"I really want to live another five hundred years—"
Another mobile phone ringtone echoes.
But at this moment, the passengers inside the carriage are already shrouded in an air of despair; no one cares whose phone it is.
"Hello? Is this the police? Ah yes, yes, it's me, I was the one who made the emergency call earlier! Please send someone to save me quickly! I pay a lot of taxes every year, I don't want to die!"
Soon, the passengers inside the carriage are drawn to the dialogue between this passenger and the police.
"What? The bomb disposal experts haven't detected the bomb yet and want us to keep waiting?! Hello, hello... Damn it!" The passenger angrily punches the wall of the carriage.
Luo Chao quietly observes all of this, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the outer side of his thigh; he feels that things aren't as simple as they seem.
Meanwhile, the young girl sits in her seat with a melancholic expression, her eyes closed, seemingly drifting into sleep.