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Being looked at by this inexplicable feeling of gaze, Fan Ning's heart was beating fast and his hands and feet began to become cold.

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The temperature difference between day and night in the countryside in summer seems to be much greater than in industrial cities. Several people wearing thin skirts or thin shirts in the carriage clearly felt the coolness of the night breeze.

Fan Ning's spiritual sense followed his sight, penetrating through the dark fog surrounding the train and looking straight into the distance.

There seemed to be some buildings and lights there, but because they were quite far apart and the visibility was extremely low, they were basically in a state of insignificance.

eyes...gazing...

Why do you feel like this again?

Just before I learned about Kaplan's condition, I was talking to him about command issues.

So it led to the same over-inspiration as last time?

This sense of gaze comes and goes as quickly as something in the air breaks and reorganizes, the dancing black mist becomes stagnant, and the restless distant lights return to their feeble state.

The light of first acquaintance ignites, and invisible threads of inspiration stretch into the warm air everywhere behind you. Clothes and shoes become warm and dry, and the warmth returns to your skin in an instant.

"Caron, 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." Fan Ning sat back on his sofa, "It took a while, but it's not an uncommon situation."

In previous lives, trains were delayed, and there were only a few more outrageous situations than this. A few hours was nothing, there were still more than ten hours, or even more than twenty-four hours.

Xilan also spoke softly: "We are not in a hurry to get to the Imperial Capital right away, right?"

Joan knelt on the sofa, moved her body closer to Fan Ning, and supported the top of the sofa with her arms: "But, I am really hungry... Our original plan was to enjoy the first meal at Fort Santalan at around six o'clock. Meal to make up for the fact that Chinese food was treated too casually on the train, but it’s already past seven o’clock.”

Fan Ning turned to look at her and said puzzled: "Aren't you always enjoying snacks and drinks?"

“Their function is primarily to relieve boredom rather than fill the stomach.”

"It's strange, there are no problems with the power components." Lu frowned and climbed the stairs back to the carriage without saying a word, accompanied by the conductor behind him muttering in a low voice.

Fan Ning asked: "Didn't you send a telegram?"

"It's been issued, parking space occupancy warning, technical troubleshooting assistance, all have been issued." the train conductor replied.

At this time, Lu finally realized that something was wrong: "What's going on? No one responded to the technical call for help except for the technical fault. Why did it stop for so long and no other trains passed by here?"

He took out a roll of maps from under the duty platform, spread it on the table and unfolded it, and everyone gathered around it.

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

"Gogol Town?" Fan Ning followed the movement of Lu's fingers and carefully observed them, and after a few seconds he uttered a surprised sound.

Then Fan Ning looked up and saw Xilan and Qiong looking over with equally surprised eyes.

Is it such a coincidence? Something happened and we stopped here?

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

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

"Mr. Fanning, is there anything wrong with your pocket watch?" Roy's voice came from the connection between carriages 1 and 2.

Seeing her pursed lips, her face pale, and her eyes filled with 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.

I saw that 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, just like someone was twisting the knob forward evenly.

...The pocket watch is broken? How could everything be broken? Fanning was in disbelief.

"Hurry up and ask the maintenance people below to come up and lock the doors and windows first. There is something wrong 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 working on the track.

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

After these disgraced technicians got on to Car No. 1, the conductor quickly closed the door tightly.

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

"What's wrong?" Lu asked.

"Mr. Adair... It seems, there seems to be one missing..." The train conductor felt a chill rush to his forehead.

"One is missing??... Who is missing? Is he still under the car and not coming out?" Lu raised his eyebrows.

He holds a high position, so it is naturally impossible for him to remember the faces of all the flight attendants, nor do he know their names.

"It was quite quiet around, but the shouting was quite loud, and everyone was lying close to each other. This shouldn't be the case..." The train conductor's eyes were filled with confusion and fear. "There were originally 15 technicians, who was missing? What was the position responsible for? The name seemed to be Ge, Ge... Is it??" The more he spoke, the smaller his voice became. First it became a single syllable, and then gradually only his lips moved.

"You can't even figure out the names of your employees?" Lu glared at him unhappily. "It's okay if you don't remember the names, but you don't even know what positions they are responsible for?"

The train conductor stood there dumbfounded.

"What about you?" Lu looked around at the group of technical workers. "Which colleague is missing? What's his name?"

Everyone looked at each other.

... Could this group of people have mental problems? Could it be that they added one more at the beginning and then scared themselves? Fanning, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the scene in front of him in confusion.

Lu felt his blood pressure gradually rising.

As an outstanding graduate and a senior regarded as a role model by everyone, he became the person in charge of the first station to receive the St. Lenya Symphony Orchestra to perform in the imperial capital. It would be fine if there were any accidents, and it would be bad luck if they encountered probabilistic events... But the emergency response capabilities and professional level capabilities demonstrated by his subordinates were really too embarrassing.

A train conductor can't even figure out the names and positions of his subordinates?

"I suddenly don't wonder why this train is like this. You don't have to work after you go back today."

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

He must have been confused by this series of accidents and his memory was abnormal.

He walked back to his workbench quickly as if he had found a savior, and when he returned to carriage No. 1 again, he held a light-colored booklet in his hand.

"Morgan Attlee." "Here!"

"Zibron Wall." "Here."

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

...

The short roll call and response ended quickly.

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

He counted the lines again and again, and the black and white words were written clearly.

From the 15th person, it was the crew service personnel.

Lu folded his hands across his chest, leaned to the side, and looked at him coldly.

The conductor put his white-gloved right hand on his forehead. After a moment of thinking and recalling, the expression on his face gradually changed from the initial disbelief to confusion, and finally to self-blame.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Adair, I'm really sorry, I don't know why I was confused just now, it's 14 people, yes, the technicians of the train group have always been these 14 people."

Fanning felt something was wrong.

A conductor wouldn't be so confused about such a low-level problem.

"Let me see your maintenance ledger for this month."

Half a minute later, he began to look through the forms and focused on the signatures of the "maintenance personnel" in the rightmost column.

Everything is normal, there are no blanks or gaps.

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

"Normal, sir, this is a rough statistics, and changes below 1 decimal point are not reflected."

Fanning nodded.

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

I always feel that something is wrong.

Fanning asked the conductor to take him to check the employee's work card and the storage room for personal belongings.

Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this guy's psychological quality is too poor, and he panicked when counting the number of people.

But people with poor psychological quality are indeed not suitable to be train conductors. Fanning thought so, and his eyes swept over the 14 technicians who were still standing in a row in the carriage.

Then his hair stood up suddenly.

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

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

The tall and thin man, who was stared at by everyone, 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 conductor rushed forward.

"I... I don't know." The tall and thin man stammered, with confusion in his eyes, "I have held it for too long, and I have been holding it in my hand. I forgot who gave it to me... It should be someone who asked me to hold it for him temporarily. Did one of you..." He hesitated and looked up at the others.

Then he saw that everyone was still wearing a safety helmet on his head.

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

The train had stopped for more than three hours due to the fault, and there was no explanation. Some passengers could no longer bear it and quarreled with the crew members who were explaining and comforting each car.

Being hungry and having to queue for the toilet are not big problems at the moment, but some people have important matters to attend to, such as going to the imperial capital for meetings, banquets, exhibitions or concerts, to do business with clients, or to transfer to other counties. Now all their trips are ruined.

Some passengers who are familiar with the train route or carry a map with them also know that the current location of the fault stop is quite close to the small town of Gogol.

And the lights can be seen in the distance. So as this information spreads, some people began to ask to get off the train. They want to walk a few kilometers into the city and then take other trains that stop here.

It's better than staying in this broken train and waiting for an unknown time, right?

Another objective reason for this emotion is that the environment in the back carriage is not as comfortable as that in carriage No. 1, and there is no such thoughtful service and delicious snacks.

But the crew locked the windows and doors.

Joe Vasius, an investigator from the Special Patrol Office in carriage No. 5, still sat calmly in his seat.

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

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

How to find a starting point?

I know some relevant hidden knowledge and have certain resources, but most things are still unknown to me.

Vasius, who was thinking about the next move, saw Fanning and his group coming over.

"By the way... I forgot that this investigator was also in the car." Fanning and his eyes met again, and at the same time, he whispered to remind his companions.

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 Patrol Office and the relevant intelligence of this investigator, Fanning has vaguely realized that he is investigating things related to himself and the Sound Series Fragment. Just as he was thinking about how to deal with him next-

"Bang!" "Clang--" knocking sounds and glass shattering sounds rang out.

"Sir, please calm down!" "Sir, it's dangerous outside the car!"

Several flight attendants were shocked to see a hot-tempered passenger who was in a hurry to go to the capital to discuss business. He directly smashed the car window with his belt buckle and threw his briefcase out.

Before they could make any substantial dissuasion, the gentleman who was cursing had jumped out of the car window, picked up his briefcase, and strode towards the lights in the distance in the south.

"Sir, please calm down, come back first, it's dangerous ahead!" The flight attendant shouted loudly at the broken glass and shone the flashlight in his hand.

The illumination distance of the beam was only 10 to 20 meters. The gentleman did not even 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 persuade, change to a military high-intensity light."

A few seconds later, a technician squeezed forward and shone a brighter and farther light, illuminating a distance of more than 100 meters, and then repeatedly swept around.

On the land of the countryside, there was nothing except the ridges and ditches, crops and haystacks.

The shouts of several crew members stopped abruptly.

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