The subway station where you go to work is always so crowded that it makes people question their life. The crowded conditions in the carriages even give people the illusion that not all the people in the city are crowded in the subway - if possible, Song Cheng really doesn't want to
Take the subway at this time.
But there is no way. Under normal circumstances, the "train" will only appear stably on the second train during peak hours. Although there are sighting reports at other times, they are uncontrollable.
The sturdy Song Cheng was squeezed into the crowded carriage, feeling the slowly accelerating shaking of the subway after it left the station. He saw in his eyes all the office workers rushing to the company during the morning rush hour.
The gaps are filled with the mixed smell——
The cages made of steel are filled with squeezed and stacked meat. In the dark underground, one head penetrates into the pipe supported by the concrete, and is transported rumble from one place to another. The artificial light can disperse the "pipe"
of darkness, but in the soil outside the pipeline, darkness and unknown are the true appearance of the underground world.
Song Cheng closed his eyes slightly and kept repeating this association in his mind. He imagined this row of "meat-carrying cages" made of steel drilling through the dark soil, like a weird and blind worm, imagining the soil.
Suffocation hit my face, and there was a rotten smell in the coldness.
He closed his eyes and slowly walked through the crowd in the carriage - the carriage was still crowded, but everyone unconsciously moved out of the way. The tall Song Chengcheng walked slowly to the rear of the carriage,
Then he opened his eyes and took a look.
It is marked on the door that this is the end of Car No. 2, and beyond that is Car No. 3.
In the car behind me, the originally noisy sound gradually subsided. Occasionally, the sound of people talking could be heard, and it was as distant as if they were separated by a thick wall.
Song Cheng did not look back, but casually took out a piece of parchment paper from his pocket. The paper had been soaked in ointment in advance. He put the paper into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and felt the strong and stimulating coldness.
Clear your mind and then move forward.
Passing through the door of Car No. 2, he arrived at a new, empty car.
The previous carriage was crowded with passengers rushing to catch the morning rush hour, but here there was no one.
There are a few old newspapers placed on the slightly worn seats, but the date of the newspaper shows tomorrow.
Song Cheng turned around and saw the words Car No. 16 displayed on the automatic door behind him.
The pungent taste in his mouth gradually spread. He turned around and continued walking forward, passing through the door of carriage No. 16 and arriving at the next section of the train - the next carriage was stained with rust, and the windows on both sides were covered with dirt.
Occasionally, there is a faint flash of light outside the window, but it is not like the lighting in a subway tunnel, but more like a pair of strangely passing eyes, watching this train of steel worms whizzing by in the dark soil.
This is Car No. 12. Song Cheng continued to walk forward, confirming the number of the car as he walked. As he continued to move forward, each car looked more and more weird - some cars
They were filled with plastic mannequins, some carriages were covered with mushrooms, and some carriages even had no ceilings or walls at all, only a bare floor, flying through the undulating and squirming earth pipes.
The numbers of all the carriages are randomly distributed between 1 and 21, and are not arranged in order at all.
A warm candlelight suddenly came into his eyes. The structure of the subway car could no longer be seen in the next car that Song Cheng entered. He stepped into a large wooden carriage. Several beautiful women were dressed in extremely gorgeous and coquettish clothes.
The lady was sitting on both sides of the carriage, chatting animatedly, and letting out sweet and crisp laughter from time to time. There was a light mist floating outside the carriage window, and occasionally street lights flashed by, illuminating the streets of a strange city.
A charming lady noticed Song Cheng who suddenly broke into the carriage. She stood up in surprise and stepped forward to ask Song Cheng's purpose.
But Song Cheng ignored it at all and just looked back at the number on the door: Car No. 23.
He turned and walked back.
A "normal car" with the same structure as a normal subway came into view. The car was spacious and empty, with bright lights and neat and clean seats.
There was only one passenger sitting in the middle of the carriage, near the window. He was holding a newspaper in his hand and his face was hidden behind the newspaper.
Song Cheng turned around to confirm, and after seeing the number 22 written on the door, he exhaled and walked towards the only passenger.
The other party was wearing a dark coat, with a suitcase that was also black at his feet, and a black umbrella hanging on the railing next to the seat.
From the jacket to the box to the umbrella, everything has a weird, rubbery texture.
Song Cheng sat down next to the passenger and gently tapped the newspaper in his hand.
The passenger finally put down the newspaper and looked up at Song Cheng.
It was a smooth and slightly reflective face - like rubber. It looked like a thin middle-aged man, and he was wearing an old-fashioned black top hat that seemed incompatible with modern times.
"Hello," the strange-looking passenger nodded to Song Cheng, his voice trembling and out of tune, but his attitude was quite polite, "What do you want to talk about today?"
The entity, Passenger No. 22, will be generated in the foreign land-train, usually stay in Car No. 22, has reason, can communicate, and even occasionally helps outsiders escape from the foreign land - but under certain conditions, it will also show aggression
sex.
Now, he is very friendly.
"Have you ever heard of the address No. 66 Wutong Road?" Song Cheng asked as if chatting with an ordinary person, "There is a man named 'Yu Sheng' who lives here."
The rubber-like "passenger" shook his head: "The train does not have this stop."
Song Cheng's expression instantly became serious.
Passenger No. 22 knows a lot of information related to "places". Except for some extremely weird or secret "places", as long as he points clearly when asking, he can answer the basic information of almost any foreign land, even if it is millions of light away.
Years away - no matter what, he will point out whether the foreign land mentioned in the question exists and whether it is located within the border area.
But now he said that the train did not have this stop.
In fact, this train does not lead to anywhere, but what passenger No. 22 said "the train does not have this stop" means that he does not know the information about a certain place.
Since the Secret Service files contained information about Passenger 22, no more than one hand has recorded this response.
After a moment of silence, Song Cheng asked again: "What about the person 'Yu Sheng'? Have you heard of this name during your travels?"
“If it’s information related to people, you can ask the ‘storyteller’. He knows a lot of things related to people - he is in the park, telling stories to children there... Do you need directions? I
Can tell you when 'the park' is."
"Thank you, but no, I know where the park is," Song Cheng shook his head. He felt that the effectiveness of the ointment in his mouth was gradually weakening, so he quickly asked the next question, "Is there any recent news in Night Valley?"
"Night Valley...ah, a passenger left there, but I don't know the specific process," Passenger No. 22 said unhurriedly, "If you still want to know what happened after that, I'm afraid I can help.
Not too busy."
"Why?"
"Because this stop has been cancelled."
Passenger No. 22 put the newspaper on his lap and said calmly with his rubbery face.
Song Cheng opened his eyes wide and sat on the chair in astonishment.
This answer never came!
"The train does not have this stop" was at least a reply mentioned in the file, but "this stop has been cancelled"... He was sure this was the first time!
"Why was it canceled?!" he asked subconsciously, his eyes eager.
"Who knows?" Passenger No. 22 shrugged very humanely, "I only know what happens along the train, but what happens outside the line... I don't know."
Song Cheng blinked, feeling that the effectiveness of the ointment was further weakening. Faint voices began to be heard in his ears. He still had some questions to ask, but at this moment, he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye.
The newspaper placed on the lap of Passenger No. 22.
That's the only thing "on" the entity that isn't rubbery, it's really just a newspaper.
The front page of the newspaper was printed with a large black and white illustration - in this era when even the cheapest roadside tabloids were printed in color, the black and white illustration looked particularly retro, and the picture itself was blurry, abstract and distorted, not like
The photos were actually taken on site, but more like crude graffiti painted on the canvas by a poor painter based on hearsay.
In a desolate valley, a huge eye is floating over the valley, slowly moving away.
Below the illustration is the title of the news:
"After the Feast".
"We're about to arrive at the station." Passenger No. 22's voice suddenly came from the side, waking Song Cheng out of his distraction.
Song Cheng suddenly raised his head and saw Passenger No. 22 staring closely at him. This rational entity had already reached out and picked up the umbrella hanging on the handrail. As he stood up, he asked casually: "What's the weather like now?"
Song Cheng immediately restrained his thoughts and observed the entity in front of him very carefully.
Passenger No. 22 brought an umbrella today, but it was dry.
"Today is cloudy..." Song Cheng said.
But at this moment, he suddenly noticed a trace of water on the suitcase of passenger No. 22, as if invisible rain had just fallen on the suitcase.
"But the rain has started to fall," Song Cheng immediately added, "it was the right decision to go out and bring an umbrella."
"Indeed," Passenger No. 22 smiled, and the rubber face made a slight tearing and rubbing sound, "Have a nice trip, and pay attention to safety when you get off the bus."
"Have a nice trip." Song Cheng exhaled, smiled and nodded.
Noisy sounds came from all around, and the heat of human bodies filled the crowded carriage.
Chapter completed!