In the dimly lit carriage, the white lights flickered and flickered. At the moment when Xu Anchuan's body fully entered, the vines on the platform retreated like a tidal wave. The doors closed silently, leaving no trace, as if a door had never been opened.

Xu Anchuan was carrying a schoolbag, and the huge inertia of the train suddenly made him subconsciously hold on to the bronze pillars in the carriage. He looked around, and there was no one in the neat and empty carriage but himself. Overhead, there are lights that flicker on and off, and the brass subway car is completely sealed, without windows and lifeless.

The noise whistling in his ears became smaller and smaller, but the speed of the train seemed to be getting faster and faster, Xu Anchuan stepped on the floor of the carriage with a dull color but a cold metal light, and carefully sat down little by little by holding on to the column. The bag was pressed against the wall of the carriage, and his butt landed on the bone-chilling copper seat, which was as cold as an ice cube.

Time passed little by little, and the bronze pillar that Xu Anchuan held tightly was dyed with a slight temperature in his palm. Sitting quietly, Xu Anchuan's eyes were calm, like a smart statue. He didn't know when the train would arrive, but a faint voice in his heart told him that the unknown destination was worth waiting for.

"I tried holding your hand on the day it was windy"

"But the rain is getting so heavy that I can't see you."

The bright voice of the guitar suddenly sounded with an affectionate murmur, it was the prompt ringtone of the mobile phone in Xu Anchuan's schoolbag that was set to mute and shut down, and the silent carriage seemed to be a little more lively and lively.

With a little confusion, Xu Anchuan flipped out the mobile phone in his schoolbag, and the screen that lit up showed that the unknown caller number was actually a series of strange symbols that exceeded the general number number limit.

To answer, or not to answer?

Faced with this strange call, Xu Anchuan hesitated, clenched his left hand, took a deep breath to calm his mood, and he still clicked the answer button.

"Hello? Hello, I'm Xu Anchuan, who are you? There was a rustle of leaves on the other side of the phone, and Xu Anchuan asked.

"Passenger 9754, you are more than halfway through the journey, and passengers 316, 234, 195, 172, 120, 103, and 72 will be with you in an hour."

"Please follow the rules of the tour."

There was a clicking sound on the phone like the rotation of mechanical gears that had been out of lubrication for a long time. "It" word by word, speaking in a strangely identical tone, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

At the end of the two sentences, the phone hung up, and the strange conversation came to an abrupt end. Xu Anchuan, who was confused, looked at the mobile phone in his hand that suddenly turned off the screen again, and silently chose to turn it on, trying to find a clue.

A faint screen light glows from the dimly lit compartment, and in the upper right corner of the screen is an unsurprisingly unsignaled display. Xu Anchuan's eyes were solemn, and he carefully rummaged through the empty call records in his mobile phone, although he already had the answer in his heart, he was still disappointed.

With a slightly trembling finger, he clicked on the photo album of his mobile phone again, and Xu Anchuan was surprised to find that the few video records he took about the subway ticket were also nowhere to be found at the moment.

May 23, 06:06.

Finally, after glancing at the time, Xu Anchuan silently closed his mobile phone, holding the column of the carriage, and his eyes gradually deepened.

Combined with the strange call just now, Xu Anchuan recalled the only bit of information at hand, and about this strange and mysterious trip, he gradually had a little unclear idea in his heart.

The speed of the subway is unknown, the direction is unknown, and the destination is unknown. The only thing known is that the "it" on the phone said that the purpose was more than half of the trip, and he was on the car at 0:00, and it was now 6:06 in the morning.

The number on the subway ticket is 9754, which turns out to be some kind of exclusive code for himself here - passenger 9754. An hour later, seven more numbered passengers will board the bus.

If you remember correctly, there is a strange gold flower in front of the 9754 point number on the ticket, and the dark gold wire on the petals is faintly a "B" word. Is that also some kind of difference, such as A, B, C, D, etc., just like the distinction between the first and second class business of a normal train ticket? However, why didn't "it" mention this, yes, after all, this is a subway, not a train, maybe there is no hierarchy, so does the word "B" mean something else?

Xu Anchuan's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the car door that might be about to open, frowning thoughtfully.

As for the itinerary rules mentioned on the phone, Xu Anchuan was impressed, after all, when he tore up the ticket and boarded the train according to the instructions, a strange thing was faintly enlightened:

[Obey the arrangement, prohibit fighting, and wipe out violators! ] 】

The rules are very simple and clear, Xu Anchuan was still confused about how the word "fighting" came from in the densely packed carriage with only one person. But now that an unknown seven people are about to enter, this strange rule seems to have taken on an established meaning.

Xu Anchuan clenched the pillar and waited quietly for the arrival of his companions, and the coldness of the bronze on the pillar faintly penetrated into his palm.

Time is uncontrollable sand, and little by little it passes in Xu Anchuan's nervous, flustered but inexplicably expectant heart.

The light on the roof of the carriage flickered suddenly, and then it was amazingly bright for a moment, and then it went out violently!

Are they coming?!

The boundless darkness filled the carriage, and the thumping sound of the heart beating in the dead and silent confined space seemed to be in the ears, and as soon as it was over, Xu Anchuan swallowed his saliva unconsciously, his eyes widened, the fingers holding the pillars of the carriage gradually turned white, and the meridians on his wrists contracted violently.

It seemed that it was just the extra nervousness in Xu Anchuan's heart, the door without the slightest fluctuation was still closed, there were no footsteps in the closed carriage, and there was no breeze of gas flow from people to and fro.

The lights on the roof suddenly began to work again, and after the slightest flicker, the flickering light returned, and the sometimes bright and sometimes dim roof lights began to work again.

Xu Anchuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, removed his eyes from staring at the car door, rubbed his swollen eyes, and tried to adapt to the dim and sometimes bright environment.

The corner of his eye inadvertently swept over the seat that should have been empty opposite, like a young bird pinched by the throat, Xu Anchuan felt suffocated in his heart.

They, no! They're still coming!

a grotesque smiling hunchbacked old man in a ragged red shirt; a short man with a sloping foot on top of a half-broken black clay pot; a poor Confucian student holding a dusty ancient book; The dirty-haired, masked woman wore a heavy shackle around her neck and long chains around her feet. A man in general armor wears a golden mask that is half bitter and half smiling.

At first glance, the five extremely abnormal beings appeared silently, sitting quietly opposite Xu Anchuan.

A light blue cloth trousers that were washed and slightly whitened, a pair of old-fashioned cloth shoes with a little mud and gray on the soles, and a beautiful woman in a clean and simple dress with a expressionless face, I don't know when she sat next to Xu Anchuan.

Xu Anchuan secretly looked at the only person around him who seemed normal through the vague mirror image of the smooth surface of the bronze column, but for some reason, the feeling that the woman brought him was the most heart-wrenching. Behind him, the cold wind of the cold winter moon blew like a knife, and there was a little bit of frostbite in the cold to the bones.

The heart is flustered, and the face is not alarmed.

Xu Anchuan silently counted the number of people around him, one, two, three, four, five, six.

Well? How only six!

Xu Anchuan was shocked, how could there be only six of the seven tourists who entered.

A teardrop mixed with turbidity flowed from the cloudy and white eyes of the dead fish, and the cloudy tears slid down the shriveled cheeks and into the mouth. Smash it, smash it, the hunchbacked old man who had been smiling at Xu Anchuan seemed to see the sudden panic in Xu Anchuan's eyes, and stretched out his hand to point at Xu Anchuan's back with interest, Ms. Naxia cared about the full schoolbag that her son had carefully prepared for him.

Xu Anchuan, who was nervously observing the situation, noticed the movements of the hunchbacked old man, and he seemed to think of some not-so-good possibilities, so he stiffened his hand and touched the back.

It was a cold and slippery feeling, Xu Anchuan retracted his hand casually and sat quietly on the seat.

Sure enough, the seventh was behind him!

His heart was beating nervously, and the bubbling hot blood pumped out of his heart tried to warm Xu Anchuan's cold limbs.

No fighting! No fighting! Violators are obliterated! Follow the rules of the tour! I'm safe for the time being, unless this thing has a brain problem and wants to drag me to hell with me!

Trying to slow down the nervous heartbeat, Xu Anchuan maintained the waves on his face, and quietly nodded to the hunchbacked old man who prompted him. The old man continued to laugh silently, without any superfluous movements.

There was still silence in the carriage, even if it was no longer a huge empty space with only one person.

The strange existence behind it seemed to have a new idea, and it slowly squirmed away from Xu Anchuan's backpack, crawling towards the seemingly normal woman next to Xu Anchuan little by little.

Xu Anchuan looked at this strange seventh place, a jelly-like translucent existence, with the facial features of a human child floating on it, it seemed to have the same playful personality as a human child.

It climbed onto the woman's shoulder, curled up, and closed its eyes like a mess of slimy jelly on a garment. The woman was unmoved, her clear eyes staring quietly at the floor of the carriage.

Facing the seven people who had no vision, Xu Anchuan was a little relieved, and his hand holding the bronze column relaxed slightly.

The train was still moving, and the eight very different beings in the carriage did not communicate, and they were silent and rode in the same car.

The roof lights flickered brightly, and the speeding train suddenly slowed down.

Xu Anchuan was inexplicably a little uneasy in his heart, according to the time, there should be some time before the end of the trip, how could the train suddenly slow down?

"There are seventy-two seats left!"

"You have been wandering here with me for many years, and now there are newcomers in the No. 10 line of Xudu."

"Count the heroes of ancient and modern times, and a few people can see the famous monument!"

"Above the undead express, there is one more prisoner!"

"Huh!"

The obscure voice suddenly sounded, and the hunchbacked old man who was sitting quietly got up with a strange smile, stared at the muddy dead fish eyes, and looked fiercely at the sealed port of the carriage. With sympathy and sarcasm, it fell on Xu Anchuan.

The lame dwarf hits the top of his head and breaks the can, and his hands are bare!

The poor Confucian recited the ancient books in his hand, and his body gushed with heroic righteousness, like a sage coming into the world to solve the confusion of sentient beings!

The dirty hair on the forehead of the woman with shackles around her neck and chains on her feet blows up, revealing her hollow eyes, and the stinky blood and tears gurgle out, and she screams silently from her mouth!

The general wearing the golden mask drew his sword out, and the cold light flashed, and the sword was inserted into the sealed carriage port!

Witnessing this scene, if a murderous aura shone all over his body, Xu Anchuan's hands trembled unconsciously, and the air in the carriage mixed with various strange breaths gradually became turbid.

The woman beside her slowly raised her head, her bright eyes with a certain depth that Xu Anchuan couldn't understand, and her white hand gently stroked the existence of the frozen curled up on her shoulder. She got up and walked away, step by step.

Xu Anchuan clenched the pillar and quietly watched the chaos of the demons dancing in the carriage.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The mutation has begun!