Is it lost? I frowned and said secretly, it's not impossible. Some careless parents take care of playing, and it is the peak period, and the child may not notice it if he loses it.

I can't turn a blind eye to it, and if the child is abducted, it will be troublesome. After a little struggle, I squeezed through the crowd and arrived at the vending machine.

When the little boy saw me approaching, he shrunk and ducked into the corner with the ball in both hands, his eyes watching me warily. I smiled at this, thinking that the child's vigilance was not low.

This vigilance gave me a good impression of the child, so I pulled out a smile that I felt the gentlest I felt, bent down and whispered to the child, "Child, are you lost with your parents?" ”

The response I received with such gentleness was that the little boy was more vigilant. The people around us are also concerned about the situation on our side, and it is better to gain the trust of children as soon as possible.

Otherwise, I could be arrested as a human trafficker, although that is probably very unlikely in this day and age.

"Little friend." I no longer bent down but squatted down and pointed to the front and whispered, "There are subway staff over there, my brother will take you to find them, how about they help you find your parents?" ”

The child followed the direction I was pointing and saw the subway staff on duty and nodded. I smiled and held out my hand to the little boy, who hesitated for a moment but took my hand.

I stood up and walked over to the subway staff. At the same time, I praised my wit in my heart, and children will subconsciously think that they are good people when they wear uniforms.

Squeezing through the crowd with the children and walking to the subway staff, it was two young people on duty. Seeing me coming, two people came over, I helplessly pointed to the child and said, "He and his parents are lost, I'm afraid that something will happen to him, send him over, you can send him to the police station." ”

The two young men looked at each other, not knowing what to do. They were about the same age as me, and they had a green face, probably just from work. There should be no experience in dealing with such emergencies.

Experience is something that needs to be accumulated, and this child doesn't need to be troublesome. Just send it to the police station and let the police do it, and I have to catch the subway. The next subway is almost there, and if you miss it, you'll have to wait an hour.

The two young men struggled for a while, and one of them looked at the older young man and stepped forward and said to me, "You and I will take him to the police station, because you sent him here." ”

I was about to refuse, but suddenly I felt my hand being pinched hard. I looked sideways, and the little boy looked down and shivered, and I sighed and nodded.

Once I was dependent on my child, I had to be responsible, and the young man was relieved to see me nodding his head. Then the young man and I took the child to the police station outside the subway station.

It was a bit far away, and I was with a uniformed man with a child. The combination was a bit eye-catching, but the journey went smoothly and the child was sent to the police station. Briefly talking about the situation, leaving the child behind, I didn't talk to the young man all the way back.

After all, two people who didn't know anyone, just returned to the subway station. There were a lot fewer passengers in the subway because the train I was waiting for was leaving.

I had no choice but to wait for the next subway, and I waited for a long time. A train slowly drove into the subway station, and the green patent leather on the car was mottled and falling, and it looked like it was some years old.

Still in use? With this question flashing in my mind, I glanced at the subway staff. They were still standing in place, turning their heads from side to side and chatting.

My doubts have not been dispelled, but I can't help but continue to doubt. While waiting for the subway, there are more and more people in the subway. I can't go up if I don't go up again.

Thinking of this, I relied on my flexible body to squeeze onto the subway and find a vacant seat to go up. It was easy to settle down, but when I sat down, I realized that something was wrong.

The seats on the train were worn out to look like the train I had seen outside, and the doubts that had been suppressed before came back to me. The confusion prompted me to pull up a smile and ask the middle-aged man next to me, "Big brother, which train number is this train?" ”

The middle-aged man pointed to the top of the subway and didn't speak, and I looked up. I saw a few big characters painted with red paint on the roof of the carriage - Mir 7527.

After reading it, I chuckled in my heart because I remembered the conversation between the young couple when they came home earlier. Something strange happened to Mir 7527, causing their friend to have an accident.

And this train is not registered with the subway bureau? The uneasiness and doubts in my heart grew bigger and bigger, and I watched carefully. But I didn't find any clues, everything was normal.

After staring at it for a while, I felt sleepiness hit me, and I shook my head to dispel the sleepiness. My eyelids were heavy as if I had a lump of lead, and my heart began to compromise, and a thought kept popping up in my head to sleep for a while.

Once this thought pops up in my head, I can't suppress it anymore. I compromised, lowered my head and closed my eyes, and the cacophony of the subway disappeared.

When I woke up, it was empty. I felt something was wrong with my instincts, and took out the Falling Moon Sword and put on a defensive stance. His eyes kept looking around.

The entire carriage was gone, and the carriage was even more dilapidated and covered with dust and cobwebs. It was as if I had slept for a hundred years, thinking that I was slowly moving my steps closer to the other carriage.

Trying to see if there was anyone in the other compartment, I just moved two steps. The sleepiness that had brought me to sleep had struck again, and the sleepiness had made it difficult for me to stay on my guards.

I sat back down, Moon Sword in hand, trying to concentrate on my surroundings. The sleepiness was getting thicker and thicker, and I couldn't help but close my eyes when I struggled to open them.

It became noisy, and when I opened my eyes completely, the sleepiness had completely subsided. I looked around again, and the dust cobwebs didn't seem to be there. The middle-aged man next to me was still playing with his phone, and the others were still doing whatever they wanted.

There was no change, and even if I was holding the Falling Moon Sword, they didn't see it. It's weird, and I'm a little hairy because I don't feel any yin energy.

I knew that all the previous things were done by ghosts, and I wasn't afraid. Now it is unknown, and the unknown is the most terrifying, so people will impose all kinds of explanations for the unexplainable.

Bite! A prompt sounded, and the subway slowly stopped with a sweet female voice. The doors opened, and the passengers swarmed down.

I also went down with the flow of people, and suddenly the people around me became transparent. My heart jumped, and I reached forward and scooped up nothing. And in an instant, the mechanized subway station turned into a wilderness.