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

Upon hearing this, Xia Xiaoqin looked towards the electronic screen.

The names of the eighteen stations are arranged in order, and the red dot has already passed most of them, slowly approaching the final station.

She counted three stops ahead of Shen Yan, her gaze settling on a name.

Death Station.

"Death..." Xia Xiaoqin murmured to herself, "We who are still alive do not have death in our bodies right now."

However, Qin Bufei immediately stopped smiling and said seriously, "No, sister."

"Humans are destined to die; death is something everyone is born with. It's predetermined from the moment of birth. According to this logic, what's the difference between standing on the death stand and standing on the head? Isn't it still the same dead end?"

After speaking, the boy raised his hand and handed the cloth bag to Xia Xiaoqin again.

"So, sister, it's safest for you to get off with me at the next stop. I'm sure there are AB type blood eyeballs in this bag, no doubt about it... I didn't tell you before because I was afraid you'd be scared, but I'm sure there are..."

Gazing at Qin Bufei's blood-stained face, Xia Xiaoqin did not answer.

—She didn't want to get off at the next stop, not only because it was too bloody, but also because she had found a better option.

Xia Xiaoqin's gaze wandered across the screen, then she reached out and gently tapped the name of another station with her fingertips.

Taiping Station.

How's this station?

Xia Xiaoqin gestured for everyone to look at the name.

"The word 'Taiping' originally means social stability and peace, and can also refer to a prosperous era or a stable state."

"But now that ghost stories are sweeping the globe and we're on the run every day, we certainly don't have that kind of peaceful life."

"What if it's the morgue?" Lu Yang's voice rang out unhurriedly.

He stood beside Xia Xiaoqin, his long, slender fingers stroking the girl's long hair. His deep eyes, under the harsh white light, gleamed with a hint of amusement. "The morgue, the place everyone goes to after they die. How is it any different from a death station?"

Qin Bufei raised an eyebrow, but instead of rebuking him, he began to think seriously.

As he pondered, the boy closed and then opened the butterfly knife repeatedly, the blade making a rhythmic clicking sound.

"If it's a morgue, then the station should be called Morgue Station." Qin Bufei tilted his head and looked at the stations that had already passed on the electronic screen. "You see, the station names before were very straightforward."

"A head is a head, happiness is happiness, and fear is fear. If it really refers to a morgue, it wouldn't be simplified to the word 'peace'."

Looking around at the expressions of the others, Qin Bufei closed his butterfly knife and tapped the screen with the handle.

"So this station name refers to the prosperous and peaceful era. We definitely don't have this. Sister is right."

The car body swayed gently as it drove, and the overhead lights emitted a faint buzzing sound.

Xia Xiaoqin turned her head and looked at Lu Yang beside her.

"Lu Yang, what do you think?"

The tall figure raised his hand and wrapped a strand of her hair around his fingertips twice, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I think you made the right choice, darling. Then let's get off at Taiping Station."

Xia Xiaoqin nodded and turned her gaze back to Qin Bufei and Shen Yan.

"We'll get off at Taiping Station."

After staring at Xia Xiaoqin for two seconds in silence, Qin Bufei closed the butterfly knife and put it into his school uniform pocket.

"Sister, don't put all your eggs in one basket."

The boy's tone returned to its usual carefree and nonchalant manner.

"We're teammates, so since you've chosen to go to Taiping Station with that abusive man, I'll get off at the next station."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man turned his head, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, and looked at Shen Yan, who remained silent.

"Where's Young Master Shen? Shouldn't Top Player be at Death Station? You're fearless anyway."

Shen Yan didn't speak. He held the long sword wrapped in strips of cloth, his hat brim pulled low, as if he were listening, or as if he wasn't listening at all.

A deathly silence spread through the carriage.

The three men remained silent, and Xia Xiaoqin, caught in the middle, felt as if she had used up all the awkwardness she had ever experienced in her life.

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The rumble of wheels rolling over the rails filled the entire carriage once again.

After an unknown amount of time, the red dot on the electronic screen moved to the next station—the eyeball station.

The moment the train doors opened, Qin Bufei jumped off the platform without looking back.

He carried the blood-stained cloth bag, the hem of his school uniform fluttering in the cold wind blowing in from the platform.

"Sister, survive."

The car door closed.

Xia Xiaoqin watched the boy's back gradually disappear into the darkness through the car window, and clenched her fist.

Another person was missing from the carriage. Now only she, Lu Yang, and Shen Yan remained.

The subway continued forward.

The platform at Fear Station was shrouded in a blood-red mist, and no one got off the train.

Then came the Wailing Station, where the wind that rushed in when the doors opened seemed to carry faint cries, and no one got off the train.

The death station has arrived.

The car door slowly opened.

There was nothing on the platform—only a pure, boundless expanse of white, quietly stretching out outside the train doors, as if waiting for something.

Xia Xiaoqin looked at Shen Yan. Shen Yan stood still, motionless.

"Aren't you going to get off?"

Shen Yan slowly turned her head, and her deep eyes, hidden beneath the brim of her hat, calmly gazed at her.

"I'm going to Taiping Station too."

The carriage was silent for a moment.

Then Xia Xiaoqin heard a very soft, low chuckle.

It's Lu Yang.

He leaned back in his seat, his long, slender fingers tapping absently on the armrest, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. His laughter made the atmosphere in the carriage even more subtle.

Time slips away, bit by bit.

As the train doors closed, Death Station was left behind.

On the electronic screen, the red dot jumped to that name: Taiping Station.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the sweet announcement rang out again, "we have arrived at Taiping Station. Please take your belongings with you."

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The car door opened.

Xia Xiaoqin looked at the platform with anticipation, then her expression froze.

A stark white light shone down from above, illuminating rows of metal cabinets placed against the wall, each neatly labeled with a number.

Outside the door, there was not a platform, but a morgue.