In the night, a long train, completely black as ink, was traveling at a slow speed on this abandoned railway track!
Fan Ning felt that his whole state was a little unreal at this time.
Could it be that this kind of inexplicable and unexplained anecdote in the market really happened to me?
So what should we do?… Seeing that the ghost train is not going very fast, we should go ahead and knock on the door of the guest room next door as we said before saying good night to each other?
Fan Ning was thinking rapidly in his mind, and suddenly he discovered a scene that made him feel extremely frightened!
On the suburban path with a wide view, under the dim light of the gas lamp, the back figures of two girls in dresses were running towards the railway track!
"Crazy? Sheeran, Joan, are you two crazy?" Fan Ning suddenly roared.
...No, then I will go up with them. Regardless of the height of the floor, he fastened his open pajamas, turned over and climbed onto the desk. Just as he reached out to push open the window——
The whole arm went right through the glass window!
Fan Ning suddenly felt something in his heart, and he bumped towards him lightly. There were ripples in the water. He rushed out of the hotel building and flew into the sky, getting closer and closer to the running backs of the two little girls.
The surrounding scenes began to fade. The darkness of the night, the light green of the grass reflected by the gas lamp, the orange of the farm windows, the dark brown of the railway tracks, the aqua and maroon of the skirt all faded to pure white. When Fan Ning swooped down from the night sky, stretching out
When his fingers were about to touch Sheeran's back, everything suddenly peeled off.
All he could see was dazzling light.
The sunshine at seven o'clock in the summer morning is already particularly dazzling. Sparse and fine dust is flying messily in the air, and the floor shines like glass.
Fan Ning stretched his body, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the bright and warm mountains and fields on the outskirts of the city and the abandoned railway track, and fell into deep thought.
Forty minutes later, inside the driving car.
"You really didn't find anything last night?"
The little girl in the left and right rearview mirrors was shaking her head.
"Could it be that those witnesses of the so-called 'Ghost Train' just had a dream like me? Is it the same principle as the 'Dream Boy' incident? That's not true..."
Fan Ning, who was holding the steering wheel, still had doubts in his eyes.
He now understands how to create a "phantom man", but can he also create a "phantom car"?
If the old police officer said that the Smiths' youngest son jumped on the train and disappeared, it could be explained by hysteria, but last night when his inspiration for composing became high, what was the reason for the inexplicable déjà vu that he had when he felt a pair of eyes on the railroad tracks?
It cannot be ruled out that I have been exposed to too much hidden knowledge recently and my mind is not stable.
Throughout the day on Saturday, Fanning drove deeper into the southwest, wandering through the mountainous area close to the border with Fort Santa Alain.
Every time they went to a small town or village, the police and security system cooperated. A few people also took advantage of their leisure time to find some elderly people to understand the situation. However, until they checked into the hotel again at night, no one said they had heard of "Watts".
The place name is "Nai Town".
Although in this short period of time, the area was not exhausted, most of the higher priority places were visited.
Qiong suggested turning back early several times along the way, but Fan Ning dispelled her concerns. The attitude of the people that day gradually tended to be more relaxed, and they even spent a relatively large amount of energy on choosing a place to eat.
Just the episode of staying in the small town of Gogol the night before made Fan Ning fall into thoughts and doubts from time to time.
Early on Sunday morning, the driving route was changed from southwest to northeast. After returning to the town of Gogol, the car was filled with gas, crossed vertically through the abandoned railway track, and headed straight north.
At about one o'clock in the afternoon, everyone felt hungry, so Qiong once again initiated a discussion about where to enjoy lunch.
The terrain in this area is mostly plains and hills, and the sun is still bright. The scenery along the way is not bad, but the density of people is sparse. Occasionally, you can see a scattered farmhouse getting closer and closer to the car, and then far away from behind.
Fan Ning dismissed Joan's suggestion: "Looking at the map, this place should not be far from the town where Langevni Workhouse is located. It will take a detour to find another town temporarily... The food you are loading in the car now is better than when you arrived.
There is more, let’s hurry up, we still need to return to Ufranser today.”
Choosing a corner of the country road where the trees were densely shaded, Fan Ning pulled over and turned off the engine, reaching out to take the layer cake from Sheeran.
The three of them started to dig up snacks and drinks. As they were eating, Joan suddenly raised her head: "Caron, why did you choose such a place to stop for dinner?"
"Where did I choose?" Fan Ning asked.
Hearing the conversation between the two, Sheeran subconsciously looked out the car window and looked farther away, only to see patches of tombstones rising up from the gentle hills.
Then Fan Ning suddenly realized: "This is normal. It means we are almost at the workhouse. I remember that there are quite a few workhouses in this area on the map."
Sheeran asked in surprise: "Why?"
Fan Ning explained: “For about fifty years after the promulgation of the Poor Law Amendment Act in 834 AD, the mortality rate in the workhouses remained high. The authorities often favored sites adjacent to large cemeteries in site planning.
On the one hand, the large cemetery is far away from the central city, which complies with the hygiene requirements of the upper class for the living environment. On the other hand, this greatly reduces the transportation cost of corpses..."
"Of course this notorious law has been repealed for nearly thirty years. After a tortuous reform process, it is the Urban Poverty Act that now guides poverty relief. It is said, just said...that the conditions in the workhouses have changed fundamentally.
Although there have been drastic changes, most of the former addresses are still in use, and the planning and site selection of new investments still have these two considerations..."
After eating and taking a short rest, the car continued on the road and arrived at Langevni Workhouse at around two o'clock.
This is a large building built in the east of the town. The four-story gray brick main building and three other walls enclose a larger area. Several chimney tops protrude from it. Farmland and chickens are scattered around.
Abandon.
"Didi——" Fan Ning honked the horn twice.
Although no greetings were given in advance for everyone's arrival this time, the shiny black car parked at the door, and not long after, two staff members wearing gray vests ran out and politely asked why they were there.
Fan Ning rolled down the window and showed his ID.
The two staff members quickly divided the work, one went to notify the person in charge, and the other opened the large metal gate with wrought iron patterns.
The car drove directly into the square inside the workhouse.
From a distance, Fan Ning saw a formally dressed gentleman taking off his hat towards the windshield to salute, with several managers standing behind him.
Then his eyes froze briefly.
Wearing a pure black thin suit and leather shoes, he has a small beard and a pleasant smile. The Gugova limited edition belt has a gorgeous metallic texture and tightens his lower abdomen.
An acquaintance.
The man who greeted them turned out to be Julius's father, Stanley, the owner of the Jinlangnia Machinery Factory.