At night, the cold wind howled on the platform, and the hanging gas lamps swayed.

In such a scene, the dim light is sometimes lengthened, sometimes shortened, so that the steam train that is quietly parked on the tracks is sometimes out of darkness, sometimes into shadows, and there is an indescribable sense of eerie death.

At this moment, a team of policemen in black and white checkered uniforms entered the platform and, led by the duty manager of the railway company, walked towards the huge, slightly old train.

"I don't know why, after all the passengers left, including the conductor, all the conductors returned to the carriage and never came out, I sent someone, sent someone to find them, asked them to come out quickly, and rest early, as a result, as a result, the person who was sent quickly ran out of the carriage, as if he was suffering from a disease, he would only shout hysterically 'all dead' and 'all dead'!" The manager on duty at the railway company in a blue coat carried a lantern and introduced the situation as he walked.

From his slightly stammering words and slightly trembling body, it was not difficult for the police officers to see that there was a great fear lurking in his heart, as if as soon as someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder, he would jump up, drop everything, and run to the exit of the platform.

Such emotions also infected the police, all of whom put their hands on their waists and pressed down on their gun pouches.

The sound of leather boots on the hard ground echoed one after another, and the police officers followed the manager on duty and vigilantly entered the front of a carriage.

In this carriage, there were two people sitting in each row, they were on the left and right, both away from the window, and they were leaning back in their chairs and not moving.

By the light of the gas lamp outside the window and the horse lamp in his hand, the leader of the inspector quickly saw the scene in front of him clearly.

The people here were all the workers of the steam train, dressed in blue uniforms of men and women, sitting quietly in different positions, their faces were pale, their eyes were open, and although they were no longer breathing, the corners of their mouths were visibly upturned, revealing eight teeth.

was greeted by this almost uniform smile, and the hairs of everyone present stood up at the same time, and they subconsciously held their breath.

For them, such a scene is too weird and terrifying, they just want to turn around immediately, get out of here, and wait until dawn to check the situation!

The leader of the inspector secretly took two deep breaths and instructed the police officer on his side:

"Go and make sure if they're dead......

Speaking of this, he glanced at the duty manager of the railway company again:

"You go along and see if there are fewer people, or more people. ”

"Okay, okay, officer. The manager on duty shuddered.

While he and several police officers went deep into the car, the rest of the officers drew their pistols and raised their guard.

In the unbearable silence, time passed slowly, and at last, several police officers stopped at the end of the carriage, turned and shouted:

"Confirmed dead!"

The duty manager of the railway company followed with a trembling voice:

"Two people less, a conductor and a driver......"

Seeing that there had been no accidents for so long, the inspector headed by him calmed down a lot, thought about it, and said to all the officers:

"Protect the body in its original state and wait for the coroner's examination.

At the same time, two groups were divided, one group went to other carriages to look for the conductor and driver, and one group explored the traces of the scene, collected the corresponding information, and waited until the sun rose, and then investigated the train personnel and previous passengers to find common points and special points. ”

- Although many passengers did not present identification documents when purchasing tickets, the first inspector believed that he could always find someone who had truthfully registered his situation and then asked them if they had noticed anything unusual or noteworthy on the train.

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold and biting cold wind rose out of nowhere and whistled through the carriage.

When all this calmed down, the lead inspector was about to emphasize what he had just said, but suddenly noticed that something was wrong:

The steam train staff who was sitting in the seat was still with his eyes open and his face pale, but his mouth had been closed at some point, and no more teeth were exposed.

............

In a luxurious room in a hotel, the wall sconces illuminate the carpeted area with tables and chairs.

Crane had taken on the form of Gelman Sparrow, sitting on the couch with his left foot on his right leg.

Beside him stood Enzo, the local indigenous "winner", and in front of him stood a row of cult secret puppets.

This is exactly the part of the people who tried to sacrifice all the passengers on the steam train before, led by the man with a red and swollen lump on the side of his face, the conductor, and the driver.

They come in different forms, from different neighborhoods, and converge here.

"Who made you sacrifice?" Crane said in a low voice.

After being promoted to sequence 4 and becoming a "sophist", he can no longer only read thoughts from the shallow consciousness of the secret puppet, but can also use the improved "spirit thread" to control and directly do things similar to channeling.

Of course, the higher the level of the secret puppet itself, the worse the psychic effect will be.

After a short silence, Mu Ran, the conductor who was obviously from Rune and had a lot of body hair, spoke:

It is a decree of God. ”

"Which god?" Klein took the bone china teacup handed by Enzo the "winner" and took a sip.

The conductor replied sluggishly:

"God is God and nothing else. ”

Klein put down his cup and asked instead:

"How did He send down the oracle? What did he say?"

The conductor suddenly became respectful:

"He gave an oracle through the divine object that we should please Him with a sacrifice of great abundance of life, and He would give us eternal life in His kingdom. ”

A large number of life sacrifices...... The Rose Order, which prefers similar things to the Spirit Order, has always been known for their bloody sacrifices...... The idea that eternal life can be obtained in the kingdom of God is similar to some of the ideas of the Spirit Order, and of course, it cannot be ruled out that it is deliberately made up to deceive these people...... Klein pondered for a while and said:

"What fetish?"

The conductor didn't answer, and glanced at the man with a red and swollen lump on the side of his face.

The man then took something out of the inside pocket of his clothes:

It is a well-made rag doll with crooked eyes and a mouth.

God will give us commands through it at certain times. I bought it at the grocery market. The man with a red and swollen lump on the side of his face said balancedly, and his tone did not fluctuate.

This...... Crane thought of a variety of possibilities for a moment, and then asked Enzo "the winner" to take the rag doll and examine it carefully, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

In his experience, this means that the problem is not with the doll itself, which can be divided into two categories: one is that there is someone not far away, who is disguised as a god with a rag doll, and the other is that there is a secret existence who specially marks the object and sends down an oracle.

"If it is the former, then the death of the conductor must have been detected and prepared...... If it's the latter, maybe you won't notice anything......" Crane thought for a while, and asked Enzo the "winner" to place the rag doll on the desk in front of the window.

He himself immediately got up, and instantly became another train worker, standing with the row of cultists.

After the return of Enzo "the winner", there was a similar change.

I don't know how long the time passed, and the night was getting darker and darker.

Suddenly, on the desk bathed in crimson moonlight, the rag doll with curved eyes and mouth moved its lower limbs and slowly stood up.

PS:The number of words in this chapter is a little small.,It's because I'm so angry that I can't code words at all.,I'm halfway through writing.,To correspond to a certain sentence in the previous chapter.,So I clicked on the web page.,Open the previous chapter.,It turned out that the description related to the sacrifice was deleted.。。 This kind of review and deletion is simply impossible to say, without that paragraph, who can still understand that plot, I can't understand it myself! Moreover, what is forbidden about that plot? Writing bad people doing bad things, whipping and ugly will have to be deleted? I don't specifically describe the process of sacrifice, so that people can imitate it, I don't understand at all what the review criteria of Reading Wen are now, and I want to change the book to the point of bullshit?

I can't accept that my transformation is so broken before and after.,The structure is broken.,Things that don't reach the meaning of the text.,It's become something that can't be read inexplicably.,A lot of the previous chapters have been modified.,I've reacted.,And I recognize that the environment is difficult now.,Everyone understands each other.,So don't speak.,But now it's modified and metamorphosed to make the plot incoherent.,Can't write clearly.,I really can't bear it.,What is the tone of the secret.,What kind of atmosphere?,What will be written in the future.,Everyone has a certain prejudgment.,In this way,I can't write at all later.。

I've added the deleted content of the previous chapter myself now, but I don't know when it will be deleted again, and it will be the same in the future, I don't know if I can continue to create this book, and when I will write it, well, compared to the previous hour, I have calmed down now, and I don't say anything excessive, everyone read and cherish it, I will continue to write until I can't write, I can't write, I won't punish my readers with other people's mistakes, well, that's all.