The bloody scene in front of me suddenly scared me so much that I stumbled and fell to the ground.

I turned purple and looked at the man in the seat with a look of astonishment.

Overhead, there was a creaky light bulb emitting a faint glow, making me vaguely see the man's face. I have never seen such a tragic death: the man's face is completely peeled off, the fresh flesh inside is completely exposed, the strands of flesh are stretched across the face, and even the bones that are faintly protruding can be seen inside, and the two almond-sized eyeballs are pulled by the blood vessels on the sides of the nose, and the whole look looks like a schematic diagram in Western anatomy.

This sight frightened me so much that my face turned pale, and I sat on the floor for a while, and did not stand up for a long time. Because my mind was blank, I didn't react from it, and I was so frightened that my whole body was paralyzed, and I couldn't use much strength in my limbs.

It took me a minute before I managed to stand on my feet. Mustering up his strength, he stepped forward and put his hand under the man's nose without breathing. That's when I realized: there were dead people on the train.

Immediately after that, my mind suddenly remembered what the spy had said to me at the train station at noon, and he told me that the train to Zhengzhou would kill people at night. Thinking of this, my spine suddenly cooled, and a cold sweat broke out on my back. Is this spy Mo really not talking nonsense? Maybe it could be that the spy is the murderer, and he was just revealing the information to me in advance at noon?

My first instinct was to run. At that time, there were no sirens on the train, and if there was anything or an emergency, you had to tell the conductor, and then the conductor would report it to the conductor. So I immediately stepped out of the door of the carriage to report the situation in time.

I ran with my legs, but my mind and state didn't react immediately, and I staggered when I ran, my shoes didn't follow my feet, and the soles of my feet always mixed like knots. The lights in the carriage were not very bright, and there was a dull feeling. The moonlight shining through the glass window on my face made my heart even more uneasy and fearful.

Slowly, a brighter speck of light appeared in front of me, which was the same carriage I had been sitting in. It's only about a dozen steps away from me. The brightness gave me a sense of security, and I kept running towards it.

When I came to the carriage where I was going, I suddenly felt a diaphragm under my feet, as if I had touched something. I looked down and saw a woman lying at my feet. She turned her face to me, the same as she had seen in the last carriage, her flesh blurred, her face peeled alive.

I was so frightened that my feet were weak again, and I almost sat on the ground again, and quickly held on to the railing beside me. I looked at the bloody scene in front of me, my stomach churned, and I almost vomited with nausea.

Immediately afterwards, I noticed that the entire face of a passenger in a seat not far away had been peeled off! The head hangs down on his chest, the flesh exposed on his face seems to be smeared with paste, and the viscous blood is flowing down!

At this moment, a strong smell of blood rushed rudely into my nostrils, choking my head with a buzzing roar. I didn't have time to think about what was going on, so I hurriedly stepped over the female corpse at my feet and continued to check the situation in the carriage.

The more I looked, the more scared I became, and the more I watched, the more panicked I became. After a general look, I found that all the people in this carriage were dead.

All of them died, about seven or eight passengers, all of them died.

The corpses were either sitting on their seats or lying on the floor, they died in the same way, their faces were brutally stripped off, and there was no snort.

What the hell is going on? Was the train hijacked? But why do these people look so weird about how they died? It was at this time that I remembered the bustard. I immediately looked around again, but there was no trace of the fat man, and there was no him in the pile of corpses, and I didn't know if he was dead or alive.

I was very scared, I was originally timid, but now that I have so many lives, I suddenly felt a sour feeling in my lower abdomen after relieving myself, and my bladder seemed to have urine leaking out at any time.

I was on the verge of crying, and I called out to the conductor in a voice that was trembling with fright, but all I got was a cold silence in the air. I tried to shout again or two, but there was still no response, and I felt a pimple in my heart, and a huge panic welled up in my heart.

But if you don't do something and wait for death, who knows if the next person to die will be me. I don't know where I got the courage, so I dragged my two loose legs and continued to run, trying to go to the driver's cab of the locomotive to explain the situation to the conductor.

Strangely, the light bulbs of the whole train seemed to be relatively normal for the car I was in before, whether it was the back or the front, the other cars were either broken or short-circuited, and the half-bright ones were not bright, and only the general outline of the things inside could be clearly illuminated.

I was scared enough, but it was far worse than I thought. In the first few carriages, I found dead passengers one after another, all in the same way, all of their faces peeled off alive, and they all sat peacefully in their places, as if they had not struggled at all before they died.

I was terrified to see this scene, my whole heart was pounding terribly, and my skin didn't know whether it was heating or being hot, but I felt trembling so badly that it seemed that there were countless goosebumps about to burst out of it.

I didn't dare to think about anything when I ran, and when I saw those scenes, I became a little distracted.

Soon, I was in front of the cab at the front of the train. At this time, my clothes, pants, feet, and face were all stained with blood, but I didn't have time to care about this, so I stepped forward and pushed open the door of the cab.

The moment the door was pushed open, my whole body collapsed, and my skeleton seemed to fall apart, and I sat directly on the ground. Because I saw that all the people in the cab, about five or six people, including the conductor and the conductor, were all dead.

They repeated the mistakes of the passengers in the previous carriage.

I saw the conductor's skinned face pressed against the dashboard, leaving a bloody stain.

In less than ten minutes, everyone on the train died, except for me and the bustard, whose whereabouts were unknown. Despair, there was a rush of despair in my heart, as if I had lost my soul, my expression was dull, and my eyes were wooden.

It was at this time that I suddenly noticed that the conductor's big-brimmed hat seemed to move slightly.

At first, I thought it was a corpse, but I was scared and shivered again, and then my hat moved a little more, and I almost grinned and cried. But slowly I noticed that the conductor's body was not moving, but something seemed to be squeezing out of the hat.

There seems to be something in the hat. I fixed my eyes firmly on the big-brimmed hat.

About thirty seconds later, I saw a bug the size of a thumbnail's fingernail with a yellow-brown carapace emerge from it.