"Subway? Where is the subway?" Duan Chengliang asked.
The boss looked like you are so young, why are you more ignorant than me?
Duan Chengliang was very smart this time and added: "We came here by taxi and don't know where the subway is."
The boss nodded, "That's right. Today's young people are looking for convenience. No matter whether the fare is expensive or not, your accent doesn't sound like a local."
Duan Chengliang was embarrassed, he was driven here by his cousin who stepped on the accelerator as fast as she could.
Later, he humbly asked about the subway location again.
The boss pointed in the south direction, "There, go straight two hundred meters and you will see the subway sign, Bzhou Station. Walk a little further, about two kilometers, and there are other subway lines. It depends on where you go."
Duan Chengliang said: "Thank you, boss." They were going to B state station.
Youxiu noticed that the magazine in the boss's hand was a story about ghosts and ghosts, and the cover said about the train 444 incident.
"Boss, how do you sell that magazine you have?"
"Third row on the left, 20 yuan."
Youxiu looked around, and the books were stacked on top of each other. When she turned to the bottom, she found the book of stories about ghosts and ghosts.
Youxiu paid the money and complimented him, "Boss, you have such a good memory. You can remember where the book is."
"That must be the case. This magazine has been out for a while. I don't know why, you young people dress up in weird ways, but you are afraid of ghosts and the dark, so few people buy it. The stories in it are very exciting, read more. nice one."
After the two young men left, the boss continued to flip through the book. At this time, he turned to the story of Train 444.
Huh? Are those two young men just looking for train No. 444?
But this is a story!
They won't really look for it.
The boss shook his head, thinking that he might be suffering from a secondary illness, and his paranoia was a bit serious.
The two of them were walking to the subway entrance, and You Xiu was flipping through the book and quickly turned to the page about Train No. 444.
The beginning of the story.
Nearing the middle of the night, a migrant worker named Daming came to work overtime.
The office was brightly lit. Daming looked at his watch. It was almost eleven o'clock and it would be too late if he didn't leave.
He clocked in and left the company. Along the way, the street lights flickered for no apparent reason.
"Is there a problem with the nearby circuit?" Daming murmured.
As usual, he ran to the subway entrance. When he saw that the subway entrance was closed, he wailed.
Today I have to ride a shared bicycle home again.
Maybe God didn't think he was pitiful enough. When he walked back, the last shared bicycle was gone. It was difficult to take a taxi at this nearby intersection, so he had no choice but to turn back.
At this time, all the scattered taxis on the road are full of customers.
Several cars passed by in a row, but there were no empty cars.
Daming became more and more irritated as he waited and kicked the street guardrail. Unexpectedly, he couldn't stand firmly and fell back.
I fell down and blossomed.
What was even more unlucky was that his palm was cut by a broken lens on the roadside, and he was bleeding profusely.
After finally stopping the bleeding, he happened to miss an empty car.
"What bad luck." He couldn't help complaining.
He had no choice but to call for a car to come over. The price will be a bit more expensive, but at least you can get home.
He picked up the broken lens that he had just injured himself. The lens was incomplete, old and exquisite in style, not like ordinary objects.
Is it an antique? Daming couldn't help but feel a little happy.
Suddenly, he felt a strange feeling in his heart and looked in the direction of the subway.
The door to the subway station opened again and the lights were on.
Unlike the usual white lights, the lights at this time were green and a bit scary.
He wrapped the lenses and stuffed them into his bag, took out his phone and checked the balance.
If he takes a luxurious taxi home, he will have to commute to get off work on a shared bicycle for the next week. I don’t know if the lenses in the bag are worth anything.
Maybe the subway staff made a mistake with the light and turned it into an escape light or something, so it looked eerie.
Daming comforted himself, it would be great if he could take the subway, and what else would he need like a bicycle?
Patting the bag may mean good luck is coming, so the subway also opens the door for him.
The theory of gods and ghosts is too illusory, and Ming Dynasty did not believe it.
He happily walked into the subway and also stepped into the unknown abyss.
The environment and equipment in the subway were exactly the same as usual, but it was inexplicably cold, making me shiver from the cold.
Daming looked up at the ceiling. There was no reason for the subway station with a constant temperature of 25 degrees Celsius to suddenly cool down. Could it be that the air conditioner was broken?
Shivering, Daming put on the suit hanging on his arms and swiped his card at the station. He swiped twice, but there was no response.
Looking inside the service station, there was no one.
At this time, he already felt that something was unusual, but he was not sure.
The card was swiped for the fifth time and passed.
As he walked in, the pit machine's display flashed with snowflakes before returning to normal.
The paid column is marked: one living person.
Da Ming didn't know it at all, he just instinctively noticed the trick.
The beater had everything in his bag. To be cautious, he took out a folding umbrella from his bag as a self-defense weapon.
Holding the umbrella tightly, he walked back into the station.
After going down the stairs and arriving at the station, he breathed a sigh of relief because he finally saw someone.
The people standing here waiting for the bus are all wearing work clothes. They are obviously a construction team off work.
"Give it." The laborer was used to riding in the front compartment of the train, so he squeezed through the crowd and went to the front.
After waiting for a while, the train hadn't arrived yet. He couldn't help but look at his watch. It was half past eleven and the train hadn't arrived yet. This was impossible.
The subway will rarely be delayed. Could there be an accident?
Looking towards the anti-falling glass shield, Daming used mirror reflection to observe other people.
None of the others were impatient, just expressionless and lifeless.
Daming felt more and more that something was wrong. The surroundings were eerily silent. Did the construction team workers not say a word after get off work?
His suspicions were growing, but he was more worried about his wallet shrinking.
Wealth and life are more important. For poor people, sometimes it is really difficult to choose.
Just when he was feeling uneasy, the train pulled into the station.
There was another reason why he stood in front of the train. He liked to see the conductor driving the train. It allowed him to briefly imagine that one day he could do such a cool and boring job.
The lights of the train were approaching. He stood on tiptoes and looked close to the glass.
The white train has a translucent front that is visible.
In the driving seat is a driver with eight spider legs on his back.
Daming froze in place, his whole body tense.
The train is getting closer and closer, and the cold air reaches my heart and lungs.
There was a crisp sound and he slapped himself to wake him up a bit.
Hallucination? Is there any comic convention coming soon?
Even at a comic show, people in this position can't possibly dress up in fancy clothes to go to work.
Not only did the pain not change the scene in front of me back to normal, it actually became weird.
He could feel everyone's eyes focused on him, and the scorching gaze seemed to burn through the back of his head. He did not dare to look anywhere else.
He was afraid of seeing something he shouldn't have seen.
His eyelids were slightly lowered, and his hands tightened on the straps of his backpack.
But as the train stopped, I had to consider a question: get on the train, or turn around?
No need to think about it, I must go.
Today, even if I lose my legs, I can't stop.
As soon as the car door opened, the construction workers all got on the car, but he did not move forward.
A construction worker behind him put his arm around his shoulder and said, "Friend, aren't you leaving?"
Daming swallowed his saliva and looked up at the reflection on the glass. He looked like a normal person. He slowly turned his head, only to see a rotten face very close to him.
"Ahhhhh..."
"Let's go together! Let's go to the factory together, we are short of people."
"I'm not going, I'm not going."
How could an inhuman creature spare the only living person?
The ending can be imagined.
During the inspection the next day, the subway police found the laborer huddled in the corner of the subway platform. He was in a horrible death state, with his whole body rotten and not a single piece of good flesh.
Duan Chengliang discovered the problem immediately, "It's a little different from the information given by the female instructor."
Youxiu analyzed with him: "Well, the story she showed had different characters and endings. The man who went to explore the subway was actually a nearby security guard. He had certain means of self-protection. He did not die in the subway, but Escaped."
"So this indirectly proves that the subway station and the outside should still be at the same latitude." Duan Chengliang was really studying hard during this period. In addition to patrolling, he was also acquiring knowledge.
Read books, watch live broadcasts, and quickly accumulate skills to pass the strange dungeons and "question-answering ideas."
"Good boy, that's right. Not only does this indirectly prove this, but also they must have called for people to do in-depth exploration in the early stage. It's just that they didn't get what the employer wanted, otherwise they wouldn't have hired a new batch."
The number of viewers of Youxiu's live broadcast has reached one million. This is not because she is really good at fighting, but because her live broadcast is free of charge, and the opportunity to watch it is one less time.
Maybe after this time, she will enter the paid live broadcast room.
Is there any newcomer who is so fierce that he is about to break into the top thousand with three copies?
[Barrage]: If I had known I would have been unlucky for my friends to come and see me.
[Barrage]: The number of viewers has exceeded one million. My God, doesn’t everyone need to enter the dungeon?
[Barrage]: I won’t read it. Please don’t read it either. Put down this dungeon gently and try to see the next dungeon.
[Barrage]: The number of people has increased again. Those who say they are offline, get out.
[Barrage]: Why do you want to get in the car late at night?
[Barrage]: It's too late, everyone, go to bed.
[Barrage]: Actually, I came from ***.
[Barrage]: She scolded our brother so badly. I apologize.
[Barrage]: Who is ***?
[Barrage]: He’s the one who really likes gambling and his fans are crazy fans. He has letters in front of his name.
[Barrage]: That’s clear enough. If Xiu’er doesn’t know who that person is, there’s nothing we can do about it.
[Barrage]: Our brother is so good that he even entered the paid live broadcast room.
[Barrage]: Sisters, scold this shameless woman to death.
[Barrage]: Luanyuanluo, what sister, among you, maybe the one you take out is bigger than anyone else.
The identity of the man with strange eyes was just revealed to fans.
On the other hand, You Xiu became famous on the forum only in the past ten days, and is far less famous than the Angel of Country A.
"Is that Angel of Country A giving you trouble?" Duan Chengliang, who studied on forums, knows the representative players better than You Xiu. Angel of Country A is a madman. As long as he has a goal, he will definitely let the other party gamble with him.
