The inside of the train looked a lot worse than I expected.

I don't know how long ago the equipment inside, many of them have rust spots, some are even seriously aged, and the shelves above the head where the luggage is placed are also broken, and there is a creaking sound along the way. Fortunately, the hygiene was quite clean, and I found a window seat with the bustard and sat down. Through the dilapidated glass windows, I could see that it was already dark outside.

I'm still in good spirits after a good night's sleep, but I don't have any newspaper in my hand to pass the time, so I can only look around. There were a few tourists sitting here and there around the area, and I don't know if the agent got on the train, but I didn't see him in my own carriage anyway.

After a while, the bustard dozed off in his chair. I looked at him, I didn't know what I was thinking, it was probably the first time I had done the work of robbing the demon mound, and I had an indescribable feeling in my heart.

As the train kept moving, I kept hearing the sound of "what's more" and the occasional whistle from the boiler room. The sky outside the window was getting darker and darker, and I couldn't see the stars, and even the crescent moon was half-covered by black clouds.

At this time, I noticed that in the carriage where I was staying, I could hear the movement of the train, and the snoring of the bustard, but other than that, there was no slightly louder sound. I began to look carefully at the passengers in the carriage, who were sleeping, not sleeping,

I was bored in my seat, and after about ten minutes, I felt a urge to urinate in my bladder, and I was going to go to the toilet to relieve myself.

The toilet is in the last carriage of the train, not too far, and it is only two or three minutes walk from me. I got up, stepped over the old bustard's fat body, and walked towards the back of the carriage.

The lights in the carriage were a little dim, and the electric lights overhead squeaked and shook a little, and from time to time they would flicker and flicker, and there seemed to be a short circuit.

Slowly, as I continued to walk towards the end of the train, I noticed that there were fewer and fewer people in the carriages, and by the time I reversed the two carriages, I did not find a single passenger. But it's normal to think about it, after all, there are only about 20 people on this train, and the carriage behind is turbulent, and no one likes to sit in the back.

However, the quiet atmosphere around me made me feel a little strange, the empty carriage, the cold light bulb above my head that suddenly went out for a second, all made me feel an inexplicable sense of oppression, and made me a little breathless.

At this moment, I suddenly noticed a vague figure in front of me, it was in the last carriage, this figure kept walking towards me, and at the same time, I heard the footsteps of leather shoes:

Da Da Da ......

The figure kept coming closer to me, and the silhouette kept coming to my eyes. Then there was still a light above my head, and I could see what he was looking like. Hehe, it's no one, it's the spy I met at the train station at noon!

He's still dressed like that. The pair of black sunglasses he wore covered his eyes tightly, and he couldn't see where his gaze was, but he looked very calm and natural.

I scolded my mother in my heart, I was really unlucky to meet this spy who behaved strangely again. I looked away, didn't want to look at him, and walked straight to him.

Just as we were about to pass by, the agent suddenly stopped me:

"Hey, kid."

I was stunned, and though I was extremely reluctant to deal with this strange fellow, he screamed, and I could only look up at him.

The agent raised his right hand with a cigarette in his hand. The cigarette butt was ash and looked like it had just been lit before going out.

"Borrow a fire. Finally, there was a leak in the carriage, blowing out the smoke. It could be that the window was open. ”

I glanced at him, my brows furrowed slightly, I was already a little impatient at this time, who knows if this man is crazy or not, it always seems to be pestering me. But in the end, I didn't complain, took out the matchbox in my pocket, took out a scratch and lit a cigarette for him.

The agent took the cigarette in his mouth, leaned over unhurriedly, and took a big puff. Then, he actually spat out the smoke in his mouth directly in front of me.

"Ahem, ahem!"

I choked on the smoke that came to my face, and I saw that the agent was smiling as if he were playing with me.

"Do you have any quality? What are you doing? I shouted at him angrily after coughing.

But the agent reacted at all, just looked at me, as if he wanted to convey something to me. But he didn't say anything, then he just grinned and walked away.

"It's fucking sick!" I looked at the background of the spy and cursed to myself.

Isn't this man obviously finding fault? borrowed fire again and again, and said some nonsense to me, which really made people angry. If I had the old bustard's tendon meat, the fuck would definitely shove the cigarette in his mouth!

I furrowed my brow and spat again in the direction the agent had left.

I don't want to pay attention to this madman anymore, I'm in a hurry! So I continued to walk towards the back of the train.

As soon as I stepped into the last carriage, I felt a chill, the temperature here was a few degrees lower than the other carriages, and it felt like the cold scales on the belly of a snake were rubbing against my skin, and I couldn't help but shiver.

I remembered what the agent had said to me, maybe the window wasn't closed.

So I looked around, and finally on my right-hand side I saw a window with a gap open, and the wind outside was swishing inside.

At the same time, I saw a man in a black suit sitting in the seat next to the window, who was sitting leaning against the seat, holding a few newspapers in his hand, covering his face, and seemed to be looking intently.

I looked around again and was sure that he was the only passenger in the car. This man seems to be dressed decently, most likely some boss or civil servant in the city.

I glanced at him, then walked into the bathroom. Unbuckled my belt, took off my pants to pee, and my heavy bladder began to slowly soothe, making me shiver.

During this time, I seemed to hear a faint noise outside the door, like the sound of stepping on fallen leaves. But I didn't care, I lifted my pants after peeing and went out of the toilet.

The man was still reading the newspaper, holding it high, and I still couldn't see his face.

The window still hadn't been closed, and several cold winds suddenly came in through the cracks that were exposed, blowing an eerie chill in the air throughout the carriage.

Just as I was about to step out of the carriage, a gust of wind blew in again, rolled up the newspaper in the hand of the man next to me, and blew it down at my feet.

I subconsciously crouched down to pick up the newspaper and wanted to return it to the man. As a result, when I looked up, I was so frightened that I saw the man sitting in that seat, and his face was blurred with blood! The skin on it seems to have been peeled off alive, revealing the muscles and cyan veins inside! He was unrecognizable, and the blood that flowed down his face stained all the suits on his chest red!