Jingzhi stepped off the train alone and found that it was a small station in the English countryside. It was the first time she had heard the name of the station.

Here, the so-called "railway station" is nothing more than a small house of dozens of square meters built of red bricks.

It was very windy, and there were not many people standing on the platform.

Jingzhi stood alone on the platform, anxiously waiting for the next train. However, a full twenty minutes had passed, and not a single train had arrived.

Jingzhi stood there alone, her limbs numb, her hands and feet cold, and she didn't know what to do. She turned around and saw that there was no one on the platform. The people who had just stood near her were all crammed into a hut on the platform, all made of a transparent material.

Jingzhi did not hesitate at all, and rushed to the door of the glass hut at once.

The door to the hut is also transparent and can be opened and closed automatically. Jingzhi didn't need to move, as soon as the door opened, she walked quickly into the hut, trying to find a warm place, her body was already frozen and almost unconscious.

The temperature inside the cottage was much warmer than outside. Jingzhi found that there were many seats fixed to the floor in the cabin, and there were still a few empty seats in them. She found a seat on the far side facing the railroad tracks, and looked at the train passing on the platform, lest she miss the next train she was going to take.

To the right of Jingzhi's seat was an open space, where several tall British men were standing, talking and laughing.

Jingzhi's eyes stared straight at the railroad tracks outside the hut, not daring to leave for a moment, completely ignoring the every move of the people around her, like a warrior preparing to ambush the enemy, with sharp eyes and focused spirit.

Jingzhi knew very well in her heart that this was a small station, and the train stop time was only a few minutes. If she missed the train because of her sudden curiosity, it would be more than worth the loss.

Suddenly, a stick-like object fell from the sky and slammed into the back of Jingzhi's head. The stick was thick and long, and it pressed down on Jingzhi's head. Fortunately, this stick is not heavy enough to smash Jingzhi's head into a big hole. What a blessing in misfortune!

"Ahh Earthquake! Jingzhi shouted in her heart, subconsciously raised her arm to protect her little head, shrunk up, and was about to lie on the ground.

Before Jingzhi could get her body out of her seat, something like a stick that had just hit the back of her head slid down her arm and pressed heavily on her bent legs.

Jingzhi was so frightened by this sudden "violence" that her whole body trembled, and she broke out in a cold sweat, and every hair on her body stood up. She looked as if possessed by a demon, her terrified eyes staring straight ahead.

The stick-like thing continued to slide down Jingzhi's thighs, rubbing Jingzhi's boots, and finally rolling down to the open space in front of Jingzhi's feet.

At this time, Jingzhi's brain was completely undersupplied. Her pale face and purple-red lips were tormented by cold and fear, making her look more like a dead person.

She felt her body flutter, as if it were about to be blown up by the wind and floated into the clouds. But her sanity told her that it was a hallucination she had before she was about to faint.

She began to try to breathe as hard as she could, but her body was too frightened to obey her. Only very thin air entered through her nostrils and into her lungs, leaving her struggling on the verge of fainting.

"There was no tremor in the ground, it didn't seem to be an earthquake." Thinking of this, Jingzhi's heart was a little more relaxed, and she said to herself in her heart, "But what just hit my head?" Oh, my God! My head hurts! ”

Jingzhi felt what had just hit her still pressing down on her toes. She tried to move her head a few times to look down to see what it was. But when she found out that she had been so frightened that she didn't even have the strength to roll her eyelids, she had to give up and use the afterglow of her eyes to sweep at her feet to see if she could try her luck and see what had just fallen down.

In a matter of seconds, Jingzhi had determined that it was an arm belonging to a person that was now pressed against the tip of her right foot. She immediately remembered that there was no one else lying in the clearing in front of her feet, but one of her kind, a person.

"A living person? Or a dead man? Jingzhi asked herself in her heart. At this point, her small, frozen hands lay flat on her legs, twitching, making her look like an electric robot. She felt her breathing almost stop, and a white mist appeared in front of her.

Fortunately, Jingzhi's ears are still enough. She heard the voices of the people around her not change from what they had just been. No one noticed that she was "behind bars", and no one noticed that there was a "primate" lying in front of her.

"In ...... In my ...... At your feet is ...... What is it? Jingzhi heard a voice from the bottom of her heart and asked, "Yes...... Corpse...... Body? ”

"Is it because I watched the full set of "Sherlock Holmes" that I encountered such a murder? How unlucky I was to be the 'eyewitness' of the murder, the first person to discover the body? ”

Thinking of this, a layer of goosebumps appeared on the surface of Jingzhi's trembling body.

"What should I do?" Jingzhi asked herself in her heart, "As the first person to find the body, should I have a miserable wail now?" That's called ...... Call...... Call it! Jingzhi heard the voice in her heart becoming more and more frightened, more and more miserable, and more and more helpless.

"Ah......h

However, she was tormented by fear, and she no longer had the ability to dominate her throat. No matter how powerful and gripping her inner screams were, there was not a single sound in her throat.

"Can't shout!" Jingzhi said to herself in her heart, "What should I do now? Oh no, my body has froze and is completely out of control! ”

By this time, Jingzhi began to turn from fear to despair. The voice in her heart immediately became fragile and helpless.

"Don't! No! Don't give up! Jingzhi comforted herself in her heart and said, "I have to do it now...... Do...... Do something about it! Right! Be sure to get the attention of those around you...... Observe...... Noticed in my ...... My feet ...... Foot ...... Fall a ...... Alone! Whereas...... And...... He...... He's ...... now. Motionless...... It's good to be motionless...... It's been a long time! ”

Jingzhi heard the voice in her heart and gave herself another order. Even though the voice had become weak, she decided to heed its call.

"Something must be done! Let the people around me notice the 'corpse' at my feet! Jingzhi thought to herself, "In that case, I will be the first to discover the corpse!" Oh, my God! Will I be taken to the police station for questioning? But I don't know anything! I don't know this person at all! Oh, my God! What if the police ask me a question, I say something wrong, and I am mistaken for the murderer of this person? Ah! No one saw him when he fell! Ah! If the police think I pushed him down, how can I refute it! Ah! He's still holding my feet! Ah! My head hurts so much! ”

"Hi, hi, what's wrong with you? You okay? When Jingzhi was entangled, a figure gradually pressed over. A long arm reached over and gently patted her on the back a few times.

Jingzhi wanted to turn her face and glance at the owner of this arm, but her body was still uncontrollable and couldn't move. However, she heard the voice very familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

What this person said attracted the attention of the people around him, and everyone cast questioning glances at Jingzhi.

Suddenly, there was silence in the noisy hut just a moment ago. Everyone looked at Jingzhi as if they had turned into wooden people for a moment, without saying a word and without moving. Chen Jingzhi, a "foreigner" with long black hair, became the "focal point" in the eyes of a group of British locals at this time.

At this time, Jingzhi didn't need to look around to guess that the people in the hut were staring at her. She was forced to try again, but was still unable to manipulate her own body to allow her to move.

Under everyone's gaze, the voice that was active in Jingzhi's heart just now has disappeared. Poor Jingzhi, a person who focused everyone's gaze, sat there quietly, like a lifelike statue.

After a few more seconds, the people in the hut approached Jingzhi one after another. They gathered around Jingzhi, circle after circle. These people were all British, old and young, men and women, all like wooden people, stunned.

For a second, it was so quiet in the cottage of the English country station that no one made a sound. Outside the hut, the cold wind howled.

Jingzhi's breathing is very even. Her pale face was bloodless, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.