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Fu Qitang vaguely heard someone shouting in his ear, followed by a cold sensation on his arm, he was jolted, and instantly woke up from his light sleep.

A middle-aged man in a high-speed rail station uniform stood in front of him, looking at him expressionlessly.

Fu Qitang looked down at the watch on his wrist, it was 45:[-] in the morning.

"Your car has pulled into the station." The middle-aged man said bluntly.

"what?"

Fu Qitang froze for a moment, then remembered why he appeared here.

As an eighth-line artist, Fu Qitang received a very popular escape room variety show on a rare occasion, but the recording time was rushed, and the program team asked him to arrive at a certain recording studio in Xiaocheng at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning.

Time was running short, plus there was no suitable flight, and manager Liu Xian was still taking other artists out to announce, so Fu Qitang had no choice but to buy the nearest high-speed rail ticket.

The train departs from Jicheng at 29:[-] in the morning and arrives in Xiaocheng at [-]:[-]. After calculating the time, I can go back to the hotel to clean up. Except that I can’t sleep, everything else is quite suitable.

"Your car has pulled into the station." Seeing that he didn't respond, the middle-aged man repeated it again.

"Oh, thanks."

Fu Qitang stood up and stretched, bent down to clean up the things next to the seat - an empty coffee cup, a cake bag, and a book that fell on the floor.

The waiting hall is bright but empty, and there are very few passengers tonight.

"It's so deserted, isn't it that even the high-speed rail is in a downturn?" Fu Qitang scratched his hair, "It seems that I shouldn't drink that cup of coffee... May I ask where is the bathroom?"

"It's too late, your car has pulled into the station." The middle-aged man urged again, his tone more urgent.

The hoarse voice was like rusty iron nails scratching on sandpaper.

For some reason, Fu Qitang felt a little uneasy, and his temples twitched.

"It's too late, I'll go to the bathroom first."

As he spoke, he turned a corner, but he was blocked unexpectedly.

"The toilet is broken. There is a toilet in the car. You should get in the car."

"..."

Fu Qitang was a little speechless, and spent half a second regretting that maybe he shouldn't have bought a high-speed train in such a late night where there were no people on it, but thinking of the variety show that he finally received, he still dragged his suitcase resignedly Walk towards the platform.

The ticket gate was empty, and the electronic screen next to it displayed the information of the only train tonight. Train G0101 had already entered the station, which was exactly the one Fu Qitang was on.

Fu Qitang swiped his ticket to enter the station, and took a look at his seat. Car 06, No. 06A, was not bad, very auspicious.

He flicked the ticket with his fingers, never expecting that after only half an hour, he would change his mind from the inside out—is this a goddamn auspicious ghost? !

Entering the station from the elevator, a huge off-white train stopped quietly on the rails, with black characters printed on the body - G0101 Infinity Number.

Unlimited number?

Fu Qitang rubbed his chin. He remembered that the high-speed rail was called Harmony or Fuxing?When will there be an infinite number?

It's a bit strange.

However, this idea only flashed in my mind for a moment, and then disappeared.

Finding the No. 06 car, Fu Qitang handed over the ID card and the ticket together, and said casually: "Is this car usually so deserted? Basically, there is no one there?"

The train conductor was short and almost reached Fu Qitang's chin. He took the ticket for verification and let out a low "hmm" from his throat.

"Is there really no one?" Fu Qitang was a little surprised, and joked, "Then why are you driving this car? Is it for a ghost?"

After checking the tickets, Fu Qitang walked into the car naturally, and took the tickets from the conductor by the way.

Unexpectedly, the conductor did not let go, Fu Qitang held the corner of the ticket and pulled it a little bit harder, but the other party did not move at all.

"?"

The conductor looked at him carefully, the brim of the hat cast a shadow under the dim light, covering half of his face, only showing the part below the nose.

"...Fu Qitang?"

His chapped lips moved, revealing a row of withered and yellow teeth.

Of course, Fu Qitang didn't think that the train conductor, who looked nearly fifty years old, would be his fan. At this moment, he instinctively felt that something was wrong, and his original movement of stepping forward also stopped in an instant.

Intuition told him he shouldn't get in the car.

Even if you miss the chance to be on the show tomorrow and spend your whole life on the streets.

Fu Qitang rarely had such an intuition, but every time it worked, it even saved his life.

He turned around and left immediately, but at this moment, a pair of cold hands pushed behind him abruptly, pushing him into the carriage abruptly.

The car door slammed shut.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Fu Qitang staggered two steps, quickly stood firm, turned around and slapped on the door of the car: "Open the door, I won't take this car, I want to get off!"

The conductor outside the car still stood upright, unmoved.

"What's going on, I said I won't take the car, can't you hear me? This is an illegal car, and you still push your head to let people sit?!"

"Open the door!"

Fu Qitang patted the car door angrily, his premonition getting worse and worse.

"That's too late……"

The conductor's voice became hoarse and misty, and the volume was very low, but Fu Qitang could clearly hear what he was saying.

"The car is about to start, I wish you... a pleasant journey."

Before the words were finished, the train started slowly, and the airflow brought by it washed away the conductor's hat.

He raised his head, the corners of his mouth got bigger and bigger, almost reaching the ears, his yellow teeth were unevenly arranged on the dry gums, and Fu Qitang, who was in the car, showed a distorted smile.

Fu Qitang finally saw the whole picture of this person clearly, gray and thin hair, wrinkled and shriveled skin, dry and empty eye sockets.

—No eyeballs.

This turned out to be a dead man!

What the hell? !Frightened, Fu Qitang took two steps back, bumping his shoulder against the carriage on the other side.

The train officially started.

Three in the morning.

The lights on the roof flickered for a moment, and the brief darkness was like snowflakes flashing on an old-fashioned TV, revealing a hint of silence and eerieness.

Fu Qitang's back was pressed against one side of the carriage, and the moment just now kept reappearing in front of his eyes, making him recall the beginnings of countless horror movies he had watched.

In the empty station, he was the only one looking around, and he encountered another neither human nor ghost on the way. The degree of overlap was simply terrifying.

"What's the situation? Is that guy a human or a ghost?"

Fu Qitang scratched his hair irritably. Fortunately, he has always been more courageous than ordinary people. In addition, at this moment, an inexplicable sense of fate welled up in his heart, telling him that this day has finally come, so he did not No panic as expected.

"Something's wrong...how can I feel this way? Could it be that I lost my memory, isn't this the first time I've seen a ghost?"

Taking a deep breath, Fu Qitang made a joke casually. Anyway, the train has already started at this moment, it is impossible to jump off the train, and it is useless to panic and fear.

After calming down, Fu Qitang began to look at his current environment.

He came in from the entrances and exits of the two carriages No. 06 and 07 just now, and he was standing in the public area at this moment.

But unlike ordinary trains, there is no bathroom here. There are only two pure black doors with the car number written in white spray paint in the middle, which are tightly closed at this time.

Fu Qitang walked through the passage, came to the door with "07" and tried to push it, but found that the door was locked from the inside, and the door panel was made of unknown material, it was very heavy, under his strength Almost motionless.He moved closer and put his ear on it, knocked a few times with his fingers, waited, but there was no response.

"Nobody? Or do you mean you can't enter a car that doesn't belong to you?"

As he spoke, he walked back to compartment 06, which was the number on his ticket. The black door was also tightly closed, but it was easily pushed open.

"Um……"

Seeing clearly that the scene in front of him is absolutely impossible to appear on any high-speed train in China, Fu Qitang pondered.

——This turned out to be his bedroom.

The smoky gray plush carpet, the custom-made large-sized bed, and the frigid three-piece bed linen on it, and a half-new book on the pillow, which he was reading the night before he left home that book of poems.

After a moment of silence, Fu Qitang still decided to go in and check.

Bookshelves, small refrigerators, wardrobes, including floor lamps, every piece of furniture is the same as he remembered, and he even found several boxes of unopened underwear in the bedside table, which are new products from the endorser he talked about last week , for each color.

"It seems to be some kind of supernatural power."

Fu Qitang raised his eyebrows, feeling that his three views were being rapidly deconstructed, and then re-established, "Then I am the chosen one, why choose me, to save the world?"

Thinking back to the cartoons at the beginning, Fu Qitang finally decided to go to the toilet first. After all, he wanted to go to the toilet just now when he was in the waiting hall, and it would be bad for his health if he endured it for a long time.

The bathroom was also exactly as he remembered it.

It's just that the product information on the hand sanitizer bottle was blurred, as if it had been automatically mosaiced by some force. Thinking that this bottle of hand sanitizer, including some other daily necessities at home, was bought by his assistant Xiao Chen, and he didn't care about it, Fu Qitang chose She raised her eyebrows and had a guess in her heart.

In order to verify this conjecture, Fu Qitang walked quickly to the front of the bookshelf in the bedroom and took out the "On the Monarch" in the second row C. This book was bought by him before and used as a pretense. He took a photo and posted it on World Book Day. I opened it once when I was on Weibo, but I didn't even read the catalog.

When the pages of the book were opened, all eyes could see a lifeless mosaic.

Sure enough, this car No. 06, which was exactly the same as his own bedroom, including every piece of furniture and every item in the car, was generated based on his memory.

Therefore, those things that are more impressive in his impression are extraordinarily real, such as the soft and comfortable bed in front of him, the sheets and quilts that he just changed before he left, etc.; Naturally, it is impossible to restore what has been lost.

He knew that there was hand sanitizer on the sink, and there was really a bottle there, but he didn't know the brand or smell of the bottle of hand sanitizer, so he couldn't see the product information behind the bottle at all.

The same is true of the "The Prince" in my hand.

Fu Qitang was thinking about it when someone knocked on the carriage door.

"Is there anyone inside? If there is, please tell me... Uh, if it's not a person, forget it."

Fu Qitang turned his head and saw a young man wearing a Hawaiian shirt and green beach pants, with a pair of sunglasses pinned to his collar, putting down his hands and taking a step back. Obviously, he was the one who knocked on the door just now.

Fu Qitang remembered very clearly that he hadn't closed the door when he came in just now, even now from his perspective, the two black door panels were still concealed, as long as the flowered shirt outside the door peeked through the crack He could see himself, but he seemed to be blocked by something, and he didn't realize that the door was open at all.

This once again proved Fu Qitang's previous speculation that everyone can only enter the corresponding compartment on their ticket.

Su Wei knocked on the door again, with a hesitant expression on his face, as if he believed that this carriage was also empty, just as he turned around to leave, he saw the door behind him being opened, and an overly good-looking man appeared in front of him.

"Oh, I'll go," Su Wei was stunned at first glance at Fu Qitang's appearance, raised his hand to touch his face and murmured, "I'm not the chosen one, but you are?"

"What?" Fu Qitang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's nothing." Su Wei thought of the business and slapped his head, "I mean, did you see a ghost just now?!"

"Didn't you see it? It's the dead body examiner," Su Wei said, and looked Fu Qitang up and down again, "Are my guesses wrong? Or did you evade the fare?"

How unlucky it is to evade the fare and get on this train.

Fu Qitang was amused by his active thinking, and the weird atmosphere around him seemed to fade a little.

But he didn't relax his vigilance because of the addition of a companion, and he didn't intend to invite Su Wei in to talk at all, but walked out by himself and closed the door lightly.

After all, reading so many horror novels is not for nothing. There must be some reason for the compartments to be set up so that no one else is allowed to enter, but I don't know it yet.

He stretched out his hand to Su Wei, and introduced himself: "Fu Qitang."

"Oh, hello, my name is Su Wei."

The two shook hands, and Fu Qitang continued: "There is indeed a dry-mortem examiner. Since you have seen it too, it is not my eyesight. By the way, what carriage are you in?"

"No. 12. I came from there. I knocked on every car, but no one, or no one answered me." Su Wei pointed to the direction he came from, and said, "And I found that car No. 12 seems very Familiar, do you feel this way?"

"Yes, because it is exactly the same as my bedroom." Fu Qitang was a little puzzled, "Can't you remember what your bedroom looks like?"

"Of course, I have three houses under my name alone, and my parents have four houses, adding up to seven bedrooms. Is it normal that I can't remember?" Su Wei said confidently, "No wonder I think that carriage is weird. , the carpet is obviously from the house in East Lake, and the hanging picture is from Vision Spring, so it was generated from my memory..."

Fu Qitang shrugged and was about to speak when a voice suddenly sounded from above his head.

It's the train announcement.

"Newcomers, please go to the No. 0 compartment at the head of the train to gather immediately. I repeat, newcomers, please go to the No. 0 compartment at the front of the train to gather immediately. Hurry up, or you will bear the consequences."

The voice sounded like it belonged to some young man, clean and elegant, he paused, as if he was communicating with the people around him, and then added rather helplessly: "Well, this is not a drill, not a joke, if you If you still want to live, please come here as soon as possible.”