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Why did I appear in the carriage on October 30th?

That person is indeed me, he looks exactly like me, but if he is Gao Jian, then who am I?

The question suddenly rose to a philosophical level, and it was the first time I felt such horror.

"Calm down, based on the clues we have already grasped, this train is carrying all dead people, and the carriage number corresponds to the date of death of the passengers." I suppressed the fear in my heart and looked at myself in the vehicle on October 30th: " So, does my appearance in the carriage on October 30 mean that I will die on October 30?"

This is both bad news and good news.

The bad thing is that I witnessed my own death. The good news is that this live broadcast took place on October 29th. I saw myself in the carriage on October 30th. Does this mean that I can survive the eleventh time safely? live streaming?

I will not die on October 29th, but on the 30th. This is like a baseless prophecy, based only on my personal guess.

"It's interesting. This train is getting more and more interesting." I looked at myself in the car on October 30 through the small window in the center of the iron door.

This feeling is very strange. When people face the mirror for a long time, they will find that the self in the mirror gradually becomes unfamiliar. The reason for this phenomenon is that when the brain consciousness is focused on a familiar whole, it will look more and more carefully. , and then concentrate it locally, so it will create a sense of strangeness.

However, I don't have this feeling now. There is a faint voice in the back of my mind that keeps telling me that the person sitting in the carriage is me.

This is exactly the opposite of looking at the reflection in the mirror. The closer I look, the more familiar it becomes.

There are still slight differences between the me in the carriage on October 30 and the me now. The me had my head lowered and seemed to have lost my self-awareness. My face was pale, and my lips seemed to have been soaked in water, sore and swollen.

"The cause of my death seems to be related to water." I wanted to take a closer look, but most of the passengers in the October 29 carriage behind me were already seated, leaving me little time.

"Wait, something's not right." I frowned. After careful observation, I found a lot of abnormalities. For example, the way I dressed in the carriage on October 30 was completely different from the way I am now. I was wearing a black suit, and my arms There is also a white cloth wrapped around it.

Because of my personality, I really don’t like to wear formal clothes. But under what circumstances would I be forced to wear formal clothes?

"What's going to happen on October 30th? I'm dressed like I'm going to attend someone's funeral?"

By this time, I had passed the initial shock, and I kept banging on the car door, trying to attract the attention of the me in the car on October 30th.

I know myself better than anyone else. If that person is really me, no matter what happens to him or how dangerous the situation is, he will not give up as long as there is a glimmer of hope. There should be a possibility for me and him to communicate.

"Bang! Bang!" The iron door made a huge sound, but I still maintained the same posture in the carriage on October 30th, silent and desperate, giving people a feeling of despair.

"This damn train!" I tried to unlock the lock, feeling impatient. I tried for a long time without success, so I had to restore everything to the original state and return to the October 29 carriage.

I sat back in my seat. Between the October 29th and October 28th carriages, all the passengers had already boarded the train. The flight attendant, holding a yellow leather notebook, happened to look up at me while he was here.

I lowered my head with a guilty conscience. I didn’t know if the flight attendant knew what happened in the carriage on October 30th. According to the information I had previously obtained, the flight attendant should have never entered the carriage on October 30th. After all, he came normally. Said, that day has not come yet, no one can imagine that there will be people inside.

"The reason why I appeared in the carriage on October 30th is probably because I am on the train now. I am alive in the carriage on October 29th, and I am dead in the carriage on October 30th. Car No. 1, there is an iron door between life and death. I can see death, but I can't do anything to change it. This train is getting more and more interesting." I know too little about this train, so I can only rely on guesswork and Inferring, I wanted to ask the water friends in the live broadcast room, but the flight attendant was not far away. I was afraid that these unnecessary actions would attract her attention. It would be terrible if she took away the mobile phone from the underworld show.

The flight attendant drew something in the yellow notebook and counted every name. The train started slowly. I was on pins and needles, waiting for the flight attendant to come over.

At this time, no one could count on me. Faced with the coming horror, I slowly calmed down: "If I die on October 30, then no matter what happens today, I should not be in danger of my life. "

What is coming will come, sooner or later, and there is no use in escaping.

After the flight attendant finished counting, he put away his yellow notebook and walked towards me: "Get up and follow me."

Her tone was strong, not a request, but a command.

I was unwilling to use force until the last moment, so I stood up and followed the conductor obediently, leaving the October 29th carriage, passing through the 28th and 27th carriages, and walking to the October 26th carriage. When we were at the door, the flight attendant suddenly stopped. She turned to look at me with some surprise in her eyes: "Why don't you exude the aura of death?"

I paused for a moment and immediately understood that the smell of death the flight attendant was referring to was the strong stench emanating from Lu Wenchang's body.

"The boarding date for each passenger is fixed, which is consistent with the seat. If a passenger leaves the car where he is, his body will not be protected and the life force will escape." The flight attendant said. At the door of the carriage on October 26th, she took out her yellow book and started looking for something.

"Body?" I noticed the steward's words and felt even more confused. According to my previous speculation, this train was carrying all dead people, or more appropriately, all the souls of the dead. How could the soul have a body?

Thinking of this, I expressed great doubts about the significance of this train's existence.

At first, I thought that the train should be a manifestation of the order of heaven and earth. On the ninth day of September, the Double Ninth Festival, the Yang energy of heaven and earth is strong, and ghosts are hiding everywhere, so this train appears under the city and carries wandering ghosts. Hades.

But with constant contact, I discovered that this train was by no means as simple as I imagined. It seemed to hide a deeper secret.

"Dead people, living people, self-awareness, body, soul..." I thought I had stabilized the situation and guessed the content of this live broadcast mission until now, but since I watched it in the car on October 30th, After seeing the numb and silent self, my heart suddenly became confused, and the situation became confusing again.

"Is the destination of this train the underworld? Is there something more terrifying besides the flight attendant?" While I was thinking about it, the flight attendant kept sneering. She looked at my increasingly solemn expression and held me with one hand. His shoulders dragged me into the October 26 carriage.

This was the second time I entered Car No. 26 and my shoulder was grabbed by a flight attendant. She was so strong that I had no way of resisting. If I wanted to escape at this time, I could only rely on the strength of others.

Turning my eyes, I saw the bed where Master Wang was, and slowly came up with an extremely adventurous idea.

I grabbed the flight attendant's arm with my backhand. Her slender, cold arms didn't seem to contain such huge power at all.

"Wait a minute, I want to know where are you going to take me? Will I become the same person as that person just now?" I said it deliberately loudly, hoping that Master Wang on the side could hear it.

"Come with me and you will know."

The flight attendant was a little impatient, but I did not follow her instructions this time. I leaned against a certain bed, grabbed the armrests with both hands, and raised my voice again: "If you don't tell me now, you will definitely regret it if I lose consciousness later." !”

The flight attendant felt confused after hearing what I said. In fact, I didn't say it to her. I was threatening Mr. Wang.

That old fox took the train two days before me. He knew a weakness of the flight attendant, and I was standing next to his bed and yelling, just to tell him, tell me that weakness quickly, otherwise he would not even think about it when I lost consciousness. get off.