The air in the carriage was stuffy and a little dizzy. I looked boredly at the photos in the email, and the so-called death list had long since passed the date of death of many of them, but everyone was alive and well. Looking at the names that have not reached the time of death, I have never even heard of them, and even thinking too much about them will add to the trouble. Let's leave this photo first, maybe one day in the future, the people on the list will actually appear.

There have been so many strange things that I have encountered lately, and I have to keep a hand. I glanced out the window, where a woman stood on a telephone pole. I rubbed my eyes, got up from my seat, leaned through the window to look back at where I had just flashed, there was nothing, I sat back in my seat, and the woman appeared outside the window again, flashing by.

The train was moving so fast that there could be no one standing there, unless she wasn't human.

I suddenly remembered the girl who appeared in my dream last night, although it flashed just now, the sexy see-through dress she was wearing was almost identical. Could it be that last night's experience was not a dream, but something that really happened.

I'm not going to be haunted by ghosts just because I stayed overnight in a hotel! I shook my head, trying to clear myself up. A series of strange things have happened for several days, leaving me physically and mentally exhausted, and I am thinking nonsense, where are there ghosts in this world, I laughed at myself and thought too much, so I climbed to the top bunk, covered the quilt to make up for sleep, and went to Beijing.

I fell asleep to the sound of the train rubbing against the rails. The narrow upper bunk weighed down my arms and felt a little sticky on my forehead, I grabbed the quilt and wiped it randomly, but the quilt was a little wet. When I opened my eyes, I found that my hands were covered in blood, and the quilt on my body was already soaked with blood. My body, pillows, and the entire roof of the train were all blood-red, and the lower bunks in the carriage had long been flooded with blood. The blood on the roof fell drop by drop, and the sound of "tick-tock" had long drowned out the sound of the train rubbing against the tracks.

I leaned over and looked down at why no one called me in such a situation. What's going on on this train? I hurriedly tore off the quilt and grabbed the railing and rolled off the bed, a large mouthful of blood poured into my mouth, choking my nose sore. I tried to stand up straight, and the blood was up to my neck. I groped my way forward in the blood, all the bunks were empty, and there was no one. I opened the door of the carriage, and the blood poured out, and before the blood could drown me, I ran as hard as I could in each of the remaining carriages, and there was still no one on the train.

"Hey, anyone? Answer me? Is there anyone there? ”

I kept shouting, it was already dark outside the window, and the lights in the carriage were flickering. The train continued to move at a constant speed, with no intention of stopping. All I could think of was going to the cab to find out, and just as I was about to run to the cab, the bloodied woman in a see-through suit appeared, she was at the front of the car, I was at the back of the car, and she was blocking my way.

One second she was still at the head of the car, the next second she was gone, I just felt cold on my back, and through the reflection of the glass, I saw her standing motionless behind me. I held my breath and slowly turned back, but there was nothing behind me. When I turned around again, she grabbed her neck hard.

Through her messy hair, I vaguely saw an ugly face, her face was densely covered with knife wounds, and every place where the knife had been cut, the flesh turned outward, and the whole face made people want to vomit. Her blood-red eyes stared at me, those eyes were full of resentment, I don't know who she had such a deep feud with, let her become like this, there was not much communication between us.

She just grabbed me by the neck like that, and no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't break free of her hand.

Just when I was about to suffocate, there was an extra hard object in my hand, I didn't have time to think about it, and slashed at her, and in an instant, she disappeared without a trace, and I greedily breathed in the air full of blood.

I looked down and saw that I was holding the rusty iron sword. The woman was gone, and I hurried to the cab and kicked the door so hard that the door was kicked open, and there was no one inside, and there was no one driving such a long train. Ahead, under the searchlight, the woman stood motionless on the railroad tracks. I frantically pulled the brakes in an attempt to stop the train from moving forward.

With a "bang", I watched her flesh and blood fly from the train, and the flesh was all glued to the glass of the train, and I turned my head to look to the left.

"Ahh I settled down, lying on the railing and looking down, it was the old man in the lower bunk.

"Are you alright, young man! You keep banging on the top of the train, are you having a nightmare? The old man in the lower bunk asked me with his head up.

"Uncle, I'm fine, I haven't rested well in the past two days! A bit of a nervous breakdown. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and explained.

"Today's young people have a stressful life, and they have a nervous breakdown at a young age, and they are no better than we were back then." The old man muttered to himself as he sat back on his bunk.

I stepped down the ladder and got out of the bunk to wash my face and sober up. I just poured two handfuls of water on my face, and the water turned into blood, and I looked up at myself in the mirror, and my face was red with blood. The bright red wrote on the mirror one by one: "I am unwilling, I want you to be the same as me." ”

I shook my head violently, looked at myself in the mirror again, and the blood was gone. Next to me was a woman in a white dress, and I subconsciously took a step back.

The woman pushed me and squeezed past me, yelling as she went, "What's the ghost called?" You can't afford to be handsome! I'm not just going to put on makeup, are you scared like this? Sick. After saying that, he didn't forget to give me a slap in the eye.

I couldn't help but sigh, I'm going to have to be mentally ill if I continue like this. Even if you dream, if you wash your face, you will hallucinate. I hurried back to my bunk, pulled out the rusty iron sword, got into the bed, and put it under my pillow, not in the mood to eat all the way.

Because of my size, I was stuck in a small space, which made me uncomfortable. It's like sleeping in a coffin. I was taken aback by the thought that popped into my mind, how could a good bunk think of a coffin.

Ever since I put the rusty iron sword under my pillow, I haven't dreamed of the woman again, nor have I hallucinated in any way. I'm interested in this dagger, although I don't know where it came from, and judging by its appearance, it should be considered antique. The most important thing is that it seems to keep the dirty stuff from bothering me.

In this way, the train has arrived in Beijing, and I can officially start my life in Beipiao.