In the memories of the old man, that day Changsha had just entered the winter, it was already very cold, the iron hooves of the Japanese had hit the vicinity of Changsha, the city was very depressed, people with relatives in the southwest went to their relatives, but the capacity was limited, after the winter, there were landslides to the southwest, and many people went and were trapped back.

Gu Qingfeng was still a middle-aged man at the time, and he was on duty in the ticket room, and that night, when the black 076 train drove into the station, he happened to be on duty, and at that time, it should be impossible for a train to stop at the station. He also didn't receive any advance notice.

In those days, it was also a common occurrence that many military columns suddenly arrived for reasons of war readiness. However, there is often advance notice, and military affairs are generally under the control of the army, and at this time the entire platform should be full of soldiers on guard, ready to receive goods.

But he saw that there was no one on the platform, and the train just came in. If it weren't for the inevitable huge movement of this behemoth, he wouldn't even have noticed.

Gu Qingfeng turned on the wind lantern, put on a military coat and walked onto the platform, under the dim light, the black train was like a giant dragon, lying on the side of the platform, covered with dry mud and rust spots, like rotten dragon scales excavated. He pinched a handful of dry mud, puzzled.

"Where's the train?"

He wrapped his coat tightly and walked closer to the train, and was surprised to find that all the carriages of the train, including the front of the locomotive, were all welded with iron sheets, and the ugly welding gaps were thick and full of bubbles, indicating that the degree of butt welding was very high when welding, he shoveled off the mud covering the wagon with his elbow, and saw the paint on the locomotive and the font of 076, he realized that this was a Japanese military train.

This kind of military column was made in the northeast during the Japanese invasion of China, and once drove to the northwest, and later captured a lot, and now it is under the jurisdiction of the national government to repaint, but this column, the pattern of the faded Japanese military flag is still printed on both sides of the front of the car. There was a lot of rust and dry mud on all parts of the body, almost as if it had been buried in the ground and had only recently been dug out.

The railway from the northeast has long been blown up, and now there are only a few tracks in the southwest that connect Changsha, all of which have been requisitioned by the army, but looking at the direction of the front of the locomotive, it is indeed from the northeast.

"Ghost son, which **** is in the car?" Gu Qingfeng knocked on the wagon and shouted around: "Don't stop here, the train is coming later, your fart is going to be bitten." There's a rail in front, and then drive a little further. ”

There was no sound on the train, and there was no one coming or going from the train, so he walked to the locomotive and climbed up, and was surprised that the door of the locomotive was welded shut, and the steam chimney was still hot all around. The temperature of this piece changed, dewed, the body was very wet, and the red rust water on one hand seemed to be oozing blood.

Gu Qingfeng was a little scared, looking at it for so many years, there are few such strange things, he also recently heard from people in the northwest that there were some cars that drove in the middle of the night at the train station without people, and after checking these cars, they were all blown up by the Japanese, but there was no one on the car. It is said that the ghost car carried the people killed by the bomb and sent them back to their hometown before driving into the underworld. In the morning, the car disappeared as if it had never appeared.

Many cars were buried in the cols by the collapsed mountain soil, no wonder there was so much soil.

He yelled a few times to wake the guard, and suddenly, he heard a fluttering sound in the locomotive. The window of the locomotive was covered with mud, and he vigorously wiped the mud away and lifted the wind lamp. Suddenly, he saw that there was something covered in the cloudy windowpane, which seemed to be a miserable white pigskin, which was tightly wrapped around the glass, and covered the inside.

On the pigskin, there was a thin slit, about the width of a palm, and Gu Qingfeng tried hard to get close to the slit, wanting to see what was inside through this slit.

The wind lamp kept hitting the glass, knocking down the dry earth, and the rust and mud made him gag, and he noticed that there was something strange about the gap.

He squinted his eyes and looked closely, this "skin" was probably loosened by the wind lamp, and fell down, and in an instant, he saw a person suspended in the locomotive. Float in the air. Looking again, he realized that it was a hanged man, hanging from the top of the train in ordinary labor clothes, and the corpse was looking at him coldly. In the two cloudy eyes, the eyeballs are extremely small, as big as soybeans, and the rest are the whites of the eyes.

Gu Qingfeng only saw those creepy eyes at first sight, he screamed, got off the train, fell on the platform, rolled over and got up, and crawled towards the guardhouse. He had only one thought in his heart: this was a ghost car, and it was going to Changsha to pull people.