"Why should I stuff myself between the wine cabinet and the walls of the compartment?"

Crane asked unhappily.

"Then you can hide in the closet, too." The god of lights replied.

"I'm not a cat!"

"Come in, pinch the old face of the conductor, I'll pay." The god of lights urged.

"You owe me at least five thousand pounds, Miss Courier last time ......"

Crane muttered, reluctantly.

"You don't want me to be bored enough to visit the Night Church."

The god of lights coerces and seduces.

"What's the matter with me, I'm no longer ...... anyway"

Crane pulled a clean tablecloth and spread it out in the cracks, and reluctantly sat down, but the lamp god was not satisfied:

"You don't look like an old drunkard at all."

"This formal dress is very expensive, you will wash it if it is dirty?"

"Didn't I capture a servant for you? Let Señol come and wash. The god of lights said.

"That's not me!"

……

Once again, Wendell cautiously pushed open the door of the carriage in front of him.

"Bang!"

"Whoa!"

"Help!"

The door at the end of the carriage was violently slammed open, and an embarrassed man rushed in frantically, and then a piece of paper man chased after him.

The man ran fast, but the paper man moved and jumped, and with each twist he could advance a long distance, and he was about to touch the man's back.

"My verdict is, leave!"

Wendell yelled, didn't look at the result at all, and turned to run together.

The paper man was stunned for a moment, and his pencil drawings were simple and his facial features were bent in an arc, and his smile was like three single brackets.

"Either hide or find an empty spot to sit down and pretend to be a wooden man."

Wendell shouted loudly as he ran, and the man behind him escaped for the time being, running forward desperately, and in an instant the two ran through another carriage.

The door opened and closed, and with a "bang" it slapped back, temporarily blocking the view of the paper man, Wendell took the opportunity to jump into the window seat through the sluggish passengers, and he took off the top hat of his fellow seat and buckled it on his head, and then lowered his head to hide his expression.

Seeing Wendel's behavior, the man also hurriedly stopped running, looked left and right in a panic, and did not find an empty position, he was in a hurry, and immediately attached himself and climbed under the seat.

The paper man chased directly through the barrier door into the car, only to find that he had lost his target. It lingered back in the carriage twice, the single bracket turned into a dash, and left disappointed through the next barrier.

The two living people were desperately slowing down their breathing, and the carriage was silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

It took several minutes for Wendell to breathe a long sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a fluttering and eerie voice rang in his ears.

"Found you......"

Wendel's cold sweat broke out instantly, his muscles tensed, he didn't look back, he jumped up, and at the same time pulled out his pistol, turned around in the air and raised his arm to shoot, and at the moment when his feet touched the ground, his legs exerted force, and he quickly turned around and fled forward, at this time, the sound of bullets hitting the wall of the carriage had just sounded.

Didn't hit the entity!

It's a demon hunting bullet! Why doesn't it work on Wraith Shadow?

Wendell was even more worried, and he didn't care about the man before, so he just ran forward.

The man hiding under the seat heard the gunshot, and couldn't help but raise his head slightly, seeing the leather boots and pieces of paper flashing one after another, and waited for a long time before he dared to move his body forward slightly and raise his head slightly.

Ahead, from the edge of the seat, a large white face with half turned upside down and two swarthy eye holes.

Wendell ran wildly, and the white group, who didn't know what it was, chased after him in a hurry, and when he ran into a new carriage, he found that the monster had suddenly disappeared for some reason.

Wendell stopped, and heard the crisp sound of a spoon clattering a teacup.

Slowly stepping forward, Wendell saw a strangely dressed dark-haired man, churning coffee in circles, a gorgeous gown that shouldn't have been on a steam train, the dim and dirty light giving the man the impression of an old oil painting.

Hearing Wendel's footsteps, the man raised his head and glanced at him nonchalantly.

There is a sense of familiarity...... I'm sure I've seen it somewhere...... Golden Eyes......

Wendell carefully looked at the man in front of him and spoke first: "Hello, you....... What do you think about what happened on this steam train? ”

The fair-skinned fingers seemed to stop stirring, and the man did not look up, but responded: "Sit." ”

Familiarity strikes again...... Transparent...... Draw......

Wendel's hole suddenly enlarged, and he remembered, it was, the mission portrait issued by MI9, looking for an evil spirit with demigod strength!

Although he was not often in Beckland, he had seen the portrait as well.

"What do you want to know?"

The man asked slowly.

Wendel rises up a greater fear than being pursued by a strange ghost, a fear that stems from a clear, irresistible threat to his own life.

Seeing that he did not speak, the man looked up again, this time as if he was a little more serious, and said, "You seem to recognize me?" ”

The man's tone was calm, but Wendel felt irreversible from the bottom of his heart, and he stubbornly said all the thoughts that came to him.

"My name is Wendel, I'm an intelligence officer on MI9, I've seen your portrait, it's a mission, it's a quest to find evil spirits with demigod strength."

"Oh...... It turned out to be you, tsk, you...... Luck was good. ”

The man pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled playfully, as if he was suddenly interested in him.

"According to the rules, you can ask me a question when you meet me, and I will answer a question depending on the mood, and now you can ask."

Wendell struggled to calm his agitated emotions, and he felt like his head was filled with tangled clumps of seaweed, which were dancing wildly in his brain.

"I ...... I want to know...... How can I get out of here safely. ”

The man replied with a meaningful smile: "Follow your heart's choice, follow the rules of the game, not only this time, but next time, you can also leave safely." This is a bonus suggestion. ”

"Find the conductor and tell him all the rules you've come up with, and if you answer correctly, he'll open the door to the outside world."

"You can move on."

The man lifted his chin and motioned for him to leave.

There was a small cracking sound at the door, and the door was pushed open a little bit, and the head of a half-brown-haired girl poked out, and the eyes were covered by a brown cover.

She cautiously looked around the carriage and saw Wendell looking at her, and her eyes lit up.

After confirming that it was safe, the girl walked briskly towards Wendell with her book in hand.

"You're alright, it's good."

With that, the girl sat down in the seat opposite Wendel.

"You can ......"

Wendell paused, and in the few seconds he turned his attention to the girl, the existence of the terrible evil spirit disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared, and he even felt for a moment that he had just hallucinated.