with long hair, raised his head, two lines of blood and tears flowed from a pair of dark eyes.
A sound like fingernails scratching against frosted glass came from her closed mouth: "Huh?"
"Can you see me??"
As the words fell, the flight attendant's head twisted towards Mai Fan like a puppet that had lost its string. After carefully examining Mai Fan, she grinned...
'Crash...'
As soon as the flight attendant opened her mouth, streams of thick and thick blood poured out just like her eyes...
"Jiejiejiejiejie..."
"What a rich blood...it's a fresh human being..."
"The people in the last carriage can still see me... Quack, quack, I'm so happy!"
Mai Fan was a little confused: "Can you see what you are particular about?"
The flight attendant seemed to be in a good mood. She raised her stiff arm and wiped the blood that was still pouring out of her mouth: "Jie Jie..."
"There's no difference...just that you can see me, it's more...delicious..."
"They are all going to die anyway... Of course I want to leave the most delicious food for myself..."
After the flight attendant said these words, even though the seats on the high-speed train were not strong enough, he could feel how badly the two people sitting in the row with him were shaking.
