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In the night, a long train, pitch black as ink, was running slowly on this abandoned railway track!

Fanning felt that his whole state was a little unreal at this moment. Google search reading

Could it be that he really encountered such an inexplicable and unreasonable street anecdote?

So what to do? …Seeing that this ghost train was not moving fast, as they said before saying goodnight to each other, should they knock on the door of the next guest room first?

Fanning was thinking rapidly in his mind, and suddenly he found a scene that made him extremely terrified!

On the suburban road with a wide view, under the faint light of the gas lamp, the backs of two girls in dresses were running towards the railway track!

"Crazy? Sheeran, Joan, are you two crazy?" Fanning roared suddenly.

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…No, then I will go up with them. He didn't care about the height of the floor, and directly fastened his open pajamas, turned over and climbed onto the desk. Just as he stretched out his hand to push open the window——

The whole arm went straight through the glass window!

Fanning suddenly felt something in his heart, and he lightly rushed towards it, with a ripple of water. He rushed out of the hotel building, flew into the air, and got closer and closer to the running backs of the two little girls.

The surrounding scene began to fade, the night was dark, the gas lamp reflected the light green of the grass, the orange of the farm window, the dark brown of the railroad tracks, the water green and red of the skirt all faded to pure white. When Fanning swooped down from the night sky, and his outstretched fingers were about to touch Xilan's back, everything suddenly peeled off.

What I saw was a dazzling light.

The sunlight at seven o'clock in the morning on a summer day was already particularly dazzling, sparse and fine dust was flying in the air, and the floor was shining like glass.

Fanning stretched his body, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the bright and warm suburban mountains and the abandoned railway tracks, and fell into deep thought.

"Could it be that the witnesses of the so-called 'ghost train' just had a dream like me? Is it the same principle as the 'dream man' incident? It's not possible..."

Fanning, who was holding the steering wheel, still had doubts in his eyes.

He understood how to create a "phantom man", but could he also create a "phantom car"?

If the old police officer's explanation of the Smiths' youngest son jumping on the train and disappearing can be explained as hysteria, then what happened to the inexplicable sense of déjà vu when I felt a pair of eyes on the rails when my inspiration for composing became high last night?

It is not ruled out that I have been exposed to too much hidden knowledge recently and my mind is not stable.

All day on Saturday, Fanning drove deeper into the southwest and wandered in the mountainous area near the border of Santaranburg.

Every time he arrived at a small town or village, the police security system cooperated. Several people also took advantage of the rest time after dinner to find some old people to understand the situation, but until they checked into the hotel again at night, no one said they had heard of the place name "Vaznay Town".

Although the area was not exhausted in such a short time, most of the high-priority places were visited.

Joan suggested several times to turn back early, but Fanning dispelled her concerns. On that day, the attitudes of several people gradually tended to relax, and even spent relatively more energy on choosing a place to eat.

It was just the episode of staying in the small town of Gogol the night before that made Fanning fall into thinking and doubt from time to time.

On Sunday morning, the driving route was changed from southwest to northeast. After returning to the small town of Gogol, the car was filled with gas, crossed the abandoned railway track vertically, and changed to heading north all the way.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, everyone felt hungry, so Joan started a discussion again about where to enjoy lunch.

The terrain in this area is mostly plains and hills. The sun is still bright, and the scenery along the way is not bad, but the population density is sparse. Occasionally, you can see a scattered farm getting closer and closer to the car, and then far away from the back.

Fanning dismissed Joan's proposal: "According to the map, this place should not be far from the town where the Langefni Almshouse is located. It would be a detour to find another town temporarily... You have more food in the car now than when you came here. Let's hurry up, we still need to return to Uvransel today."

Choosing a corner with dense shade on the rural road, Fanning pulled over to the side of the road, turned off the engine, and reached out to take the sandwich cake handed by Hiran.

The three of them began to concentrate on sweeping snacks and drinks. While eating, Joan suddenly raised her head: "Carlon, why did you choose such a place to stop and eat?"

"What place did I choose?" Fanning asked.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Hiran subconsciously looked further out of the car window, and saw that there were patches of tombstones on the gentle hills.

So Fanning suddenly realized: "This is normal, which means we are about to reach the workhouse. I remember that there are many workhouses in this area on the map."

Shilan was surprised: "Why?"

Fanning explained: "In the approximately fifty years after the introduction of the Poor Law Amendment in 834 New Calendar, the mortality rate of the workhouse staff remained high. The authorities often favored the adjacent large cemeteries in site selection and planning. On the one hand, the large cemeteries are far away from the central city, which conforms to the upper class's requirements for the sanitation of the living environment. On the other hand, this greatly reduces the transportation cost of corpses..."

"Of course, this notorious law has been abolished for nearly thirty years. After a tortuous reform process, the Urban Poverty Law now guides the work of poverty relief. It is said, just said... The conditions of the workhouse have undergone fundamental changes, but most of the previous addresses are still in use, and the new planning and site selection still have these two considerations..."

After a short rest after a full stomach, the car continued on the road and arrived at the Langefni Workhouse at around two o'clock.

This is a large building built on the east side of the town. The four-story gray brick main building and the other three walls enclose a large area. Several chimneys protrude from the inside, and farmland and chicken coops are scattered around.

"Ding--" Fanning honked the horn twice.

Although the arrival of the crowd did not greet them in advance, the black and shiny car stopped at the door. Soon, two staff members in gray vests trotted out and politely asked about their purpose.

Fanning rolled down the window and showed his ID.

The two staff members quickly divided the work, one went to notify the person in charge, and the other opened the metal gate with wrought iron patterns.

The car drove directly into the square inside the workhouse.

From a distance, Fanning saw a gentleman in formal clothes taking off his hat and greeting the windshield, and several managers stood behind him.

So his eyes froze for a moment.

He was wearing a thin black suit and leather shoes, had a small mustache, and smiled. The limited edition Gugova belt had a gorgeous metallic texture and stretched his abdomen tightly.

An acquaintance.

The person who greeted them turned out to be Julius's father, Stanley, the owner of the Jinlangnia Machinery Factory.