eurekapd Chapter 436 Taboo
Chapter 436 Taboo
But......
She can't escape.
The ghost stood in front of the door, blocking her only way out.
Wei Lan's teeth were chattering as she stammered:
"That's a ghost... What?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Tian Qinghe's tone was extremely tense: "Don't look at it! Just walk out, quick, we don't have time!"
The carriage was shaking slightly.
Wei Lan could only struggle to get up. At the same moment, the ghost wearing a peaked hat slightly turned his head.
Can it really work...?
Walk straight out from beside the ghost?
The thought flashed through her mind, and Wei Lan gritted her teeth and rushed out the door without a second thought.
Just as she squeezed next to the flight attendant, a cold hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
really.
The ghost wouldn't let her leave.
Wei Lan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave in an instant!
She knew it... this ghost wouldn't let her go so easily.
But the next second, another warm hand gripped her arm tightly, and Tian Qinghe's voice trembled slightly:
"The bus hasn't departed yet!"
He was saying this to the flight attendant.
Wei Lan closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at the ghostly face so close to her. She didn't know what had happened, but she heard Tian Qinghe repeat that sentence again, word by word.
The train hasn't departed yet.
A few seconds later, the flight attendant slowly released her hand.
Tian Qinghe seized the opportunity and pulled her towards the carriage. Only then did Wei Lan hear a continuous rustling sound coming from outside the window, which was extremely clear, as if it were ringing in her ears!
Before she could react, she heard Tian Qinghe shout, her voice filled with intense anxiety:
"Everyone back to your seats! No matter what happens, do not get up!"
The next second, he grabbed Wei Lan and the two of them plopped down in their original seats.
Rumbling--
Just a few seconds after they sat down.
A strong jolt suddenly came from under my feet, and then, without any warning whistle, the train suddenly started moving again at an incredibly fast speed.
The last row of window seats.
The young man who had reminded Tian Qinghe had just sat down when his headphones were suddenly thrown to the ground due to the sudden acceleration.
But he was completely tense and dared not move.
It wasn't just because of Tian Qinghe's words.
Furthermore, just as the train was starting to move, he caught a glimpse of an empty seat next to him out of the corner of his eye...
An extra hunched figure appeared.
And in front of him.
Zhang Xuan pressed her back firmly against the seat, her arms tightly wrapped around the little boy next to her, not daring to look at the seats in front of her.
Even so, her peripheral vision inevitably caught sight of...
On the back of the seat in front of me, there was a blurry human head.
That was originally an empty seat, Zhang Xuan remembered it very clearly.
A few seconds later, a hand dangled from above the seat in front of it, holding something in its hand.
A deep, honest male voice, tinged with a local accent, rang out:
"Baby, do you want some candy?"
His tone of voice was just like that of an uncle or elder from his rural hometown—very warm and friendly.
Zhang Xuan was stunned for a moment, and involuntarily raised her head. Suddenly, she broke out in a cold sweat!
She didn't know how the ghostly thing managed to twist its head 180 degrees and look down at them. All she knew was that the ghost's tone was so kind, but its face was deathly pale and expressionless.
He was speaking to the boy next to Zhang Xuan, but his eyes were fixed on Zhang Xuan.
"come."
The ghost said, shaking the thing in its hand.
The height was just right... so that the little boy had to stand up to reach it.
Zhang Xuan's hands trembled uncontrollably. She silently lowered her head, only tightening her grip on the boy's arm.
Clang...
Clang...
The train was going faster and faster.
Soon, everyone suddenly heard the sound of a cart being pushed.
At the same time, the light flickered twice and then remained on continuously.
The entire carriage was as bright as day.
Tian Qinghe sat upright in her seat, listening to the sound of the cart getting closer and closer.
Wei Lan, standing beside him, had her palms soaked with cold sweat.
Gradually, the carriage began to become noisy, but not a single sound came from the original passengers.
The flight attendants, wearing peaked caps, slowly walked past them, back and forth, pacing back and forth in the carriage.
Or perhaps... it's surveillance.
Monitor whether anyone leaves their seat.
"You're lucky."
Watching the flight attendant's figure disappear into the distance, Tian Qinghe said softly.
“If you had come out even a minute later, you would have broken her taboo and been strangled on the spot.”
Taboo?
Wei Lan was stunned; all of this was far beyond her comprehension.
Do you remember the story you told?
Tian Qinghe said, "The flight attendants inside are also this ghost."
He had a general understanding of the rules on this vehicle.
First of all, the overall process is not much different from that in ghost stories.
They would honk their horns three times short and one time long, then stop the car.
Immediately afterwards, the mountains appeared, and then the vehicle started moving again, and the crew came out.
To be precise, after the train started moving again, the carriage was filled with ghosts.
However, the train attendant actually appeared after the train stopped, but could only take action after the train started moving again.
That's why Wei Lan was able to survive in the bathroom for so long.
"But...but the welder left his seat!"
A hint of confusion flashed in Wei Lan's eyes. She clearly remembered that at the end of the story, the welder went to smoke at the junction of the carriages.
"That's why the story ends there."
Tian Qinghe said briefly, "Then he died."
"But if he died, how did this story get out?" Wei Lan couldn't understand.
A strange look appeared in Tian Qinghe's eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he said:
There are two kinds of ghost stories.
"One type is telling ghost stories."
"There's another kind... stories told by ghosts."
"I guess the story you told belongs to the latter category. It's a complete fabrication."
Tian Qinghe is very experienced in this regard.
The stories written and told by the ghost came true, much like the experiences in the Xianggang area.
It's even possible that knowing the story itself is the catalyst that brings it to life in reality.
"I already told you I don't read newspapers!"
While I was pondering, a gruff male voice suddenly rang out from the other side of the corridor.
He was the boy's father.
However, his tone still carried a deep sense of fear and a hint of helplessness...
Tian Qinghe tilted her head slightly, her hand clenching almost imperceptibly for a second.
The boy's father was very unlucky.
He was sitting alone in a row of three seats, which meant that the two empty seats next to him were now occupied by ghosts.
A man in a Zhongshan suit was leaning over, the newspaper almost poking his face.
As Tian Qinghe watched the father's expression gradually shift from anger to terror, his heart sank.
Ghosts have no patience.
Refusing once is fine, but refusing them too many times, won't that break a taboo?
But these ghosts are extremely malevolent and will definitely not give up easily; the only way to survive...
Perhaps this is our destination.
Where to next?