freenovelworld Chapter 433 Peaked Hat
Chapter 433 Peaked Hat
Tsk!
Damn!
Three short and one long, three short and one long—
First came the brakes, then the power went out, and finally the warning horn sounded.
That's the gist of that ghost story!
Wei Lan panicked immediately, but what made her even more uneasy was the time on her phone screen.
It's only 8:10!
She left her seat around 8 o'clock, which proves that she was unconscious for at most ten minutes, and the emergency braking of the high-speed train would take at least eight to ten minutes to come to a complete stop.
Judging from the time, the train should have just come to a complete stop.
In such a short time, it was absolutely impossible for everyone to evacuate from the car.
She tried banging on the door again, but after what seemed like an eternity, she received no response.
It's still very quiet.
Wei Lan knelt on the ground, trembling all over.
She had a vague feeling that maybe not everyone had left...
Everything seems normal outside.
The problem is inside the bathroom, which is why she couldn't hear the noises outside.
Thinking back to the white figure she saw before entering the bathroom... Wei Lan immediately got goosebumps on her arms.
Looking back now, that white figure seems to have only been half a thing.
Why is it only half full?
Was it cut in half?
Thinking of this, the temperature around her seemed to drop even lower, sending a chill down her spine.
As a cartoonist, and a horror cartoonist at that, she has a very good imagination.
Especially in the realm of the paranormal.
In many ghost stories, there are often omens before an encounter with a ghost.
The first problem is being trapped in a certain area, commonly known as "being trapped in a maze".
Secondly, there's the illusion of seeing a snake in a cup, a series of hallucinations that make one suspicious and paranoid, but upon closer inspection, there's nothing there at all.
This is to make people even more psychologically broken.
But the most terrifying one is the last one.
A sudden chill ran through me.
Wei Lan once heard a saying that ghosts have a much colder body temperature than humans, commonly known as "yin cold." If a human senses a drop in the surrounding temperature...
That indicates one thing.
Ghosts are all around you.
Tick.
Water droplets fall from the faucet.
So cold.
Wei Lan's hands trembled uncontrollably. She knelt on the ground, head bowed, staring at the red light cast by the emergency lights.
It was very dark.
And it's getting darker and darker.
Because a dark shadow... was gradually growing larger, gradually blocking the light from the emergency lights.
Wei Lan has powerful backers.
She slowly turned her head, her pupils contracting sharply, unable to tear her gaze away from the corner of the wall.
There was one more person there.
But the bathroom is too small.
Therefore, this person was practically standing right next to Wei Lan.
This made it easy for Wei Lan to spot the other person's snow-white collared shirt and navy blue long skirt.
The good news is that the white figure she saw by the car door was only half there, not because it was cut in half, but because the other person's only clothing was white.
But the bad news is...
Wei Lan's gaze slowly moved upwards, and a chill ran down her spine.
The woman standing behind her had short hair and wore a wide-brimmed hat.
The wide-brimmed hats that flight attendants wore in photos from the 1980s and 90s.
There is also the railway bureau's logo on it.
The flight attendant looked at her, opened her mouth expressionlessly, and tugged at the mole at the corner of her mouth.
It pinched its throat, its voice thin and high-pitched:
"We haven't arrived at the station yet."
Why aren't you in your seat?
......
What just happened was like the end of the world.
The child is crying and the adults are screaming.
Someone was hit on the head by a suitcase and lay on the ground groaning in pain, bleeding profusely; another person, unable to get help, roared angrily and pounded on the sliding door of the carriage.
In the chaotic carriage, only one person remained silent, his face tense.
Tian Qinghe.
With my back pressed tightly against the wall, I made sure I could see every corner of the carriage.
Including car windows.
It was pitch black outside the car.
At this moment, Tian Qinghe was certain that this was definitely not an ordinary high-speed train accident.
What he is experiencing now is almost identical to the story told by Wei Lan.
The only difference was that almost everyone in that carriage was a ghost.
But not here yet.
This isn't a domain; could it be that someone has opened up the Netherworld?
But if it's the underworld, why did that ghost story appear in the 1980s?
Tian Qinghe's heart was beating faster and faster. In a daze, he remembered something Chen Yuetan had once mentioned.
Before searching for the large tomb, Chen Yuetan had encountered a ghost in the mountains of southern Yunnan that used a missing person poster as its face.
This has nothing to do with any ghosts or spirits; it's extremely rare. It's a ghost invading reality.
While I was pondering this, suddenly, an extremely piercing horn blared throughout the entire carriage.
Woo, woo, woo, woo—
Three short and one long!
This is a warning sign!
The entire carriage fell silent for a second, then someone murmured in a trembling voice, "What on earth happened?"
"Has the train derailed?"
“If we had gone off track, we would be dead by now,” Tian Qinghe said.
He let out a heavy sigh, suppressing the unease in his heart.
Assuming everything unfolds as the story suggests, you'll eventually encounter the "breathing" mountain, and then the flight attendant ghost will appear.
As an official, he instinctively stepped forward and turned on his flashlight.
One, two, three... There were eight people in the carriage, including him.
"Calm down, everyone."
Tian Qinghe reached into his pocket, quickly pulled out an ID card, and flashed it in front of everyone: "I'm a police officer, listen to me—"
"The train will start again, and it will be very fast. Now everyone is back in their seats."
He turned to look at the man who had been banging on the door: "Including you."
"The door couldn't be opened before the call came in."
He had already tried, but the electric door leading to the next carriage was stuck and couldn't be pushed open at all.
Through the glass door, the carriage in front was pitch black, and you couldn't see anything.
"What do we do now?" the man roared. "So much time has passed, and no one has come to check!"
He was holding a little boy in his arms, the same child who had been frightened by Tian Qinghe earlier. The boy's head was bleeding, and he was crying loudly.
"It's only ten minutes."
Tian Qinghe opened her phone: "But I can tell you now, you'd better pray that no one comes."
It's hard to say whether what came was a person or a ghost.
Although no one knew what Tian Qinghe meant, the solemn tone in which he said those words sent a chill down everyone's spine.
"We have to get out of here!" The child's father suddenly collapsed, holding his child and muttering helplessly, "Dabao's head is smashed open, and there's no doctor here. The blood keeps flowing..."
He looked around blankly, his gaze finally landing on the safety hammer on the wall.
"Don't break the window," Tian Qinghe said immediately. "It's more dangerous outside the car than inside."
"Are we just supposed to hide here and wait for rescue? There's no cell phone signal! What will happen to my child?"
Hearing the man's irrational roar, Tian Qinghe sighed. Just as he was about to step forward, he heard a woman's voice from the corner:
"Um... I have a first-aid kit..."
A female college student wearing jeans came out, adjusted her glasses, and her hands trembled slightly.