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The passengers who were watching in front of the broken glass windows kept their mouths shut.

The passengers next to these passengers also kept their mouths shut.

Finally silence spread throughout the carriage.

Others who were infected by the inexplicable silence didn't know why at first. After asking the people around them in low voices, they sat tremblingly in their seats. The atmosphere in the entire carriage suddenly became terrifying.

"In ten seconds, it's impossible to get out of the strong light range." Fan Ning, who witnessed the whole process, had solemn eyes.

The extra safety helmets previously only represented the suspected disappearance of technicians. In contrast, this time I saw a passenger disappear right under my nose.

There is indeed something hidden in the dark wilderness outside this train.

An extraordinary monster attacking people or some unknown existence?

But the whole process was too quiet. There was no struggle, no screams, no calls for help.

Fan Ning felt that even the word quiet was not quite accurate. What happened was a mixture of smooth and abrupt contradictions.

Joan whispered from the side: "Is the wilderness in the dark night ahead an illusion? In fact, that gentleman went somewhere else? For example, a mixed zone of appearance and will similar to what we were in the underground building before?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Fan Ning said, "But if there is a problem in the front area, what does it mean that the maintenance personnel just couldn't get the number right? Is there also a problem under the car?"

Normal employee roster, intact maintenance records, and no abnormal storage compartments and cloakrooms for employee belongings at all times.

Another safety helmet is carried in the hands of countless train conductors and workers

After staring at the broken glass and thinking for a while, Fan Ning suddenly felt a strange sense of passage in his mind.

He thought of a possibility, quickly took out a small notebook, tore off a piece of paper, leaned over the table and started writing something.

Sheeran leaned forward curiously, wanting to see what Fan Ning wrote.

As a result, what she saw was not a sentence, but a simple drawing with extremely sparse lines.

In the middle are two large and small nested rectangles, with several irregular fold lines arranged radially inside.

On the left is a circle and a stick figure. A curve runs through the rectangle from the figure and reaches to the right and makes a cross.

Because these patterns were too simple and Fan Ning painted extremely fast, he stopped writing in less than ten seconds.

"Why is the glass here broken?" Suddenly a passenger asked.

"Yes, who did it? Flight attendant, please clean up the debris below." Another person said.

After a moment of trance, everyone seemed to have a handful of fine sand clenched in their minds, flowing back to the surface of the beach.

Fanning's attention was also attracted by the passenger's voice.

The cool night breeze blew in through the huge gap in the glass window, and there were feeble lights in the distance in the black mist.

"What attacked the train?" Sheeran and Qiong immediately became tense.

Fan Ning frowned and looked at the broken window, then looked down at the paper in his hand.

What do you mean by the patterns you just drew?

Large and small rectangles, internal polylines...windows? This shattered window in front of me?

Stickman? Connect to the window and pass through to the other end? ...a fork?

"Is there anyone here just now?" He asked the passenger in the seat, and the man shook his head.

"There's a problem! The patterns I drew seem to remind me that a passenger jumped out of the broken window, and then... something happened? Did he die or disappear?" Fan Ning looked at the simple patterns on his hand, and secretly flashed in his mind. After these thoughts, he gradually guessed his original intention, "...but why didn't I just write down simple words like 'Passengers disappeared through the window'? Although these simple drawings are also very simple, they are written in a series of scrawled strokes. Three or four words might take less time.”

"Lou, go and ask them to count the tickets that were torn off at the ticket gate today."

"Roy, you'd better go back to Car No. 2 and work with the other vocal department chiefs to look after the students."

After arranging things, Fan Ning strode to Vasius' side.

He put his arm around the Special Patrol Office investigator's shoulders and said loudly: "Please try to stay calm, everyone. As you can see now, we may have encountered an incident with supernatural or mysterious factors. It is estimated that some friends have been there before." I have heard of such things in rumors in the market... Well, I happened to encounter them in reality today. Such things are often accompanied by unknown dangers. It is stupid to stabilize the situation by deceiving everyone. You are all in danger. I do not deny this. point."

In the silent and relatively closed carriage, the reverberating effect of Fan Ning's voice was very prominent. Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and even the passengers in the adjacent carriages moved closer to the sides.

Joe Vasius slowly stood up.

This has something to do with Fan Ning's actions, but it has little to do with it - he always has to stand up and cannot always sit in his position.

"But, please trust my boss." Fan Ning changed the subject, still holding his hand on Vasius's shoulder.

In such a silent and tense atmosphere, after hearing these words, Qiong immediately turned her cheek to the back of Sheeran's hair. Of course, she tried her best to look normal and didn't make a sound.

She didn't know how many times she had met Fan Ning, thinking and discussing behind his back how to defend against the Special Patrol Office.

It can be said that Fan Ning is more wary of these investigators than she is of secret organizations, so the word "believe" in Fan Ning's mouth today really made her feel a huge contrast.

Sheeran solemnly whispered in her ear: "You can think that there is no problem. The Special Patrol Office does position itself as the management department of an official organization, and Mr. Wasius is our boss."

Fan Ning continued: "Yes, a few of us are from the extraordinary department responsible for investigating mysterious incidents behind the Police Security Department. We happened to be on this train today, and our boss was hiding among the ordinary seats as always, just for the better. Emergency response to such small-probability incidents.”

"Although the mysterious incident has a terrifying atmosphere and a certain degree of life threat, to be honest, its tragedy or casualty rate may not be comparable to the major railway accidents that you often see in newspapers... So what we encountered may not be Worst case scenario. Please sit in your seat, obey the arrangements, stay calm, don’t move around, and don’t take drastic actions like leaving the train.”

"What you see in many phenomena may not be true. As long as everyone treats it calmly and prevents overthinking, when we solve this incident, maybe the final result will be just a few unlucky guys with poor mental endurance who are left with some mental illness. ." Speaking of this, Fan Ning laughed lightly.

His words faced the problem directly, were true and believable, did not cover up the danger deliberately, and pointed out his reassuring identity, which immediately achieved good results. The standing passengers sat down, and originally shrank in their seats. The body of the passenger also stretched slightly.

Following his glance, several flight attendants immediately began to convey these ideas to other carriages.

Then, these people all looked at Joe Vasius, acting as if they were waiting for instructions.

Fan Ning has been thinking over and over whether this incident was actually related to him, or whether it happened to him by chance, and he was just involved in the investigation and tracking of himself.

So he wanted to see what this investigator wanted to do.

Moreover, there is nothing wrong with his posture. Although every official official with knowledge has the authority to handle mysterious incidents, reporting it to the Special Patrol Office is an absolutely compliant operation.

If Vasius is not pushed to come forward, who should be pushed to come forward?

The focus of the passengers' attention has shifted.

Vasius, who was being looked around by everyone, still had a gloomy look on his face. He took off his top hat and threw it out of the window in front of everyone's surprised eyes!

"Mr. Fanning is absolutely right." Vasius said calmly, "It's a little weird outside. I don't recommend that passengers and friends leave the train for the time being... Then, colleagues who are dedicated to fighting against the mystery, follow me down to investigate the situation and find it as soon as possible. A way to get out after the train returns to normal.”

Fan Ning found that he could no longer guess the thoughts of the people in the Special Patrol Department.

He presupposed several possibilities for Vasius's next move, but he did not expect that Vasius would directly ask to get out of the car and "just let him".

Does this person know the reason for his current situation? Or, at least partially informed?

"Sir, please don't be impulsive." Fan Ning said in shock.

"Yes, I suggest at least checking the entire train before discussing the next action plan." Sheeran also made suggestions from the side.

Only a fool would go down with him.

Not to mention what unknown purpose he has...

The previous suspected disappearance of technical workers, coupled with the record of passengers disappearing after breaking the window and jumping off the train, could already indicate that there was something indescribable outside the train.

Fan Ning's own situation became tense.

Compared with the unknown things that permeate the outside world, Vasius, who is powerful and has been secretly investigating his secrets, is a more real threat.

The two sides seemed to be at odds with each other from the beginning... Were they going to start fighting soon?

But what Fan Ning couldn't believe was that Vasius didn't force himself. He climbed up, shortened himself, and jumped out of the broken window!

Could it be that this person really has a mental problem? ?

Fan Ning took the military bright light handed over by the staff and shined it outside the train.

Vasius patted the dust on his top hat: "Mr. Fanning, I'm too lazy to do anything. You will come down sooner or later."

...What do you mean I will come down sooner or later?

There was something strange and straightforward about this threat, which made Fan Ning feel cold all over.

Vasius, however, had already put on his top hat and walked towards the lights in the distance without looking back.

During this period, Fan Ning on the train kept shining a military bright light on Vasius.

In the bright light of over a hundred meters, his back was always visible, and finally slowly disappeared at the boundary that the light could not reach.

It is difficult to tell whether any of the similar incidents recorded on the previous paper happened to him.

The passengers looked at each other. What's going on? Why did the leader of this extraordinary team leave alone first?

Fan Ning cleared his throat: "For this kind of incident, our preliminary plan is to divide the troops into two groups based on past experience. Sir, we will investigate the surrounding environment. For everyone's safety, we first ensure that the risks in the train are checked..."

He lowered his voice again and said: "Qiong, spread your calm and secret atmosphere along each carriage aisle. I'm worried that the calmness of this group of people will not last long, and there may be another explosive point somewhere."

As soon as he said this, everyone immediately heard fierce curses erupting again from the connection between the carriages at the rear.

There was also a lot of banging on the door.

"What's going on?" Fan Ning walked quickly.

"This guy won't open the door." The fat man in front of him bent his body, covered his lower abdomen with his hands, and his face was full of torment. "It's been at least half an hour. Damn, the severe diarrhea should have come to an end."

"Bang bang bang!"

He pounded on the door again anxiously: "Open the door! If you have any unspeakable reasons for occupying the toilet for a long time, you should respond, right? Did you get cholera and died in there?"

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"Why don't you try to change the compartment first?" Fan Ning said.

"There are more people queuing over there, same problem... Damn it, damn it, open the door! Talk! Open the door!"

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

Fan Ning felt something was wrong, he looked back at the several attendants who followed him and said, "Open it and see?"

With the intervention of professional tools, the fat man soon kicked the door open angrily, ready to have a good argument with this guy who occupied the toilet for a long time without talking, but the next moment he was stunned.

The toilet was empty!

Only the first-class carriage of this kind of direct-discharge public toilet on the train was carefully cleaned. The users in the back carriages were too mixed and the sanitary conditions were not good, but at this moment, not only was there no water and dirt on the toilet and the ground, but there was no odor in the air!

"Are you sure someone is occupying it and won't come out?" Fan Ning said in a strange tone.

"…Could it be…Could it be…the last person has been out for a long time? Maybe I remembered it wrong, there are too many people coming in and out." Seeing is believing, the fat man's tone was a little confused, but then the severe pain in his lower abdomen reminded him, and his face changed, "Sorry, sir, I can't stand it anymore..."

He rushed into the toilet and closed the iron door.

Hearing the various sounds coming from inside, the two girls couldn't help but frown and took a few steps back.

Fan Ning also shook his head helplessly.

People have three urgent things, and when they are in a hurry, their minds are easily confused. He understood the inappropriate behavior of the fat passenger.

The malfunction lasted too long, and as time went on, people's various practical needs for eating, drinking, defecating and urinating also became a thorny contradiction.

He didn't think of sharing the snacks in the first-class seats with the stranded passengers. The reserves were not enough to cover the entire car, and the distribution process was likely to cause greater chaos and contradictions.

Being hungry for a night or even a day is not a very fatal problem, but this toilet...is indeed in short supply.

Fanning glanced at another car in the distance with concern, but when he saw the long queue there, he suddenly realized a problem.

If the fat passenger was indeed wrong and there was no one in the toilet, who locked the iron door! ?

Feeling uneasy, Fanning tried to knock on the door: "Sir?"

No one answered.

"Bang, bang, bang." "Sir?" "Are you okay?"

No one answered again, Fanning made a prompt decision: "Open this door again."

The lock of the iron door was completely scrapped after two attempts, and Fanning kicked the door open with force.

As the creaking sound sounded, the chill ran along the soles of everyone's feet and climbed up their necks.

The toilet was still clean and tidy, and no one was there!

The disappearance phenomenon first occurred under the car and outside the car, and now it started to happen inside the car?