That kid is really related to Zhao Cheng, otherwise why would this Gu Shou bird feather stolen from me fall from his body.

Saying this, Zhao Cheng should have been nearby just now, and I was annoyed that I had missed another rare opportunity.

It was nearly midnight and I was back in the office, ready to lie down and rest for a while, only to find my desk empty.

The soft side copy is gone.

The target of that kid just now was not me, but the soft copy in my hand.

My mind went blank immediately, and I was simply doing the stupid thing of picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelon. At this moment, even if it is too late to regret it, the clues that have just arrived are just handed over. But why does Zhao Cheng also want that soft copy? What was it that he wanted to know?

Tonight was destined to be an uneasy night, and the strange things that happened one after another made me completely unprepared to lie down, and after writing the new content of "Persona" overnight, the sky was already white.

I decided to take the subway early in the morning, take the old photos to the psychiatric hospital to find Sister Xue, and find a way to get Song Qiulan out of the photos.

Just before the first wave of work, I got on a very empty subway and quickly found a seat on the side. It's a great thing to have such a location in the morning rush hour. I'm a little secretly happy, it seems that today's luck will not be too bad.

The rhythmic shaking of the subway shook out all the sleepy insects I had the night before, and I didn't sleep all night, and the feeling of exhaustion hit me instantly, and thousands of invisible hands pulled my eyelids down.

I still have to go through many stations to reach the Xining District Psychiatric Hospital, and since it is still early and I am so sleepy, I will sleep for a while. As soon as I closed my eyes, I didn't have time to count one, two, three, and fell asleep.

The shaking of the train made me sleep very comfortably, and by the time I woke up in a daze, more than half an hour had passed.

In a few stops, you'll be at your destination.

I patted my face, stretched my arms and stretched hard, making a "clucking" sound between my cervical vertebrae. There was a tingling sensation of numbness and swelling from the nerves attached to the muscles. It's really tiring to stay up late.

When I had exhausted all my exhaustion, I suddenly found that the subway was still underground and had not exited the tunnel. It was dark outside the window, and it was impossible to tell where it was. Logically. In many parts of Xining District, the subway is on the surface, especially the special line to the suburbs, only part of it is underground, and it only takes ten minutes at most. I'm a little puzzled, after all this time. Why is it still in place.

Looking up and taking a closer look at the site list, the whole person was completely stunned. I woke up after sleeping for so long, and I was still wandering around the middle site. I closed my eyes as I looked at the red stations on my watch that had passed and the green stations that had not yet passed, and the dazzling lights glowed under the shaking of the train.

It must have been so tired just now, I didn't sleep that long at all. Leaning against the wall, his hands rubbing his sore temples incessantly, trying to relax his feelings.

The carriage was still very empty, and the section I was sitting on was full of blank chairs from front to back. No one got in the car and no one got off, as if I was the only one riding today.

After calming down, I noticed something strange in the carriage. It's like you have your eyes closed, but when you have a pen in your eyebrows, it still hurts. That's how I feel now, because through a few empty carriages, I noticed someone in the distance watching me.

I tilted my head in the man's direction, and the empty carriage gave me a glimpse of where he was. Since it was so far away, I could only notice that the man was wearing black clothes and pants and had long hair on his face. Judging by the stature. It should be a man. With a shoulder bag on his back, he stood in the middle of the swaying train, his arm clutching the pole beside him.

When I saw him, I realized that I was overthinking, and this man was on tiptoe. Obviously with his back to me, how could he have time to stare at me. I settled down and decided to take out my phone to pass the time.

As soon as I took it out, I remembered that the signal was very poor when the train was underground, and the battery logo in the upper right corner that had turned red made me feel uncomfortable. It's a bad habit to stay up late every time you don't remember to recharge.

I sighed and slid my phone into my pocket. While thinking about what was going to happen next, he was dumbfounded.

No, the car is so empty, why don't the man sit down and rest for a while.

The feeling of being stared at has not been eliminated, but has become stronger. I looked up in the direction of the man again, and this time I could see the logo on the shoulder bag he was carrying. Because, he didn't know when it started, and he was closer to me. There was an empty carriage between the two of us.

My heart gradually changed from curiosity to nervousness, and my mind became clearer. Why does this strange man make me feel so uneasy? I swallowed, looked up and continued to stare at the site's timetable, and after all this time, the flickering green dot still flickered between the two sites, staring at me like an eye. Maybe he was there in the first place, but I didn't react.

How long will this stop last......

My breathing began to become rapid, and I subconsciously turned my head again, and the man was already in the compartment next to me. Now I feel more and more that things are not normal. This man kept approaching me, the car did not drive off the ground, no one got on and off, did I come to the legendary Doomsday Tram?

No way, no way. I comforted myself. The man was obviously facing away from me, how could he be staring at me, and besides, he had always maintained the position of holding the railing, and the dress must have looked like he was going to work, I must have thought too much. He's supposed to be the kind of person who plays art, and it's normal to behave a little strangely.

Then why did he walk without making a sound?

Another question popped up in my head. I couldn't help my heart's desire, and I tilted my head again, and this time I barely had to turn too much to see his back.

Because he was standing on the ground where I had a meter away.

Still with his back to me, his half-length hair hanging down the back of his head, black clothes, black pants and black shoulder bag, it looked so abrupt in the white carriage.

This time I was no longer nervous, because my nervousness had fermented for a long time and turned into deep fear.

Have you heard Mary's story? She keeps calling you to tell her whereabouts, and every call is the same thing: "Hello, I'm Mary, I'm ××××!" "Each phone call reported a location that was a little closer to you than the last time. You don't know her, and you won't care at first. Thought it was a misdialed call or a spam call. But the approach again and again finally scares you, until you receive one last call from her: "Hello, I'm Mary, I'm already behind you!" ”

Come to think of it. I couldn't help but shiver, and cold sweat oozed from the pores of my body one by one. Although that story was just a story, at the moment I felt that Mary in this story was right next to me, smiling and staring at my every move. I watched as the man stood straight. With the swaying back of the train, he immediately stood up and walked to the carriage behind.

After walking a few steps, I turned my head slightly to observe his movements. He still stood there. At this time, he was another car away from me, and I breathed a sigh of relief, he did not follow, and finally sat down with peace of mind.

Before I could feel at ease, I suddenly felt dark in front of my eyes. The lights in the carriage seemed to be out of touch, the trembling train was constantly replaced by darkness and light, and the long body seemed to be cut off several pieces.

"Bang". The lights finally stopped flashing. Rubbing his eyes, he adjusted to the light. I suddenly noticed that the strange man was standing on the railing in front of me.

"Ahh This time I was completely oblivious to my own image, screaming almost reflexively, and running briskly to the car behind me. The carriage was filled with the sound of my messy footsteps and rapid breathing, and nothing else. I didn't dare to look behind me, I was afraid that the man who walked without a sound would suddenly scare me to death the moment I turned around, I was afraid that he would suddenly say that I was right behind you.

I'm right behind you......

As I ran so fast, I finally saw a carriage with other people there. Like a pilgrim who saw an angel before I died, I grabbed the life-saving straw and stepped in, and sat down on the empty seat in front of me. Gasping for air.

With others around, I was noticeably bolder, breathing steadily as I looked in the direction I was running from. Really. The man with his back to me had been following me, and I had run out of at least five or six carriages, and he was now only one compartment away from me.

I finally felt at ease. If this man is afraid of contact with other people, he is a criminal and should want to rob money or something. Thinking about it calmed me down a lot. I couldn't laugh or cry in my heart. It's actually time to be afraid that the supernatural events are greater than the criminal ones.

But how can this carriage be so quiet?

I looked around, and there was a carriage full of people, not one of them talking, all of them with their heads bowed as if they were asleep, and their heads like wooden fish kept clicking with the shaking of the train. There were young and old, men and women, students and office workers, but almost all of them had the same expression: their eyes closed, their mouths pursed, their heads hung down, as if there was an invisible rope on the ground, which was being dragged to the ground by their necks.

I realized that the place I had just sat down at random was the last in this carriage, is there such a coincidence in the world?

Why don't these people spread out and sit in other carriages and huddle together?

Why are they all sleeping, and no one notices that the train never stops?

Why was I the only one awake, and why didn't that strange man dare approach this carriage?

Don't......

A sense of dread quickly spread from the bottom of my heart to my body, consuming what was left of my sanity like a black hole. I felt even more weird at the moment than I had just now, as if there were hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at me. I felt the motionless gaze from others all over my body, and my scalp was numb to the extreme.

Who exactly! Who has been staring at me from behind! What's going on on this subway!

Just when I was so nervous that the cold sweat in my hands was already soaking the chair, a pair of hands suddenly put on my left shoulder. The touch radiated from my left shoulder to my whole body, and I shivered as if I had been shocked, and then a deep voice sounded from the base of my left ear:

"Can you run away?" (To be continued.) )

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