After leaving the area where they met the old man, Xiao Lan and Luo continued to move forward.
On the way, they also saw some similar exits, but they were all closed. It seemed that the only exit left in the entire station was the one upstairs.
A building that looked like a ticket booth appeared in front of it. The exterior was as old as the station, and there was a figure facing away from a distance.
Since it is looking for a ticket, the ticket booth is of course the easiest place to think of, but looking at this posture, it seems that it is not easy to get the ticket inside.
Xiao Lan approached carefully.
Behind the window was a woman in uniform. Her hair was meticulously coiled. She wore a hat that matched the uniform on top of her head. Seeing someone approaching, she raised her head and nodded at the two with a standard professional smile.
It looks like a standard service industry practitioner.
If it weren't for her, only half is left.
The woman disappeared from the waist, the fracture was not flat, as if it had been cut by something rough, and blood stains that had turned dark red could be seen. She just "sit" directly on the chair, and the chair below has been dyed dark red. After Xiao Lan approached the window, she could smell a smell of blood coming out of it.
"Hello, do you need help?" The woman asked with a standard smile, her face painted with delicate makeup, covering up her skin that might have begun to rot and gray.
"Excuse me, do you have a ticket?" Xiao Lan asked.
"Yes." The woman stretched her hand into the fractured part of her waist, and abruptly took out two white coin-like tickets that were almost blood-stained in crimson from it. She raised her hand and held the ticket to the window. .
"I can give you the tickets, I just need to... exchange something for a little bit."
Xiao Lan looked at the two tickets that exuded unpleasant smells, the rough ticket-collecting method, and the hands of the other party with corpses, and felt that this ticket might cause problems if they took it.
He took two steps back: "Thank you, but no need."
The woman's voice came faintly: "You... don't you want to leave?"
Xiao Lan didn't answer. He glanced at the ticket booth and found that there were no other tickets. He didn't give her a look, and left without looking back.
The figure from the back was cold and merciless, like a scumbag who said that he had no attachments when he broke up.
Ignored woman: "..."
"Boom—"
An angry slap on the glass came from behind, showing her feeling of being ignored at the moment. If she can get out of the ticket booth, she must beat the two guys brutally.
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As they moved forward, they were paying attention to whether there were tickets around.
In the distance, the train entered the station again, the roar of wheels came, and the ground was slightly shaken.
At this time the station sounded a radio voice: "Please... Zizi... Everyone... Passengers... Don't... Zizi... Get on the train at will..."
The sound sounded very lagging, even a bit distorted, like a sound that can only be made from an old and worn record. In the station, the platform broadcast actually tells passengers not to board the train, which sounds weird.
With the advent of the broadcast, the originally not very bright lights of the subway station began to flicker. The flickering frequency of the lights became faster and faster, and finally went out overwhelmed.
The entire No. 13 subway station was plunged into darkness, and only the cold wind from an unknown place was still blowing, like an invisible and cold hand.
Xiao Lan turned on the flashlight, and after only the flashlight light was left, the darkness reduced the visual field of people, and the sense of unknown fear it brought about, suddenly increased the gloominess of the entire station a lot.
"Don't get in the car..." In the darkness, Xiao Lan thought about the broadcast she heard before, "The ghosts on the platform seem to prevent players from getting on the car, but what is their purpose for doing this?"
Although he already knew about the train accident, he didn't believe that there would be such enthusiastic ghosts who would come to the world to help the players.
"Contradictions are generally caused by the different positions of the two parties and conflicts of interest. Maybe there is a conflict between the station and the train that we don't know." Luo's voice came out of the darkness, or his tone was as elegant as ever. , As if he was sitting on the sofa at home.
Xiao Lan also felt that what Luo said was very reasonable.
As he looked around, he said: "Perhaps, we need to find a chance to return to the train again to know the source of this conflict."
"Good." Luo almost never objected to Xiao Lan's decision.
The two continued to look for clues about the ticket in the station, and by the way, to see if they could find more information about the train.
The light of Xiao Lan's flashlight suddenly hit the roadside. Several bowls were filled with rice. They had turned black and deteriorated long ago, but there were a pair of chopsticks sticking upright on top of each dinner.
They are just placed on the side of the road, looking like a pile of incense burners.
This is the method only used when worshiping the dead, and it is placed here like greeting ghosts. There was a dense circle of footprints on the ground around the bowl, but they only circled around, and there were no traces of coming or leaving.
Xiao Lan's flashlight shone nearby.
Not far away, a figure was facing away, he stood quietly on the side, looking stiff and numb, and he did not react at all to the flashlight that swept on himself.
However, he stood at the key position of the passage again, and if he wanted to move forward, he had to pass by him.
The two carefully walked around him, he remained motionless, his pale skin made him look like a stone statue.
When I got close to Xiao Lan, I realized that this person's mouth was constantly opening and closing.
Xiao Lan listened carefully. It turned out that he said: "If you don't wash your feet in spring, mosquitoes bite everywhere. If you get a Hong Kong foot, it's terribly itchy. Sir, let’s find out about the special medicine for Hong Kong foot. Now the promotion is buying one get one free..."
Xiao Lan: "..."
Luo: "..."
I guess this guy was a salesman when he was alive, and I don't know what kind of obsession it was that made him forget to sell his Hong Kong foot special medicine even after he died.
The eyes of the two of them suddenly brought a peculiar pity to the community and animals.
Saying goodbye to this social animal, they continued to move forward.
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"sand… "
"sand… "
After walking for a while, a sound similar to sweeping the floor came from ahead, echoing in the darkness.
Who is so dedicated, thinking about sweeping the floor in the darkness
After a few steps, a toilet sign finally appeared within the light of the flashlight, and there was indeed a rickety figure at the toilet door sweeping the floor.
She was wearing an old-fashioned cleaner's uniform, her clothes looked very dirty, there were a lot of black stains on them, her hair was a bit messy, and the strands seemed to have not been washed for a long time, just like this casually on her head.
Looking closely, there were two fingers missing in her hand holding the broom.
Feeling the approach of the two, the cleaner's movements stopped. She raised her head, her gray face lifted, and looked in the direction of the flashlight.
She stretched out the hand with still intact fingers, and pointed at Xiao Lan's side: "Your bag is missing."
Xiao Lan turned his gaze to look over there, and found that there was a large-sized travel bag on the ground not far away. The logo on the travel bag was very familiar. Even the poor like Xiao Lan had heard of this international brand Ding Ding. Daimyo.
The bag was bulging, obviously there were a lot of things stuffed, and even the traces of the banknotes were faintly visible from the opening of the zipper.
The trick to lure is too low-level, right...
It’s not that Xiao Lan deliberately buried her, it’s just that the oldest routine in this copy is this one. Even in the real world, this kind of money-picking scam routines are no longer useful, let alone money fundamentals. It is useless to descend into the world.
Who is so stupid to pick up money? Maybe except Wang Teddy...
Xiao Lan stayed unmoved, and didn't want to trick him into picking up money. He had to step on the poverty line firmly.
He shook his head and said seriously: "No, I love poverty. Only poverty can make me happy!"
Cleaner: "..."
Damn, is this guy crazy
Luo Ze calmly said: "I don't need money, I am not interested in money."
Cleaner: "..."
Oh shit! It's great to be rich! ! !
Seeing that the temptation did not work, the cleaner wanted to continue to say something, but a figure came out of the toilet.
"Huh? I'll just go to the toilet, don't you need so many people to greet me?!"
The fluorescent green hair color, the haircut of killing Matt, and the leather jacket and leather pants that shine in the light-are the first riches.
She was holding a light stick that switched between seven colors in her hand, which looked like she had just come out of a concert.
Xiao Lan was surprised: "Rich, what are you doing here?"
"Brother Xiao!" First Fortune heard Xiao Lan's voice, "I went to the toilet and put on my makeup by the way. The light in the toilet was really bad. I couldn't see clearly after taking a light stick for a long time. Hahaha!"
Xiao Lan fell into silence for a while. I wonder if it is really hard to say that she is still thinking about going to the bathroom at this time, or is there any need to make up for the level of makeup...
This girl is really as thick as a steel pipe.
At this time, the neglected cleaner spoke unwillingly: "Let's take a look..."
Her voice was husky and hoarse, and after she slowed down, it was as unpleasant as the rubbing of old metal.
Attracted by her voice, First Fortune also looked at the bag on the ground, and was immediately happy: "Hey hey, this bag is the same as the bag my neighbor's aunt buys vegetables!"
Cleaner: "..."
Damn, this idiot who knows nothing!
Auntie the cleaner's face was completely gloomy.
Along with her face, the bag began to squirm, a sticky and disgusting rubbing sound rang out, and white balls gushing out of the bag, rolling down to the ground making a "click" sound.
As they rolled, Xiao Lan could see that it was a whole pack of eyes, as if they had been taken from a human body alive, and there was a piece of nerve and fascial blood vessels connected to the back of these eyes.
"Let's take a look..."
"You... take a look..."
These eyes kept pouring out of the bag, and instantly spread into a small piece, and whispers of unknown origin came from them.
They seem to be connected as a whole, each eye is densely stacked, as if a wave pounces on the three people at a fast speed, and it is still expanding in the process, and there is a feeling that they are going to be swallowed up.
"Oh... This is too disgusting..." Killing the Matt girl also has a lower aesthetic limit.
"Run!" Xiao Lan turned around and ran, fast. This is a mental attack! At a glance, he felt that all the goose bumps all over his body had come out.
The No. 1 Rich and Noble asked as he ran, "Brother Xiao, what is the weakness of this thing?"
Xiao Lan kept walking: "Eyes."
The first rich and honorable: "But this guy has eyes all over his body!"
Xiao Lan: "Then you still ask! If you don't mind, you can step on it and see what they are afraid of."
"Oh..." First Fortune secretly glanced backwards, the denser picture almost made her vomit out, and she hurriedly covered her mouth.
Even Luo, who has never changed his face, has a look of disgust at this moment, and obviously doesn't want to have any close contact with these things. It can be seen that even if it is a soul painter, sometimes there will be unacceptable pictures.
After a while, the first rich and honorable was a little relieved: "Oh, Brother Xiao, I just saw one eye with cosmetic contact lenses!"
Xiao Lan: "..."