Bang!

"By! Where will the next one?"

Bang!

"Pass! Next station registration!"

Next to the light rail station boarding entrance, there is a small platform with a "ticket sale" sign hanging, and the staff behind them are constantly repeating the stamping.

The equipment she held in her hand was very similar to the seal toys that Wang Hui played with when he was a child.

After the ticket seller confirms the destination of each passenger entering the station and collects the money, he puts a fluorescent seal on the back of his hand.

This mark is Ye Shengdu’s “light rail ticket”.

Passengers only need to scan the back of their hands at the front entrance gate to enter the platform and take the bus. When they arrive at the destination, they will scan the seals and seals and disappear, which will be environmentally friendly and save trouble.

Last time I took the bus, Wang Hui skipped here and floated into the car. This time, if you want to experience the normal journey of urban residents from bottom to top, you can queue up to experience the experience process.

But when it was about to be his turn, an unexpected incident occurred.

"You're going to Chitshou Street?"

The ticket seller looked suspiciously at the ticket purchase passengers in front of him.

The Chishou Street is located on the middle floor, and is a good neighborhood with high land prices and complete supporting facilities.

But this passenger was over 70 years old and was dressed simply, and his prosthetic body was all standard-grade and rough-grade, and he didn't look like he could have an industry in the Chishou Street.

"What about your proof?"

While speaking, the ticket seller had already collected the ticket money, but did not stamp it.

"Here, look..."

The gray-haired passenger handed a piece of paper with both hands, which was a photo of him and a young man, and some identity information was listed on the side.

"Prove it! Show me what the use is this!"

The ticket seller frowned and pushed the paper back. Seeing the old passenger with a confused look on her face, she said impatiently: "Don't you understand? You need a real estate certificate, a work certificate or a temporary dispatch certificate on Chitt Street!"

"Don't be angry... My son works on Chittawa Street, he must have proven it..."

The old passenger smiled and pointed to the photo on the paper and said tremblingly: "Here, this is my son. If you check it, you may be able to communicate with his unit...

He is too busy with work and has been unable to contact him for more than half a year. I applied for temporary visits to relatives and wanted to go over to take care of him. Do you see if you can..."

As he said that, the old passenger took out another piece of paper below, titled "Fastly implement the problem of difficulty in visiting relatives in middle and lower urban areas, and strive to improve relevant people's livelihood mechanisms."

Wang Hui, who was in the back, glanced at him and found that this was a document issued by a Minsheng Company under Cyber ​​Group.

It seems that the points system is adopted. After the lower-level urban residents have accumulated enough time to work voluntarily, they can exchange the opportunity to visit relatives in the middle-level neighborhoods and provide information on relatives’ relationships.

"I didn't send you this qualification. Whoever sends it to you, who will you ask to take the bus!"

The ticket seller was too lazy to pay more attention to it, so he reached out to pull the old passenger aside: "If you don't have a certificate, you can't go. Let's go and don't delay the people behind you to purchase tickets! Next!"

"Hey? You can't do this..."

The old passenger was anxious. He had been volunteering for five months to get points for redeeming a chance to visit relatives. Why didn't this person count when he touched his mouth?

The ticket seller had no intention of talking nonsense with him anymore and pressed the communication button in his ears: "On the No. 16, someone disrupted public order."

The prosthetic body of his body is so shabby that even if his son really works in the street, he must be a low-ranking job.

Putting the relatives of such people on it is simply polluting the air in the middle-level neighborhoods!

The middle section of Ye Shengdu is thirty, and the lower section is fifty. If the people below really want to drill into the middle section at any time, wouldn’t it be a mess?

Not long after, two big men in uniforms, with a tiger-back and a bear-waisted waist, rushed over and dragged the old passenger out.

"What are you doing?"

The old passenger was furious: "I just want to see my son! What crime do I have? Ah? What crime did I commit?!"

He was old and weak, and his old prosthetic limbs did not have much combat power. He could not escape the clamping of the two strong men, and his shouts gradually drifted away.

Wang Hui looked at the passengers lined up behind him, and no one stood up to speak justice. Everyone seemed to have been used to similar scenes.

People’s hearts are not born numb, but they have seen them too many times and are beaten many times, so it is difficult not to be numb.

If you help old passengers, there will be no change in the end. You will become an accomplice who disrupts public order. Being fined late to work is considered light. What you fear most is that it will cause the next generation to receive education...

Wang Hui noticed that many people showed unbearable and angry faces, but they had to turn their heads and dare not speak out.

"The evil suffered by the lower-class urban residents of Yeshengdu is deeply rooted. Just by solving a three-person group, it is far from clearing the sky. Qiao Ning and the others have a long way to go!"

Wang Hui sighed secretly, and he bounced his fingers slightly, and the small source light particles flashed in a flash, and then he walked into the entrance to the bus on his own.

Originally, Wang Hui wanted to activate [Virtual Image] to give the ticket seller an illusion of "seeing the qualification certificate", stamp a ticket seal and get on the train.

But now he doesn't have this leisure and elegance.

"Next...huh?"

The ticket seller didn't see Wang Hui's movements clearly, and she was a little dazed.

What about the person who just lined up behind the old passenger? Why can't I remember what he looked like?

Shortly after Wang Hui boarded the light rail train heading to Chishou Street, he saw the news that was being broadcast on the carriage screen.

An emergency occurred at Jianzu Street Light Rail Station, the station where he had just gotten on the bus. The head of the ticket seller at the entrance of the 16th suddenly exploded, causing considerable chaos!

In the scene, the crowd scattered in panic, and the security guards shouted to maintain order, including the two strong men who took the old passenger away, probably because the old passenger had taken the opportunity to get out of trouble.

Jianzu Street is very close to the zombie blockade area. Experts suspect that this incident is also related to zombies. It is recommended to expand the scope of the blockade to ensure that the crisis will not spread again...

As this news was broadcast, the passengers in the car were either worried or grateful and were talking.

Wang Hui looked at it calmly, and then his eyes turned to the scenery outside the car window.

He didn't take that old passenger with him, why?

My son has lived in the middle-level neighborhood for a long time, but he has not even exchanged a decent prosthetic body or clothes for his father. Is he not having money or not?

No matter how busy you are at work, can you be busy until you have no time to contact your father for more than half a year?

Either they are eager to get rid of their status as lower-class people and actively cut off contact, or they have long died somewhere in the middle class and become a rootless corpse!

No matter what the reason is, it is not a good thing for that old passenger. If you don’t understand the truth, you can still leave a thought.

The evil of the ticket seller is just Ye Shengdu, which is a microcosm of the great evil in the mechanical world. There are probably countless similar things that are frequently staged everywhere.

As for why the ticket seller's head exploded...
Chapter completed!