nycdaug 第458章 （3章合1）【列车】唵嘛呢叭咪吽(第12页)
第458章 （3章合1）【列车】唵嘛呢叭咪吽(第12页)
Chapter 458 (Three Chapters Combined) [Train] Om Mani Padme Hum "Wah—"
The child's cries of pain rang in everyone's ears.
Tian Qinghe was startled and turned around abruptly, only to see Da Bao lying face down on the ground a few steps behind her.
Zhang Xuan, who had just been holding him, now felt as if the bones in her arms had been removed, and her arms trembled and hung limply at her sides.
How did Da Bao fall to the ground?
Before Tian Qinghe could ask a question, she saw the child raise his head, sobbing. Instantly, everyone held their breath, staring in disbelief at the child's bloodied and mangled left cheek!
The gaze slowly moved downwards...
Da Bao's face had just touched the floor.
Half a piece of human skin that had been rubbed off lay intact on it.
Zhang Xuan shuddered.
She looked at her palms, then at the floor beneath her feet, and suddenly everything went black.
It's her.....
She was so startled that she accidentally let go, causing the child to fall to the ground, which resulted in a large patch of skin being scraped off.
Under everyone's frozen gaze, Da Bao reached out, seemingly wanting to touch his forehead, but Tian Qinghe immediately shouted:
"do not move!"
Da Bao's hand froze in shock.
Tian Qinghe immediately gave Zhang Xuan a look, signaling her to speak privately.
Soon, he learned from Zhang Xuan what had just happened, and his heart sank.
Da Bao's peeling started suddenly, without any warning.
This is clearly being targeted by a ghost.
But the welder didn't pay any attention to Da Bao the whole time.
"Dabao," Tian Qinghe thought for a moment, then asked gently, "How are you feeling now?"
"I bumped my head...it hurts a little," Da Bao mumbled, still unaware of what had happened.
"Where does it hurt?"
Da Bao pointed to his forehead.
There was a small bump there, but nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.
All the adults exchanged hesitant glances. Logically speaking, even a simple scratch should cause a burning pain, but Da Bao seemed not to feel it at all.
"It's okay, it'll be fine in a moment."
Tian Qinghe said, "Don't move around yet."
When she turned back to face the other adults, Tian Qinghe's expression immediately turned ugly.
"A ghost is watching us. I don't know who it is, it might be a new one."
"You mean..."
Wei Lan couldn't help but look into the darkness deep inside the staircase.
Is there a ghost in the hall?
"Maybe." Tian Qinghe did not give a definite answer.
Whoever caused all this, this ghost must be a vengeful spirit with extremely deep malice, and it makes no difference between adults and children.
He opened the clue book and wrote down his observations of Da Bao.
[Reddened skin, fragile facial skin that peels off easily with a touch, painless]
[Not an instant death type, (a curse?)]
With a snap, Tian Qinghe slammed the notebook shut. She never expected that the first person to get into trouble would not be Wei Lan, but a child who was only a few years old.
With trepidation, the group slowly made their way up the stairs, and soon they reached the top.
At the end was a half-closed iron gate.
For some reason, as soon as she reached the door, Tian Qinghe felt a tightness in her chest, an indescribable sense of oppression.
He tentatively touched the iron gate, but before he could exert any force, he heard a clatter.
Then a cold, white light shone through the crack in the door.
It's like the motion-activated lights sensed their footsteps.
But how could there be voice-activated lights in a train station in the 1980s?
Tian Qinghe silently withdrew her hand and held her breath. Apart from the sound of the door opening and closing, there was no further movement from the crack in the door.
With its cool white lighting, the interior is so quiet that it doesn't feel like a train station hall, but more like a morgue.
"Alright," Tian Qinghe said, "You all wait here."
"If anything happens, just call me... Hopefully, I can find a way out before the next train arrives."
He set a 20-minute countdown timer on his watch.
The welder had said ten minutes ago that he would come to find them in half an hour, and Tian Qinghe guessed that he might appear with new passengers.
But whether the passengers on the next train are human or ghosts is hard to say.
"Are you sure this is safe?" Wei Lan asked hesitantly.
The others also showed strange expressions.
Tian Qinghe understood that as ordinary people, they certainly didn't want to be left alone outside, but his sixth sense told him that there must be something wrong in the hall.
Without saying anything more, Tian Qinghe shook her head and pushed the door open.
Having been in a dimly lit environment, he squinted to adjust to the direct white light shining down from inside.
This is a typical train station hall from the 1980s.
It was very empty; there were no other passengers.
Terrazzo floor tiles, yellowish wall paint, and a few swaying, cold white light tubes hanging from the ceiling.
Besides that, there was a hot water boiler and several rows of wooden benches with peeling paint.
As the welder said, the exit door was tightly closed.
It was a large vermilion wooden door, with several panes of frosted glass embedded in the window next to it, but it was too dark outside, and you couldn't see anything through the glass.
Everything here seemed to have stopped, enveloped in a dim halo.
A strange thought suddenly popped into Tian Qinghe's mind: Was he really in reality?
Or is it in an old photograph?
But what if this is a photograph?
So who is the subject of the photograph?
Is it yourself?
Or is it the train station lobby?
Or perhaps... someone Tian Qinghe can neither see nor touch?
"it".
Tian Qinghe didn't know who this "it" was, what it looked like, or whether it had a physical form.
Where is it?
In front of oneself?
Or is it behind me?
It's possible that it's sitting on a wooden chair in the lobby.
The gaze is following me.
Of course, Tian Qinghe couldn't see it or touch it, but a shadow suddenly rose in his heart.
Tian Qinghe is now confirmed.
"It" is behind me.
It is looking at itself.
Tian Qinghe suddenly turned her head!
There was nothing behind him.
There were only a few rows of wooden chairs with peeling paint.
Tian Qinghe remained silent for a few seconds.
After a while, he suddenly turned around abruptly and shouted:
"Got you!"
There was nothing in front of me.
There was only one large vermilion gate.
The frosted glass next to it was completely black.
A white piece of paper was pasted on it.
Tian Qinghe's face turned ashen. She ripped the paper off, revealing six characters written on it:
Om Mani Padme Hum
This is the six-syllable mantra of Buddhism.
Tian Qinghe knew that this could prevent evil spirits from harming her and could also eliminate various diseases.
Om Mani Padme Hum
He stared blankly at the six characters, then slowly opened his mouth, about to read them aloud—
Boom!
The vermilion gate suddenly shook violently.
Boom boom boom!
Someone is knocking on the door outside.
The moment the knocking sounded, Tian Qinghe snapped out of her daze, her back instantly breaking out in a cold sweat!
What was he just doing?
No, to be precise, what was he thinking just now?
This was 1985, and he had indeed traveled back in time; but for Tian Qinghe himself, this was reality, so why did he feel this way for no reason...?
Is he in a photo?
Apart from the shaking door, nothing else had changed, but in Tian Qinghe's eyes, this place was now just a dilapidated train station!
In an instant, he felt a chill run down his spine. As a newcomer to the realm, he realized that his mind had not been his own just now, which was why so many terrifying thoughts had arisen.
But who planted this idea in him?
Tian Qinghe's breathing suddenly became rapid. He slowly backed away, staring intently at the vermilion gate.
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The knocking grew more urgent and louder.
A few seconds passed.
The heavy knocking stopped, seemingly because no one responded.
Tian Qinghe's heart leaped even higher, and she immediately shifted her gaze to the frosted glass beside her!
The glass made him feel extremely insecure, because the lights in the hall made it impossible to see outside, but people outside could clearly see into the hall.
really.
After a while.
A series of crisp tapping sounds rang out, like someone tapping on the glass with their knuckles.
"Open the door."
Someone said from outside the window.
The voice is familiar.
Tian Qinghe did not answer; her mind raced as she tried to figure out who it was.
"Officer Tian, it's me."
The person outside the door spoke again.
The name startled Tian Qinghe, and then he suddenly realized whose voice it was!
That man in the suit.
The man in the suit who was on the same high-speed train as them but was later taken away by another train.
He couldn't possibly survive!
Even if he really wasn't dead, he couldn't possibly be outside the hall.
Because the doors to the lobby are locked at night.
Stepping out of the hall, you'll find yourself in Montenegro.
That is to say...
The man in the suit came from the Black Mountain.
Tian Qinghe's expression immediately turned ugly; the strangeness of this whole situation far exceeded anything he had ever experienced before.
It's not scary.
It's more like the bizarre.
It's bizarre, without any origin, reason, or logic.
Even now, he still doesn't understand how a thought that wasn't his own could appear in his mind; he also doesn't know what exactly Da Bao's curse is all about!
Also, the man in the suit was clearly dead, so how did he end up in the Black Mountain?
Thinking of this, Tian Qinghe suddenly got goosebumps all over her body.
Most welders end up dying on trains.
Then he appeared on the platform and became a staff member.
Even the dead man in the suit wanted to enter the Montenegrin train station.
Tian Qinghe immediately understood: some of the people who died on the train remained on the spot as passengers, while others arrived at the station.
Considering that the conductor waited a long time before letting them off the train after it stopped, Tian Qinghe couldn't help but make a guess:
On their train, it wasn't just people who got off.
Is it possible that the ghosts get off first, and then the others can get off the bus?
So, what happened to those ghosts who got off the bus earlier than them? Did they enter Black Mountain?
Tian Qinghe's fingers trembled slightly. At that time, more than one person died on the train.
welder.
A man in a suit.
A young man wearing headphones. And Da Bao's father.
Just then, the incessant knocking on the window suddenly stopped.