freenovelworld Chapter 457 [The Train] Da Bao
Chapter 457 [The Train] Da Bao
Among those piercing gazes, one came from the train attendant at the very back of the carriage.
But it vanished in an instant, just a few seconds later.
Nothing happened.
After a brief silence, the other ghosts turned their heads, and the hushed whispers resumed.
"Don't wander off!"
Chen Yuetan's lips twitched as he placed Wusu on his knees.
Beside them, Han Bing was deathly pale, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead.
"call......."
He genuinely thought he was going to see some R-rated content.
He had seen many scenes of people being tortured and killed by ghosts, but to be honest, Han Bing couldn't accept the idea of a child of only a few years old being killed by a ghost.
"Thankfully, nothing's wrong," Han Bing murmured. "It seems that short-distance movement doesn't violate any taboos."
"That's not necessarily the case."
Chen Yuetan coughed lightly, glossing over the matter.
The 13th Bureau was not entirely clear about Wu Su's true identity.
But Chen Yuetan understood that just because the ghosts didn't care about Wusu didn't mean they didn't care about them, because Wusu wasn't considered human.
Previously, in the temple in front of the Ghost Baby's Tomb, he and Chen Ji were almost smashed into mincemeat by the stone tablet, but Wu Su walked around inside with ease.
Wu Su remained silent and took a "prayer bead" out of Chen Yuetan's pocket.
"What's this?"
Han Bing's attention was drawn to it.
"Something from Zhang Qiang's house," Chen Yuetan said. "Liu Yan also has one."
Just as Chen Ji guessed, after being discovered by the ghost, Chen Yuetan escaped from Zhang Qiang's house, delaying the ghost for a while.
But his main purpose was to observe Zhang Qiang's movements in order to find Chen Ji, who had not returned for a long time.
Of course, he never actually ran into Chen Ji.
But Usu had taken the marble away without anyone knowing when.
It was this marble that led Wusu to discover that Zhang Qiang's family had problems.
He had been faintly smelling a medicinal scent mixed with the strange, sweet, rotten smell emanating from the previous photos, and eventually discovered that the source of the smell was marbles.
Once I got my hands on it, I realized it wasn't a regular glass bead that kids play with, but a wooden rosary.
"Can this save your nephew?" Han Bing's expression shifted slightly.
"I don't know yet." Chen Yuetan shook his head: "I'll show Chen Ji another check-up after we get off the bus; there might be some unusual changes."
"Didn't Chen Ji say that the monk in the photo was wearing a string of prayer beads?" Han Bing said, "That should be something from that ghost."
"Two prayer beads, two ghosts..."
His thoughts wandered, and he couldn't help but look towards the positions of Zhang Qiang and Liu Yan's husband.
The two ghosts remained motionless after getting on the bus, staring blankly out the window.
Han Bing turned her head and whispered:
"I have an idea."
"Both of these ghosts had contact with the same ghost in their previous lives. Do you think the prayer beads were left behind by that ghost?"
"Liu Yan also said that her husband was worked to death by ghosts before he died, and that he would become a slave to ghosts after death."
Chen Yuetan nodded.
"Probably."
The root cause of the Zhangzhai paranormal events was the railway construction incident many years ago.
Zhang Qiang died after seeing the unseen ghost; similarly, Liu Yan's husband was directly enslaved by that ghost.
According to Liu Yan's last words, she did so much because she was afraid the car would take her husband away.
Perhaps it was because once her husband got into the car, he was irreversibly controlled by something and completely lost his will.
Then consider the two prayer beads.
So the unseen ghost is very likely the monk in the photo.
"What pyramid scheme?" A strange look flashed in Han Bing's eyes.
"The monk ghost controls Zhang Qiang and Liu Yan's husband, but who controls the monk ghost? The creator ghost?"
After thinking for a moment, he turned his head and looked at Chen Yuetan with a puzzled expression:
Do you think monks actually have a physical form?
"If it's invisible and only exists in photographs, where exactly is its physical form?"
Chen Yuetan did not respond.
A moment later, a dark glint flashed in his eyes as he looked out the window:
"I do not know either."
"But in any case, there must be a reason why it doesn't appear in person..."
........
On the steps leading to the main hall of Montenegro Station.
A chill instantly spread throughout Wei Lan's body.
She slowly raised her head and looked stiffly at Tian Qinghe.
The others present may not have known.
But how could Wei Lan and Tian Qinghe not know...?
Who exactly is this "welder"?
That's a ghost!
He must be dead. He couldn't possibly be alive, otherwise why would he be working here?
"what about you?"
The welder smiled, didn't ask any more questions about his fellow welders, and turned to look at the others.
"......painter."
Wei Lan answered haltingly, then looked up suddenly as she saw what the welder had written in his notebook.
He stared straight at her.
Wei Lan's heart stopped for a second.
A few seconds later, the welder put away his notebook and suddenly said:
"You can go up by yourselves."
"what?"
The old man paused for a moment, then looked at Tian Qinghe with some hesitation, only to see her frantically making eye contact.
Do not ask.
But the welder himself explained, "I'm sorry."
"I suddenly remembered that the TP444 train at 3:30 will arrive a little earlier."
He glanced at his wrist and said, "I'll come back to you in about half an hour."
"Please feel free to let me know if you have any needs."
After saying that, the welder turned around and went back to the platform on his own.
Only a few people remained, looking at each other in bewilderment.
Only after the welder had completely disappeared did Zhang Xuan murmur:
"He doesn't have a watch on his wrist at all."
How exactly does he know the time?
Even though she didn't know the welder's past experiences, this unusual situation still gave Zhang Xuan a chill.
Tian Qinghe did not answer. She looked down at the platform below, then shifted her gaze to the depths of the staircase above.
"Try to stay away from him."
He said succinctly, "To make a long story short, in short, he is not human."
These words sent a chill down the spines of everyone present. Indeed, the train station was not as simple as it seemed.
"What should we do now?"
Wei Lan touched her arm; she still couldn't forget the welder's last look at her.
His pupils were dark and unreadable, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Tian Qinghe glanced at her silently, her mind churning with thoughts.
He had a bad feeling. Judging from the welder's attitude just now, Wei Lan's chances of being harmed were probably much higher than others.
I definitely can't go to the platform now.
But is the lobby really safe?
The probability is very small.
After thinking for a moment, Tian Qinghe decided to go up and take a look, but not go deep into the area.
His experience in the field taught him that rather than standing still and waiting to die, it was better to find a way to survive in a crisis.
The group slowly walked up the stairs.
The child in Zhang Xuan's arms has not made a sound since getting out of the car.
He was no longer the mischievous and unruly person he used to be.
At this moment, he was stunned, as if his soul had been ripped out.
Two images kept swirling in his mind, like a nightmare...
His father turned away.
And the migrant worker in the seat in front of him turned his head 180 degrees and looked down at him with a sinister gaze.
Thinking of this, he shuddered violently, and tears of fear streamed down his face again.
Hot tears dripped onto Zhang Xuan's arm.
She sighed softly.
If this child is lucky enough to get out alive, he will live in the shadow of ghosts for the rest of his life...
She gently wiped the child's face, removing the tears.
"Don't cry, Da Bao."
"Trust the police officer, he will take us out."
"Um......"
The child sobbed as he looked up and silently snuggled into Zhang Xuan's arms.
Zhang Xuan looked at him with a complicated expression, and suddenly, her pupils froze.
My arm went limp instantly.
Her mind went blank as she stared in disbelief at the flushed face, the skin beneath her eyes like torn wrapping paper, revealing raw, bloody flesh.
The gaze slowly moved downward.
The hands that had just wiped the child's cheek...
It's a few pieces of human skin.