Rules of the Unusual: My Yandere Husband Pretends to Be Innocent Online

Upon hearing this, the players on the platform completely broke down.

They ran back like madmen, rushing towards the carriages, frantically pounding on the doors and windows, their distorted faces pressed against the glass, their lips uttering pleas and curses.

Someone went so far as to try to pry open the car door with their bare hands, their fingernails snapping open, and dark gray blood flowing down the glass.

Drop drop-

The train's departure alarm sounded.

The wheels began to turn.

The long-haired man suddenly abandoned his idea of ​​rushing into the carriage.

He turned abruptly and ran back towards the stairs with an almost frantic speed.

The moment he stepped onto the stairs, the entire platform floor suddenly cracked open.

Silently, except for the lonely staircase deep inside, the platform floor disappeared into thin air, like a building block that had been removed.

Those players who were still pounding on the car door, along with the fear and despair on their faces, were plunged into the boundless darkness.

The screams came from the abyss, growing farther and farther away, fainter and fainter, until they were completely swallowed by the darkness.

The subway is about to accelerate away.

Xia Xiaoqin pressed her face against the car window, her pupils dilated with shock.

The platform no longer exists.

Only that section of the staircase hung forlornly in the darkness, like a withered branch stuck in an abyss.

There were four or five people standing on the stairs—besides the long-haired man, there were several other players who hadn't managed to reach the edge of the platform. They clung tightly to the stair railing, barely managing to save their lives.

Then, the stairs began to shake.

The steps that were parallel to the original platform began to slowly sink downwards.

To survive, you have to keep moving.

As soon as a young player got a foothold, the steps beneath his feet began to sink, forcing him to climb two more steps.

Everyone started moving, constantly adjusting their positions on the stairs, as if they were trapped on a treadmill that never stops.

At that moment, the long-haired man's gaze changed.

His eyes were fixed on the player closest to him, a young woman in sportswear.

The next second, he pounced on her and bit her ear.

Blood spurted out. The woman's screams were drowned out by the rumble of the subway.

The long-haired man tore at the wound forcefully, then raised his head, his mouth full of blood.

Xia Xiaoqin covered her mouth.

In the black and white world, the blood at the corner of the man's mouth appeared as a thick, almost black gray.

He chewed, his eyes empty and crazed.

One week.

He lived on that staircase for a week.

Where does the food come from?

But the world soon turned dark.

The man's hand suddenly covered her eyes.

"Don't look."

Lu Yang spoke up.

The subway moved forward, and the rumble of wheels rolling over the rails became steady again.

Xia Xiaoqin could no longer bear the pressure. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed next to Lu Yang, her back hitting the back of the chair hard.

She was panting heavily, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

The scene from just now was still replaying in her mind.

"Thank goodness we didn't go down there." Clutching Lu Yang's sleeve, Xia Xiaoqin's fingers were still trembling. "Otherwise, we'd be dead right now."

Lu Yang didn't say anything, but simply put his arm around her shoulder and let her lean against him.

Just then, the loudspeaker overhead suddenly went off.

That sweet yet eerily sweet electronic female voice echoed once more in the carriage, its tone light and cheerful, like a weather forecast.

"Ding-dong—Dear passengers, we are issuing an urgent lost and found notice: The lost item is an eyeball, the right eyeball of a person with blood type AB. If any passenger finds this item in the carriage, please disembark at the next stop and hand it over to the staff of Xingfu Supermarket. Thank you for your cooperation."

Xia Xiaoqin was stunned.

eyeball?

The right eyeball of someone with type AB blood?

Both she and Lu Yang have type AB blood.

"Damn, how could this lost and found be such a coincidence? It has to be type AB?"

Xia Xiaoqin covered her face, somewhat distraught.

A bad thought popped into her mind.

After all, how could you possibly lose your eyeball on the subway?

Unless... it was taken from a living person.

Just then, a cold, impersonal message popped up on the electronic screen.

[Ahead we enter a long tunnel. We are expected to arrive at the next station—Fear Station—in about 30 minutes.]

The sound of the wheels rolling over the rails suddenly became deeper, as if they were plunging into the deeper underground.

Xia Xiaoqin looked up and saw that the traffic lights outside the car window had disappeared, replaced by an endless darkness, where even the pipes on the tunnel walls could not be seen.

The lights inside the carriage turned an exceptionally pale white, casting long and sharp shadows.

"Does this mean we're supposed to fight each other?"

Xia Xiaoqin broke out in a cold sweat, her eyes scanning the carriage warily.

There was no one left in this carriage.

When we stopped at Happy Station, everyone in their carriage ran out.

Considering the amount of people who left earlier, there are probably not many people left on the subway, and perhaps they are safe.

Thinking of this, Xia Xiaoqin felt slightly relieved.

But suddenly, she keenly sensed a gaze fixed directly on her.

Xia Xiaoqin slowly turned her head away.

A young man was standing in the corner of the last row of the carriage, near the aisle.

The young man pulled his black baseball cap down low, obscuring most of his face, revealing only his sharp jawline and a thin, tightly pursed lip.

The long sword wrapped in strips of cloth lay across his chest, the cloth strips on the scabbard gleaming a worn grayish-white under the lamplight.

Shen Yan.

He stood there silently, as if he had appeared out of nowhere from the darkness, and it was unclear how long he had been watching them.

"It's Shen Yan..."

Knowing that she was destined to meet the other person, Xia Xiaoqin's heart clenched tightly.

She had no idea when the other person got there; the man was standing in such a secluded spot that she hadn't noticed him at all during the chaos.

"Damn it... they're not here for eyeballs, are they?"

Xia Xiaoqin whispered to herself.

The memory of how she had intimidated Brother Leopard was still vivid in her mind—the smile she forced at Shen Yan, the greeting she gave him as if they were old acquaintances, he couldn't possibly have missed it.

And now, he's come knocking on our door.