Chapter 424 The Last Train

I looked at Feng Minglong: "Can you explain it in detail?"

He hesitated for a moment and pointed to the surveillance camera above his head: "Sorry, we have regulations and we cannot disclose this to outsiders casually."

"You are the staff at the subway station, and we are the passengers. If someone really commits suicide here, how can I safely let my daughter come here to take the subway?" I'm not being messy, I just want to try my best to get it out of the mouth of this staff member. Something useful.

"Okay, but don't go out and talk nonsense. In fact, it's not a big deal. We don't want to publicize it because we are afraid that the image of the subway station will be misunderstood by outsiders." Feng Minglong looked around. It was already past the evening rush hour, and the subway station There were not many people inside, so he simply sat next to me, turned his head and whispered: "It's been about a week, and I happened to be on duty that day. Since our subway station is the last station in the northern suburbs, it usually closes later. Normally, it stops at 11pm and closes at 11:20pm. The situation that day was quite special. There was a man who forgot his bag in the subway station. Yes, like you, he also said he was here to pick someone up. He didn’t get on the train. I didn’t know what time he entered the subway. I just knew that he waited until the subway stopped running before leaving. Who would have thought that when the subway station was about to close, he ran back again and said that he had left his bag? Here it is.”

"What happened next?" Others were just excuses. I couldn't figure out the inner meaning of Feng Minglong's words, and his face was calm.

"Then that person rushed into the tunnel. If it hadn't been for him, we wouldn't have known that there was a body hidden deep in the tunnel." Feng Minglong seemed to recall something horrific, his pupils shook violently a few times, and he sucked in After regaining his breath, he continued: "It's too tragic. There might be three of them. I didn't dare to take a closer look. My legs and feet were so frightened that I felt weak. After all, it was the first time I saw a corpse."

"Did you call the police?"

"It wasn't me, it was the man who came to look for the bag." Feng Minglong said with lingering fear: "He was later taken away by the police. Three or four police cars came that night and took the body away in blue protective bags. The explanation given by the police later was Those bodies died by suicide.”

"Do you know the name of that weird man? Or is there anything special about his appearance?"

"It's very ordinary, nothing special." He thought for a while and then said: "The only thing that's a little strange is that he looks a little panicked, and he will mutter something from time to time, like he's running out of time, the Buddha is calling him, etc. "

"Buddha? Did you hear that correctly?" I took out a low-quality cigarette as if nothing had happened and began to ponder, could these people who were suspected of committing suicide be a trick of the Double-Faced Buddha?

"That's true from the pronunciation." Feng Minglong patted my hand politely: "Sir, smoking is prohibited here."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I put away the cigarette box: "Besides these, has anything else happened?"

"It's nothing, but I can see from the surveillance that people are always sneaking in after the subway station closes recently. The surveillance can occasionally capture people, but there are quite a lot of things in the subway station. Do you think it's strange or not?" Feng Minglong was a little surprised. Helpless: "There are many boring legends about the subway circulating on the Internet. I suspect that some netizens are deliberately making fun of them."

"Well, it's possible." I nodded and didn't continue to ask. I already got a lot of information through the conversation just now: "This live broadcast is very restrictive. It seems that I need to plan carefully."

Looking at the dark tunnel, I leaned back on the chair, took two newspapers from the free newspaper and covered my face.

"Pity the hearts of parents all over the world." Feng Minglong stood up and shouted to me before walking far: "Sir, what is your daughter's name? Maybe I can help you search for her when the train comes into the station."

"Thank you, no need to bother."

"Passengers are God and that's what we should do."

Feng Minglong seemed to be a naturally warm-hearted person. I frowned slightly and poked my head out from behind the newspaper: "My daughter's name is Lufeng, and my name is Luxing."

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It was 10:40 in a blink of an eye. I looked at the subway train timetable and saw that the last train would be in ten minutes.

After waiting for a long time, I did not show any signs of anxiety. This made Feng Minglong, who had been secretly paying attention to me from a distance, feel a little worried. In his opinion, my various behaviors did not look like a person picking up his daughter. He hesitated to speak, and tried to come over several times, but finally gave up. Sitting at the consultation desk, drinking tea, he secretly glanced at me from time to time.

I'm too lazy to act in front of Feng Minglong. My daughter was just made up casually by me. This lie will be exposed sooner or later.

Time passed by, and at 10:47, before the train entered the station, the announcement suddenly sounded: "The train to Jiangcheng South Station has stopped. Passengers are asked not to enter the station and wait for the train."

"Isn't there the last train?" I put down the newspaper and got involved in the live broadcast task. I didn't dare to be careless and walked to the information desk: "Isn't the last train at 10:50? Why is the announcement announced that it has stopped? Lucky?"

"It's normal." Feng Minglong said with a smile: "In order to prevent passengers from buying tickets and not being able to get on the last train, we inform the end of operations in advance, especially those who transfer from other lines to thank passengers in advance. Some passengers arrive every day Passengers who are used to taking the subway know very well what time the last train is. Of course, from the perspective of our subway station, I still want to remind you that it is best not to take the last train."

"Why?" Feng Minglong is a train station staff member. These words coming out of his mouth gave me a different feeling: "Are all those legends on the Internet true? Is the last train a soul train? It carries people who died unjustly. Soul, sail directly to the underworld?”

"Um, you're thinking too much." Feng Minglong was speechless: "The distance between trains is very long at night, and when changing routes, some lines may have been out of service. In order to prevent passengers from not being able to sit on the train in the middle of the journey and not being able to get home, they have to apply for refunds. That’s why we remind passengers to try not to take the last bus.”

"Oh, that's it." I turned to look at the platform. There were still four or five people standing there: "Then I won't disturb you. You are busy."

There was a rumble in the tunnel, and while Feng Minglong and I were talking, the last train pulled into the station.

The broadcasts stopped and staff began to put up signs in preparation for the outage.

I walked over slowly and used my innate energy to look inside the car. I memorized the details of each passenger's appearance and movements in my mind. After careful analysis, I found that these people were all ordinary people.

To my discerning eye, it is difficult to disguise a ghost. I watched it several times and found nothing unusual: "Something's wrong. This is just an ordinary train with passengers on it. Such a train can lead to the lair of the Double-Faced Buddha." ?”

I looked at the train timetable aside. The train in front of me was indeed the last train in the usual sense. It seemed that I could complete the live broadcast task by riding on it.

"No, there must be something wrong." It's not even eleven o'clock, and the live broadcast hasn't started yet. The train I want to take should not be this one.

The rich experience accumulated from many live broadcasts told me that I should wait patiently. I took out my mobile phone and used the screen. I could clearly see Feng Minglong staring at me at the information desk. There have been too many strange things happening in the subway station recently. I am abnormal. The behavior was noticed by him.

"Do I have to get on the bus first, wait until I get off at the next stop, and then go back here?" I was hesitating when my phone suddenly rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw that the caller turned out to be Tie Ningxiang.

"Senior, what do you want to see me for so late at night?"

"Do you remember the body that was found in the morgue of the Central Hospital before?" Tie Ningxiang's voice came from the phone, a little solemn, and it should not be good news.

"Remember, what happened? Have you caught the murderer?" I'm about to start the live broadcast. I can't run around tonight. No matter what Tie Ningxiang says, I will put it down.

"A new deceased appeared, and the killing method was still the same. The stomach was cut open, and the murderer seemed to have the claws of an animal."

"Senior sister, I have something else to do here. Can we wait until dawn?"

"The deceased lived next door to your adult shop! The body was dragged, and now I suspect that the person the murderer really wanted to kill was actually you!"