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Chapter 477 Eight-Year-Old Little Lolita
Nickname: Bearded Guy.
Because he has two very distinctive long, curved mustaches growing below his nose, a classic Indian style.
He obtained the train ticket in the same way as Jiang Xiao—through shady dealings, he stole the ticket from the young man who killed the bald man.
This is also the method adopted by many chosen ones.
After all, the way they obtained the ticket stubs was far too obvious.
500 gold tickets are simply beyond their means.
But that's the nature of ghost stories: the more impossible the task, the simpler the way it is ultimately accomplished.
However, they are fundamentally different from Jiang Xiao.
That means that after Jiang Xiao hacked the young man's ticket, he could sit in his seat carefree and fearless, without worrying about retaliation.
But other chosen ones are different.
Staying where you are is just waiting to die, isn't it?
This is why the other chosen ones took action early on.
It wasn't just because they needed to find a way to pass the level, but also because they wanted to avoid the young man's revenge.
But when they stopped in a certain carriage and encountered a ticket inspector for a second ticket check, their tickets mysteriously disappeared from their pockets.
Everyone was stunned.
The clever chosen ones have all thought of this; it's one of the rules in ghost stories.
[Rule 1: Tickets are checked every half hour on the train, so please always check your ticket to make sure it is valid.]
There must be a reason why we need to check every half hour.
The ticket inspector is now checking tickets in the direction they just left.
Therefore, it is possible to guess.
The ticket inspector is most likely doing the same thing over and over again.
They checked from the first carriage to the last, and then checked back all the way.
The chosen one landed in the middle carriage of the train.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be a fixed frequency of once every half hour.
Of course, there are smart chosen ones, but there's never a shortage of idiots either.
Especially in a country that produces a large number of abstract thinkers
As the ticket inspector drew closer, Brother Beard broke out in a cold sweat.
"Shit! I lost the ticket I had stuffed in my pants!"
As soon as Brother Beard said this, the people watching Brother Indian's live stream for entertainment immediately burst into laughter.
[Great, great, this perfectly matches my stereotype about Indian intelligence.]
[Hilarious! He'd rather suspect he lost his ticket than believe it's the power of the rules.]
What we're saying is, he didn't even have a single suspicion, even that it had been stolen?
His heart was so pure and upright, he really was... I'm so moved.
Although he's a bit slow-witted, Beard Bro still knows the basic importance of staying alive.
"Fuck you! Since I lost the ticket, I just need to do what Baldy did and get another one."
His gaze began to rapidly scan the people currently inside the carriage.
"You, you brat, get up!"
"I?"
A boy who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old pointed to himself in disbelief.
"Yes, I'm talking about you. Shut up and get up!"
"Oh~"
The boy stood up, scratching the back of his head blankly, clearly not understanding why the bearded man had told him to stand up.
"Come here! Come with me to the restroom!"
The boy's pupils dilated instantly.
Although he was still young, his mother repeatedly reminded him of the importance of being careful when going out, especially when dealing with gay men.
"Are you fucking trying to mess with me?"
Get you?
After thinking it over carefully, Bearded Guy realized that if he wanted to steal his ticket, it would indeed be equivalent to messing with him.
So he nodded decisively.
"That's right! I'm after you, come out here!"
Hey!
The boy immediately threw off his jacket, revealing his eight-pack abs and more than a dozen hideous knife wounds.
"I've been out on the road for so many years, and you actually came here to mess with me? I'll tear you to shreds today, you're really tough!"
The boy was furious, and at the same time, he vented his anger by showing off his biceps.
Looking at those bulging, constantly twitching muscles, Beard Guy swallowed hard.
He now understood why the boy was wearing such a loose trench coat.
"No, no, no! I didn't mean to mess with you. I... I admit my tone was a bit impolite just now. What I meant was... uh, yes! I mistook you for someone else. I meant you!"
The bearded man immediately shifted his target, eyeing the delicate girl in the back row of the boy.
His face was pale, giving him a sickly and listless appearance.
"Are you talking about me?"
The girl, who had been keeping her head down, slightly opened her mouth, and spoke weakly, which made Brother Beard feel even more that he had chosen the right target.
Of course, he wasn't going to sleep with her; the ticket inspector was about to arrive at their carriage.
Time was tight and the task was heavy, so even if he wanted to do something, there wasn't enough time.
"Yes, that's right, it's you! Come with me!"
Fortunately, the people in the carriage seemed rather indifferent.
Neither the bald man and the young man before, nor the bearded man now trying to rob the girl, seemed to attract the attention of these passengers.
Faced with the aggressive bearded man, the delicate girl with her head down smiled.
A slight smile revealed two adorable dimples.
Huh?
Brother Beard looked at the girl suspiciously, sensing that something seemed off.
Her smile
Why do I feel like I'm the prey?
The girl stood up from her seat and politely extended her small hand to the bearded man.
"Hey bro, you've got a good eye for people. The handsome guy in front won't let you have your way with him, but I'm willing to let you have your way with him, or you can let me have my way with him too."
Bearded Guy: "?"
Adam's apple?
This girl who always keeps her head down actually has an Adam's apple!
And it seems that because he was "recognized" by Beard Bro, his voice became rough and bold.
"Wait a minute! Hold on! You're spewing shit!"
Bearded Guy, his face pale, stopped the girl—no, this cross-dresser—from getting closer.
I swear, this isn't the kind of "doing" I'm talking about!
This definitely won't work!
What if I can't win? Wouldn't I end up like Mad, the chosen one of the Lighthouse, losing my harem in front of the entire planet?!
"I'm talking about you! It's you!"
In desperation, Beard Bro stopped considering other options and set his sights on a little girl holding a baby bottle.
She was wearing a pink Lolita dress, a white bib, and had two short ponytails in the back.