In February 3199, in the northern town of Snow Country, near A railway station.

Goose feathers and snow fluttered all over the sky, and a biting cold wind swept through everyone in the station with a light white mist.

"This damn weather doesn't let people live!"

From time to time, there was a burst of curses from the crowd, most of whom were dressed in shabby padded jackets, and seemed to be back to their jobs as soon as the spring tide was over.

Next to the earthy railway, a young man wearing a long black trench coat and a top hat with a quiet face was very eye-catching in the crowd.

He wears large-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a sickly whiteness of his face.

The young man behaved gentlemanly, his expression was calm, a white rose was attached to his black top hat, and a wooden cane under the silk gloves made him seem out of place with the crowd around him.

"Pro A railway station, the fourth lying train since noon...... That's right. ”

The boy took out a blood-red letter from the pocket of his trench coat, studied every word on the letterhead, and then put it back in good condition.

His name is Ling Yi, and he is a member of the world-famous detective group "Charlotte".

Three days ago, Ling Yi, who had just quit the detective circle due to illness, received an anonymous letter in the manor, which was blood-red and looked very strange.

"Ghost Game ......"

Ling Yi looked at the eye-catching headline on the envelope and muttered that he wanted to throw it away, but was caught by a line of words on the back of it.

"Morgan Hull's disease. ”

The back of the envelope recorded a detailed introduction to Morgan Hull's disease, which was one of the topics that Ling Yi was most concerned about at this time.

At the end of the label, there is a small number: 1247.32.

Ling Yi silently observed the numbers, and countless words that could be related to this string of numbers flashed through his mind, but in the end, he still found nothing.

After hesitating, Ling Yi clearly saw that the string of numbers suddenly changed from 1247.32 to 1247.31!

This strange change made Ling Yi instantly interested!

Phenomena that cannot be explained by science are like spiritual antidotes to him, and he can temporarily forget all physical pain.

"The arrangement of numbers that decreases over time...... Or is it time itself?"

Ling glanced at his watch while observing the change in numbers.

1247.30！

Sure enough, it changes exactly with the time...... Ling was excited at first, and according to this logic, the time after the conversion of this number in hours and minutes is ......

"Do I have the rest of my life?"

As a patient of Morgan Hull's disease, a rare disease in the world, Ling Yi knew that he had little time left, and if he converted this series of numbers into days, then it was surprisingly close to the time of death estimated by doctors before!

Except for Ling Yi's personal doctor, no one knew about being terminally ill...... Coupled with this strange reduction in lifespan, Ling Yi didn't believe that this could be a joke someone had played on him.

Out of curiosity, Ling Yi read the entire letter paper, the text was very short, only introduced the method of participating in the game, and noted at the end: become the winner and gain the right to live.

"The right to live......" Ling Yi's immature but bloodless face showed a smile, "Interesting." ”

......

The distant shrill whistle brought Ling Yi's thoughts back to reality, and he tapped his fingers on the end of the crutch, unable to wait to see what kind of tricks this so-called "ghost game" was up to.

The crowd was crowded, and Ling Yi saw that at the end of the pitch-black tunnel, an old-fashioned green-skinned train slowly drove into the platform.

Handing the ticket to the ticket inspector, Ling Yi easily boarded the train.

The yin wind hit, Ling Yi felt a chill in his back, he looked with his spare eyes, and the originally bustling crowd behind him had completely disappeared at this time!

There was a dead silence on the noisy platform, and under the steps, a thick white mist seemed to wrap the whole train firmly!

What surprised Ling Yi the most was that the ticket inspector who had just shaken his hand was gone, and from the moment he boarded the train, he seemed to have cut off contact with the whole world.

Suddenly, a sharp headache struck, and a neutral voice sounded in Ling Yi's mind: "Reincarnation Killing Array...... Launch!"

"Ghost game, let's go!"

"Train of the Dead, Mission Objectives...... Survive to the end station. ”

Coming back to his senses, Ling Yi thought back to the voice in his head and muttered, "Mission...... The goal?"

Walking into the carriage, Ling Yi saw that in addition to himself, there were also 9 passengers in different clothes in this carriage.

Most of them looked panicked, ranging in age, some were carrying luggage, some stopped in place, and they all seemed to have noticed the strangeness of the environment at this time.

"Is this the only one of us?"

It was a young lady who was dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase in her hand.

Ling Yi leaned against the door and silently looked at the people in the carriage, looking at their outfits, they didn't look like participants in this game.

"It's dark outside, you can't see it!"

An uncle wearing a hard hat looked out of the car window, spoke in his hometown dialect, and said dissatisfiedly: "What the hell is the place......

"I remember that there is no tunnel between Friend A and East B, and it's too dark outside!"

The tall boy also looked out the window, confused.

"The train hasn't started yet, so of course it can't be a tunnel ......"

Beside the boy, a little girl looked puzzled, then dropped her luggage and quickly ran to Ling Yi's side to look around: "Look, the boarding entrance is not closed yet!"

Hearing this, Ling Yi also followed the little girl's gaze to the entrance where he had just entered, the car door was still open, and under the empty steps, the dense fog had disappeared, replaced by boundless darkness.

"What a broken car, Lao Tzu won't sit anymore!"

With a curse, a yellow-haired young man pushed a few people in the aisle, carrying suitcases and about to get out of the car.

Yellow Fur stumbled to the door, but was stopped by a cane.

Raising his eyes to look at Ling Yi, Huang Mao's face showed anger: "Are you sick?"

Ling Yi smiled slightly and nodded: "Not only that, but it is also a rare terminal illness." ”

Huang Mao was stunned, and was about to do it in anger, but was stopped by the little girl.

At this time, everyone also gathered around, all wanting to see what was the scene outside the car door.

Retracting his crutches, Ling Yi tidied up the collar that was torn and messy by the yellow hair, and said with a smile: "I advise you not to get out of the car." ”

"Fuck off, you have to take care of it, Psycho!"

Huang Mao pushed the little girl away and was about to get out of the car with her luggage.

Seeing Huang Hai furious, the others didn't dare to stop him, watching him take the first step tentatively.

The whole person slowly fell into darkness, and Huang Mao sneered: "One by one!"

Before the words fell, Huang Mao's body seemed to be pulled out by something in an instant, and not long after, a creepy cry came from the endless darkness, it was Huang Mao's voice!

"He, he, he......" The girl covered her mouth in horror, and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

"How so, what the hell is going on out there?"

The woman in the suit held the briefcase tightly in her arms, and her eyes were full of panic.

"Husband, I'm afraid!"

The young woman with glasses hugged the tall boy and cried.

The tall boy's face was pale at this time, but he couldn't show his timidity in front of his girlfriend, and comforted her in a whisper.

"Please go back to your seats. ”

Just when everyone was in shock, Ling Yi's words suddenly broke the panic atmosphere.

When everyone heard this, their eyes were focused on this boy with a pale face and strange clothes, and they looked puzzled, as if they attributed Huang Mao's death to him.

"Who are you, do you know something?"

The strong man had a fierce look on his face and stared at Ling Yi deadly.

Spreading his hands, Ling Yi showed his trademark smile: "I'm sorry, I don't know anything about this...... But what is clear is that we are trapped here now, and you must all know the fate of being forced to leave. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent, and indeed, Huang Mao's miserable cry seemed to still surround his ears, and no one had the courage to try to get out of the car again.

"I think what he said makes sense, anyway, no one dares to act rashly now, it's better to calm down and think of a way. ”

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man, dressed in white casual clothes, with a handsome appearance, who looked like he should be the social elite of a certain city.

Compared with Ling Yi, who was acting strangely, everyone was naturally more convinced by the words of the middle-aged man in white, and everyone returned to their seats, but they were afraid of being very close to each other.

Gently resting his crutches on the edge of the seat, Ling Yi felt for a note in his pocket.

Taking out the note, Ling Yi looked at it carefully, and it was painted with cinnabar with unreadable patterns, which seemed to be charms used to exorcise ghosts.

The little girl sat opposite Ling Yi, she noticed the yellow paper in Ling's hand, and exclaimed, "I also have a similar one!"

As she spoke, the little girl took out a rune paper from her pocket that was exactly the same as in Ling Yi's hand.

"Can you lend me a look?"

Ling Yi took the yellow paper in the little girl's hand and carefully compared his own: "When did you find it?"

"When I first got in the car, I wanted to go to the toilet and I found this thing. ”

The little girl didn't hide it, and told the truth directly.

Nodding, Ling Yi returned the yellow paper to her, and the thoughts in his mind became a little clearer.

Standing up slowly, Ling Yi looked down at everyone and asked, "Let's see, is there anything more or less on your body or in your luggage?"

Hearing this, everyone began to look through their belongings.

"Damn, there is no signal on the mobile phone at this time!"

The strong man angrily slapped his phone on the table.

Ling Yi noticed that the strong man's eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a few days.

"Huh?"

With a soft shout, the young woman with glasses took out a piece of yellow paper with cinnabar symbols exactly like Ling Yi.

"What is this, Spirit Rune?"

"Hey, I have one here, too!"

"I have it too,, when will it be stuffed into my box!"

Ling Yi silently watched as everyone found this strange spell from their bodies, thoughtful.

Although there are no clues to prove the existence of this "ghost game" yet, Ling Yi has always believed in one thing...... The fun is just beginning!