Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

Zhao Hai followed his gaze.

On the north side of the square, there is a row of Victorian-style townhouses, some with their doors wide open, the dark doorways resembling open mouths.

Some doors were closed, and the dark wooden doors looked particularly heavy in the grayish-white light of the day.

Nothing has come out of those houses with their doors closed since last night, and the doors have remained closed.

Zhao Hai frowned: "It seems that's true. Those houses with their doors closed have never had their doors opened."

Chen Ye straightened up from the lamppost and took two steps forward.

His gaze shifted from the closed doors to Gu Qinghuan.

Gu Qinghuan had noticed those houses with closed doors earlier and had been looking at them.

What did she notice?

Chen Ye asked directly, "Gu Qinghuan, what did you discover?"

Gu Qinghuan withdrew her gaze, turned her head, and glanced at Chen Ye: "You're right, those houses that were closed last night were indeed not opened."

Zhou Yating stood up from beside the statue's pedestal, walked to Chen Ye's side, and followed his gaze to the closed house: "You mean... those houses with closed doors are safe?"

Chen Ye shook his head: "I'm not sure. Did you hear those sounds when you were near houses with open doors during the day? And did your companions only enter houses with open doors?"

Jian Lan stepped out from behind Jiang Ning, her gaze lingering on the closed house for two seconds: "The house that Zhu Peng led his men into was indeed an open house."

"The same goes for the people on our team; we don't dare open the door to houses that are locked."

"It seems that auditory hallucinations only occur when you're near a house with its door open."

"Are those houses with closed doors safe houses?"

The group started discussing amongst themselves.

Chen Ye went through this information in his mind.

There is a clear correlation between the openness or closedness of a door and the appearance of monsters. A closed door will not emit any seductive sounds, and no one has ever entered a closed door.

Individually, this information may not seem like much, but when put together, it's hard not to think of a closed house as a safe haven.

But this is the City of Ghosts, a city where eeriness permeates everything.

Wang Ze straightened up from the base of the statue. Xia Yan stood up next to him and reached out to help him, but he gently pushed her away.

He straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the closed houses around the square. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "You mean we should go into those closed houses?"

Chen Ye shook his head: "I'm just offering my opinion. Those closed houses might be safe houses, or they might be bigger traps. But if we have nowhere else to go, we have no choice but to take the plunge."

Wang Ze frowned deeply. He was in very poor condition. If he were to fight another battle of that intensity that night, he probably wouldn't survive. Those closed houses might be his last hope.

"What's the use of saying so much? It's more practical to send a few people in to scout ahead."

Jiang Ning, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth, and the atmosphere in the square changed drastically with his words.

Exploring the way.

To put it bluntly, they were just cannon fodder.

If the house is safe, the scouts come out alive, and the rest go in.

If the house is a trap, those who venture out to explore it will almost certainly die.

Everyone understands this principle.

But who will be the guinea pig?

"Who should go?"

Wang Ze's gaze shifted to Jiang Ning.

"Is that even a question? Of course, it's the one with the lowest talent and weakest strength among us. Even if such a person dies, it won't have much impact on the team's overall combat power."

Jiang Ning's expression remained unchanged when she said this, as if she were stating a matter-of-fact option.

Those who had barely survived and had no backing in the square unconsciously lowered their heads, afraid that Jiang Ning would notice.

Because they are those who have low talent and weak strength.

In Jiang Ning's definition, they are not teammates, not companions, but merely expendable resources.

In this new world where strength reigns supreme, your talent rating determines your worth.

S-rank and A-rank individuals are the core combat force, while others are pawns that can be sacrificed.

These are the rules of the apocalypse.

"If no one objects, then I'll choose three people to go in and scout ahead."

Jiang Ning's voice echoed across the square.

Wang Ze remained silent, his gaze lowered, which was considered an acceptance of Jiang Ning's arrangement.

Gu Qinghuan didn't speak, her gaze still fixed on the closed houses.

Chen Ye didn't say anything. He leaned against the lamppost, his hands in his pockets, his expression calm.

Even the kind-hearted Zhao Hai remained silent.

Sending someone to scout ahead would greatly increase their chances of survival, and Jiang Ning was the perfect choice to play the villain.

Jiang Ning's gaze swept across the scattered crowd and then settled on three people.

"You, you, and you."

He raised his hand and pointed precisely at three people.

The expressions on the faces of the three people who were chosen changed instantly.

Goryeo was the first to be selected.

Her large, calloused hands, honed from years of gripping the shot put, trembled slightly as she managed a hoarse question: "Why? Am I the weakest of these 21 people?"

"Isn't it enough that I'm stronger than you?" Jiang Ning's gaze fell on Gao Li's face, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, a smile devoid of any warmth: "If you don't go, I'll kill you right now."

Goryeo's voice sounded like it was being choked by something; her mouth was open, but she couldn't make a sound.

She turned to look at Zhao Hai, who was her last hope.

On the platform of Shidu South Station, she slapped Zhang Xiaojie, which could be considered as venting her anger for Zhao Hai.

But Zhao Hai remained expressionless at this moment.

Goryeo's lips were trembling, and his teeth were grinding together.

She hated Jiang Ning, she hated Chen Ye, and she hated everyone with power.

But what she hated most was herself, hating herself for only drawing a B-grade talent.

He hated himself for not being strong enough, for not killing more monsters and leveling up more in the Corpse Capital, so that he would have the right to say no now.

But hatred is useless. In this new world where strength reigns supreme, those without power can only be bullied.

Goryeo's hand, which was holding the steel bar, slowly drooped down.

Lu Chen was the second person to be selected.

His face, half-hidden in the shadow of his hat, was as white as paper, and his lips twitched slightly. But to everyone's surprise, he didn't question or curse like Goryeo had.

He simply nodded. There was no point in saying anything more about his lack of talent. It was a pity he didn't have enough potions. Otherwise, with his invisibility talent, he could have found a place to hide and had a good chance of surviving.

Sun Yang was the third one to be selected. The unlucky guy whose equipment was stolen by Jiang Ning was now being selected as cannon fodder to scout ahead.

His face was filled with fear and anger, the two emotions intertwined and twisted into an expression of near collapse.

His lips trembled, and the words were squeezed out between his teeth: "I won't go... I won't go! Why should I go? Why don't you go yourself?"

He took two steps back, then turned and ran.