Falling into the darkness of Car No. 9, a commotion of fear suddenly arose among the crowd. Some screamed, some held their heads and howled, and some even panicked and shouted for help.
For a time, the various emotions of the crowd were on display. The last time the lights went out, someone died inexplicably.
The remaining passengers will be afraid that they will follow suit. At this time, Zhang Fan did not notice that the steward and the flight attendants came to comfort the passengers, and even the speaker on the top of Car No. 9 was not making any sound.
It was as if he turned a blind eye to everything that happened here. What's left is that the air is getting colder and the smell is getting stronger and stronger.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief when the imaginary supernatural attack on him did not happen.
At this time, the lights in the originally dark compartment No. 9 were turned on again, the temperature rose rapidly, and even the pungent rancid smell receded like a tide. The lights were turned on. Zhang Fan was not afraid of attracting the attention of the surrounding passengers and did not He put the coffin nails back into the system backpack and stuffed the bronze coffin nails into the right cuff. As long as there was any disturbance, Zhang Fan would take out the coffin nails in an instant.
"Sure enough, it happened!" The white-haired old woman, who had been keeping her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes and looked forward, her expression showing bitter melancholy.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Fan stood up from his seat and looked into the distance. He was a little surprised to find that no one seemed to be dying this time.
Is it possible that the number of murders committed by the evil ghost is random? Or is it not that the murder occurred after the lights were turned off.
Hearing the old woman's voice, Zhang Fan turned his attention to her. It seemed that she knew some secrets about everything that happened in front of her.
"Let me tell you a story!" Zhang Fan sat down again, and the white-haired old woman sighed mysteriously.
"Mother-in-law, tell me!" Zhang Fan took out a box of cigarettes from the system backpack, handed it to the white-haired old woman, and said with a smile.
"It's a long story..." The white-haired old woman took the cigarette from Zhang Fan and accepted it without any politeness. Then she took out one, put it in her mouth, and looked at Outside the window shrouded in darkness.
While the white-haired old woman was preparing to tell a story, the naughty and naughty little fat boy also calmed down and sat on his seat, tilting his head as if listening.
"Five years ago, most trains actually didn't take this track, but another one in the mountains!"
"Five years ago, on a late night with howling winds and pouring rain, a train called Serenity had an accident on another mountain track and hit the mountain, causing the train to crash and killing everyone. Many people, it is said that in that car accident, the entire train was burned to the ground by fire, and many passengers did not escape."
"Because the car accident scene was located on the mountainside more than 20 meters above the ground, the rescue process was very difficult. I heard that when people found the bodies of the passengers who died on the train, many of their bodies had been burned. Together, it’s impossible to separate!”
"But the relevant departments, in order to reduce their responsibilities as much as possible, chose to conceal the specific number of casualties. They just found dozens of corpses and then delivered the job, and they buried the remaining corpses on the spot... Let it go."
"These buried bodies were discarded like garbage, and even their names cannot be known... Their relatives are still waiting for news about them at home..."
"After all, there was a car accident. In the following years, the track was abandoned and completely deserted, and no one was allowed to approach it. The passengers who died silently eventually became deformed because of their heavy grievances. It has become a terrible ghost and has been lingering near that track for a long time!"
"As long as someone approaches, the ghosts of these passengers will appear, drag the souls of those living people into the abyss, and become scapegoats to suffer for them..." The story of the white-haired old woman ends here. He stopped suddenly, with an indescribable sadness on his face.
Zhang Fan could clearly feel her sadness. Could this old woman be a relative of those fierce ghosts, or their friend?
That's not right. The car accident occurred on another track, not their track. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be situations where ghosts hurt people.
In other words, the person who killed the passengers in Car No. 9 might be a ghost disguised as a living person.
However, so far, Zhang Fan has not discovered where those ghosts disguised as living people are.
"Hehe!" After the old woman finished telling her story, a voice full of ridicule suddenly sounded. Zhang Fan followed the sound and found that it was the little fat boy covering his mouth and snickering.
Seeing this, Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. The white-haired old woman told a ghost story. Not only was this naughty kid not afraid, he was still laughing. Could it be that he was a living person disguised as a ghost?
Maybe, he might be a fierce ghost, and only in this way can he play tricks on others unscrupulously. Thinking of this, Zhang Fan suddenly woke up.
"Don't be afraid, young man. My story is actually not scary! Since there are passengers who died here, you might be able to go outside and ask the conductor to come over and check on the situation!" The white-haired old woman exhaled a puff of smoke and smiled. He looked at Zhang Fan and said.
"Go outside to find the steward?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment. The old woman's words reminded him that he would arrive at the No. 8 station in a while. Maybe he could take this opportunity to get out and go to the No. 8 carriage.
"Young man, your cigarettes taste very good. Anyway... thank you, mother-in-law!" The white-haired old woman thanked Zhang Fan. The smile on her face looked very kind, which made people easily fall in love with her. Good impression.
"Hmm... Okay, let me go take a look!" Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully, stood up from his seat, and walked to the aisle.
But just when he was about to take a step, some memory suddenly appeared in his mind, which made him freeze on the spot and made no move.
Because he seemed to remember that the conductor just now told the people in Car No. 9 through the loudspeaker to tell them to stay in their seats and not to move around at will.
This sentence seems very ordinary and ordinary, as if it is for the sake of passengers, but in fact if you think about it carefully, you will find that it is a warning.
Previously, the system had warned that people who disobeyed the conductor's will would be kicked off the train, and the passengers who were kicked off the train would die.
The system said this sentence very quickly at that time. If Zhang Fan hadn't paid careful attention, he might have ignored it subconsciously.
Now that I think about it, it seems that this is really the case. The story this white-haired old woman told him was very vague and out of outline, a bit confusing. It seemed that the purpose of doing this was to get Zhang Fan to leave his seat and go to the corridor.
There must be something wrong with this white-haired old woman. She is most likely a fierce ghost like the mother and son of the little fat boy.
