My name is Gu Anzhi, I am 23 years old and graduated from university.

It is said that my father gave me the name, and I hope that no matter what happens to me in my life, I will be able to live with it.

However, six months before I was born, he died in a car accident, and there was not even a single photo of him at home.

If it weren't for my grandfather's house, it wouldn't be far away, and sometimes I wonder if I don't have a father.

Because I have always been in poor health, as soon as I graduated, I chose to become a subway attendant at the request of my mother.

I thought that my life would go on like this, but I didn't expect that since the first time I worked the night shift alone, my life has changed dramatically.

Many people think that after the subway stops operating, do you still need a group of attendants to work?

In fact, everyone doesn't know, but it's the night, which is the busiest time for our group.

According to the convention, the platform at night is generally manned by two people, a safety officer, and a station attendant, after all, the huge platform is empty at night, and one person inevitably seems too thin.

Today is the first time I am on a night alone, although I know that there are people watching the monitoring in the car control room all the time, and there are basically no dead spots below, but when I carry a flashlight and keys through the long corridor, I still can't help but feel a little cold.

In my head was the supernatural gossip that those predecessors said, and I didn't dare to think about whether it was true or false, after all, our station was the legendary Qibaoshan Station, the largest cemetery since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Because it is an old station, the lighting is also a little dim.

I took the flashlight around and turned around, but I didn't find Xiao Luo's figure, and I was just about to raise the intercom, when the corner of my eye suddenly skimmed to the end door of the A end and there seemed to be a bright light.

When I got closer, I found that there was a person squatting inside the end door, and the figure looked very similar to my colleague Xiao Luo.

It's just that the clothes are ancient robes, with a white neck wrapped around the feet, and even the hands are hidden.

What is even more strange is that he is holding a white lantern.

The light I had just seen was the red candle burning in the lantern, beating with the wind, dim and inexplicable.

"Xiao Luo?" I screamed tentatively, my palms drenched in sweat.

He turned around and looked at me slowly.

Those eyes, which are usually full of sunshine and smiles, are hanging in the corners of their eyes at the moment.

His face was pale, and he became more and more infiltrating against the background of the red candle.

Seeing that it was me, his chapped lips slowly moved, as if he wanted to say something, but his voice was drowned out in the tunnel wind.

I was about to pick up the key to open the door and go in, but I was surprised to find that Xiao Luo in front of me had disappeared.

All that was left was the lone lamp in the air slowly drifting towards me, and an ethereal voice suddenly appeared in my ears.

"I've finally found you, Anyuki."

The tunnel's lighting went out in an instant, and the whole world was plunged into darkness.

I subconsciously picked up the intercom and wanted to call the car control room, but I found that my body was so stiff that I couldn't move, and the heavy sleep came to my mind, and it was so difficult to even open my mouth.

"This time, since you're here, I won't let you go again."

With that ethereal voice, the scenery in front of me is constantly changing.

It was as if I was on a time-traveling train, one second I was standing on the platform of the subway, and the next second, I was in a room surrounded by red.

Vaguely, I only felt that my hand seemed to be being held, but I couldn't see his appearance clearly, and my heart was terrified, but I could only walk towards the big bed carved with golden dragon patterns step by step, vaguely, as if I had heard the ancient song, and it seemed that someone was whispering.

It wasn't until I was inexplicably dragged and lying on the bed that I realized that I didn't know when the things on my body had changed, and the bright red wedding robe was particularly eye-catching.

However, I couldn't move, I could only stare at the intricate lines of the roof.

"Well, I'll be light." The strange voice sounded again, and a wisp of red brocade fell from the sky, covering my eyes, and faintly, only a vague figure could be clearly seen, slowly pressing against me.

In a trance, I seemed to hear the old bell ringing in the station, no more, no less, exactly twelve times.