"The next stop is the terminal of this train, I wish you all a pleasant journey......

Accompanied by a kind-sounding female voice, the internal combustion engine train that runs from 6 a.m. to 8 p.m. slowly slows down. The passengers in the carriage began to pack their bags and prepare to get off the train.

Except for the two people who sat in the center of the carriage.

-- A young man in a faded blue T-shirt and black trousers leaning on a dark green hard seat, squinting his eyes slightly, tapping his fingers on the phone screen.

Staring at the scarlet title on the screen: "Guide to Supernatural Attractions", he casually deleted the entry for "Seven Coffins Ancestral Hall" inside, and then let out a long sigh:

"As a result, this time it was also a trip for nothing......"

Sensing that the phone vibrate, he casually pressed the answer button: "Who?" ”

"Zhang Luo, it's me." A solemn male voice came from the other end of the phone: "I have something I want to ask you." ”

"It's you kid again...... What are you looking for me? The young man said angrily.

He didn't even need to ask his name, he knew that it was the old classmate who was suffering from paranoia who was calling.

"Well, two days ago I went home at night through the underpass and didn't see anything, but I tripped and fell. After that, I was constantly dizzy and sometimes couldn't remember what had happened recently. I want to ask, is this a ghost? ”

The man's voice smacked of anticipation, as if he wanted to be ghosted.

Hearing the other party's words, the young man was silent for a moment and asked, "In addition to dizziness and short-term amnesia, are there symptoms of nausea, tinnitus, and slow reaction speed?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes, this is really a ghost!" The man on the other end of the line spoke quickly.

"It's a concussion, go to the hospital."

The young man said as he hung up, put his phone down, and stared out the window into the gloomy darkness.

His name is Zhang Luo, and he is twenty-three years old. Although he looks quite sunny on the outside, he is often praised by the aunt of the neighborhood committee who lives opposite the door as "the young man looks really spirited", but his hobbies are completely inconsistent with the appearance:

- He's an extremely fanatical lover of weird talk.

From "The Mysterious Disappearance of the Ship in the Bermuda Triangle" to "My Brother Turns Into a Girl on a Full Moon Night", anything that doesn't make sense is all within his sphere of interest.

Because of his heartfelt love for strange events, as well as his occasional abnormal personality, he was awarded honorary titles such as "Monster", "Strange Hunter", and "Fugitive in a Mental Hospital" while he was in college.

After graduating, he didn't choose to work or start a business like most of his classmates, but became a freelance writer, specializing in providing all kinds of weird and weird stories for various tabloids and suspense magazines that didn't go into the stream.

To put it simply, Zhang Luo's job is to make ghost stories that are nonsense to the horizon as if they were real. In order to better complete his work (in fact, it is mainly out of personal hobbies), he has already read all kinds of suspense works, and he has often gone out to find inspiration recently.

"Hoo ......"

Boredom shaking his head slightly, Zhang Luo recalled his experience of finding nothing this time:

-- The location of this expedition is the "Seven Coffins Village", which has recently been in a bustling place, and it is said that there are ghosts haunted by the ancestral hall in the middle of the village, and many villagers have fled from the area. But......

I rushed to the ancestral hall during the day, but I didn't find anything, and I set up a tent in the field next to me and stayed overnight, but I still didn't even see a ghost.

This kind of boring travel is simply a waste of time and money.

And now I am on the return train.

After confirming that the train would not arrive at the station until ten minutes later, Zhang Luo did not pack his luggage immediately, but set his eyes on the passenger sitting opposite him:

It was a long-haired girl in a white dress. Wearing a lace sunhat that is also white, with fair skin and a slender figure, he looks quiet and well-behaved with his eyes closed, with white porcelain-like skin and delicate face, he looks like a big doll.

There was a commotion on the train that was about to arrive at the station, but she still didn't wake up, still leaning on the hard seat with lazy movements, and snoring rhythmically.

"Well, this guy ......"

Zhang Luo looked at the girl opposite, and always felt that something was wrong with this person.

She got on board in a silver electric wheelchair, which had been folded down and placed under her seat.

What made Zhang Luo feel strange was that when this guy was sleeping just now, he had inadvertently kicked himself......

Her calves exposed under her skirt were white and slender, completely unscarred and devoid of the muscle atrophy common to paralyzed.

No matter how you look at it, the girl doesn't look like a disabled person who can't walk.

In that case, why would she be in a wheelchair?

When Zhang Luo was thinking, there was a sudden violent bump in the carriage under him. The girl in white, who was still sleeping, slowly opened her eyes and muttered indistinctly: "Hmm......"

Then, she rubbed her eyes and looked up, and asked Zhang Luo, "What time is it?" ”

"Eighty-forty." Zhang Luo replied casually, and then asked tentatively, "You can actually walk, right?" ”

"Hmm." The girl nodded slightly.

"I bought an electric wheelchair because I was too lazy to walk?" Zhang Luo continued to ask.

"Yes."

Realizing that his speculation had come true, Zhang Luo said weakly: "Can you be lazy any longer?" ”

"Yes."

"No thanks."

Facing the extremely lazy weirdo, Zhang Luo didn't want to say anything, just looked out the window.

Thinking of the boring trip without seeing any strange phenomena, sleepiness involuntarily came to Zhang Luo's heart. Soon, he was supposed to get out of the car, but he lost consciousness in a daze.

……

I don't know how long later, when Zhang Luo opened his eyes again, he immediately found that the situation in the carriage had changed subtly:

The passengers who were still about to get off the train returned to their seats for some reason, and from the expressions of "what happened in the slot" on the faces of these people, it was clear that they were also confused at the moment.

There was nothing to be seen outside the window, only the utter darkness that was endless, and even though it was night, it was too dark.

What's even stranger is that the carriage looks several times larger than before. The aisle between the seats, which used to be less than two meters wide, is now at least five meters wide, and the height has been increased considerably.

"What's the situation?"

Zhang Luo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at his hands.

As an existence with an abnormal thinking circuit, the first thing he thought about was not that he was hallucinating, or that the carriage was getting bigger. Instead, he immediately tried to make sure that his body had shrunk.

However, it is undoubtedly very difficult to confirm this in the absence of a reference.

- For some reason, the water glasses and snacks that had been placed on the small table disappeared, and the wallet and mobile phone in my pocket were gone. The other seats next to it were in the same condition, like they had been ransacked by a crazy thief.

"What's going on......"

Whispers came and went, and a tense atmosphere filled the air. Except for the girl who had started sleeping again in the seat opposite him, everyone in the carriage was in a state of tension.

――Let's go ahead and have a look.

With such a thought, Zhang Luo had just stood up, and the unexpected happened again.

"Whoa!"

With a loud sound similar to a circular saw cutting metal, a dazzling spark suddenly burst out from the front of the carriage, and a large crack was directly cut, and then a huge metal hand with a silver glow reached in and roughly tore off the iron sheet on the top of the carriage like tearing paper.

"What the hell, am I masturbating too much?"

Seeing a scene that looked like something from a science fiction movie, Zhang Luo couldn't help but rub his eyes.

He was wondering if he was hallucinating when he saw a large silver machine jump in through the gap.

It was about three meters tall and resembled a two-legged mailbox, with the outline of a hydraulic jack exposed under the broken metal shell of the legs.

It has two slender robotic arms wrapped in various wires, and on the front of the arms are a variety of equipment, from mechanical pliers to electric drills to large blades.

These seemingly unrelated tools have only one thing in common, and that is that they can all be used to kill!

In the astonished gaze of everyone, the round glass lens of the robot's "head" lit up with a dangerous red light, and then a neurotic-sounding male voice came out of the loudspeaker under the lens:

"The game is on!"

After finishing speaking, the robot sprinted forward at an astonishing high speed, grabbed a frightened middle-aged man with the big tongs in his left hand, and waved the blade of his right hand mercilessly!

There was a "click", and the blood gushing out red stained the seat next to it.

"Ahhh

Seeing that the robot actually killed people in public, the passengers in the other seats woke up like a dream, screaming and rushing towards the back of the carriage where Zhang Luo was.

However, Zhang Luo froze in place because of a thick male voice:

“FIRST－BLOOD！” (First Blood)

Zhang Luo, who used to be occasionally dragged by his classmates to play DOTA all night, will definitely not admit it, this familiar voice is the kill sound effect in DOTA!

Just when he wondered if he was having auditory hallucinations due to excessive surprise, the machine tossed aside the decapitated corpse in its hand and raised the butcher's knife again.

“DOUBLE－KILL！” (Double Kill)

“TRIPLE－KILL！” (Triple Kill)

The couple closest to the robot fell to the ground almost at the same time, scarlet plasma staining the silver metal shell.

The robots continue to kill, much faster than before. In the midst of this screaming, it quickly went from "dominating the game" to "killing beyond the gods".

By this time, the killing machine, which was originally silver, had already completely turned into a terrifying dark red, like a demon soldier from the hell blood pool.

Realizing that he had become the last person standing in front of the robot, Zhang Luo smiled slightly, and in the face of the opponent of the super god, the mad battle axe in his left hand and the holy sword in his right hand, rushed over with Hui Yao on his back - of course this is impossible.

"This place should not stay for a long time......"

He turned around and ran without saying a word.