infinite danger

Chapter 178

The eight-tailed cat looked at Ji Siwei's face, blinked its eyes, and rubbed its claws with its claws on his face, its eyes lit up: "Ah... this feels so tender."

Ji Siwei: "Bawei, you're gone."

Seeing that Ji Siwei's eyes were getting more and more dangerous, the eight-tailed cat withdrew its claws resentfully.

After putting down Hachio, Ji Siwei raised his hand and touched his cheek, with many questions in his heart.

Could it be that the passengers on this train become younger every time they pass a station?

So what happens when you get to the terminal.

Will he turn into a baby?

Thinking hard.

The drawer must be on this train, and he must hurry to find it.

There are 16 cars in this train, and he plans to check the 15th car he is in first.

"Bawei, little puppet, let's go find the drawer now." Ji Siwei put on his backpack and stood up holding the Bawei cat.

"You...what are you going to do?" The little boy hugged the bloody picture book tightly, staring at Ji Siwei nervously.

Not only did the little boy react exaggeratedly, after Ji Siwei stood up, all the passengers in the No. 15 carriage tensed up, and even their sitting posture became more correct.

Ji Siwei ignored their reactions and started his inspection from the first row.

The passengers who were near the aisle shrank their bodies and tried to move themselves inside, trying to minimize their presence, and stay away from Ji Siwei.

Looking at the obviously fat and puffy passenger who was desperately huddled into a ball, squatting under the table and pushing the table up, Ji Siwei really wanted to tell him: friend, you have successfully caught my attention.

"When the woman in the black dress gets out of the car, she will be more pitiful than a ghost." Holding an old newspaper in his hand and wearing a wide black hat, the man said slowly: "She will at least be tortured for 100 days in the thick fog." Years before we can wait for the next opportunity to get on the bus."

The newspaper and the brim of the hat covered the man's face, Ji Siwei glanced at him casually, ignored him, and continued walking forward.

Ji Siwei didn't know the past of the woman in the black skirt, so he couldn't judge whether she was a heinous person or not.

It's also unclear how the station works, what's in the fog outside the train.

He was just too lazy to kill them all, and he didn't want to be too high-profile.

There was no smell of drawers in the No. 15 car, so Ji Siwei went directly to the No. 16 car.

There are fewer passengers in this carriage. Some of the passengers are looking out of the window, and some are resting with their eyes closed.

There was no reaction after seeing him.

There were no clues in the No. 16 carriage, so Ji Siwei started to walk back.

When passing by the No. 15 carriage, the little boy in the picture book walked a few steps behind him.

As soon as Ji Siwei turned his head, he quickly hid back to his position.

After two more carriages, still nothing was found.

There were no passengers in carriage No. 12, and as soon as he stepped into it, Ji Siwei smelled a faint smell of blood.

The eight-tailed cat lay on Ji Siwei's shoulder and buried his face: "Huya, get out of here quickly, I don't like the smell here."

Ji Siwei patted its head and quickened its pace.

Just as he was about to leave the No. 12 carriage, he stopped and found a strange place.

The passenger sitting in the 11th car was very familiar, and he was sure he had seen these faces in the 13th car.

Ji Siwei's expression became serious, and when he looked back, the scene in the No. 13 car behind him was exactly the same as the "No. 11" car in front, and even the movements of the passengers were exactly the same.

It seems that there is an invisible mirror standing in the No. 12 car, mirroring everything in the No. 13 car.

The eight-tailed cat raised its fluffy face: "What's wrong?"

"There is a problem here." Ji Siwei walked into the next carriage, looked up at the carriage number, and saw "No. 13" written on it, he guessed: "This is not the real No. 11 carriage, but the mirror image of No. 13 carriage." space."

Ji Siwei walked straight forward, and unknowingly returned to the No. 12 carriage.

Eight-tailed cat: "Why can't I go out, met a ghost and hit the wall?"

Ji Siwei said: "It should be a passenger who made a small move. Only by finding him can we crack this space."

There was only the lingering smell of blood in the carriage, and he couldn't feel the breath of other "people".

"Where are you going?"

A hoarse voice sounded from above the carriage.

The timbre sounds young.

With his quiet gaze scanning the entire carriage, Ji Siwei couldn't catch the specific location of the voice: "I'll tell you when you come out."

The hoarse voice said: "I don't want it. After I come out, you must have run away immediately."

A little smile appeared in the corner of Ji Siwei's eyes, and he said lazily, "No."

It may also "educate" you before you run.

"I'm so lonely, can you stay and play with me?" The voice dragged a long tail, as if still sighing: "As long as you promise to stay, I will come out."

Ji Siwei was unmoved, and sincerely suggested: "There is a little boy in carriage 15, you can go and play with him, he still has a lot of toys."

A noose suddenly hangs down from the top of the carriage.

It looked like a rope used for hanging, and there was a very obvious pool of blood in the middle, exuding a dangerous atmosphere.

"What toys does he have?"

The hoarse voice asked again.

Ji Siwei said, "Why don't you go and see for yourself?"

"Susu..."

The mysterious voice didn't speak, a rough rope drilled out of the ground, crawling like a snake, trying to wrap around his ankle.

Ji Siwei raised his foot to step on the rope. It was very strong, and it was still twisting violently, bouncing and crackling on the floor.

"Will you stay and play with me?"

The hoarse voice was like a repeater, distracting Ji Siwei's attention, and another rope flew out from the side of the carriage, wrapping around Ji Siwei's arm.

"Brother doesn't have time to spend here with you." Ji Siwei didn't dodge, but quickly grabbed the rope and pulled it hard.

He heard a sound of metal shattering, and the rope, like a wire dormant under the wall, tore through the thin car wall and extended into the mirrored space.

Several cracks appeared at the junction of the No. 12 car and the mirrored space, and they continued to spread around.

After the crack, is the real car No. 11.

Several passengers were surrounding the gap, looking at him in surprise.

The rope came to the end and was thrown on the ground, oozing bright red blood.

Ji Siwei frowned slightly and threw away the rope.

It just fell to the ground and retracted to the ground like a snake.

"Don't you want to play with me?"

The hoarse voice became mournful, and a face appeared in the noose hanging in mid-air.

Her hair was disheveled, her eyeballs were protruding, her pale little face was covered with scars, a smear of blood was spilling from her mouth, and her long tongue was hanging out.

"It seems that you are quite popular with little ghosts." The eight-tailed cat covered its overly sensitive nose, its eyes were a little worried, and said in a low voice: "Every little ghost I meet wants you to stay and play together."

"I can't afford this kind of liking." Ji Siwei scratched his hair, and looked directly at the terrifying face with black and white eyes: "Listen to me, go to compartment 15 and find a little boy with a schoolbag to play with. It must be nice to meet you."

The ghost hanging on the noose lowered his head, thought for a while, and then said: "Well, if he's not fun, I'll come back and find you."

After speaking, the person and the rope disappeared, and the smell of blood in the carriage became lighter.

The eight-tailed cat changed its position and squatted on Ji Siwei's shoulders, but it found that Ji Siwei's body was much smaller than before, squatting on it always felt like bullying a child, and his conscience ached.

The eight-tailed cat struggled inwardly, and crawled back into Ji Siwei's arms again: "Do you expect him to come back to play with you?"

Ji Siwei: "I don't expect it at all."

"Passengers, please note that the parking station ahead is the second stop. Passengers who need to get off the bus, please bring all your luggage and get ready to get off."

There was an emotionless and not gentle radio sound in the carriage.

The train came to a stop again.

Ji Siwei raised his hand to cover half of his face, and sighed.

After the train stopped, he walked to the door and looked outside.

Below the train is no longer clear water, but a raging flame, which illuminates most of the sky red, connecting with the boundless thick fog, and the picture is extremely magical.

The tongue of fire licked the bottom of the train and jumped up enthusiastically. The scorching breath roasted Ji Siwei's skin and made him start to sweat.

There are countless pale bones piled up in the fire, and the skulls are bouncing in the flames, with their mouths open making a "buzzing" sound, and they can't hear what they are saying even if they hold their breath.

Dozens of pale hands eagerly touched the car door, trying to climb up, but were burned to ashes by the golden light from the door.

There were no white paper lanterns in the dense fog this time, but countless white bamboo hats were suspended.

A black shadow carrying a suitcase walked towards the flames and kicked a skull away.

Walking to the edge of the car door, the black shadow took off the bamboo hat: "Kid, let me go."

Ji Siwei turned his beautiful phoenix eyes, turned and went back to the No. 12 carriage.

This time the stay was shorter, and when the train started again, Ji Siwei noticed that his body was getting smaller again.

This time the feeling was more pronounced, because his trousers had become baggy and were barely hanging.

Something is wrong.

The eight-tailed cat jumped off the ground and looked up at Ji Siwei: "Huya, you are so small."

Ji Siwei smiled wryly, held up his trousers with both hands, and went to the bathroom.

The eight-tailed cat followed behind him very consciously with graceful steps.

The little puppet sits on the back of the eight-tailed cat, rubbing its soft fur happily.

The bathroom door was closed, but it showed no one was inside.

In fact, Ji Siwei was the only living person on the train.

"Ghosts don't have the need to use the bathroom..." Ji Siwei thought so, and pushed open the door of the bathroom.

He was so unprepared to see a white figure crouching in a corner with a mask of red fangs on his head.

Ji Siwei's eyes opened instantly, his mind became extremely clear, and he showed an awkward yet polite smile: "Excuse me, do you want to use the bathroom?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ji Siwei noticed that his voice had become much more tender.

Bai Ying stood up, looked down at Ji Siwei condescendingly, was silent for a moment, and stretched out her hand cautiously...

Ji Siwei thought this guy was going to fight, but it rubbed Ji Siwei's head very gently, and then floated out without saying a word.

The puppet jumped into the air and acted as a translator for Bai Ying: "Master, it thinks you are cute."

Ji Siwei: "..." Who would have thought that he would have today, heh, who will the heavens forgive.

Ji Siwei closed the door and adjusted the belt to the tightest, but it still felt loose.

He had no choice but to pull out the belt, stretched it out in front of the eight-tailed cat, and pointed to a place: "Eight-tailed cat, make a hole for me here."

Eight tails raised its claws and pierced a hole in the belt with its sharp nails.

Ji Siwei thought for a while, then moved his fingertips again: "Put one more here, I'm afraid I won't be able to find the drawer at the next stop."

Ji Siwei fastened his belt and rolled up his trousers and sleeves that were too long.

The author has something to say: Huya, you also have today hahaha