The layout of the waiting hall here at Zhengzhou Station is generally similar to the previous one.

The door of the waiting hall is wide, and before I get to the door, I see a vague light shrouded in the door, which looks like a sleepy-eyed feeling, very hazy. Maybe it's too late, we didn't feel anyone outside the door.

Stepping through the door and entering the waiting hall, I looked up and saw a few sparse hanging lights, the faint light illuminating the empty hall. But I thought the lights looked a little strange. In the seventies, kerosene lamps were used in the countryside, and tungsten lamps were used in places like the railway station in the city, and the strange point was here, the tungsten lamps were yellow, but the lights in front of me were white, miserable white, and felt as hairy as moonlight.

"Shhh The old bustard suddenly gasped at this time, and at the same time tightened his collar with both hands, "Why is it as cold here as it is outside?" It's cold, I'm freezing to death, master. ”

I also felt the chill, the bustard was right, although I entered the waiting hall, but I still felt that it was very cold, as if the wind was leaking, the old wind blew in, and the ears were a little whistling. The chill made me feel uncomfortable, as if I had entered a morgue.

After the bustard shivered a few times, a look of something wrong suddenly appeared on his face, as if he had noticed something. He took a few steps towards my position, lowered his voice and said, "Strange, what about the passengers?" Why can't you see a shadow? ”

When the bustard said this, I began to look carefully at the waiting hall, and indeed, the group of passengers on the same train were gone, and they had only walked for about a minute before us, and then they disappeared in an instant. Not only that, but the entire waiting hall was not crowded at all! There were no train station staff, no people waiting for the train, only rows of empty seats, painted in a miserable blue, neatly displayed in this empty and empty waiting hall.

"Anyone?" The old bustard clasped his hands to his mouth and shouted towards the waiting hall. But the response was only overlapping echoes. The white light above me seemed to flicker a few times, and a dead silence rose from the ground and crept up against my heels, like a python gently wrapping around my neck. At this time, I suddenly realized that this waiting hall was actually terrifyingly quiet, exactly the same atmosphere as on the train before!

As soon as this thought appeared, it immediately occupied my nerves, and the quiet and eerie atmosphere on the train impressed me deeply, and I subconsciously felt that things were not as simple as we thought, and there may be problems with the waiting hall of Zhengzhou Station!

The old bustard has been crawling and rolling in the demon mound for many years, and he quickly showed sensitive vigilance against this kind of wrong atmosphere, he wrinkled his brows, and knew that this place was not quite right, and looked at me, I naturally knew what he meant, nodded, hung his head slightly and pretended to be nothing, and tightened the luggage on his back.

It was dark and high on the night of the killing, and we all thought that the spy was still secretly following us, so we had to get out of here immediately, out of the train station, and the streets outside were more or less brightly lit, at least not to be stabbed in secret.

We quickened the pace of walking, and came to the corridor at the end of the waiting hall, which was a road leading to the exit, not wide, looking at the past, the light in it was very dim, and there were small lamps hanging on the ceiling in an orderly manner, perhaps because of the aging of the circuit, these lamps only emitted a very faint white light, as if they were going to go out at any time, scattered, like sparse stars in the night sky.

We stepped into the deep hallway.

The two sides of the corridor are closed and made of marble bricks, but the strange thing is that I can still feel the cold wind coming out of the left and right of myself! It's impossible for this wall to leak air, it's like there are countless wild ghosts lurking on the wall and snorting at themselves!

"What the hell! Why is it still so cold here, I don't wear very many clothes, master, why is it still so cold, my body is like stuffing a few live loaches slippery and cold, it's really panicked! The old bustard scolded, perhaps because it was too cold, and he even shivered a little when he spoke.

Indeed, from the moment we got off the train to the present, from beginning to end, we all felt that we were surrounded by an inescapable chill. The surrounding buildings seemed to be sheltered from the wind, and they always felt cold.

Walking down the hallway, the shoes made a clattering sound on the smooth, wax-like floor. The chaotic overlap of the two footsteps of me and the bustard, which was particularly abrupt in this quiet waiting hall, which made my heart feel very uneasy.

As I walked, I looked around, and the whole aisle was so quiet that I could only hear the footsteps of the two of us, as if the two of us were left in the entire waiting hall. The white lights above him flickered, like walking in the deep forest with a ghostly fire.

I just wanted to tell the bustard how I couldn't see any trace here, but I saw the bustard suddenly stop walking, and at the same time also pressed my shoulder to make me stop, I didn't react, the bustard said to me in a low voice: "Don't move, there is movement!" ”

When I heard the bustard say this, I immediately shut my mouth and stayed where I was, not daring to move. But I didn't feel what the bustard said was wrong, because the whole corridor sounded very quiet at first glance, and I didn't see anything unusual, and in this narrow and empty space, I could only faintly hear faint footsteps.

Da-da-da-da!

Like the sound of the chime of the distant mountain temple in the early morning, it reverberates in the distance and reverberates in the distance.

Wait a minute? Footsteps? The bustard and I both stopped, where the fuck the footsteps came from!

I woke up suddenly, my spine was cold, and my back broke out in a cold sweat. The hallway was filled with the sound of footsteps! It's very subtle, and it's soft, like water droplets on the eaves, little by little, resounding in the corridor.

As soon as we listened to it, the sound of footsteps was behind us, and someone was walking towards us behind us. Although it is not uncommon for there to be a few passengers at the train station here, in this quiet and strange atmosphere, I am naturally a little nervous when I suddenly notice that there are other people's movements, not to mention that the spy is most likely still following me.

The bustard and I didn't move, and we didn't turn around, just motionless, listening to the footsteps slowly approaching us. Da-da-da-da! The sound of footsteps like the sound of a wooden fish hitting the back of my door kept coming more and more clearly.

The voice is getting closer and closer to us, da-da-da! The footsteps kept moving forward, and after about ten seconds, I felt that the source of the sound was in the back of my head!

The bustard and I subconsciously glanced at each other, and then immediately turned our heads away, staring straight behind our heads. But, strangely, there was nothing behind us, only the bottomless corridor beneath our feet. And almost at the same moment, the sound of clattering footsteps also stopped abruptly.

With a confused look on my face, I scratched my head and said, "Strange, there's nothing, where did that footsteps come from?" ”

At this time, the bustard did not answer my words, but suddenly squatted down slowly, lowered his head, and fixed his eyes on the floor under his feet, his expression a little serious, as if he was observing something. I looked in the direction he was looking, and only then did I notice that the place he was looking at was dappled with light. It was like a mirror that was broken into pieces, shaking pieces of white light. When I looked closer, it turned out to be a puddle of water, and the speckled light was reflected by the scattered lights overhead.

This is puzzling, we didn't notice the beach before, and it was dry all the way, and we didn't see any traces of water. How did this puddle of water come about?

So, I also leaned down to look at it again: the water was dripping and patchy, and it felt like it was flowing down a bedding that had not been wrung out, and not only that, but I also found that the water was not the clear color, but cloudy, a little brownish-yellow, and mixed with a moderate amount of sediment.

The old bustard dipped his index finger in the water, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, rolled his two eyeballs around, and said that there was a fishy smell, but he didn't think much of it. Then he looked up again, and there was no sign of water leaking in the ceiling.

Just as we were both curious about this strange sign, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in our ears again, and the source was once again facing away from us, from the end of the corridor like a slow rising tide. Not only that, but along with the footsteps, there was also a babbling sound, which showed a terrifying weirdness in this extremely quiet place.

I turned my head and saw a dark shadow slowly approaching in the dark darkness of the corridor with a little light, and I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could feel a terrifying horror in her body.