My whole body was numb, I looked at the people around me, the hoarse, shrill voice just now sounded loud to me, but I saw that some of the other passengers were lying on the bunks resting, some were drinking and eating, and some were looking out of the window like I had just looked. Looking at their appearance, there was no reaction, it was clear that they didn't see anything strange, and they didn't hear any strange sounds.

Fortunately, my mental tolerance is reasonable, although my heart has turned upside down, but on the surface I still try to act as if nothing has happened, nothing has been heard, nothing has been seen.

However, at this time, my fists clenched unconsciously, and my body trembled unconsciously.

"Calm, calm, maybe it's an afternoon of playing games without rest, and the mind is not clear." Thinking of this, I stood up, walked to the running water in the carriage, and washed my face to sober myself.

Not to mention, washing my face with cold water really calmed down a lot and my mind was much clearer. However, just when I felt sober and thought that everything was an illusion and was about to return to the sleeper, I suddenly saw a middle-aged man smoking in the smoking area, turning his head and smiling at me, if he walked and walked by the four eyes and nodded and smiled politely, but this person's face was bloodless, there were no whites of the eyes, no pupils, and the whole eye was dark and bright, and his smile was the same as that of the guy with long hair and gray-white clothes with a little red, and his mouth was about to grin to the root of his ears. It looks very weird.

Just as I was staggering backwards, the middle-aged man made a neutral-sounding and wicked voice, smiling and perverted: "Hello, young man, would you like to feel the burning of your eyes by cigarette butts?" It's comfortable, come on, come on......" he said, raising his hand with a cigarette and walking towards me.

I was shocked and angry at this time, and I was shocked that I had never encountered such a thing, and people would feel this way about unknown or unfamiliar things, and I was angry that it was because such a thing disturbed my peace, and his appearance and demeanor seemed very bad.

Ordinary people will be paralyzed with fear when they encounter something they are afraid of, and howl loudly, and I am not an ordinary person, don't forget what I used to do, I have kung fu, swords and swords, several life and death, indeed, at the beginning such a thing will indeed shock me, but again and again, Lao Tzu also feels that it is not new, I don't care what you are, even if it is the king of heaven Lao Tzu, the ten halls of Yama, I don't provoke you but come to provoke me first, then I'm sorry, even if it's Lingxiao Palace, Yama Palace, I have to go over to break through, Not to mention just an ugly monster like you!

"I'm going to beat you to death!" I roared and punched the guy in front of me.

"Ahh ......" Just as I was about to hit him with my fist, he suddenly collapsed on the ground and screamed in a trembling voice.

I was directly confused, what is the situation?

I looked at the man and saw that he didn't look like what I had just seen, but a middle-aged man with an honest face.

The movement on our side immediately attracted onlookers from the passengers, and I also saw the police struggling to squeeze towards us in the crowd.

"This ...... ......I didn't know what to say for a while, and I looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the ground for a long time.

"You...... You ......" The middle-aged man gasped and pointed at me, and there was still half an unextinguished cigarette on the ground next to him, which should have been frightened and fell to the ground.

"Excuse me, what's going on, you two?" The policeman, who had managed to squeeze through the crowd, interrupted the stumbling duel between me and the middle-aged man.

"That's the case, little comrade, I just smoked here, and then I saw this young man walking up to me and staring at me motionlessly, I thought he wanted to smoke, so I asked him if he wanted one, and when I was about to give him a cigarette, he suddenly glared at me, that look was so scary, I was so frightened that I leaned against the wall, and then this young man raised his fist and wanted to hit me." The middle-aged man looked at me in fear as he talked about what had just happened.

I was a little overwhelmed when I heard the middle-aged man's words. If, as he said, I'm hallucinating? Is it difficult or is there something wrong with the spirit? Then this is really terrible, if you encounter this situation in the future, isn't it easy to cause accidental injury? Thinking of this, I asked the police: "May I ask, do we have surveillance here?" I've not had a good rest lately, and I've had nightmares just after squinting, maybe I've just been dazed and haven't recovered from the nightmare, and if it's really as my uncle said, I must apologize to him. ”

"Yes, come with me!" The police took us to the monitoring room on the train.

Looking at the surveillance, it is indeed as the middle-aged man said, his angle is facing the surveillance. I walked near him and didn't move, and then he said two words to me, although I couldn't hear what he said, but I could see that the middle-aged man's expression and attitude were very friendly, and finally he took out a box of cigarettes, and then pulled out one and handed it to me. It was then that he suddenly stepped back against the wall, and then I raised my fist to hit him, and the middle-aged man sat down on the ground.

"I'm sorry, uncle, I had nightmares when I slept before, and this hasn't eased up, I'm really embarrassed that you're frightened." I said apologetically.

When the middle-aged uncle saw me say this, he hurriedly said: "It's okay young man, it's just that the look you looked at just now was too scary, it really scared me, it turned out that you had a nightmare before." I nodded, and he continued: "I have a few cartons of milk in my luggage, I'll go get you a carton, drinking it is good for sleep." ”

I hurriedly said no, I was so embarrassed that I had just scared others and wanted to accept other people's things, so I pushed and said, "Uncle, no, I am lactose intolerant and can't drink milk, thank you." "And it's true that I'm lactose intolerant and can't drink milk.

There was nothing wrong, so I thanked the police and said sorry and troublesome. After that, I went to the smoking area with the middle-aged uncle, smoked a cigarette together, and after a while, I went back to my bed.

Lying on it, thinking back to what I saw outside the car window, and the hallucinations I had when I met the uncle, and almost beating people, I couldn't figure out if it was my mental problem, or if I really encountered something unclean.

I thought about it for a long time, and the more I thought about it, the more confused my brain became, so I simply didn't want to think about it, thinking that I should see a psychiatrist when I had time.

The train continued to move, and the train was still filled with the chatter of passengers and the smell of instant noodles in the carriage, everything was as usual.

The string I was holding on gradually loosened, and then my sleepiness swelled up, and I gradually fell asleep with the gently swaying carriage.