musicians of old

Chapter 190 The Man Who Disappeared (4K [-]-in-[-])

Being sized up by this inexplicable sense of gaze, Fanning's heart was pounding, and his hands and feet began to gradually become cold.

In summer, the temperature difference between day and night in the countryside seems to be much greater than that in industrial cities. The few people in the carriage wearing thin skirts or shirts clearly feel the coolness of the night wind.

Along with his vision, Fanning's spiritual sense pierced through the dark fog around the train and looked straight into the distance.

There seemed to be some buildings and lights there, but due to the distance and the extremely low visibility, they were basically in a state of non-existence.

eyes... gaze...

Why is this feeling again?

Just before I learned of Kaprun's condition, I was talking with him about command issues.

So leading to the same over-inspiration as last time?

This sense of gaze came and went quickly, as something in the air broke and reassembled, the dancing black mist became stagnant, and the restless distant lights also returned to their feeble state.

The light of first acquaintance is ignited, and the invisible thread of inspiration extends into the warm air behind you. The clothes and shoes become warm and dry, and the skin returns to warmth in an instant.

"Caroun, I...I feel that the current scene and atmosphere are very similar to those ghost stories just now..." Joan's voice sounded a little frightened.

"It's just a malfunction." Fanning sat back on his sofa, "It's been a while, but it's not a rare situation."

In the previous life, the train was late, and there were only a lot more outrageous situations than this. What a few hours, there are more than ten hours, or even more than twenty-four hours.

Xi Lan also spoke softly: "We are not in a hurry to get to the imperial capital right away, are we?"

Joan knelt on the sofa, moved her body closer to Fanning, and propped her arms on the top of the sofa: "But, I'm really hungry... Our original plan was to have our first meal at Fort Santaram at six o'clock Meals, to make up for the regret that Chinese food is treated too casually on the train, but it is already past seven o'clock."

Fanning turned to look at her puzzled and said, "Haven't you been enjoying snacks and drinks?"

"Their function is mainly to relieve boredom rather than to fill the stomach."

"It's strange, there are no problems with the power components everywhere." Lu frowned, and without saying a word, he climbed the steps and returned to the carriage, accompanied by the murmur of the train conductor behind him.

Fanning asked, "Didn't you send a telegram?"

"It's been sent. The warning for parking space and the technical help for the fault have been sent." The train conductor replied.

At this time, Lu finally realized that something was wrong: "What's the matter, let alone the faulty technology, no one responded to the call for help, why did it stop for so long, and there are no other trains passing by here?"

He took out a roll of maps from under the duty platform, spread them out on the table, and everyone surrounded them.

"According to the current itinerary, we should be near this area." Lu said.

"The small town of Gogol?" Fan Ning followed the trajectory of Lu's fingers to observe carefully, and after a few seconds, he was surprised.

Then Fanning looked up and saw Sheeran and Joan looking over with the same surprised eyes.

Is it such a coincidence?Just happened to stop here?

"It's here, but it's not like here..." Lu thought to himself, "There are more hills in the distance, fields nearby, some ancient city walls and forts, and the river has just been seen. The terrain features are consistent. But the small town of Gogol is a stop, and there was no stop just now, and it has been a long, long time since the last stop."

"Or is it still a few kilometers away? There is nothing but black fog on the west side of the travel direction, but there are faint lights in the distance on the south side in the vertical direction. This looks like a small town, but the railway tracks should pass through the small town of Gogol. That's right, why is it in the suburbs of the city?"

"Mr. Fanning, is there any problem with your pocket watch?" Roy's voice came from the junction of No. 1 and No. 2 cars.

Seeing her pursing her lips tightly, her face turning pale, and her eyes full of fear and anxiety, Fan Ning instinctively had a bad premonition.

Several people took out their pocket watches one after another, and then their expressions changed drastically.

The three hands on the dial were all moving counterclockwise. The overall speed was moderate, and there was still a gradient of hours, minutes and seconds, as if someone was turning the knob forward evenly.

...the pocket watch is broken?How could it all be broken?Fanning couldn't believe it.

"Hurry up and ask all the maintenance personnel below to come up and lock the doors and windows first. There is a problem with this place."

Fan Ning's words reminded Lu and several flight attendants around him.

"Come out, hurry up, hurry up, just go this way." The train conductor began to urge the technicians who were still busy on the tracks.

"You guys hurry up and go to other compartments to explain to the passengers." Lu also began to give orders.

After these disgraced technicians got on the No. 1 compartment, the train conductor hurriedly closed the door tightly.

These people wearing helmets, holding wrenches or carrying tool boxes stood in a row. For the next three minutes, the train conductor counted the number of people five times silently, and then his hands and feet began to tremble.

"What's wrong?" Lu asked.

"Mr. Adair...it seems that there is one missing..." The train conductor felt a chill go straight to his forehead.

"One is missing??...Who is missing? Is it still under the car?" Lu raised his eyebrows.

He was in a high position, so it was naturally impossible for him to remember the faces of all the flight attendants, and he didn't know their names.

"It's pretty quiet around here, the shouting is quite loud, and everyone is not far away, it shouldn't be..." The train conductor's eyes were mixed with confusion and panic, "There are originally 15 technicians, who is missing, What is the position responsible for... The name seems to be Ge, it is Ge... is it??..." As he spoke, his voice became softer, first it became a monosyllable, and then gradually only his lips were moving.

"You don't even know the names of your employees?" Lu glared at him angrily, "It's fine if you don't remember the names, and you don't know what position you are in?"

The conductor stood there dumbfounded.

"What about you?" Lu Huan looked at the group of skilled workers, "Which colleague is missing? What's his name?"

Everyone looks at me, and I look at you.

...This group of people, can't they have mental problems?Could it be that one was missing at first, and then I scared myself?Fanning, who was leaning on the sofa, looked at the scene before him suspiciously.

Lu felt that his blood pressure was gradually rising.

As an outstanding graduate, as a senior who is regarded as a role model by everyone, I became the person in charge of the first station to receive the Saint Lania Symphony Orchestra to perform in the imperial capital. The emergency handling ability and business level ability displayed by people are really embarrassing.

A train conductor who doesn't even know the names and positions of his subordinates?
"I suddenly don't wonder why this train is like this. You don't have to do it after you go back today."

Hearing Lu's words, the conductor stood blankly for a while, and then his eyes lit up: "Employee roster, yes, look at the roster and click again."

I must have been in a trance by this series of accidents and lost my memory.

He walked quickly back to his workbench like a savior, and when he returned to the No. 1 car again, he held a light-colored booklet in his hand.

"Morgan Attlee." "Here!"

"Sibron Wall." "Here."

"Donahue Norris." "It's me."

……

The short roll call and response ended quickly.

"14?" The conductor's eyes widened, he shook his head vigorously, and looked at the roster several times, "Isn't it 15?"

He counted the lines over and over again, writing clearly in black and white.

Starting from the 15th person, it is the flight attendant.

Lu crossed his arms and leaned aside, looking at him coldly.

The train conductor put his white-gloved right hand on his forehead. After a while of thinking and recalling, the expression on his face gradually changed from disbelief to bewilderment, and finally to self-blaming apology.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Adair, I'm really sorry. I didn't know why I was confused just now. There are 14 people. Yes, the technicians of the train crew have always been these 14 people."

Fanning faintly felt something was wrong.

A train conductor wouldn't even be able to figure out such a low-level question.

"Take your maintenance ledger for this month and let me see."

Half a minute later, he began to flip through the forms, and focused on the signature of the "maintenance person" in the far right column.

Everything works fine, no gaps or breaks.

"Why are there a lot of equal data in these several date periods?" He pointed to the ledger and asked the train conductor.

"Normal, sir, this is a rough statistic in itself, and changes below 0.1 decimal point are not reflected."

Fanning nodded.

He checked this because he gradually realized that the situation tonight might not be a simple malfunction. After experiencing so many mysterious incidents, his vigilance level has risen a few notches. It is not ruled out that there is something unknown under the car that can erase people's memories. exist.

I always feel that something is wrong.

Fan Ning worriedly asked the train conductor to take him to look at the badges of the employees and the storage room for their personal belongings.

In the end he breathed a sigh of relief. It might be that this guy's mental quality is too poor, and he panicked when counting the number of people.

But people with poor psychological quality are really not suitable to be train conductors.Thinking of this, Fan Ning glanced at the 14 technicians who were still standing in a row in the carriage.

Then the hairs suddenly stood on end.

"What is that in your hand!?" Fanning asked aloud.

Everyone looked in the direction of Fanning's finger, and saw the tall, thin man with dirty clothes, a safety helmet on his head, a huge wrench in his right hand, and another safety helmet... in his left hand.

The tall, thin man subconsciously raised his left hand and stared at the safety helmet in his hand for a long time.

"Where did you get this helmet?" The train conductor rushed forward.

"I...I don't know." The thin and tall man murmured, his eyes were confused, "I've held it for too long, I've been holding it in my hand, I forgot who gave it to me... Someone should have asked me to temporarily hold it for him I see, are you no one..." He faltered and looked up at the others.

Then saw that everyone still had safety helmets on their heads.

Before everyone had time to ponder the feeling of this matter carefully in their hearts, their attention began to be attracted by the noisy noise from the carriage behind.

The breakdown has been stopped for more than three hours, and there is no explanation. Some passengers couldn't bear it any longer, and quarreled with the flight attendants in each compartment who were explaining and appeasing.

Hungry stomachs and toilet queuing are not a big problem at present, but some people have important things to do, such as those who go to the imperial capital for meetings, banquets, exhibitions or concerts, business appointments with clients, and those who need to transfer to other places. County, this trip is all in vain.

Some passengers who are familiar with the train route, or have a map with them, also know that the location of the faulty stop is very close to the small town of Gogol.

And the lights were visible in the distance, so as this message spread, some people began to ask to get off the train. They wanted to walk a few kilometers into the city and then catch other trains that stopped here.

It's better than staying in this broken car and don't know when to wait, right?

Another objective reason for this kind of emotion is that the environment in the back compartment is not as comfortable as that of No. 1 compartment, nor is there such thoughtful service and delicious snacks.

But the crew members locked the windows and doors.

Special Patrol Investigator Joe Vassius in carriage 5 was still sitting calmly in his seat.

He ignored the restless passengers around him, stared at the black fog outside the car window and the looming lights in the distance, and kept playing with the concert tickets in his hands.

It seems that the intuition and inspiration of "Yan" before were correct. Following Fan Ning and them on this train, they encountered a mysterious incident.According to the speculation I made based on the information before, it seems... there is a certain possibility of matching?

How to find the starting point?
I understand some related hidden knowledge and have certain resources, but most things are still unknown to me.

Vassius, who was thinking about his next move, saw Fanning and his party approaching.

"By the way... I forgot that this investigator is also in the car." Fan Ning and his eyes met again, and at the same time reminded his companion in a low voice.

what is this?His deliberate design?Or is the law of entanglement of secret history at work?

Through the previous series of actions of the Special Inspection Office and the relevant information of this investigator, Fan Ning has vaguely realized that he is investigating the matter related to himself and the audio fragments, and just as he is thinking about how to deal with him next——

"Bang!" "Clatter—" knocking and glass shattering sounded.

"Sir, calm down!" "Sir, there is danger outside the car!"

Several flight attendants turned pale with fright, and saw a violent passenger rushing to the imperial capital to discuss business, smashed the window glass with his belt buckle, and threw the briefcase out.

Before they could make any substantive dissuasion, the cursing gentleman jumped out of the car window, picked up his briefcase, and strode towards the far lights in the south.

"Sir, please calm down, come back first, there is danger ahead!" The flight attendant shouted at the broken glass and shone the flashlight in his hand.

The lighting distance of the light beam was only [-] to [-] meters, and the gentleman did not turn his head, and his back gradually disappeared into the night.

A few seconds later, Fanning's spiritual sense suddenly felt something was wrong.

He turned his head: "Hurry up, continue to dissuade, and change to a military strong light."

A few seconds later, a technician squeezed forward, shone a beam of brighter and farther light over a distance of more than [-] meters, and then repeatedly swept around.

On the rural land, there is nothing but ridge ditches, crops and haystacks.

The shouts of several flight attendants stopped abruptly.

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