At the end of the meal, I went back to the station with Feng Xue, pretended to look at the timetable, and stood in front of the data wall. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was nothing unusual around, and people behaved normally. It is precisely because of this that it is troublesome. I'm sure it wasn't a delusion at that time, and we didn't expose any spiritual power, but the thing seemed to sense some danger and ran away.

After walking around a lot, I didn't find anything unusual, and there were more and more people, and we couldn't stay here anymore, so we planned to go back to the hotel first, and then plan the next trip.

Just as I was leaving, my eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the corner, and something caught my attention. I grabbed Feng Xue, looked at each other, and the two of them walked towards the corner.

When I got to that corner, I crouched down and pretended to tie my shoes, and when I got up, I quietly took the thing in my hand. As I was exchanging arms with the snow, something slipped down my wrist and into the pocket of the snowcover. The series of movements is natural and smooth, so that people don't see anything unusual.

When I got back to my accommodation, I locked the door, closed the curtains, and turned on the lights in the room before sitting on the edge of the bed with Feng Xue. On the bedside table in the middle of us, the thing we got back from the station was sitting at this time.

It was a plain-looking tin jar, and it looked a little rusty. If you throw it on the street, absolutely no one will notice it. But it is precisely because of its ordinariness that it is particularly abrupt in a clean station.

According to my observation, there will be cleaning staff at the station almost every once in a while to clean up to prevent passengers from leaving any garbage when they get off the train and affecting the station capacity. We saw a total of three cleaning staff, and by the time we were about to leave, they were almost finished.

There was such a jar in the place where it had been cleaned, which was really suspicious. In addition, it is neatly placed, and the surface layer is a little rusty, it is really hard to imagine that this is the garbage that someone has just used.

When I got closer, I saw what was inside, and I was even more sure that someone had put it on purpose, and although I didn't know what the man wanted, I was sure that it had another purpose.

I poked the soil inside the jar with my finger, the soil was soft, and even if I had been in the bag of the snow, I could still feel its slight coolness, and it seemed that there was something different in it.

"What is this for?" I poked at the dirt and asked Feng Xue.

Feng Xue twisted it between his fingers, and then said: "This is the soil of the root of the locust tree, because the root of the locust tree is yin, the soil on its root is often used to do some deviant things, and the most of them is to use it to collect souls."

"Collecting souls?" I asked, puzzled.

"Well, because the soil of the root of the locust tree automatically absorbs the souls in the vicinity, some people will use this method to collect weak souls for certain things." Feng Xue explained.

"It looks like there's a soul in it, do you know how to release it?" I asked Feng Xue.

Feng Xue nodded and said to me, "Well, I'll go out."

"Do you want me to come with you?" I asked.

"No, just watch it here." Feng Xue said to me, opened the door and walked out.

After a while, Feng Xue came back, and she still had a small bag of things in her hand. She placed the things on the table and poured some of them out in my sight.

I glanced at the things on the table and looked up at her, "M?!"

"Well, rice, to be exact." Feng Xue said, spreading out the rice flat that had fallen on the table.

Seeing that it was almost over, Feng Xue picked up the iron can, tilted it slightly, and pointed the mouth against the spread rice.

In a few moments, a cyan mist transitioned from the tin can to the rice. When the transition stopped, a cloud of cyan appeared clearly on the white rice, and the cyan mist crept on it, as if eating, rhythmically undulating.

Putting down the tin can, Feng Xue glanced at the cyan, and said to me, "It's just an ordinary soul, you can ask him questions now."

I touched my chin and tentatively asked, "Are you male or female?"

Feng Xue glanced at me with a little disgust, and was naturally ignored by me. I looked intently at the cyan soul, only to see the soul tremble slightly, and then a weak voice came: "I, I'm a man."

The reason why he called it weak, not fearful, was because his voice sounded very low, and his timbre had a timid meaning, so it was naturally attributed to my weak voice.

"Why are you stuck at the station?" I asked again.

"I, I don't know, I woke up at the station, and I didn't have to walk a few steps before I got stuck in that tin can, and, and—" it said with a frightened look.

"And how did you die?" I asked.

"I was hit by a train." It replied.

"Locals?" I asked.

"Yes." It replied.

"I still have a memory, that's easy, tell me about the city." I said to it.

He didn't react to the sudden change in topic, so I repeated: "I want to know the general situation of the city, don't tell me you don't know, you're a local." And don't be sloppy with me, I can find you, and you will know what I am referring to, which direction I am referring to. ”

"......" it hesitated, not answering my question right away.

Seeing this, I was not in a hurry, and after whispering to Feng Xue, I picked up the ashtray and moved the rice from the pile to the ashtray one by one.

"You, what are you going to do?!" The cyan soul gradually said in fright, the soul body trembled more obviously, and most of the cyan souls moved towards the side of the rice, and my fingers were quite rhythmically in this side, taking the rice away one by one.

"Let me go, let me go, please." It said in fear.

I didn't hear it at all, and continued to move, and still quite rhythmically, deliberately hanging it.

"I say, I say." It called. I looked at it, and it was only half the effort, and it was tricked, and it was really weak.

"I don't know much, I just know that although City C looks like other cities on the surface, there are a lot of strange things hidden under its surface." When it comes to the back, I don't know if it's because of the lack of words or other reasons, the sentence seems a little unfavorable.

"What does strange mean?" I asked.

"Gu, I don't know what it means, I just know that people go missing every once in a while in the city, and they can't find it, and sometimes they disappear with their whole families, and the surveillance of the whole city can't call up the images of the missing people, and people are like evaporating." It spoke, as if it had thought of something, and it rose and fell in fear. (To be continued.) )