As soon as the bustard said this, I immediately realized it, and suddenly my head buzzed, and I broke out in a cold sweat. Indeed, the voice coming out of the train radio was the voice of the agent! The low, slightly hoarse smoke voice is like an erhu that is about to break its strings.

"Xu Xuan, do you hear that? That's the voice of that spy guy! The bustard shook my shoulder, but I didn't react at all, and there was a look of surprise on my face. The old bustard continued to scold: "Damn, these strange things on the train definitely can't escape from him, who is he, dare to ride on my head like this and play tricks on me?" ”

Indeed, from the moment I first met the agent, I sensed that something was wrong, including his warning to me before he got on the train, his frequent smoking on the train, and his mysterious whereabouts, all of which left us both confused.

At this time, the old bustard was suddenly stunned, slapped his thigh suddenly, seemed to think of something, approached my ear, and said to me in a low voice: "You say, could it be that this car has not yet arrived at the station, and it is this spy who lures us out of the storage room, and then does it both of us?" ”

I thought it was possible, because we were hiding in the locker now, and the yellow bugs outside couldn't get in, and the door was locked from the inside, so there was no way to break through with the agent's thin body, and if he wanted to be me and the bustard, he would have to let us both out of the door first.

I thought for a while and said, "Old bustard, if the matter of this train was done by that agent, then why do you say he is doing it?" Money? Most of the people who can take the green train are ordinary people with few children, and it takes more than 20 people to get a pile of change money, and they have to risk being shot, which is not right. ”

The old bustard thought for a while and said, "Who knows? Maybe it's a madman, you know that the train station has all kinds of neuroses, and now the world seems to be very stable, but in fact it is not very peaceful! What doesn't seem to be sick may be really sick. ”

What the old bustard said is really reasonable, there is never a shortage of crazy people in the world, not to mention that the business of stealing demon mounds is intrigued, dangerous, and dangerous, and I don't know how deep this pool is, maybe I can't know it for the rest of my life.

At this moment, I felt the jolting under my feet slowly subside, and then the sound of the horn and the wheels rubbing against the rails in my ears gradually disappeared, as if the train had really stopped.

The bustard and I looked at each other, not sure what to do next. The old bustard rolled his eyes, lay down, put his ears on the ground, tilted his head sideways and listened for a while, then raised his head and said to me with a surprised face: "There is no movement, it is very quiet, as if it has really arrived." ”

I put my hand in the bustard's pocket, took out the pocket watch inside, and lifted the lid to see that it was about three o'clock in the morning, which was about the same as the estimated time of arrival. I said, "Old bustard, there is a vent above the storage room, you take a hand, I'll climb up and see what's going on outside." ”

The bustard said yes. He crouched down and crossed the five fingers of his hands to create a "shelf" that could support my body. Then I stepped on my feet and put my hands on the wall, and then the bustard got up, and I was lifted up.

Although I was only a little old, I still barely grew to 1.7 meters tall, which allowed me to touch the vents. I put my hand on the edge of the wall, steadied myself, lifted my chin high, and tried to keep my line of sight level with the vents, through which I tried to see through the half-window-sized opening. The first thing that caught my eye was a dim light, all around which was vague, like a veil-like mist, which could not be seen clearly but could see some outlines, and which could be seen clearly but felt hazy as if in a dream.

I paddled my feet, my head looked around, and then I vaguely saw a few swaying bright spots in the distance, and when I looked closely, it was a few dilapidated chandeliers, and I glanced to the side again, and saw a yellow stop sign, which was painted with three big characters "Zhengzhou Station".

I lowered my head: "Bustard, what the agent said is true, the train has really arrived." ”

The bustard was a little incredulous: "See clearly? ”

"I see it clearly, Zhengzhou Station, what is written on the station sign is clear, and I can't look away."

When the bustard heard this, he fell into deep thought, and it seemed that he didn't know what to do next. I jumped down from above and asked tentatively, "Shall we go out then?" ”

The old bustard frowned, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and replied in a low voice, "Get out." Of course you have to go out, and since you have arrived at the station, why not go out? There's a fucking wicked train here, and we've got to get out of this frustrating place right now! ”

I also think that's right, and there are still some guards standing guard at the train station at this point, so we have to tell them about it in time, otherwise when we see a carload of dead people, we will be the two of us, and we will be really wronged.

The old bustard came to the door, took a deep breath, and put his hand on the doorknob. At this time, the whole storage room was solidified and quiet, and the bustard and I both held our breath and did not dare to make a sound, and no one knew whether the insects outside had left, so we were all cautious, and our hearts seemed to be close to our ribs.

"I'm open!" The old bustard's face was already dripping with beads of sweat the size of beans. After grinding and chirping for a while, he finally knocked on the door of the storage room, revealing a narrow slit, and his eyes leaned down to look at him. After four or five seconds, there should have been no movement outside, and the bustard slowly opened the door.

As the crack in the door grew bigger and bigger, the scene outside gradually became visible to me: it was still the same as when we had just entered, the things around it were neatly arranged, and the cold and dim lights were still around, and there was no trace of yellow bugs, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

The bustard first poked his head out, looked left and right a few times, and after making sure that there was no situation, he slowly moved his body out of the door, and I followed closely.

The bustard and I stood in the slightly stuffy boiler room, still wary, and although everything seemed calm now, we still felt a tension similar to that of the grass and trees. The entire boiler room was quiet, and only the sound of the fire burning in the boiler could be heard.

"Xu Xuan." At this time, the bustard suddenly called out my name, twisted his eyebrows as if thinking something, and then he said, "Do you feel that something is wrong?" ”

I froze and looked at him, not knowing what he was going to say.

The old bustard looked at me with a fierce look in his eyes, and said word by word: "The corpses, have you found them, the bodies of all the passengers lying outside the door have disappeared!" ”

Suddenly, I looked up at the door of the boiler room. That's right, there used to be piles of the bodies of twenty or so passengers killed on the train at the entrance of the boiler room, but now there is no trace of the corpses there, not even the slightest blood stain is visible, as if none of the previous events had happened.

Suddenly, I was a little confused, not knowing what was going on. The old bustard also had a serious face, holding his cheeks and saying nothing. Neither of us reacted to this strange sight in front of us.

At this time, Sasha's voice came from the radio outside, and then, coldly, the hoarse and strange voice sounded again:

"Passengers, the train has arrived at Zhengzhou Station, please pick up your luggage and get off in order."

When I heard this, the bustard and I suddenly got goosebumps, and it was the voice of a spy again!

I felt as if from the moment the two of us entered the train station, we were being used as pawns on his chessboard by the agent. I thought about it briefly, the spy was always elusive, no one paid attention to how he came to be, how he got there, and strange things happened after every appearance on the train. Indeed, as the bustard said, a series of events on the train are inseparable from this person.

I glanced up at the bustard. The old bustard spat directly on the ground and scolded: "Pretend to be a ghost." Xu Xuan, let's get out of the car and see what other tricks he can play! ”

With that, the bustard opened the door to the boiler room and strode out. I froze, and the sound of radio salsa continued to ring in my ears. Before leaving, I looked at the "quiet" boiler room again, shrugged my nose, and seemed to ask a faint smell of blood that had been masked.

We walked out of the boiler room and down the aisle of the carriage, the sound of clattering footsteps echoing through the slender space.

There was no figure on the seats on both sides of the corridor, the same, there were no corpses or blood stains, and the shelves on the roof of the car also displayed passengers' large bags and small boxes of luggage, and strangely, there were yesterday's newspapers on the tables in front of the seats, and even white lacquered stainless steel cups with flowers filled with tea, and wisps of heat wafting from them. It's the same feeling as in the boiler room, it's eerily quiet.

Even though I was wearing shoes, I still felt the coldness of the iron plate under my feet, and it was inexplicably sticky, like walking in the belly of a snake stained with gastric juice.

The bustard didn't say anything all the way, and his face was rigid, as if he was immersed in an atmosphere of urgency that was hard to breathe, just like me.

After about three carriages, we didn't see the slightest figure, and in this "quiet" atmosphere, we could clearly feel a fear of the unknown. After walking for a while, we arrived at the seat where we had gotten on the bus.

The bustard took off all the duffel bags we had put on the shelf and handed me some: "Then, take the things, let's get off, this hellish place can't stay any longer, evil!" ”

I took my luggage and was about to put it on my back and leave. At this moment, I glanced at it and suddenly noticed something, and a trace of panic flashed quickly on my face.

"Look, bustard, the zipper of this bag has been opened! Like, someone touched our luggage! ”

After hearing this, the bustard's face also changed rapidly. Because of the work of the demon mound, there will inevitably be some incense, candles, bronze coins, dog blood and other things in the luggage, for fear of attracting the attention of others, all our luggage is tightly closed.

We immediately checked the rest of the luggage, and sure enough, the zippers were not tightly closed, more or less opened a gap, and there were signs of being turned over! Immediately afterwards, we looked at the luggage left by other passengers on the shelf, which was all neatly arranged and had no traces of being deliberately moved.

"Damn, that spy must have done it!" The bustard kicked the corner of the table and scolded.

"But what the hell is that guy looking for? Only turning over the two of us' things, we are not the most oily people on this bus, we are not the most oily people on this bus. ”

I don't understand. I lowered my head and thought for a moment, and then an idea suddenly flashed through my mind. I looked up all of a sudden, looked at the bustard with wide eyes, and said word by word: "That silver mask!"

As soon as I said this, the old bustard suddenly realized, and slapped the root of his thigh hard: "That's right, remember, that spy mentioned to us the rumors of the Yellow River coffin and the ghost woman, obviously he knows the demon, and nine times out of ten he is also the one who robs the demon mound." Most likely, the wind of the silver mask was overheard by him, and he wanted to rush to eat this deal with us! Xu Xuan, you see if the things have been scraped off. ”

"No, I didn't put it in my duffel bag, it was in my arms the whole time." I touched my left chest, where the silver mask was hidden.

The old bustard breathed a sigh of relief. Then he lifted his luggage, slung it on his shoulder, said to follow, and walked towards the exit of the train without looking back.

The door of the train was open, but I couldn't see the scene outside the door, and it was the same as what I saw in the vent, there was a hazy white gas floating around all around, like fog in the morning sun, a hairy patch, and a faint bright spot could be seen. That's supposed to be the lights.

The bustard didn't think too much about it, and just stepped out, and I had to get off the train with me.

Strange to say, we could barely see what was outside the train, but as soon as we stepped out of the door, we could see the outline of the outside more or less clearly: our train stopped at the end of the tracks, and not far away stood a few rows of old street lamps, and from time to time a cold wind blew by, which seemed to blow the lights swaying. Next to it was a tin shack, quite large, with a dim light. It should be the waiting hall of the train station.

It was cold outside, like walking by the river. As soon as I touched the air outside, I felt the chill penetrate into my clothes, and then invade my skin along every pore, which made me tighten my clothes hard, and the bustard couldn't help shivering.

There was a heavy damp smell in the air, and the feeling of wetness was about to stick to my clothes, and although I stepped on the concrete floor, I always felt that the soles of my feet were as muddy as stepping on mud, and I was a little slow and difficult to walk.

At this moment, I saw a man standing under the street lamp not far away, hunched over like a flat pole. I was so nervous that I thought he was fucking a ghost, but when I rubbed my eyes and looked closely, I was immediately delighted, it turned out to be an old police officer on duty at the train station!

I hurriedly pulled the corner of the old bustard's clothes, and the old bustard immediately paid attention, and hurriedly shouted at the old police officer, comrade, and then trotted over with me, trying to make things clear to him about the train.

The old police officer also noticed the bustard's call, and turned his head, and in the thin deep sunken eye sockets, two eyeballs stared at the two of us.

"Comrade comrade!" The old bustard ran in front of the old guard, and before he had time to catch his breath, he hurriedly said: "The train, the passengers on the train, all are dead, including the conductor and the attendant, and the two of us escaped, you send someone up to see, really, the corpses are gone." ”

I nodded to the side that should be attached. But the old guard looked at the two of us with a calm face, his eyebrows slightly raised, as if watching a monkey show.

Now the old bustard was in a hurry, dancing his arm and gesturing: "I didn't lie to you, it's really true, it's true, I saw it with my own eyes, and my face has been peeled off!" ”

The old bustard looked excited, and wanted to continue, but the old guard gently patted us on the shoulder, and then pointed to our backs. As if to signal us to look at something.

The bustard and I were both stunned by the old policeman's actions, and after hesitating for a while, the two of us slowly turned around.

The so-called front foot just arrived, and the back foot trembled.

When we turned around, we looked at the miserable white light of the street lamp, and our faces turned white with fright. Because we saw that the door of the train we were on was coming out one after another!

No dazzling, really passengers! And those passengers, the same passengers who were killed on our bus!

Their faces were still there, and there were no wounds on their bodies, as if nothing had happened. They carried their luggage in their hands, their faces were calm, and they got off the train one by one without saying a word.