Chapter 430 Checking Tickets

After listening to Liu Xin's words and watching her changes at this time, I thought of many things in an instant.

The female college student she saw was herself. At the last moment of her life, she witnessed her own death. This experience was very special and it was the first time I had heard of it.

The Liu Xin in front of her had lost her innocent and lovely face. Her peach-like body, which had just matured, had now become deformed. The upper body bones seemed to have been crushed by heavy objects, collapsed inward and were soaked with blood. Stick to the coat.

In the quiet carriage, Liu Xin made a lot of noise. The bodies of the passengers in the surrounding rows of seats were shaking slightly, and their lowered heads seemed to be lifting up.

"Liu Xin, calm down." To be honest, the sudden change in the girl around me was a huge test for my mental endurance.

The innocent beauty suddenly turned into a blood-stained female corpse. I kept talking to comfort her, trying to get her to stop screaming hysterically, but with little success.

Liu Xin was like an epileptic patient who had been severely stimulated. Her voice became sharper and shriller. Seeing her in pain, I felt deeply uneasy.

"Mr. Lu, please shut her up! If the noise continues, it will be terrible if all the people in the car are woken up!" Feng Minglong's small body is still hanging outside the seat, and the neat seats are protruding from him. One piece, very conspicuous.

I also knew that I couldn't let Liu Xin continue to make trouble, so I was cruel, stretched out my hand to cover her mouth, hugged her with the other hand, and pressed her to my chest: "It's all fake, it's all fake."

It's like holding a jade sculpture in your arms. This feeling is indescribable. It's cold and slippery. The cold air pours into the body and the Yin veins start to run automatically.

There was a low sob in my arms, and when Liu Xin stopped making noise, I slowly let go of my hand.

When she completely regained her composure, I looked down and saw that the woman in my arms had returned to her original appearance. The blood all over her body was gone, and the wound on her forehead had healed. However, her glasses were tilted on the bridge of her nose, and she looked a bit cute in a different way. .

"Recovered?" Feng Minglong and I were both surprised, but the girl herself didn't notice anything unusual.

She pushed me away and moved towards the homeless man with a sullen face, her face looking even paler than before.

I was afraid of irritating the girl and causing more mishaps, so I didn't ask any more questions. I looked at my coat and saw that there was no blood on it. What just happened was like an illusion.

"The time on Liu Xin's cell phone was fixed at eleven ten. She saw what she looked like when she was about to die. So, this time is probably her death time! After a person dies, the time in the earthly world stops at At that moment." This is just my speculation without any basis: "When I was at Jiangcheng Beijiao Subway Station, I paid attention to the time several times, including when I was waiting for the train at the end, I took a look and the clock on the wall kept showing It's eleven eleven. Whose time of death is it at this time? The homeless man? Feng Minglong? Or me?"

The frozen time seemed to indicate the moment of death. Thinking of this, I took out my mobile phone and looked at it: "Sixteen minutes past ten."

The numbers keep changing and my time keeps ticking.

"It seems that when I hid in the bathroom, other people in the subway station were killed by the blood fox, and I escaped by chance." Thinking of this, I had another doubt: "There were homeless people and Feng Minglong in the subway station at that time. Two people exist, and eleven eleven represents the time of death of which of the two of them?"

I prefer Feng Minglong in my heart, because although Feng Minglong behaves very normally on the surface, he once did something that still makes me shudder when I think about it now.

He once hid above the cubicle quietly and stared at me. Speaking of which, my five senses have been strengthened many times, and even if an ordinary person is careful, he will still be sensed by me. But in the toilet, in the darkness, I didn't realize there was another person standing next to me.

"Maybe he was no longer human at that time." I glanced at Feng Minglong beside me, who was still complaining in a low voice, and another doubt appeared: "Why does he have a seat? If what I expected is right, this train The people on the bus should all be dead people, Liu Xin was in a car accident, the homeless man was probably killed by the blood fox, was Feng Minglong also killed by the blood fox?"

"No, according to what he said at the beginning, not long after I entered the toilet, he came in to check to see if there were any passengers stranded in the toilet. At that time, he discovered me, and then he kept hiding in the compartment next to me and watched secretly. Holding me. So he probably stayed in the bathroom and didn't go out. If he left, I should be able to hear footsteps."

The whole process is actually not complicated, but there are logical obstacles in some places that make it difficult for me to figure it out.

"What went wrong? The blood fox did not enter the toilet, and Feng Minglong and I stayed in the toilet the whole time and did not go out. So why did he have his own seat on this train? In other words, how did he die? ?" I glanced at Feng Minglong. This person gave me a very ordinary feeling. I didn't have any doubts about him when we first met. He behaved like a very normal subway station worker.

"After Liu Xin got in the car, she did not realize that she was dead. She witnessed her death from the perspective of a bystander. In other words, a person may act according to the memories and obsessions he had during his lifetime for a period of time after death. Thinking about it this way..." I vaguely felt that I had captured something: "Could this Feng Minglong have died before I entered the subway station?"

I was shocked by this idea of ​​mine. You have to know that I have a discerning eye, but during the long period of time when I talked with him, I didn't find anything inappropriate.

"It's horrifying to think about it! Feng Minglong died a long time ago. He wandered around the subway station as a ghost. Then he took the initiative to find me and showed great enthusiasm. He even watched me in the cubicle for an hour. Time, what is his purpose for doing this?" The closer we are, the more real we can feel.

Feng Minglong was right next to me at this time. I could clearly feel his fear and uneasiness in coming to a completely unfamiliar environment. Everything he showed was very consistent with his identity, which made me feel like I had no idea what to do: " I clearly know that he has a problem, but I don’t know where to think about it and find a breakthrough.”

"You, why are you always staring at me?" Feng Minglong was so frightened by my look that he wanted to stay away from me, but because there were no extra seats, he had to look at me with a grimace: "Everyone They all have their own places, why don’t you go look for them again?”

"What are you looking for? Answer me a question first. Do you have a mobile phone or a watch?" Liu Xin's mobile phone time is fixed at 11:10. This should be her death time. If I can see The time fixed on Feng Minglong's body can easily prove his inference.

"No, the leader requested that in order to prevent employees from neglecting their duties during work, the mobile phones should be locked in the cabinet."

"Nonsense, why didn't I hear that there is this rule in the subway station?"

As I said this, I was about to go through Feng Minglong's pockets. He raised his hand helplessly to stop me: "Why are you so unreasonable?"

"I'm doing this for your own good." I haven't found Feng Minglong's cell phone yet, and something new has happened in the shaking train.

There was a dark figure wandering over in the dark carriage in the distance. There were seats on both sides and the aisle was very narrow. The figure stopped after taking a few steps and looked around, as if checking the number of passengers in the car.

"It's broken." I didn't bother to verify Feng Minglong's identity. I quickly lowered my head, relaxed my breathing, and assumed the same posture as the passengers around me.

Seeing the black shadow, Feng Minglong seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter. He squeezed inward with all his strength, and finally shrank half of his body into the seat, then lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.

There was no more sound in the carriage on October 28th. In the dead silence, the black shadow slowly approached.

I lowered my head and couldn't hear the footsteps, so I could only secretly look at the center of the aisle with my peripheral vision in the darkness.

The black shadow came slowly from far to near. Time passed slower and slower, and sweat couldn't stop sliding down my cheeks.