The cold wind howled on the platform at night, causing the hanging gas lamps to sway.
In such a scene, the dim yellow light would sometimes elongate and sometimes shorten, causing the steam locomotive that was quietly parked on the track to occasionally escape from the darkness and fall into the shadows. There was an indescribable sense of eerie silence.
At this moment, a group of policemen in black and white checkered uniforms entered the platform. Under the guidance of the railway company's duty manager, they walked towards the slightly old and huge train.
"I don't know why, but after all the passengers left, all the conductors, including the conductor, returned to their carriages and never came out again. I sent someone to find them and ask them to come out as soon as possible so that they could rest early. But the person who was sent ran out of the carriage very quickly, as if he had contracted a disease. All he could do was scream hysterically, 'they're all dead', 'they're all dead'! The duty manager of the railway company in a blue coat carried a lantern and explained the situation as he walked.
From his slightly stuttering words and slightly trembling body, it was not difficult for the police to see that there was a great deal of fear hidden in his heart. It seemed that if someone suddenly patted his shoulder, he would suddenly jump up, drop everything, and run to the exit of the platform.
This mood also infected the police. All of them put their hands on their waists and pressed on their gun holsters.
Thud, thud, thud. The sound of leather boots stepping on the hard ground echoed. The policemen followed the manager on duty and vigilantly entered the front of a carriage.
In this carriage, there were two people sitting in each row. They were on the left and right sides of the carriage, far away from the windows. At this moment, they were leaning against the back of the seats motionlessly.
With the illumination from the gas lamp outside the window and the lantern in his hand, the leading inspector quickly saw the scene before him clearly.
The people here were all staff members of the steam locomotive. They wore blue uniforms of different styles for men and women, and they sat quietly in different positions. Their faces were pale, and their eyes were open. Although they were no longer breathing, the corners of their mouths were clearly curled up, revealing eight teeth.
Everyone's hair stood on end when they saw the almost identical smiles, and they subconsciously held their breaths.
To them, such a scene was too strange and terrifying. They just wanted to turn around immediately, leave this place, and come back to check on the situation at daybreak!
The leading inspector secretly took two deep breaths before he gave an order to the police officer beside him.
"Go and confirm if they're all dead …"
At this point, he glanced at the duty manager of the railway company.
"Follow them and see if there are too many or too few people."
"O-okay, officer," the manager on duty said in a trembling voice.
As he and a few other police officers entered the carriage, the rest of the people pulled out their pistols and were on high alert.
In the unbearable silence, time slowly passed. Finally, a few police officers stopped at the end of the carriage and turned around to shout,
"All confirmed dead!"
The railway company's duty manager followed up with a trembling voice.
"Two people are missing, a conductor and a driver …"
Seeing that there were no accidents after such a long time, the leading inspector calmed down a lot. He thought for a while and said to all the police officers,
"Protect the body and wait for the cause of death to be examined.
"At the same time, split into two groups. One group will go to the other carriages to look for the conductor and the driver. The other group will investigate the scene and collect the relevant information. When the Sun rises, we will investigate the train crew and the passengers who were there before. We will look for similarities and differences."
Although many passengers didn't show their identification documents when buying tickets, the leading inspector believed that he would be able to find people who had truthfully registered their information. He could then ask them if they had discovered anything unusual or noteworthy on the train.
Just as he said that, a bone-chilling wind blew out of nowhere and whistled through the carriage.
After everything calmed down, the leading inspector was about to emphasize what he had just said when he suddenly realized something was amiss.
The steam locomotive staff member sitting in his seat still had his eyes open. His face was pale, but his mouth had already closed at some point in time. He no longer revealed his eight teeth.
…
In a luxurious hotel room, the wall lamps on the wall reflected each other, illuminating the carpeted area with tables and chairs in an abnormally bright manner.
Klein had already transformed into a German Sparrow. He sat on a single-seater sofa and crossed his left foot over his right leg.
Beside him stood the native Winner, Enzo. In front of him stood a row of cultist marionettes.
They were the people who had attempted to sacrifice all the passengers on the steam locomotive. They were led by the man with a swollen cheek, the conductor, and the driver.
In different appearances, they had taken detours from different streets and converged here.
"Who asked you to be a sacrifice?" Klein asked in a low voice.
After advancing to Sequence 4 and becoming a Bizarro Sorcerer, he was no longer only able to read the marionette's thoughts at a superficial level. He could also use his improved control of Spirit Body Threads to directly do things similar to mediumship.
Of course, the higher the level of the marionette, the weaker the effects of spirit channeling.
After a brief silence, the train conductor, who was obviously from Rouen and had a lot of body hair, spoke in a stupefied manner.
"It's God's decree."
"Which god?" Klein took the bone china teacup from Winner Enzo and took a sip.
The conductor replied in a daze,
"God is God, there is no other."
Klein put down his cup and asked,
"How did he send the oracle? What exactly did he say? "
The train conductor immediately became respectful and respectful.
"'He' gave a decree through a divine item. 'He' wants us to use a large number of lives as a sacrifice to please 'Him.' And 'He' will let us obtain eternal life in 'His' kingdom."
A large number of lives as a sacrifice … Compared to the Charismatic Order, Rose School prefers such things. They have always been famous for bloody sacrifices … But to obtain eternal life in God's kingdom is similar to certain ideals of the Charismatic Order. Of course, I can't rule out the possibility that it was deliberately fabricated to deceive these people … Klein pondered for a moment.
"What divine item?"
The conductor didn't answer as she glanced at the man with a swollen cheek.
The man then took out something from his inner pocket.
It was a doll with ordinary workmanship. It had curved eyes and a mouth.
"God will give us orders through it at specific times. I bought this at the grocery market, "the man with the swollen cheek said calmly, his tone unperturbed.
This … Klein instantly thought of many possibilities. He then got Winner Enzo to take the doll and carefully examine it, but he didn't discover anything abnormal.
Based on his experience, this meant that the problem did not lie with the doll itself. The situation could be divided into two types: one was that someone was not far away, using the doll as a cover and pretending to be a deity; the other was that there was really a hidden existence that had specially marked this object and used it to send down an oracle.
If it's the former, they must've discovered the deaths of the train attendants and taken precautions … If it's the latter, perhaps they haven't noticed anything … Klein thought for a moment and got Winner Enzo to place the doll on the desk in front of the window.
He immediately stood up and instantly transformed into another train staff member, standing with the row of cultists.
After Winner Enzo returned, he also underwent a similar transformation.
After an unknown period of time passed, the night grew darker.
Suddenly, on the desk bathed in crimson moonlight, the doll with curved eyes and a mouth moved its limbs and slowly stood up.
PS: The word count for this chapter is a little short because I was so angry that I couldn't write. Halfway through, I wanted to match a certain sentence in the previous chapter, so I clicked on the webpage and opened the previous chapter. In the end, I discovered that the description related to the sacrifice had been deleted. This kind of censorship and deletion is simply indescribable. Without that paragraph, who can understand that plot? Even I can't understand it! Also, what's wrong with that plot? Even writing about bad people doing bad things and criticizing the ugliness has to be deleted? I didn't describe the process of the sacrifice in detail, so that people can imitate it. I have no idea what the censorship standards are for novels nowadays. Are they going to change the book to the point where it doesn't make sense?
I can't accept that my book has become so fragmented, broken, and incomprehensible. I've reflected on many parts of the previous chapters, and I also acknowledge that the current environment is difficult. Everyone understands each other, so I didn't say anything. But now, the changes are so perverted that the plot is incoherent and can't be written clearly. I really can't stand it. What is the tone of mystery, what is the atmosphere, and what will be written in the future? Everyone has a certain premonition, so I can't continue writing later.
I've now added the deleted content from the previous chapter, but I don't know when it will be deleted again. It will be the same in the future. I don't know if I can continue writing this book, and when will I stop writing? Yes, compared to the first hour, I've calmed down now. I won't say anything too extreme, so everyone can read and cherish it. I will continue writing until I can't write anymore. I won't use the mistakes of others to punish my readers. Yes, that's all.
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