Chapter 159 Ghost Train (Two-in-One, Please Subscribe!!!)

The corpses of the sickles were scattered into dust and shadows, disappearing into the night. It was as if a part of the darkness that had been stripped away returned to the embrace of the night, and the darkness in the space became a little thicker again.

Old Tang clasped his hands together, closed his eyes in prayer, and sighed: "Brothers of the new species of bats I just met, have a good journey. Although our friendship is only for a short moment, our friendship will last forever..."

After a brief farewell, Old Tang felt that it was not a problem to stay here and decided to get ready and set off. He trudged in the dark tunnel, along the straight railway track, and there seemed to be nothing but darkness around him. After an unknown period of time, he saw the outline of the edge of the platform. The heavy rain fell on the edge of the roof, as if it had merged into a Small waterfall.

We have been walking for an unknown amount of time, and time seems to have been lost here. The waterfall-like edge seemed to be close at hand, but it always gave Old Tang a feeling of being out of reach. He secretly spat: "Damn it, it's still so close and far away after walking for so long. It seems that I can never get around it." Could it be that this dilapidated station is the legendary 'Ghost Beating the Wall'?"

Old Tang suddenly recalled that his former hunter colleague had introduced this type of supernatural phenomenon to him. The other party told him that the locations where ghosts hit walls were mostly places where Yin Qi gathered, such as cemeteries, abandoned buildings, etc. He also told him One of his companions encountered a ghost and was trapped for three days and three nights in the most serious situation before he was rescued. When he came out, he was already mentally disturbed and collapsed... But after Old Tang recalled it, he found that the guy's description was very evil, but he didn't tell him at all. How do I get out of this wall of ghosts?

Old Tang rolled his eyes and sat down on the wall of the tunnel. The sky was dark. He thought to himself that if he could endure it and get some sleep, some morning workers at the subway station would probably find him at dawn. But when he got close to the edge of the tunnel, he discovered that the rocks building these walls were very old. They were a solemn bronze color and were engraved with mysterious and magnificent patterns.

Old Tang was stunned. Who would carve patterns on the inner wall of a train tunnel? Normally, this is a position where no one is allowed to step down, so no one will see it. Isn’t it superfluous to carve exquisite patterns here?

Old Tang stretched out his hand to touch the lines, and there was actually a slight heat coming from them. It didn't feel like polished stone at all, but more like the fossilized sedimentary rocks he had seen during his previous mission in the Grand Canyon. The fossilized sedimentary rocks there are formed from shale, sandstone and clay that were cut by 2 billion years of scorching sun and torrents of the Colorado River Basin, and finally stripped away by wind and rain.

He suddenly realized that those exquisite patterns may not have been carved by humans, but more like the stacked bones of countless creatures. This is a miraculous workmanship that humans cannot replicate...

But how could such a natural wonder appear in a city subway station?

Old Tang frowned and rubbed the rock formations, as if something was being fiddled with deep in his memory. Circles of tiny ripples began to spread in his calm mind... But before his memories could start to surge, he was struck by a loud rumble. interrupted.

The pale light pierced the darkness and focused on Old Tang. The rails under his feet shook, and the strong wind blew against his face, making his clothes rustle. Old Tang squinted against the light and saw a subway train roaring towards him at an astonishing high speed.

The light and strong wind dispersed the darkness and smoke, and the mechanical beast came with majestic power. The fierce wind pressure almost blew off Old Tang's scalp. If he was mercilessly run over by such a giant beast, , there is no doubt that it will be smashed into pieces and not even a complete body will be left.

But Old Tang stood tall and motionless.

The train stopped almost close to the tip of his nose, and the bright light of the car lights reflected his pupils as black as paint, so hot that it almost ignited the night. It approached with great kinetic energy, but stopped suddenly at the moment it was about to touch Old Tang, and returned to silence after a huge noise that almost pierced the eardrums. In front of Old Tang, this huge steel beast was like a child who had gone crazy and returned to his docile nature.

The rusty push-pull iron door slowly slid open, and the dark carriage was like a bottomless mouth, like the ghost train in the movie that you can't get out of if you walk in. Old Tang looked back at the edge of the platform that was so close but so far away. The rain was still falling, as if it was about to flood the entire city.

It seemed that there was no other choice. Old Tang sighed and walked into the carriage, as if being swallowed by a big black mouth. The iron door rolled against the rusty track behind him, making a tooth-gripping sound. It was difficult. close.

After a while, the train pulled out of the station. The steel beast roared and flew through the heavy rain, and the steam xenon lamp shook. All the windows in the carriage were sealed, and the thin water rushing over them made it almost impossible to see the outside scene. Only the blurred silhouette of the city's outline quickly receded in sight.

"Hey, this is much more fantastical than the stories those guys told. I was kidnapped by a ghost train in the middle of the night. Who would dare to believe it?" Old Tang recalled that his experienced hunter friends had spanked him for bragging. The ghost ship and the uninhabited island were all pale in comparison to the bizarre experiences I had now. It was as boring as if I had eaten a whole-wheat sandwich at my grandma’s house next door.

Old Tang paced around the train with great interest, looking left and right, imagining whether a mummy would pop out from the front or a zombie from behind, just in time to practice his new skills. . His footsteps were as heavy as drums in the dull carriage, as if beating on people's hearts... Suddenly, Old Tang's body stiffened, and his walking feet stopped.

"Damn! It's really a ghost train!"

Old Tang stopped, but the footsteps did not stop.

Someone was slowly approaching in the darkness behind him! He clearly heard the old partition door being gently opened, the mottled rust peeling off, and someone hiding there, peeping at him secretly.

He turned his head, and four pale golden pupils suddenly lit up in the darkness.

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"Little White Rabbits No. 1 and 3 are already on the road. How are things going with No. 2 and No. 4? Nothing went wrong, right?" Potato Chip Girl asked.

"No! Our Little White Rabbit No. 2 is awesome! He is worthy of being called the ace commissioner of Kassel Academy alongside Little White Rabbit No. 1. He is very skilled in tracking! The distance is maintained from the beginning to the end. It's just right, floating between 100 meters and 105 meters!" Mai Shutoku looked at the two red dots next to each other on the computer screen, couldn't help but applaud, and smiled like a flower.

"Are you sure you're talking about the ace commissioner? Why does he sound like a pervert? He's the kind who has quite a lot of experience." Potato Chip Girl tore open a bag of potato chips, tasted one piece, and stuck out her tongue. The smell of Texas barbecue was her least favorite, but they were still potato chips and couldn't be wasted, so she ate them one after another.

"How can there be such a perverted man who stalks you? He's handsome, well-behaved and polite. Although he's a bit paralyzed, isn't it a pleasure to be stalked by such an elite and cool guy?" Mai Shutoku said with a sweet smile.

"Damn, so you like what Chu Zihang does, or do you like being followed by handsome guys? No wonder you always dress up when you go out. I didn't expect that your hobby of long legs is so... no bottom line." Potato Chip Girl said with disgust.

"Hey, hey, hey, you are the one who likes to be followed! I don't dress up to look good for men, I just want to please myself, okay? A sultry otaku like you knows nothing!" Mai Shutoku puffed up her breasts, feeling like a queen. Full of excitement, "I have to say, I actually prefer Caesar's style. Only a proud and confident man is so glorious! That guy Chu Zihang is too boring."

"It's a pity. Caesar should be preparing to propose to Chen Motong at this point. He will go to see the ring at dawn, so you don't have a chance." Potato Chip Girl smiled very much, "But Chu Zihang didn't call me either. Boring, he should be considered boring, Lu Mingfei even said that he has never seen a man who is more bitchy than his senior brother."

"Whether he is bored or coquettish, he must face his heart this time. The lights will focus on his head. He is one of the protagonists of our story. The final choice has always been in his own hands... "Jiude Mai said quietly, "Chu Zihang, should he choose to end miserably and completely turn his life into a tragedy...or should he follow his heart and seize the only little light in his life... Really We are looking forward to it, we will wait and see!”

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Chu Zihang came to what looked like an abandoned subway station. He didn't expect that such a prosperous city could have such a simple place in the corner. The gate didn't work at all. Huge rocks looked like they had fallen from the ceiling, creating deep holes on the cement platform. Only the red sign at the entrance said "no entry" in four big words, but It doesn't look intimidating.

A thin figure stood on the dilapidated platform. He was wearing a large black hoodie and wide-leg pants. His figure was unclear. His face was completely obscured by his hat, mask and sunglasses, and his whole person seemed to blend in with the darkness. As one body. As Chu Zihang said, he really dressed like a thief. Chu Zihang followed this guy here. He lowered his head and looked at his phone. The red dot also stopped on the screen. It was already quite far away from the central city.

Chu Zihang was hiding behind a huge pillar. In front of him was a huge billboard without electricity, and his wet figure was reflected on the dirty glass. In order to conceal the tracking, he did not hold an umbrella and was caught in the heavy rain all the way. At this time, his blood was rushing wildly in his blood vessels, his body temperature rose sharply, and thick steam came out from the thread holes of his clothes. He looked like It was like the clothes were on fire and smoking was coming out.

His eyes were fixed on the thief-looking guy from the beginning to the end. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the other person gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he couldn't tell where it was familiar, but he didn't stick to it all the time. What puzzled him about this idea was why the other party came to such an abandoned subway station in the middle of the rainy night, standing quietly in front of the platform as if waiting for the bus.

But now he has already passed the subway operating point, and he had just searched on his mobile phone before entering the station. This underground platform in the SJS area is called "Gaojing Station", also known as "Station 53", and is the city's subway line 1. An unlined station on the west side, it is also the westernmost station on the underground part of Line 1, numbered 101.

This station was built entirely according to war preparation needs and is completely different from the structure of the passenger terminal. The station is heavily guarded, dull and quiet, with a high dome, simple white gray walls, rough cement floors, incandescent lights that are not turned on all year round, and a cement ramp of more than 700 meters that climbs to the ground exit.

There have been a lot of urban weird stories about this station. Someone on the Qiangguo Forum said that when the subway passed Taojing Station, it suddenly stopped, the lights of the entire car suddenly went out, and some strange banging sound sounded in the darkness, which made people feel heart-stopping. It took a long time after the sound passed for the subway to restart, and the lights turned on again after passing the station, which he will never forget. Some people also said that when passing the station, the lights would suddenly dim a bit, and the subway door would be opened for no reason. There were many blurry black shadows on the empty train. When all the black shadows got off the train, the subway resumed normal operation.

Due to the cold and damp environment inside the station, many people think it is a gathering place for ghosts.

What kind of guy would come to such a station in the middle of the night, and who would use Lu Mingfei's account to let him follow this guy? Chu Zihang's first reaction was whether this was a trap. Assuming that the news was not far away The man in the black hoodie sent it to me, so why did he lure me to such a remote place?

But the next scene shattered his doubts. The rumbling sound came from far away, and a train without any lights on really slowly slid into the platform from the thick darkness and stopped in front of the guy in the black hoodie.

That guy actually came to wait for the bus!

The platform here has no curtain door, only a simple glass barrier. The man easily climbed over the barrier and disappeared into the dark carriage. The door of the train began to close slowly, and a fierce burning sensation came from the mark on Chu Zihang's back. He grabbed his shoulders, took off his sunglasses, and his golden eyes pierced the darkness.

He smelled the same heavy rain as that night!

Chu Zihang took a deep breath, emerged from behind the pillar, and began to sprint quickly. If the champion of the 100-meter track in the Olympics was here, he would be so ashamed that he gave up this career. Chu Zihang was like a gun shooting out. The bullets fired at an alarming speed squeezed into the last carriage through the gap before the door was completely closed.

He rolled around on the ground and then hit the door panel on the other side. There was a dull sound in the darkness. Regardless of the pain on his body, he stood up quickly. Murasame took it and entered the battle preparation state.

He clearly remembered that the guy in the black hoodie entered the train from the front. When the train entered the station, he counted it carefully. There were ten carriages between the beginning and the end. The guy probably wouldn't be able to make it in time...

But after regaining his sight, he was stunned, and violent fear exploded in his mind.

He couldn't see the situation in the front carriage because the carriages in the middle of the train... were filled with dense black shadows!