Snapped!

"Go! Where to go next?"

Snapped!

"Passed! Next, sign up for your station!"

Next to the boarding entrance of the light rail station, there is a small platform with a "Ticket Sales" sign, and the staff behind it repeatedly stamps the ticket.

The device she was holding was very similar to the seal toy Wang Hui remembered playing with when he was a child.

After the conductor confirms the destination of each incoming passenger and collects the money, he stamps the back of his hand, leaving a fluorescent seal.

This mark is the "light rail ticket" of Ye Shengdu.

Passengers only need to scan the back of their hand at the boarding gate in front to enter the platform and board the train. When they arrive at their destination and exit the station, they scan again and the stamp will disappear, which is environmentally friendly and saves trouble.

The last time he took the bus, Wang Hui skipped this point and floated into the carriage. But this time he wanted to experience the bottom-up journey of a normal city citizen, so he came to queue and experience the process.

But just when it was his turn, something unexpected happened.

"Are you going to Zhishou Street?"

The conductor looked at the ticket-buying passengers in front of him suspiciously.

Zhishou Street is a mid-rise neighborhood with very high land prices and complete supporting facilities.

But this passenger, who was over seventy years old, was dressed plainly, and the prosthetics he wore were all standard-grade and crude-grade goods. He didn't look like he could have a fortune in Hot Street.

"Where's your proof?"

While talking, the conductor had already collected the ticket money, but did not stamp it.

"Here, take a look..."

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

"Prove it! Show me what use these are!"

The conductor frowned and pushed the paper back. Seeing the confusion on the old passenger's face, she said impatiently: "Don't you understand? I need your real estate certificate, work certificate or temporary dispatch certificate in Zhishou Street!"

"Don't be angry...my son works in Zhisheng Street. He must have proof..."

With a smile on his face, the old passenger pointed at the photo on the paper and said in a trembling voice: "Here, this is my son. If you check it out, you may be able to contact his work unit...

He is too busy at work and has been out of contact for more than half a year. I have applied for temporary relative visiting qualifications and want to go over and take care of him. Can you see if I can..."

As he said this, the old passenger pulled out another piece of paper underneath, with the title "Facing the problem of difficulty in visiting relatives in middle- and lower-class urban areas and striving to improve relevant people's livelihood mechanisms."

Wang Hui, who was at the back, took a glance and found that it was a document issued by a Minsheng Company under Cyber ​​Group.

It seems that a points system has been adopted. After the lower-class citizens have accumulated enough voluntary labor hours, they can exchange for the opportunity to visit relatives in the middle-class neighborhoods and provide information on their family relationships.

"I didn't issue your application qualifications. Who issued it to you? Who are you looking for to take the bus!"

The conductor was too lazy to pay attention and stretched out his hand to pull the old passenger aside: "You can't go without proof. Get out of the way and don't delay the people behind you from buying tickets! Next one!"

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

The old passenger was anxious. He had been working as a volunteer for five months in order to collect points to exchange for a visit to his relatives. How could this person stop giving him the credit just by talking about it?

The conductor had no intention of talking nonsense anymore and pressed the communication button next to his ear: "There is someone disturbing public order at Gate 16."

The prosthetic body on his body is so shabby, even if his son really works in Zhishou Street, he must be doing a low-level job.

Putting relatives of such people up there will simply pollute the air in mid-level neighborhoods!

The middle section of Ye Shengdu has thirty floors, and the lower section has fifty floors. If the people below really want to sneak into the middle floors at every turn, wouldn't it be a mess?

Not long after, two burly men in uniforms came over quickly, held up the old passenger and dragged him out.

"You, what are you doing?"

The old passenger was shocked and angry: "I just want to see my son! What crime have I committed? Ah? What crime have I committed?!"

He was old and frail, and the old prosthetic limbs on his body did not have much combat power. He was completely unable to break away from the grasp of the two strong men, and the shouts gradually faded away.

Wang Hui looked at the passengers queuing up behind him, but no one stood up to speak out. Everyone seemed to be used to similar scenes.

The human heart is not born numb, but the more we see it and get beaten so many times, it becomes difficult not to become numb.

If you go to help old passengers, the result will not be any change, and you will become an accessory to disrupting public order. Even if you are late for work and you are fined, it is considered light. What you are most afraid of is that it will hinder the education of the next generation...

Wang Hui noticed that many people showed unbearable and angry expressions, but they could only turn their heads away, daring to be angry and afraid to speak.

"The evil suffered by the lower-class citizens of Ye Shengdu is so deep-rooted that just getting rid of a group of three is far from making the sky clear. Qiao Ning and the others have a long way to go!"

Wang Hui sighed secretly, and with a flick of his finger, the small source of light particles flashed away, and then he walked into the boarding entrance on his own.

Originally, Wang Hui wanted to activate the [Virtual Appearance] to give the conductor the illusion of "seeing a qualified certificate", stamp the ticket, and then get on the train.

But now he no longer has this leisurely elegance.

"Next... hmm?"

The conductor didn't see Wang Hui's movements clearly at all, she was in a daze.

What about the person who was just behind the old passenger? Why can’t I remember what he looked like...

Not long after Wang Hui got on the light rail train heading for Zhishou Street, he saw the news on the car screen.

An emergency occurred at the Jianzu Street Light Rail Station, where he had just boarded the train. The head of the conductor at the No. 16 boarding entrance suddenly exploded, causing quite a bit of chaos!

In the live footage, the crowd dispersed in panic, and the security guards shouted to maintain order, including the two strong men who took away the old passenger. It was estimated that the old passenger had taken the opportunity to escape.

Jianzu Street is very close to the zombie blockade area. Experts suspect that this incident is also related to zombies. They recommend expanding the scope of the blockade to ensure that the crisis does not spread...

As this news was broadcast, the passengers in the carriage were either worried or happy, and they were talking about it.

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

He didn't take the old passenger with him. Why?

The son has been living in an upper-middle-class neighborhood for a long time, but he hasn't even given his father a decent prosthetic body or clothes. Is it because he doesn't have money or doesn't want to?

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

Either he was eager to get rid of his status as a lower-class person and took the initiative to cut off contacts, or he died somewhere in the middle class and became a rootless corpse!

No matter what the reason is, it is not a good thing for the old passenger. If you don't know the truth, you can still remember it.

And the conductor's evil was just Ye Shengdu, a microcosm of the great evil in the mechanical world. There are probably countless similar things happening frequently everywhere.

As for why the conductor’s head exploded…
Chapter completed!