The situation is even more serious than everyone imagined, because in addition to traveling with friends, we can confirm whether the companions are around us, there are also many single passengers whose disappearance will not be noticed.

And the most serious thing is that everyone’s mobile phones have no signal, and they can’t even call 112 for emergency calls.

There was a heavy rain outside the station, and it hit the glass and crackled. It sounded like countless mouths were constantly quarreling and scolding, which made people's minds explode.

A passenger looked out the window, as dark as a lonely night light.

"No...no, the ancient city gate opposite is gone!"

"ah?"

"I me I me me I me me my grass!"

"Mom... it's gone... Pinch me quickly, it hurts so much! Damn, it's not an illusion!"

“…”

The young man screamed in shocking voices.

Only then did people start to pay attention to the scene outside the station. Opposite the railway station is the city's landmark and an ancient city gate.

The ancient city gate, which was originally brightly lit, disappeared into the vast black as if it was extinguished.

"No! No!"

"City……"

"Ahhhhhhhh--"

The woman's screams of frightened continued for a while, and then everyone who was attracted to it was silent.

Because they found...

Not only the city gate opposite, but also the lights of the city in the distance disappeared.

More and more people ran to the window, and their faces were rising up with panic. They looked at them with great force, staring at them with great eyes.

The hall was silent.

The inner world has been subverted. You can still tell yourself that you are missing if you are missing, but what is going on in the city?

"Maybe it's haze?"

Someone tried to explain what was happening now, but there was helplessness in his tone.

No one answered him, and no one spoke, panic spreading silently in the dead and restless atmosphere.

Will there be smog in stormy weather?

Everything is still going on, and there is something invisible that is chewing their ability to withstand it.

"What to do? What to do?"

A middle-aged woman with a bloated figure and heavy makeup was picking up her newly made nails: "Lao Zhang, what's going on now? What's going on? Come and think of a solution!"

No response.

The middle-aged woman turned around and looked at her, and there was no one around her.

My husband, who should have been standing next to me, didn't know when he disappeared.

"Old Zhang?"

The middle-aged woman cut her nails, and the thick powder could not cover her collapse: "Who saw my Lao Zhang? Lao Zhang? Where are you? Lao Zhang!"

No one helped, the middle-aged woman didn't care about her luggage and ran out of the waiting room in a panic. The moment she opened her mouth and yelled, she disappeared from the spot.

A middle-aged man walked out of the VIP waiting room with a newspaper. He blew and said dissatisfied: "Why is it so noisy?"

"waiter!"

"waiter?"

No one answered, and he grabbed a passing passenger in confusion.

"Well, do you know what happened? Where did the people at the station go?"

The person he caught was full of panic and was about to explain...

Silently, the man disappeared like this.

The middle-aged man looked at his empty hands, and a living person suddenly disappeared in front of him.

Even though he changed his life, he didn't take such a fast life, he suspected that he was still sleeping.

The passage of time did not take away any fear, and the darkness outside that covered the heaven and earth did not usher in dawn.

The strange disappearance accelerated and continued to occur until there were only a few more than twenty passengers left in a huge railway station.

The bizarre disappearance finally stopped.

Chen Yang glanced at him and habitually ordered the number of people, twenty-four.

Add him and Chao Jian, twenty-six.

Qingcheng Main Station has nine waiting rooms, including those downstairs, those who are checking tickets outside and entering the train station, those who are heading to the platform to wait for the train, and there are also staff and countless people. Now there is only such a little left, all gathered in the fourth waiting room in the chaos.

Twenty-six missioners.

The last mission was seven people, but this time it was nearly four times more, but it was a bad thing.

How many people will die in three days? How many people will die?

Chen Yang's fingers were gravitational, and the tickets with a little sweat were wrinkled, just like vegetable leaves.

"Get the ticket." Chao Jian put away his cell phone and "Come out with me."

Chen Yang put the ticket back into his pocket, took off the baseball cap, handed it into his sweaty hair, and scratched it hard. He used the pain to calm himself down a little, pressed the hat on his head again, and followed the boy with his eyelids hanging down.

Someone overturned the instant noodles and sprinkled the hot soup on the ground. Chen Yang didn't pay attention and stepped on it. The instant noodles mixed with seasonings stuck to the soles of his shoes, dragging them all the way.

Unconsciously.

The corner of the left clothes was pulled for a moment, and Chen Yang stopped to look over there, and saw that it was a freckled girl, pointing at his shoes, and his mouth was ummy.

Dumb?

Chen Yang raised his foot and looked at it. He had no intention of getting rid of the dirt. He squeezed a smile at her through the mask and caught up with the boy.

Now I just step on instant noodles, and I’m afraid I can step on minced meat in a short while.

Chen Yang stood in the wet and fishy toilet, pulled down the mask on his face, revealing his solemn expression: "What have you found?"

At this time, he was sure that the boy was watching news all the way, not because he was idle, but because he suspected that the task was not on the train from Qingcheng to Penang.

I'm browsing about Qingcheng Main Station.

The Internet has memories, and even if it is suppressed or time has been gone, there will still be traces.

Chao Jian rubbed his crutch: "I didn't finish the investigation, the mission began faster than I expected. I could only grasp that there were thirteen passengers who died unexpectedly at this railway station in the past twenty years."

Chen Yang didn't say anything and listened carefully to the information behind.

I feel like listening in English, so nervous that I can't hold it or scratch it.

"Thirteen people have something in common," Chao Jian said.

Chen Yang waited for a long time and didn't wait for the second half. He looked up at the boy and asked, "Why don't you say it?"

He lowered his eyes to Jian and looked at him.

Chen Yang saw a trace of the boy's eyes...

The class teacher is looking at the students' rigorously, inspecting, examining, and expecting to "give you a chance, perform better, don't let me down."

This is for him to think about it himself.

Chen Yang actually never relied on anyone. In the last mission, he trusted this person without any obstacles. The trust was mixed with dependence, which was not a good phenomenon.

This person also made him realize this.

Chen Yang slowly calmed down and began to analyze carefully: "The common point is definitely not the same color as the clothes, they all wore white shoes, carried the same thing in their hands."

"Every passenger in the train station bought a ticket, took his luggage, and had his own destination. They had to go to different cities. If they died, they could not go..."

Chen Yang grabbed the boy's crutch in vain: "The common point is that he missed the train?"

Pull the crutch towards Jian.

Chen Yang did not let go. He didn't know when he started. He would do this when he was too excited, afraid, excited, and so on as long as he was not in the comfortable area.

Catch it quickly and accurately.

Chen Yang didn't care about embarrassment at this moment, and he eagerly verified: "Is it?"

Chao Jian gave him the cane that could not be pulled away, freed up his hand and stretched out a index finger, and poked him backwards the face that was close to his nose.

"Just say it, don't squirt."

He was so disgusted that he even wiped his face and light lips.

Chen Yang closed his mouth and couldn't help but open it: "So, the task is that we will live in the station for these three days and successfully get on the bus at 21:55 on the 18th?"

Chao Jian: "Maybe."

When Chen Yang heard his unhurried tone, he looked at his expressionless face and felt that this possibility was eighty.
To be continued...