The rain pattered on the ground, and dark clouds filled the sky.
The lightning flashed, as if tearing open a gap, making everything seem so sudden, as if it foreshadowed something.
"This awful weather!" Fang Zong opened his umbrella and walked down the street to hail a taxi.
An old car is an old car. No matter how well it's maintained on the outside, the inside is pretty much worn out, and it'll break down when it really matters.
It just so happened to be raining, and Fang Zong's elegant black suit was half wet, his leather shoes were sticky on the ground.
Carmel-by-the-Sea is a charming seaside town on the Monterey Peninsula, about a two-hour drive from San Francisco. Since his vintage car had broken down, Fang Zong decided to take a taxi.
However, there was a train station nearby, so I didn't bother to wander around in the rain.
As the station bell rang, the train to Carmel-by-the-Sea arrived. Fang Zong walked to the ticket gate and saw a few cats and dogs, each carrying an umbrella, boarding the train.
The train is a bit dilapidated, but it's bound to a charming artsy town, so it's pretty much what you'd expect. I've heard that the residents of Carmel resist modernization, and perhaps this train is a product of that resistance.
I found a seat and sat down; there was a girl next to me.
...
"Hasn't Fang Zong arrived yet? Fang... Fang... Hey, Fang!"
In the town of Carmel, the road leading into the town center was blocked by the police. On both sides of the road, some people dressed in unusual ways were watching and talking.
Peter, dressed in a jet-black, spiderweb-patterned bodysuit, his brown eyes flashing menacingly, roared into his phone.
There was no signal, and I accidentally crushed my phone with too much force.
"Damn it, is Fang Zong unreliable? Or is the ghostly energy blocking the signal!"
Peter was left with only one arm, and the agents beside him held his severed arm as they listened to his roars.
A faint black aura flowed around his severed arm.
The entire road, stretching all the way to the deepest part of Carmel town, was shrouded in a faint, dark aura that made people feel cold and instinctively keep their distance.
"Haven't you analyzed the power of ghost energy yet?" Peter asked coldly.
Luke, the head of logistics and medical personnel standing nearby, shuddered and explained, "The power attributes of ghost energy are too complex. Even headquarters hasn't been able to figure it out... Peter, your severed arm has been completely corrupted and can't be reattached. Let me treat your wound, otherwise..."
"You want me to be crippled?!" Peter's eyes were deathly green.
Upon hearing this, Luke shuddered and didn't dare to say anything more.
In American superhero movies, there is Spider-Man, and there is also Dark Spider-Man who is combined with Venom. Movies are based on reality, and he is very clear about Peter's current emotional state. That pride, arrogance, and pain after setbacks are enough for Peter to go crazy and crush this logistics and medical supervisor agent to death!
“I’ll wait for Fang, maybe… he can help me!” Peter suppressed his emotions.
Luke shook his head slightly, his lips pursed.
Fang? Which Fang (vertical)?
He's just a monkey from the East who just joined the FBI. Can he exorcise ghosts? Can he reattach Spider-Man's arm?
Luke hates two kinds of people the most in his life: racists and Asians who knocked out three of his molars!
Just then, an agent carrying a submachine gun ran over: "Report, satellite surveillance has detected that logistics agent Fang Zong has entered the train station. Judging from the timing, he is very likely to have entered the Netherworld Train!"
"What?!" Peter's eyes widened.
...
Fang Zong can view the following information using his special agent privileges:
Since the resurgence of ghosts, four ghosts in San Francisco have become the most troublesome. The ghost doll Laura has already given Peter a headache, but she failed to make it into the top four, ranking sixth.
"Fifth is the Ghost Train, sixth is Lara Croft, seventh... um? Carmel-by-the-Sea isn't on the list?"
Fang Zong laughed. The person Peter could summon as his support doctor to save a life must be even more formidable than Laura.
The stronger the better, so he can touch it freely.
There was a newspaper on the table, but Fang Zong was too lazy to look at it. He checked the time; it was nine o'clock, and he would arrive around eleven. It would be perfect for a nap to recharge.
"Hey, I need to use the restroom."
I don't know how much time passed, but then I heard a sound from the side.
Fang Zong opened his eyes and saw that the girl sitting next to him had already stood up and was about to walk out into the corridor.
"Get out of the way!" The voice suddenly turned gloomy.
Fang Zong smiled, stood up, and stepped aside.
The girl walked over with her head down and her hair disheveled, showing no manners whatsoever. Fang Zong had just sat down when his gaze swept over the newspaper on the table, and his eyes froze.
Ninth Sister laughed heartily: "You sensed something was wrong?"
"certainly."
Fang Zong looked at the newspaper.
The newspaper headline read: "In 2015, the train you were on derailed at 9:00 AM while passing through a tunnel, resulting in 127 deaths. The list of the dead includes... Fang Zong!"
It was a densely packed death list, and the first name on the list was Fang Zong.
Fang Zong glanced at his watch again; it was nine o'clock. He smiled.
He just took a nap, and even if it was only for a minute, it wouldn't stop time from stopping.
"The Netherworld Train?" Fang Zongxiao asked.
"Bingo! Congratulations, Summoner, you got it right!"
Ninth Sister, a game enthusiast, chuckled sweetly: "Only when resentment reaches a certain peak will it turn into a ghost. Logically speaking, such a group event shouldn't produce ghosts. You're lucky."
Fang Zong was speechless.
Human nature is inherently flawed...
Mass incidents are when there are too many people, and they're all ready to die together. From the perspective of most people, it doesn't matter if there are too many people; everyone will die together, and one more won't make a difference.
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