I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

Extreme fear washed over everyone like a tidal wave.

You don't know what that thing is or what it looks like.

I don't know what it's going to do.

You never know if it will stop in front of you the next second.

In the darkness, everyone pricked up their ears, listening to the strange footsteps approaching little by little.

Like waiting for a death sentence.

The sound of shoes hitting the floor was heavy, dragging, and carried a hint of unhurriedness.

Zhao Weilai's back was instantly covered in cold sweat, and his palms were completely wet.

She gripped the butcher knife tightly, her body taut like a fully drawn bow.

But she dared not move, dared not make a sound, and dared not even breathe deeply.

I can't see anything.

"Smack."

The overhead light suddenly turned on.

The pale lights illuminated the carriage again.

Everyone instinctively looked ahead, and then a chill ran from their feet to the top of their heads.

The three passengers in the front row have disappeared.

The seat was empty, except for a black coat lying on the floor.

Just like those players who silently disappeared outside the car door.

Three living people vanished into thin air.

There wasn't a trace of blood, not a single sign of struggle; he was gone just like that.

Player Ewan Campbell has died.

Player Felix Müller has died.

[Player Marco Rossi has died]

Inside the carriage, some people started to tremble.

If they weren't afraid their heads would explode like watermelons, they would have screamed already.

Zhao Weilai's face turned ashen.

The lights went out in just three seconds, and three living people were gone just like that.

Her [Butcher's Skill] was active, but she couldn't even sense the opponent's outline.

The candle made of corpse oil in his hand emitted a tiny, flickering green light. Zhao Weilai could only see a pair of large feet, which were stopped three rows ahead of the carriage.

"Don't make a sound, that thing... it's still in the carriage."

Zhao Weilai lowered his voice and spoke very quickly: "Sit still and don't look around."

The group grew increasingly terrified.

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights went out again.

Darkness descended once more.

The sound of footsteps rang out again.

"Thump...thump..."

It's even closer than before.

The carriage was deathly silent, save for suppressed sobs and the clattering of teeth.

Everyone covered their mouths tightly, afraid of making even the slightest sound and attracting the attention of that thing.

What are the rules?

Why indiscriminate killing?!

Jin Ming covered his mouth, his face as white as paper.

Park So-na bit her wrist tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Zhao Weilai's mind was in chaos as he forced himself to repeatedly recall the clues throughout the entire instance:

This can't go on.

A player will die if the car lights flash once.

If the lights go off a few more times, everyone in the entire carriage will die.

There are no unsolvable dead ends in a dungeon.

There must be a rule, and there must be some crucial information that she missed.

Train... Passengers... Board...

What do I need to do when I get on the bus?

The information she had previously seen about the ghost bus route 404 flashed through her mind—

There was a drunk passenger who never entered the instance because he didn't have a ticket and wasn't considered a "passenger".

In the end, this person left the instance safely, without even showing any signs of becoming a player.

ticket.

It's a train ticket!

Zhao Weilai quickly checked the pockets of her training uniform and, sure enough, found a thin, crumpled piece of paper in a corner that didn't belong to her.

By the light of the candle, she could see clearly.

It was an old, yellowed, brittle cardboard ticket, printed with intricate cursive English characters.

However, at the very bottom, the destination section had a single word written in dark red ink:

Hell.

hell.

Tickets for the Death Train.

This is it!

"Looking for train tickets!"

Zhao Weilai immediately lowered his voice and urged the others: "Quickly search yourselves and bags to see if there are any old train tickets that have appeared out of nowhere!"

Everyone has one; that thing is for ticket inspectors! Those without tickets will be taken away by it! Hurry!

In her haste, she even forgot to switch to English.

Fortunately, the others also saw her take the ticket out of her pocket and immediately began frantically rummaging through their own pockets.

"Whoosh..."

Mu Xiao dumped everything from her canvas bag onto her seat: textbooks, drawing pens, wallet, lipstick...

Finally, I found that stiff old train ticket in the pages of the clothing design manuscript.

She immediately clutched the ticket in her hand, her nose covered in sweat.

Father Collevo opened his Bible and found the train ticket in the Old Testament.

Margaret found the ticket in her wallet, and she immediately pressed it to her chest, thanking God repeatedly.

Jin Ming found the train ticket in the inside pocket of his windbreaker.

Park So-na found it in the side pocket of her camera bag.

Only Ravi, of Indian descent, searched every pocket on his body—jeans pocket, shirt pocket, wallet, laptop bag, even his socks—but found nothing.

His face instantly turned as white as a corpse.

"I don't have it... I can't find it..."

He slowly turned his head, his eyes filled with despair: "Where's my ticket? Why am I the only one without one?!"

The next second, the lights overhead started flashing wildly.

The crackling sound of electricity was deafening; the next darkness was about to descend.

The unseen ticket inspector had already reached the middle of the carriage, less than five meters away from them.

The biting cold spread, and even breathing felt like breathing ice.

In that instant, despair overwhelmed all of Ravi's reason and morality.

He turned his head sharply, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Margaret beside him.

Before anyone could react, he lunged forward and reached out to snatch the ticket from Margaret's hand!

"Give it to me! Give me the ticket! I don't want to die!"

He roared, his voice cracking, as if he were insane: "Give it to me!"

"My God!"

Margaret screamed in fright and clutched her ticket tightly as she tried to back away.

Zhao Weilai reacted quickly, immediately stood up, grabbed Ravi's arm tightly, and pulled him backward forcefully.

"stop!"

The priest standing to the side spoke harshly, with a hint of anger:

"To rob someone of their chance at life is a grave sin! The Lord will not forgive you!"

"I don't care about sins! I just want to live!"

Ravi struggled frantically, lunging forward with his hands and feet, but Zhao Weilai held him up so he couldn't move forward.

"Please, please, I don't want to die! Give me the ticket! Look, look at my twin daughters, they're so small, so beautiful, they can't lose their father!"

He tried to pull out the photo and beg others, but no one would give up their ticket.

Jin Ming even frowned and cursed, "Damn it, you're crazy," but didn't step forward to help.

Everyone should have a ticket, so why is Ravi an exception?

Zhao Weilai's gaze swept across the floor in front of him—Ravi had just dropped a tuna sandwich.

The bread was crushed to pieces, and the fish paste was smeared all over the ground, creating a mess.

Beside the pile of rubble, a crumpled old train ticket lay quietly.

Those big feet were only two meters away from them.

The passengers in front of them fell silent, tears streaming down their faces.

Zhao Weilai dropped Ravi, stretched out his foot, hooked the edge of the ticket with his toe, and pulled it back—

Just then, the lights suddenly went out.

In despair and venom, Ravi shouted a vicious curse: "You are sinners! You stood by and watched someone die! You will all die! You will die in the most painful way—"

Darkness descended completely.

A bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped Zhao Weilai's entire body.

Her calves were so cold, it felt like they'd been stuffed into an ice bucket.

The chill crept up her training clothes, making her bones itch.

Then, a cold, putrid smell gently blew past her ear.

It felt as if someone was leaning close to her and gently breathing into her ear:

Icy.

It smells fishy and foul.

It also smelled of old wood and blood.

Zhao Weilai caught a glimpse of two extra legs within the area covered by the candles, and she was so shocked that her breath caught in her throat.

The hairs on my body stood on end, and the cold sweat on my back instantly soaked through my shirt.

Her intuition screamed a warning; she could sense that thing was standing right next to her.

He was less than ten centimeters away from her.

Zhao Weilai dared not move.

She held the butcher's knife in her hand, but dared not strike.

Taking rash action will only hasten your death.

Even now, she still uses her toes to hook onto the train ticket and pull it back.

Little by little, the movement was extremely slow as it was pulled back.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Every second felt like an eternity.

Finally, the sound of footsteps rang out again.

"Thump...thump..."

That thing walked past her and continued forward.

Zhao Weilai's heart, which had been in his throat, finally felt half relieved.

She immediately pulled her foot back, bent down quickly to pick up the ticket, and threw it away forcefully.

"Smack."

The next second, the light came on.

The pale lights illuminated the carriage again.

Ravi lay on the floor, clutching a crumpled train ticket tightly in his hand, the crotch emitting a foul stench.

Tears mixed with cold sweat smeared his face, yet he still murmured to himself, "Buddha protect me... Buddha protect me..."

It took Ravi a long time to recover before he realized he wasn't dead. He opened his eyes in surprise and kept kissing the train ticket in his hand.

The others were fine, but they looked at the Indian man with complicated expressions.

They heard all the curses clearly.

Just then, the oak door between the first and second carriages creaked open slowly.

The heavy footsteps slowly slipped through the crack in the door and headed towards the second carriage.

In that instant, Zhao Weilai saw Weng Yang standing behind the second car door through the light from the crack in the door.

She stood at the junction, holding a metal baseball bat, looking over warily.

It's Weng Yang!

Zhao Weilai immediately raised the ticket in his hand and shook it vigorously at her, making a large movement to ensure that she could see it.

The other person clearly understood her hint, their eyes lit up, and they mouthed the word "food cart".

It was clearly a pre-arranged meeting at the food truck.

Before the two could exchange a single word, the wooden door slammed shut again with a loud bang.

The carriage was silent for a few seconds, then black ink-wash characters appeared before everyone's eyes:

[The First Night's Unusual Events: The Invisible Ticket Inspector]

[Rules: Please show your ticket when boarding. Homeless people who try to evade fares will be eaten by the train staff.]

[This abnormal settlement is complete. Each surviving player will receive +10 survival points.]

You are safe for now. Please enjoy the rest of your journey.

Have a pleasant journey!

……

Upon seeing these words, the people in the carriage instantly lost their strength and collapsed into their seats one after another.

Overwhelmed by the exhaustion of surviving the ordeal, several people burst into tears, their cries growing increasingly desperate.

This is only the first night, and so many people have already died.

Can they really leave alive on this train that goes straight to hell?