Chapter 21 "The Oracle"

The cold wind howled on the platform at night, making the hanging gas lamps shake.

In such a scene, the dim light sometimes elongates and sometimes shortens, making the steam train quietly parked on the track sometimes get rid of the darkness, and sometimes fall into the shadows, creating an indescribably eerie sense of death.

At this time, a team of policemen in black and white grid uniforms entered the platform, and under the guidance of the manager on duty of the railway company, they walked towards the huge old train.

"I don't know why, after all the passengers left, all the conductors, including the conductor, returned to the carriage, but they didn't come out again. I sent someone, sent someone to find them, and asked them to come out quickly and rest earlier. As a result, As a result, the person who was dispatched quickly ran out of the car, as if he was suffering from a disease, he could only shout hysterically, 'all dead', 'all dead'!" The duty manager of the railway company in a blue coat mentioned Holding a lantern, he introduced the situation while walking.

From his slightly stuttering words and slightly trembling body, the policemen could easily see the great fear hidden in his heart. It seemed that as long as someone patted his shoulder suddenly, he would jump up suddenly, drop everything, and run. Exit towards the platform.

Such emotions also infected the police, all of them put their hands on their waists and held down their gun bags.

Da, da, da, the sound of leather boots stepping on the hard ground echoed, and the policemen followed the manager on duty and entered the front of a carriage vigilantly.

In this carriage, there are two people sitting in each row. They are lined up on the left and right, and they are all away from the windows.

With the light of the gas lamp outside the window and the lantern in his hand, the leading inspector quickly saw the scene in front of him clearly.

The people here are all the staff on the steam train. They wear blue uniforms with different styles for men and women, and they sit quietly in different positions. Their faces are pale and their eyes are open. Eight teeth were exposed.

Seen by the almost unanimous smiles, all the hairs on the scene stood up at the same time, subconsciously holding their breath.

For them, such a scene is too weird and terrifying, they just want to turn around immediately, leave here, and check the situation again at dawn!

The leading inspector secretly took two deep breaths, and ordered the police officers beside him:

"To confirm whether they are, whether they are all dead..."

Having said that, he took another look at the manager on duty of the railway company:

"Follow the past to see if there are fewer people or more people."

"All right, all right, officer," said the duty manager tremblingly.

While he and several police officers went deep into the car, the rest of the staff drew their pistols and raised their guard.

In the unbearable silence, time passed slowly. Finally, several police officers stopped at the end of the car, turned around and shouted:

"It is confirmed that they are all dead!"

The manager on duty of the railway company trembled and said:

"Two people are missing, a train conductor and a driver..."

Seeing that no accident happened for such a long time, the leading inspector calmed down a lot, thought for a while, and said to all the police officers:

"Protect the body in its original state, pending the examination of the cause of death.

"At the same time, divide into two groups, one group goes to other carriages to find the train conductor and driver, the other group investigates the traces of the scene, collects corresponding information, waits until the sun rises, conducts investigations from both the train personnel and the previous passengers, and finds common points and special points."

——Although many passengers did not show their identification documents when buying tickets, the chief inspector believed that he could always find some people who had truthfully registered their situation, and then asked them if they found any unusual situations or passengers worth noting on the train.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of icy cold wind came from nowhere and roared through the carriage.

When everything calmed down, the chief inspector was about to emphasize what he just said,

But suddenly found something wrong:

The steam train staff sitting on the seat still had their eyes open and their face was pale, but their mouths were closed at some point, and eight teeth were no longer exposed.

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In a luxurious room of a hotel, the wall lamps on the wall reflect each other, illuminating the carpeted area with tables and chairs extremely brightly.

Klein has turned into Gehrman Sparrow, sitting on the single sofa, crossing his left foot onto his right leg.

Beside him was the local aboriginal "winner" Enzo, and a row of cult secret puppets stood in front of him.

These are some of the people who tried to sacrifice all the passengers on the steam train before, headed by the man with the red and swollen lump on the side of his face, the conductor and the driver.

They detoured from different neighborhoods in different shapes and met here.

"Who asked you to do the sacrifice?" Klein said in a low voice.

After being promoted to Sequence 4 and becoming a "Crafting Mage", he can no longer only read thoughts from the superficial consciousness of the marionette, but can also use the improved "spiritual body thread" to control and directly do things similar to psychics .

Of course, the higher the level of the secret puppet itself, the worse the effect of the psychic.

After a brief silence, the train conductor who was obviously a Loenian with thicker body hair said dumbly:

"It's God's command."

"Which god?" Klein took a sip from the bone china teacup handed over by "The Winner" Enzo.

The train conductor responded dully:

"God is God and nothing else."

Klein put down his glass and asked instead:

"How did he send down the oracle? What exactly did he say?"

The train conductor suddenly became respectful:

"He gave the decree through the gods, let us use a sacrifice of a large number of lives to please him, and he will let us have eternal life in his kingdom."

A large number of life sacrifices...Compared with the Spiritual Cult, the Rose School prefers similar things. They have always been famous for their bloody sacrifices... But the saying of getting eternal life in the kingdom of God is similar to some ideas of the Spiritual Cult Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it was deliberately made up to deceive these people... Klein pondered for a while and said:

"What fetish?"

The train conductor did not answer, but glanced at the man with the red and swollen lump on the side of his face.

The man then took out something from the inside pocket of his clothes:

This is a rag doll with average workmanship, with curved eyes and mouth.

"God will issue orders to us through it at a specific time. I bought this at the grocery market." The man with the red and swollen lump on the side of his face said in a balanced manner, without fluctuations in tone.

This... Klein thought of many possibilities in an instant, and then asked "Winner" Enzo to take the doll and carefully inspected it, but found nothing abnormal.

According to his experience, this means that the problem is not with the doll itself. The situation can be divided into two categories: one is that someone is not far away, using the doll as a cover, pretending to be a god, and the other is that there is really a certain hidden existence with a special mark This thing was done, and the oracle was sent down by it.

"If it's the former, then he must have discovered the deaths of the conductors and was prepared... If it's the latter, maybe he hasn't noticed anything yet..." Klein thought for a while, and asked Enzo, the "winner", to place the doll on the On the desk in front of the window.

He himself got up immediately, and instantly became another train worker, standing with the row of heretics.

After "Winner" Enzo returned, similar changes took place.

I don't know how long the time has passed, and the night is getting darker and darker.

Suddenly, on the desk bathed in crimson moonlight, the doll with curved eyes and mouth moved its limbs and slowly stood up.

PS: The number of words in this chapter is a bit small, because I was so angry that I couldn’t code words at all. Halfway through writing, I wanted to correspond to a certain sentence in the previous chapter, so I clicked on the webpage and opened the previous chapter. The description about the sacrifice has been deleted. . This kind of review and deletion is simply impossible to say, without that paragraph, who can understand the plot, I can't understand it myself! And, what's illegal about that episode? Writing about bad people doing bad things, and lashing out at ugliness will be deleted? I didn't describe the process of sacrifice in detail, so that people can imitate it. I don't understand what the review criteria are for reading articles now. Do I want to change the book so that it doesn't make sense?

I can't accept that mine has become so broken back and forth, broken in structure, and incomprehensible. It has become something inexplicable and incomprehensible. I have reflected on many revisions in previous chapters, and I also admit that the current environment is difficult. Everyone We are considerate of each other, so we don’t talk, but now the modification is so abnormal that the plot is not coherent, and I can’t write it clearly. I really can’t bear it. What is the tone of mystery, what is the atmosphere, and what will be written in the future? Everyone has a certain expectation Judgment, in this way, I will not be able to write at all later.

Now I have added the content that was deleted in the previous chapter, but I don’t know when it will be deleted again, and it will be the same in the future. I don’t know if I can continue to create this book, when will it be written, um, Compared with the previous hour, I have calmed down now, and I don’t say anything radical. Please watch and cherish it. I will continue to write until I can’t write. I won’t punish me with other people’s mistakes. Reader, well, that's it.