Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 424: The last train

I looked at Feng Minglong: "Can you tell me in detail?"

He hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the surveillance camera above his head: "I'm sorry, we have rules, we can't just disclose this to outsiders."

"You are the staff of the subway station, and we are the passengers. If someone really committed suicide in this place, how can I rest assured that my daughter will come here to take the subway?" Get something useful out of your mouth.

"Okay, but don't go out and talk nonsense, it's actually not a big deal, we don't want to say anything, but we are afraid that the image of the subway station will be misunderstood by outsiders." Feng Minglong looked around, and the evening rush hour had already passed , There were not many people in the subway station, so he just sat next to me, turned his head and whispered: "It's been about a week, and I happened to be on duty that day. Since our subway station is the last station in the northern suburbs, it usually closes. It’s relatively late. Normally, the service stops at 11:00 p.m. and the door closes at 11:20 p.m. The situation was special that day. A man left his purse in the subway station. Yes, he said the same thing as you Came to pick him up. He didn’t get on the train, and I didn’t know what time I got into the subway. I knew he had been dawdling until the subway was out of service before leaving. But who would have thought that when the subway station was about to close, he ran back and said I left my purse here."

"What happened next?" The others were just excuses, I couldn't figure out the inner meaning of Feng Minglong's words, and his expression was calm.

"Then that person rushed into the tunnel. If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have known that there was a dead body hidden deep in the tunnel." Feng Minglong seemed to recall something terrible, his pupils shook violently a few times After taking a breath, he resumed and continued: "It's too miserable. There may be three of them. I didn't dare to look carefully. At that time, my legs and feet were weak from the fright. After all, it was the first time I saw a corpse."

"You called the police?"

"It wasn't me, it was the man who came to look for the purse." Feng Minglong had lingering fears: "He was later taken away by the police, and three or four police cars came that night and took the body away in a blue protective bag. The explanation is that the bodies died by suicide."

"Do you know the name of that weird man? Or is there anything special about his appearance?"

"It's very ordinary, nothing special." He thought for a while before he said: "The only strange thing is that he looked a little flustered, and would mutter a few words from time to time, something is about to fail, the Buddha is calling him Wait."

"Buddha? Did you hear me right?" I took out a low-quality cigarette as if nothing had happened, and began to ponder. Could these suspected suicides be a trick of the Double-faced Buddha?

"It is indeed so in terms of pronunciation." Feng Minglong patted my hand politely: "Sir, smoking is prohibited here."

"Oh, sorry." I put away the cigarette case: "In addition to these, has anything else happened?"

"It's nothing, but watching the surveillance, I can find that after the subway station is closed recently, there are always people sneaking in. The surveillance can occasionally take pictures of people, but there are no shortage of things in the subway station. Do you think it's strange? "Feng Minglong was a little helpless: "There are many silly legends about the subway circulating on the Internet. I suspect that some netizens deliberately came to make fun of it."

"Well, it's possible." I nodded and didn't continue to ask. I've already got a lot of information through the conversation just now: "This live broadcast is very restricted. It seems that I need to plan carefully."

Looking at the dark tunnel, I leaned back on the chair and took two newspapers from the free newspapers to cover my face.

"Poor parents all over the world." Feng Minglong got up and stood up, and shouted at me again before walking far: "Sir, what's your daughter's name, maybe I can help you find it together when the train pulls in."

"Thank you, don't bother."

"The passenger is God, this is what we should do."

Feng Minglong seems to be a naturally warm-hearted person. I frowned slightly, and poked my head out from behind the newspaper: "My daughter's name is Lufeng, and my name is Luxing."

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It was ten forty in the blink of an eye. I looked at the timetable of the subway train, and the last train would be in ten minutes.

After waiting for a long time, I did not show any signs of agitation. This made Feng Minglong, who had been secretly watching me from a distance, feel a little worried. My various behaviors did not seem to him like a person picking up his daughter. He hesitated to speak, and tried to come over several times, but finally gave up. Sitting in the consultation desk, drinking tea, secretly looking at me once or twice from time to time.

I'm too lazy to act in front of Feng Minglong, my daughter was just made up by me, this lie will be exposed sooner or later.

The time passed by one minute and one second. At ten forty-seven, before the train entered the station, the announcement suddenly sounded: "The train to Jiangcheng South Station has stopped. Please do not enter the station to wait for the train."

"Isn't there still the last train?" I put down the newspaper, involved in the live broadcast task, I didn't dare to be careless, and went to the consultation desk: "Isn't the last train at 10:50? How to broadcast Notifications are down?"

"It's normal." Feng Minglong said with a smile on his face, "In order to prevent passengers from buying tickets and not getting on the last train, they are notified in advance to end the operation, especially for those who transfer from other lines, we must thank them in advance. Some passengers who are used to taking the subway every day know very well what time the last train is. Of course, from the perspective of our subway station, I still want to remind you warmly that it is best not to take the last train.”

"Why?" Feng Minglong is a staff member of the railway station. The words from his mouth gave me a different feeling: "Are all the legends on the Internet true? The last train is the soul train? A soul that died unjustly, sailing directly to the underworld?"

"Well, you're overthinking." Feng Minglong was a little speechless: "The interval between trains at night is very long, and some lines may have been out of service when changing lines. refund, so we will remind passengers, try not to take the last bus."

"Oh, so that's the case." I turned my head to look at the platform, and there were still four or five people standing there: "Then I won't bother you, you are busy."

There was a rumbling sound in the tunnel, and while I was talking with Feng Minglong, the last train came into the station.

Broadcasting ceased, and staff began to sign up, preparing for the outage.

I walked over slowly, spared no effort to expend my innate qi to look inside the car, and I recorded every passenger's appearance and movement details in my mind. After careful analysis, I found that these people were all ordinary people.

Under the eyes, ghosts are difficult to disguise. I checked it several times and found nothing abnormal: "It's not right, this is just an ordinary train with passengers on it. This kind of train can lead to two sides. Buddha's lair?"

I looked at the train timetable beside me, and the train in front of me was indeed the last one in the usual sense, and it seemed that I could complete the live broadcast task by sitting on it.

"No, there must be something wrong." It's not even eleven o'clock now, and the live broadcast has not yet started, so the train I want to take should not be this one.

The rich experience accumulated from many live broadcasts told me that I should wait patiently. I took out my mobile phone and used the screen. I could clearly see Feng Minglong staring at me at the consultation desk. There were too many strange things happening in the subway station recently. My unusual behavior has been noticed by him.

"Should I get on the bus first and wait until the next stop to get off, and then come back here?" I was hesitating when my phone rang suddenly, and looking at the caller ID, it turned out that it was Tie Ningxiang.

"Senior sister, why are you looking for me so late at night?"

"Do you still remember the corpse that was found in the morgue of the Central Hospital?" Tie Ningxiang's voice came from the microphone, it was a bit dignified, it should not be good news.

"Remember, what's wrong? Have you caught the murderer?" I'm about to start the live broadcast, and I can't run around tonight. No matter what Tie Ningxiang says, I will evade it.

"The new dead appeared, and the method of killing was still the same. The stomach was cut open, and the murderer seemed to have the claws of animals."

"Senior sister, I still have something to do here, how about we wait until dawn?"

"The deceased lived next to your adult store! The body was dragged, and now I suspect that the murderer really wanted to kill you!"

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