ebookland Chapter 342: Ghost Train, Manchukuo Train No. 304
Chapter 342: Ghost Train, Manchukuo Train No. 304
Chapter 342 Ghost Train, Manchukuo Train No. 304
Northeast, Baishan Station.
The train platform was empty. The autumn night was a little chilly, and a thin mist condensed in the air, making it hazy.
Conductor Zhang Wensong was wearing a black coat and his leather shoes squeaked as he walked across the platform, making a particularly harsh sound in the night.
He glanced at his watch. It was 11:47. If he remembered correctly, train K1124 should be about to arrive at the station.
But when I looked at the track, there was still no movement.
Is it late?
Zhang Wensong stamped his feet, and suddenly an inexplicable chill crept up his back. The strong smell of coal slag penetrated his nose, making him frown.
"What does it smell like..."
Zhang Wensong fanned the air with his hands and looked around, but there was still no sign of a train on the track.
But the smell in my nose became stronger and stronger, and very strange, like a stale smell mixed with gun oil, horse manure and frozen soil, as if it came out of an old photo from the last century, and it was incompatible with the modern world.
As he was puzzled, the fog grew thicker, from as thin as a cicada's wing to as thick as rice paste, and even frost condensed on Zhang Wensong's eyebrows.
"It's awfully cold! Why is it suddenly so chilly?"
Zhang Wensong wrapped his coat tightly, not understanding why the weather had suddenly become so cold. It shouldn't be this cold at this time.
Bang, bang, bang—
Suddenly, the sound of a train entering the station was heard on the tracks.
Zhang Wensong could only put aside the thoughts in his mind and looked around. The platform was still empty. There was not a single passenger waiting for the train?
However, before he could think about it, Zhang Wensong suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the sound of the train entering the station!
When a normal train enters the station, there is a very continuous roar.
But the sound that appeared was definitely not that of a car, but rather a sound like tons of rusty gears grinding on sleepers.
Zhang Wensong turned his head and looked into the fog. Two lights were shining in the thick white fog.
But what made him feel creepy was that the light was not the regular cold light of LED, but two red ghost eyes that seemed to be bleeding!
Soon, a train with a bronze plaque on its front drove into the platform.
When Zhang Wensong saw the words on the bronze medal, the hairs on his body stood up and he opened his mouth in horror, speechless.
On the bronze plate on the front of the train, it was clearly written [Manchurian Railway No. 304]!
The train pulled into the station with a rotting smell of rust. Zhang Wensong could clearly see that the rust spots on the body of the train where the green paint had peeled off looked like hideous, scabbed wounds.
There were no lights on in the train compartment, it was pitch black and completely covered with black cloth, so I couldn't see what was going on inside.
The only thing that could be seen were the ice crystals condensed on the curtains, casting a chilling chill on the window glass.
sizzle...
Suddenly, a chaotic electric current sounded from the walkie-talkie. Zhang Wensong subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but the sound that came out next made his outstretched hand freeze.
"Mine... Corpse Bodhisattva... Open your eyes... Everyone will perish..."
A sobbing, female voice came from the intercom.
The sound was like crying and laughing, eerie and strange, as if someone was lying next to your ear, blowing cold air into it continuously.
The electronic clock on the platform began to tick frantically, time kept changing, and finally stopped at a number -
19: 43!
Zhang Wensong's knees went weak and his whole body was trembling. He looked at the dilapidated old train in front of him and sat down on the ground.
Tread-tap-
The sound of riding boots hitting the ground could be heard in the fog.
Several dark figures appeared at the end of the platform. They were wearing yellow military caps and coats, and one could clearly see the copper cherry blossom collar badges on the stand-up collars of their coats.
Zhang Wensong widened his eyes in horror. At this moment, he would rather not see so clearly.
Because as several dark shadows approached, their appearance gradually emerged from the fog.
The rotten face was covered with dark brown corpse spots, the lips were cracked to the ears, the gums were sewn with blood and steel nails, and the lower jaw opened and closed, making a clicking sound like rusty iron rubbing against each other.
"Fengtian..."
Moss began to grow in the cracks between the floor tiles. The clean and tidy platform seemed to be corroded by time, and in the blink of an eye it became dilapidated, old and rusty.
Faced with such a strange and terrifying scene, Zhang Wensong peed his pants instantly. He screamed and, not knowing where he got the strength from, crawled away using his hands and feet.
"Ghost! Help!"
In the early morning, Baishan Railway Station was blocked.
Less than an hour later, several buses that went everywhere arrived at the train station.
But two hours later, Ma Sheng, the old man of the Hui family, led his disciples to the train station and entered the platform.
After seeing the train, Old Master Ma's face changed immediately. He left his disciples outside and entered the train alone.
Less than ten minutes later, Old Master Ma rushed out of train No. 304, looking like a madman, and shouted:
"Don't alarm the corpse Bodhisattva! Don't alarm the corpse Bodhisattva!"
Baishan Station was then completely closed and no vehicles or personnel were allowed to approach.
Gao Lian, the head of the Northeast region, quickly reported the news to the headquarters, which was in the hands of Zhao Fangxu.
Guan Shihua, one of the Ten Lords, did not move at all.
After receiving the news, Zhao Fangxu immediately convened a board meeting. After the meeting, he immediately called Zhang Wuling.
"Director Zhao, are you looking for me?"
Zhang Wuling pushed open the office door and looked around curiously, only to find that there was no one else there except Director Zhao.
Zhang Wuling naturally knew about the meeting this morning. Being called after the meeting meant something big must have happened.
As expected, Director Zhao's face looked very ugly, and he looked so gloomy that he almost darkened.
"sit."
Seeing this, Zhang Wuling did not laugh. He sat down on the sofa and waited quietly for instructions.
Director Zhao came over with a computer and placed it on the table.
"Last night, a big thing happened at the Northeast Baishan Railway Station."
"A train from the puppet Manchukuo era mysteriously appeared at the station. The company sent people to investigate, but all those who had boarded the train were never seen again."
"Later, Old Master Ma from the Hui family also boarded the train. When he emerged, he was already mad..."
"The entire train station is now blocked off. Gao Lian, the Northeast Director, said they can't resolve this issue and requested support from headquarters."
While listening, Zhang Wuling watched the video recordings and pictures on the computer.
Even if you are not at the scene, you can still feel a strange atmosphere coming towards you.
Unlucky, evil, ominous...
But all the videos and photos only show the exterior of the train, with nothing about the interior.
Zhang Wuling finished reading it and said, "So, Mr. Zhao, you want us scavengers to investigate this matter?"
"Yes." Director Zhao nodded. "You scavengers are the sharpest blades of the company. If I don't send you on this matter, I'm afraid others won't be able to handle it, and they will die in vain."
"Okay, then when do we leave?"
"The sooner the better. We need to resolve this matter as soon as possible and get the train station back to normal."
"I understand. I'll gather everyone and set off now."
"Okay, Gao Lian will be in charge of receiving you when we get to the Northeast. If you need anything, just tell him directly."
"OK."