"Huh huh..." Fu Bao gasped for air, feeling like a fire was burning in his lungs. People around him were also panting, one, two...
Huh?
Why is one missing?
He realized something was wrong and hurriedly turned around to look around, and saw Sun Zhong and the gangster wearing a nose ring.
"Where is your friend?" Fu Bao asked hurriedly.
"Isn't it at the back?" The nose-ring gangster was even weaker and was lying on the ground. Hearing Fu Bao's question, he reluctantly raised his finger and pointed, but there was no one behind him.
The empty carriage stretched all the way to the rear of the car, and there was no trace of Huang Mao within at least seven or eight cars.
"Ah?" The nose-ring gangster was stunned, then scratched his head, "It's strange, he was obviously running next to me, could it be that he was caught by a ghost?"
Realizing what he was talking about, the nose ring gangster was trembling with fear, even his teeth were chattering, "No, it can't be right?"
Fu Bao's mind was also buzzing. He rubbed his temples, worried that this was very possible.
So the next question - what will Shihua do if he catches the yellow-haired gangster?
The answer is obvious.
"What should I do?" Fu Bao looked at Sun Zhong.
Sun Zhong also realized the seriousness of the matter. Although they were not acquaintances, they were companions in a certain sense after riding the ghost subway together. Is it possible to give up on him like this?
"Go and save him." Sun Zhong said suddenly. What? Fu Bao looked at the baby-faced policeman.
"Go and save." Sun Zhong repeated.
Sure enough, he was a policeman with an excessive sense of justice. Fu Bao found that although he was a bit impulsive, he was still admirable.
"Okay." He nodded to Sun Zhong, and then took out the black doll from his pocket. At least it was a weapon.
Although he has no idea of becoming a righteous superman, everyone is on the subway. If he keeps running away, he will definitely end up being eaten one by one. While he still has the courage and physical strength, it is the best choice to compete with Shi Hua. The only choice.
"I don't want it." The gangster with the nose ring was so frightened that he cried. Although he had never seen a scene of a female ghost eating a human being, the mere fact that there was a ghost completely gave up his courage.
"Shut up and go ahead." Sun Zhong put his gun against the head of the gangster with the nose ring.
Guns are ineffective against ghosts, but they are certainly effective against gangsters.
The gangster with the nose ring was crying and walking away. He looked really scared, but Fu Bao and Sun Zhong were not in the mood to pay attention to him. They focused all their efforts on how to find the ghost and rescue the yellow-haired gangster.
The three of them groped forward for about five or six carriages, but couldn't find any shadows.
There seemed to be no dust in the empty carriage, and it was so clean that it made people feel panicked.
Everyone's heart is hanging in their throats, and they feel like they are about to suffocate. Although facing the evil ghost is scary, the torture of not knowing where the ghost is and when it will appear is even more maddening.
At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped out from behind a certain seat.
"Ahhhh!" The nose-ringed gangster who was walking at the front collapsed instantly. He turned around and hugged Sun Zhong.
Fu Bao was also startled, and was about to throw the black doll out, but when he took a closer look, the guy who suddenly jumped out... turned out to be a yellow-haired gangster.
"Calm down, bastard." Sun Zhong was also shocked, but the fact that he was hugged by a man made him even more angry, so he hit the head of the gangster with a nose ring with the handle of his gun, and made two "dong dong" sounds. Listening to the sound, Fu Bao doubted whether the gangster with the nose ring would be beaten stupid, but Sun Zhong probably beat criminals like this often, so he would definitely have a sense of propriety.
After being hit twice on the head, the gangster with the nose ring finally calmed down. Looking at his friend, he touched the painful head and asked blankly: "Huang Mao, are you... okay?"
"Of course I'm fine, I was really scared to death. Why are you running so fast?" The yellow-haired gangster was also frightened, and his face was as white as snow.
"Now that we have found the person, let's go back quickly!" the nose-ring gangster said immediately.
Thinking that the female ghost had just chased him from behind, he almost lost control.
Fu Bao and Sun Zhong looked at each other, and both shook their heads. They finally had the courage to face the evil spirit. If they back down now, they will be hunted down next!
"What do you want to do?" The nose ring gangster asked in panic when he saw them shaking their heads.
"We have to overthrow Shi Hua, otherwise we may become her food before the car even stops." Fu Bao said seriously.
"I agree, but...how to deal with ghosts?" Sun Zhong looked at his pistol. This thing is useless against ghosts.
"I have this." Fu Bao showed the black puppet in his hand, "This thing... well, it's a magic weapon used to ward off evil spirits. Ghosts will be afraid of it."
"If you want to kill ghosts, go ahead and do it yourself! Don't drag me with you, I haven't lived enough yet, you brat!" The nose-ring gangster finally figured out what Fu Bao was thinking, and immediately jumped to his feet and yelled, telling him not to die.
"Shut up!" Sun Zhong continued to hit his head with the gun. The gangster with the nose ring was hit so hard that he did not dare to speak anymore.
Sun Zhong stared at Fu Bao again and said firmly: "Come on, it's either death or life!"
"Okay!" Fu Bao also nodded vigorously and planned to fight.
Between being killed by ghosts and taking the initiative to attack, Fu Bao's choice is clear. There is still a little hope in the back, but complete despair in the front. Besides, even if Shihua doesn't come over and eat them as food, as long as the ghost subway never stops, Then sooner or later they will starve to death.
So, fight for it.
With such determination, he took a deep breath, held the black doll tightly and walked at the front. Sun Zhong followed him with a gun. Although the pistol was useless against ghosts, it was also his only weapon;
Two hooligans followed at the end, especially the nose-ring hooligan, but as long as he showed the intention of running away, Sun Zhong would hit his head with a pistol.
They moved forward slowly. The structure of the subway car was simple and everything could be seen. They soon approached the rear of the car and stopped at the front of the penultimate car.
The escape door was still open, and there was endless darkness behind it. There were no poems or paintings, but there were other strange places.
"Look, there is blood on the ground." Sun Zhong frowned.
Fu Bao also noticed that the bloodstains extended across two carriages, looking hideous on the smooth floor. In the bloodstains, traces of hands sliding could be faintly seen, which seemed to be...
"It seems that whoever was dragged away was eating while being dragged away. The guy who was dragged away was desperately grabbing the floor with his hands." Sun Zhong gave his judgment from a professional perspective.
But this judgment makes people feel even more confused and frightened.
Except for the four of them, no one else was seen in the whole train, so the question arose. In this murder case, if the murderer is a poet and a painter, then who is the victim?
The long blood trail was like a mystery, silently placed in front of them, pressing on their hearts, bringing a maddening coldness.
"One, two, three, four..." The nose ring gangster was confused at first, and started pointing his fingers around everyone to confirm that the final number was four, so who was the one who had the accident?
"Shut up!" Sun Zhong broke out in a cold sweat. Of course, he noticed this strange phenomenon faster than the nose ring gangster. After realizing the infinite horror possibilities behind the blood stains, his body kept trembling.
"Maybe...it's a passenger we didn't find." Fu Bao reluctantly made a guess, but he also knew that it was impossible. When they passed by just now, they clearly saw no one.
So whose blood is this? Who did poetry and painting eat? Fu
Bao felt that his endurance was reaching the limit, and he had the urge to scream like crazy.
At this moment, the nose-ring gangster screamed first. He pointed at the roof of the car and shouted, "Ghost!"
Fu Bao jumped away like a spring, stepped back slightly, and moved his gaze upwards - black hair hanging down like a waterfall, blood-stained face and empty and desperate eyes staring at him.
Every time he was stared at by the long-haired ghost, Fu Bao would feel as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. His whole body would send out a crazy alarm, reminding him that if he moved even a little bit, he would be attacked by a fatal attack. This is fear, right? It’s due to human beings’ natural fear of ghosts, but... don’t be afraid!
Standing on the edge of the cliff where one step back would mean death and one step forward might lead to life, Fu Bao roared angrily, "I'm not afraid of you!"
Following the roar, Fu Bao swung the black puppet and hit the long-haired ghost hard on the face.
The long-haired ghost's body hanging on the roof of the subway swayed from side to side and was stunned for a moment. She probably didn't expect to be attacked, but it didn't take long for her to become even more angry. She flicked her limbs from the roof of the subway car and pounced on Fu Bao - —
Although Fu Bao relied on the black doll to beat the long-haired ghost, but as a high school student without professional fighting training, he didn't know what to do except cover his face with the black doll.
