It was extremely quiet in the carriage. I opened my eyes and found myself in a section of the carriage. The night was shrouded outside the window, and I couldn't tell where the train was running and where it was going.
"Where is this?" The sudden voice made my heart skip a beat, and then I realized there was a person sitting across from me. He looked in his twenties, opened his sleepy eyes, and looked confused.
I couldn't answer his question because I seemed to have lost my memory and couldn't remember anything before I woke up. I looked around, and there were more than a dozen people sitting in the carriage. They all seemed to have woken up from their deep sleep, and their expressions were all blank.
Soon, many people were asking the same question.
"where am I?"
No one can answer. The roar of the train still continued, but it made people feel particularly silent inside the carriage.
I couldn't stand this atmosphere and decided to take a walk in the carriage. The carriage soon reached the end and I saw a strange machine. Like an automatic ticket vending machine, gray and white lines intertwine into some kind of pattern, surrounding the black screen, trying to make people focus on the screen.
I stopped and looked carefully at this strange machine. A faint light shone from the screen, and a white light spot flashed in the center, finally showing an image. A silhouette of a person appeared on the screen, his face hidden in the darkness. In the background were countless screens, some flashing constantly, and some glowing with white light. The man moved slightly, and I felt my heart palpitate inexplicably. I always felt that the man was staring at me.
"Welcome to the Late Night Train."
Everyone in the carriage heard the sound and gathered around, asking the figure a barrage of questions.
"who are you?"
"What's the purpose of kidnapping us here?"
"Is this some kind of prank show? The camera must be hidden somewhere!"
After about five minutes, the person on the screen coughed dryly, and everyone suddenly became quiet.
The man spoke: "I know you have a lot of questions, but I am not interested in answering them for you right now. What I can tell you is that I am here to issue you tickets. You can call me the conductor."
"Ticket?" The conductor's words made me confused.
The conductor continued: "My request is very simple, one ticket per story. To put it simply, each of you tells a story that I have never heard. If I am satisfied, you can get a ticket to leave."
There was an uproar in the carriage. Everyone had never heard such a strange request.
"How do we know whether what you say is true or false?" a fat man asked loudly.
"You can doubt me, but do you have a better choice?" The conductor's rhetorical question silenced the fat man. The fast-moving train is like an island from which one cannot escape.
"Anyway, come back to me if you have a story." The conductor was tired of talking to everyone, and the screen flashed and returned to darkness.
I saw everyone returning to their seats. I don’t know if they were thinking about ways to escape, or if they really followed the conductor’s advice and chose to formulate a story.
After an unknown amount of time, the conductor's voice appeared again, "What are you thinking about it?"
A young man opposite me suddenly stood up. He walked to the ticket vending machine and asked, "As long as I tell you a story, will you let me go?"
The conductor replied: "Of course, but you have to remember, it's a story I haven't heard before."
The young man stared at the screen on the ticket vending machine and said slowly: "This story is called - Death Confession."