Chapter 86 - Subway Station 13 (V)

After leaving the area where they encountered the old man, Xiao Lan and Luo continued on.

 

On the way they also saw some similar exits, but they were all closed off and the only exit that seemed to be left in the whole station was the one upstairs.

 

A building like a ticket booth appeared ahead, the exterior of which was as old as the station, and from a distance there was a figure with its back to it.

 

Since we are looking for tickets, the ticket booth is of course the easiest place to think of, but looking at this, it seems that it is not easy to obtain the tickets inside.

 

Xiao Lan approaches with caution.

 

Behind the window is a woman in uniform, her hair meticulously coiffed and her head topped with a cap to match her uniform, and when she sees someone approaching, she looks up with a standard professional smile and nods at the two men.

 

It looks like a standard service industry worker.

 

If only she hadn't been only half left.

 

The woman had disappeared from the waist, the break was uneven, as if it had been cut by something rough, and you could see the blood that had turned dark red. She had just "sat" on the chair, which had been stained dark red below. Xiao Lan was close to the window and could smell the stench of blood emanating from it.

 

"Hello, can I help you?" The woman inquired with a standard smile, her face delicately painted with make-up that hid a complexion that had perhaps begun to decay and turn grey.

 

"Excuse me, do you have a ticket?" Xiao Lan asked.

 

"There oh." The woman reached into the break at her waist and pulled two white coin-shaped tickets, almost bloodstained crimson, from it hard, and she raised her hand and held it up to the window.

 

"I can give you the tickets in exchange for just a little something from ......."

 

Xiao Lan looked at the two tickets that smelled bad, the rough way they were taken, and the corpse-spotted hands of the other party, and felt that something might go wrong even if he took them.

 

He took two steps back, "Thanks, but no thanks."

 

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The woman's voice came quietly, "Do you ...... not want to leave?"

 

Xiao Lan did not answer, and after looking inside the ticket booth and noticing that there were no other tickets available, he left without giving her a single look.

 

That back was both cold and heartless, like a scumbag who says he's breaking up with no remorse.

 

The ignored woman: "......"

 

"Boom..."

 

The sound of angry tapping on the glass came from behind her, showing how she was being ignored at the moment, and if she could get out of the ticket booth, she would have beaten these two guys violently.

 

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As the two men move forward, they keep an eye out for tickets around them.

 

In the distance, the train enters the station again, the roar of the wheels so loud that the ground is brought up in a slight vibration.

 

At this point the station blared an announcement, "Please ...... zippy ...... all ...... passengers... ...do not ...... zippy ...... feel free to get on the train ......"

 

The voice sounded very jerky and even a little distorted, like only an old and worn record could produce. In the station, the platform announcement was actually telling passengers not to get on the train, which sounded downright odd.

 

With the announcement, the already not-so-bright lights of the underground station began to flicker, the lights flickering with increasing frequency before they finally went out in an unbearable manner.

 

The entire No. 13 underground station was plunged into darkness, with only the cold wind from nowhere still blowing through, as if invisible and cold hands.

 

Xiao Lan switched on his torch and after only the light of the torch remained, the darkness narrowed the field of vision, bringing with it a sense of unknown dread that immediately heightened the eeriness of the entire station.

 

"Don't get on the train ......" In the darkness, Xiao Lan pondered the announcement he had heard earlier, "The ghosts on the platform seem to be preventing players from getting on the train, but what is their purpose in doing so? "

 

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Although he already knew about the train accident, he didn't believe that there would be such enthusiastic ghosts and goblins in the Advent world that would come specifically to help the players.

 

"Conflicts usually arise as a result of different positions and conflicting interests, perhaps between the station and the train, there is some conflict that we are not aware of." Luo's voice comes out of the darkness, in his usual elegant tone, as if he were sitting at home on the sofa.

 

Xiao Lan also thinks Luo's point is well taken.

 

As he surveyed his surroundings, he said, "Perhaps we'll have to go back to the train again sometime to find out the source of this conflict."

 

"Good." Luo almost never objects to Xiao Lan's decisions.

 

The two men then continued to search the station for clues about the tickets, and in the meantime see if they could find any more information related to the train.

 

Xiao Lan's torch suddenly caught sight of several bowls on the side of the road, full of rice, now long blackened and stale, but with a pair of chopsticks stuck vertically on top of each one.

 

They are just sitting on the side of the road, looking like a pile of incense burners.

 

This is a method only used when worshipping the dead, and is placed as if to greet the spirits that come and go. There is a dense circle of footprints on the ground around the bowl, but they only beat around in a circle, with no sign of walking over or leaving.

 

Xiao Lan's torch shines nearby.

 

Not far away, a figure turned his back, and he stood silently to one side, looking stiff and numb, and not reacting in the slightest to the torch that swept over him.

 

However, he was again standing at a key point in the passage, and if he wanted to advance he would have to pass by him.

 

The two men walked carefully around him, he remained motionless, his grey skin making him look like a stone statue.

 

As I got closer to Xiao Lan, I realised that the man's mouth was constantly opening and closing.

 

Xiao Lan listened carefully, but what he said was: "If you don't wash your feet in spring, you will be bitten by mosquitoes everywhere. I've got athlete's foot and it's itchy as hell. Sir, the special athlete's foot medicine, now the campaign promotion buy one get one free ......"

 

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Xiao Lan: "......"

 

Luo: "......"

 

I guess this guy was a salesman in life, and I wonder what kind of obsession made him unable to forget to sell his special athlete's foot medicine even after his death.

 

The eyes of the two men took on a look of pity that was characteristic of social animals.

 

Bidding farewell to this social animal, they moved on.

 

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"Sand ......"

 

"Sand ......"

 

After walking for a while longer, a sound like a sweeping floor echoed in the darkness from ahead.

 

Who is so dedicated that they remember to sweep the floor in the pitch dark?

 

After a few more steps, the sign for the toilet finally appeared within the light of the torch, and there was indeed a hunched figure sweeping the floor one at a time at the toilet door.

 

She was wearing an old-fashioned cleaner's uniform, her clothes looked dirty and had a lot of black stains on them, and her hair was a bit dishevelled, strands of it looked like they hadn't been washed in a long time and were just casually on top of her head.

 

On closer inspection, two fingers were missing from the hand she was holding the broom.

 

Sensing the approach of the two men, the cleaner's movements stopped and she looked up, her dead grey face lifted in the direction of the torch.

 

She held out her hand with its fingers still intact and gestured towards Xiao Lan's side: "You dropped your bag."

 

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Xiao Lan turned her eyes towards the other side and found a sizeable travel bag on the ground not far away. The logo on the bag looked familiar, and even a poor person like Xiao Lan had heard of this international brand.

 

The bag was bulging, obviously stuffed with a lot of stuff, and even traces of banknotes could be faintly seen through the opening in the zip.

 

Luring is too cheap a move ......

 

It's not that Xiao Lan is deliberately burying her, it's just that this one is by far the oldest trope in this copy, and even in the real world, this found money scam trope doesn't work well anymore, let alone the Advent world where money is of no use at all.

 

Who would be stupid enough to pick up money? Except perhaps Wang Taidi ......

 

Xiao Lan is unmoved, don't try to trick him into picking up the money, he wants to tread firmly on the poverty line without wavering.

 

He shook his head and said seriously, "No, I love poverty, it's the only thing that makes me happy!"

 

Cleaners: "......"

 

Shit, is this guy poor and crazy?

 

Luo says calmly, "I don't need money, I'm not interested in it."

 

Cleaners: "......"

 

Shit! It's great to be rich!!!

 

Seeing that the inducement didn't work, the caretaker tried to say something else, but a figure came out from inside the toilet.

 

"Eh? I'm just going to the toilet, no need for so many people to greet me, right?!"

 

Fluorescent green hair colour with smart hair and leather trousers that glow in the light - it's Di Yifugui.

 

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She was holding a glow stick that shifted between seven colours and looked like she had just come from a concert.

 

Xiao Lan was surprised: " FuGui, what are you doing here?"

 

"Brother Xiao!" Di Yifugui heard Xiao Lan's voice, "I went to the toilet to fix my make-up, the light in the toilet was really bad, I couldn't see with the glow stick for a long time, hahaha!"

 

Xiao Lan fell into silence for a while, not knowing whether to say that she still had the heart to go to the toilet at this time of the day, or whether there was any need to make up for that level of makeup ......

 

This girl has nerves as thick as a steel pipe.

 

At this point, the neglected cleaner spoke up reluctantly, "Have a look ......"

 

Her voice was husky and hoarse, and when she slowed it down it was as hard as the scraping of old metal.

 

Her voice drew her attention, Di Yifugui also looked towards the bag on the ground and was instantly happy: "Eh heh heh, this bag is the same as my neighbour's aunt's bag for groceries!"

 

Cleaners: "......"

 

Damn, this illiterate naive bastard!

 

Auntie Cleaner's face was completely gloomy.

 

As she blushed, the bag began to squirm, a slimy, disgusting scraping sound was heard as a white ball poured out of the bag and rolled to the floor with a "popping" sound.

 

As they rolled, Xiao Lan could see that they were a whole pack of eyes, as if they had been removed from a human body raw, and that behind these eyes were attached a cut of nerves and fascial vessels of some sort.

 

"Have a look ......"

 

"You ...... take a look at it ......"

 

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These eyes poured out of the bag in a steady stream, instantly spreading into a small patch, and murmurs of unknown origin emanated from among them.

 

They seemed to link up as one, one eye stacked up densely, pouncing on the three at a wave-like speed, expanding in the process, with the feeling that they were going to be swallowed alive.

 

"Vomit ...... this is too disgusting ......" smart Teenage girls have aesthetic limits too, and Di Yifugui is a bit overwhelmed by this image.

 

"Run!" Xiao Lan said and turned around and ran as fast as he could. This was a fucking mental attack! One look at him and he felt all the goose bumps coming out of his body.

 

Di Yifugui asked as he ran, " Brother Xiao, what is the weakness of this thing?"

 

Xiao Lan kept his feet, "The eyes."

 

Di Yifugui: "But all that's left of this one is his eyes!"

 

Xiao Lan: "Then why do you ask! You can also step on them if you don't mind and see what they're really afraid of."

 

"Vomit ......" Di Yifugui stole a glance backwards, the increasingly dense image nearly made her throw up and she rushed to cover her mouth.

 

Even Luo, whose face is always unchanged, looks disgusted at the moment, clearly not wanting to have any close contact with these things. It's clear that even soul painters can be unacceptable at times.

 

After a while, Di Yifugui took a breather: "Ouch, Brother Xiao, I just saw an eye with contacts on it!"

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

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