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Chapter 295 The Dark Shadow Outside the Window

In the noisy, old-fashioned green train station, Fang Zheng followed closely behind Zhang Kun, but would occasionally take two steps back and then two steps forward, constantly widening the distance between them and then closing in again.

He observed with great interest the changing scenery around him as he moved.

The crowd was packed with bags and packages, and everyone looked on with vigilance, constantly watching their surroundings.

There were also some furtive figures moving through the crowd, their eyes darting among the packages.

How many people are in this train station?

Fang Zheng himself couldn't count them all, because the number of people was constantly changing.

Perhaps it's one hundred, two hundred, or perhaps three hundred, four hundred, or even more.

Unlike Tuanjietun, which is a closed community, this train station is more like a meeting point of many different communities.

At this point, many different things are intertwined, yet clearly distinct.

Apart from Fang Zheng, everything else here is unaware of each other's existence, yet they still interact silently, producing some chaotic and terrifying changes.

Fangzheng is like an independent observer, squeezing into a different perspective with every step it takes.

The crisscrossing, crowded people and the cacophony of conversations were constantly changing; not a single face could be repeated, and not a single familiar voice could be heard.

The size of the population is constantly changing, and so are their clothes and their era.

Fang Zheng could see that not far away, several middle-aged men, dressed in tattered clothes, looking dejected, with scalps on their heads and a dry braid on the back of their heads, were prostrating themselves on the ground, their bodies trembling as they kept kowtowing, not knowing who they were worshipping.

Right in front of them, an obese middle-aged woman sat on a chair, picking her toes without any restraint, holding a mobile phone in her other hand, laughing loudly as if no one else was around.

The phone was playing harsh, unpleasant music from a square dance speaker, but no matter how carefully I listened, I couldn't make out what was being sung.

Next to the older woman, a figure, haphazardly wrapped in rags and bandages, appeared to be huddled up in a ball, shivering from the cold.

The bandages covering his entire body were dirty and yellowed, seemingly wrapping around some deformed lumps of various sizes, constantly oozing mucus and emitting a foul stench that people wanted to avoid.

The only visible skin around the eyes is covered in large areas of ulceration.

As Fangzheng fell further and further behind Zhang Kun, everything around them changed more and more frequently, with more and more chaotic scenes appearing together, twisting and transforming into an indescribable chaotic realm.

However, amidst these wildly changing scenes, some dark shadows appeared without anyone noticing.

Fang Zheng himself, without realizing it, found himself in a dirty and smelly old carriage, looking out at the increasingly dense dark shadows through the rattling glass windows.

One, two, three...

More and more, denser and denser, countless black shadows of varying heights gradually appeared from the shifting crowd, their appearances and disappearances bringing them ever closer and closer to Fang Zheng…

As the black shadow drew closer, the noisy and chaotic sounds in the changing scene grew increasingly dense, gradually merging into an omnipresent scream.

Fang Zheng, naturally, remained calm and focused, eagerly capturing the wildly changing scenes. He threw himself into them, chasing after the shadowy figures.

However, no matter how the countless twisted black shadows chased, the distance they appeared to be did not change. Only when they approached Fang Zheng did the distance change significantly.

"Hey!" Suddenly, with a loud shout, the dense black shadows, the dirty and dilapidated carriage, and the noisy, indistinct sounds that changed with the scene all disappeared.

But in the scene that had suddenly become fixed, there was still one last dark shadow hidden in the crowd that did not immediately disappear. It was staring intently at Fang Zheng, making strange noises and retreating.

In the dense crowd, Fang Zheng casually threw a punch. As the space twisted and cracked, the shadowy figure disappeared from sight in the newly healed space.

"You fucking don't want to live anymore, do you? You even dared to steal my wallet!" In the crowded and noisy green train station, a loud shout made the surrounding passengers waiting to board the train's ears hurt, and even the glass rattled. The noisy train station fell silent because of this shout.

The source of the sound, a tall, bear-like figure, seemed to be surrounded by an invisible force field, causing the crowded people to subconsciously make way for him.

At this moment, Zhang Kun lifted a young thief by the neck with one hand, as if he were holding a chick, and effortlessly held him up in the air.

The thief's legs thrashed and struggled in the air, his hands bulging with veins as he desperately tried to pry open the large black iron hand on his neck, but he couldn't even budge a little finger.

With just a slight exertion of the large, iron-like hand, the thief suffocated, defecating and urinating, and immediately lost consciousness.

Disdainfully tossing the thief to the ground, Zhang Kun turned to Fang Zheng beside him and imparted his experience: "Fang Zheng, remember, you have to be extremely careful when you come to a place like a train station alone. Don't think you can get away with anything just because you have some skills. These kinds of chaotic places with a lot of people coming and going are full of all sorts of weirdos, and accidents are most likely to happen here." Zhang Kun squatted down, casually patted the thief's body a couple of times with his large hands, and pulled out some sharp knives and long needles. He grabbed the thief's sleeve and shook it, revealing several more sharp blades.

Zhang Kun pointed to the needle, which gleamed with a bluish luster. "Look, these bastards don't just steal; they also like to play tag. Their razor blades and needles are soaked in strong anesthetics."

"In crowded places like this, if you lightly prick your target, most people won't feel any pain. Even if some people are sensitive to pain, they will just think they have been bitten by an insect."

"After a while, the person who was stabbed would start to doze off, and the group of thieves and their accomplices would quietly surround them, cover up their chosen target, and secretly carry them away."

Zhang Kun's face showed a visible look of contempt and disgust. "Do you know what 'harvesting life' means? If these bastards kidnap women and children, their fate will be absolutely terrible!"

He then used two fingers to hold the razor blade and gently sliced ​​it across the thief's seemingly heavy black leather coat. The fabric tore open, revealing numerous wallets hidden in the lining, several old Nokia phones with their batteries removed, as well as rings, necklaces, and other valuables—a dazzling array.

"Ah! That's my wallet!"

When was my phone stolen?

"Honey, my gold ring!"

Exclamations immediately erupted from the onlookers, and several people rushed over, trying to reclaim their belongings.

But Zhang Kun only glared at them, his beast-like figure instantly freezing the people who were about to rush over in place.

"Make way, make way!" Within two minutes, the train police maintaining order on the platform rushed over and shouted, "Everyone, disperse, disperse! What's so interesting about this!"

Between the two train police officers, one older and one younger, the younger man quickly handcuffed the thief.

When the veteran train policeman saw Zhang Kun's tall, bear-like figure, his expression changed slightly. After a moment, he approached Zhang Kun, offered him a cigarette, and said with a smile, "Isn't this the little dog from Tuanjie Village? What brings you to this run-down station today to help us catch a thief?"

"Have you gotten another job and are you going out of town?"

"Hey! Don't even mention it." Zhang Kun took the cigarette, took a deep drag, and turned his gaze to the young train police officer who was struggling to drag the thief away. He walked over and picked up the thief as easily as picking up a chick, and headed straight for the train police officers' post.

Once inside the guard post, he pointed somewhat impatiently at the green train on the platform and said to the veteran train police officer, "Old Li, you've been here for so many years, how come you're so out of touch? Don't you know yet? Several lives have already been lost on this night train. It must be something evil."

He pointed to his nose: "You know my nose. Even from this distance, the smell of blood in the carriage was so strong it made me sneeze."

"I'm here to solve this problem. Give me a detailed breakdown right now: how many people have died in the last few days?"

"What?" Old Li almost dropped his cigarette. Seeing Zhang Kun's gloomy face, he immediately became serious, walked quickly to the phone, and dialed a number.

"Beep beep beep!" The phone connected. "Hello, this is Li Wei from the station post. Has something happened to the night bus? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

A low, muffled voice came from the other end of the phone, mixed with the crackling sound of static.

"What did you say? Nothing's wrong! You guys know Zhang Kun, right? Even he was invited here, and you're telling me nothing's wrong?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone before the voice said, "Things aren't confirmed yet, so don't make a fuss. Here's what happened..."

Li Wei's expression grew increasingly grim as he listened to the words on the other end of the phone. "Yes, I understand. I'll tell him..."

"Beep—" The phone call ended. Old Li pulled Zhang Kun aside and said with a serious expression, "I just asked, and there was indeed an accident on my train."

"It seems the problem originated from that tunnel. The registered passengers are fine, but the dead appear to be some people who boarded the train midway. We haven't confirmed exactly how many people died yet, so the news is still being suppressed."

“But…” Old Li hesitated for a moment, glanced at Fang Zheng standing beside him, and whispered, “Little dog, is this kid your apprentice or something?”

"That thing seems quite ferocious. If this child hasn't learned any skills yet, let him stay here for now. You should also be careful. Let's test the waters this time, and then bring a few more people back later."

“There shouldn’t be any problem.” Zhang Kun shook his head, looked at Fang Zheng, and said with a hint of confidence, “This kid’s skills might not be any worse than mine.”

"In our line of work, we can't hide at the slightest danger. If we don't learn as much as we can while we still have someone to guide us, we won't even be able to escape when we encounter evil spirits..."

Zhang Kun placed his hand on Lao Li's shoulder, his tone hardening: "This shouldn't be the first time something like this has happened, right? It's just that no one has died before."

"You've worked here for so many years, you should know something. If you really want me to solve this, then tell me in detail what that thing is all about!"

(End of this chapter)