The ghostly aura came quickly and went quickly, disappearing in an instant, leaving no trace as if it had never existed.
Then I saw Shi Long lead Mei Li out. She didn't follow, afraid that someone was using me as a diversionary tactic, and that my real target was me.
I took out my phone and checked the time. It was 2:15 a.m., an hour and fifteen minutes since I last checked the time.
"Where's the body? I want to see it." Only by seeing the body can I be sure if it was the ghost hand on my body that did it, because every time the ghost hand kills, it cuts off a part of the victim's head and leaves a black hand on his body. So far, all the people who have died by the black hand have the same situation.
"The body is still in the toilet. We didn't disturb anyone. Everyone in the other private rooms outside is asleep. I went to check, and there were no other victims. He was the only one who died."
"Yanling, you shouldn't go. I'm afraid you'll be scared," I said, turning to Yanling.
"No, I want to go with you. I'm not afraid," Yanling looked at me, determined to go with me.
I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so I had no choice but to let her come along.
Shi Long gave Shui Yanling a deep look, said nothing, and simply turned around and walked in front.
Mei Li sneered and followed behind him. I didn't understand why either. Could it really be related to the ghost hand on my body? Actually, Mei Li was just thinking, could a mere corpse make Shui Yanling afraid? Isn't that a joke? Is this guy an idiot?
I didn't think much of it. I gently took Shui Yanling's hand and followed behind them with a nervous heart.
There's only one toilet in our carriage, unisex, located at the very back of the carriage, not far from our compartment. Our compartment is the last one in the entire carriage; just turn the corner from our compartment and you'll see the toilet in no time.
Chapter Thirty: A Chill in My Back
Logically, if that greasy man had cried for help before he died, we should have been able to hear him, but for some reason, it seems that no sound came from Shi Long's description.
Before I even reached the restroom, I was hit by a strong smell of blood, and at that moment I finally understood why the greasy man hadn't cried for help before he died.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he simply couldn't. Countless hairs emerged from his mouth, completely blocking it. The hairs seemed to have grown out of his stomach, completely filling his eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and throat. It was a chilling sight, utterly disgusting. Even after seeing so many people killed by the Black Hand, I still felt a chill run down my spine.
The greasy man's hands were still clutching a lot of hair, as if he had struggled violently before his death. His white shirt, which had been yellowed, was now soaked with scarlet blood. Through the gaps in the shirt, one could see the dense strands of hair, which had actually burst his stomach.
His body lay there, his expression contorted in agony, as if he had suffered immense torment before his death. Although the scene before me was chilling, I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my heart.
At least now we know that the death of this greasy man has nothing to do with the ghostly hand on my body, and his death was completely different from that of the previous victims.
I glanced at Shi Long's expression and noticed he didn't seem too surprised. The greasy man's death was clearly not natural; most people would be terrified at the sight. If I hadn't experienced the series of events following the ghost hand incident, I probably would have been completely shaken. I guess I've been through a lot lately, and my mindset has improved considerably. The greasy man's death was definitely related to something unclean, but Shi Long didn't seem frightened. Did he also know that unclean things existed? You see, in this era, most people believe in science and scoff at things like ghosts and gods, thinking they're all fake and just psychological. I used to think that way, as did Lei Yu back then.
But Shi Long didn't react at all, which made me wonder about his true identity.
Shi Long seemed to know what I was thinking and said with a smile, "I believe in ghosts and gods, and I've encountered quite a few. This man's death must be related to those things."
Hearing Shi Long's words, I understood. It seems that Shi Long is not a simple person.
I initially thought Yanling might be scared, since girls are generally timid and would be even more frightened by things involving ghosts and gods. However, Yanling didn't seem too scared. I looked at her, and she shook her head at me, indicating that it was alright.
There are still about four hours until dawn, which means that the greasy man's body will be discovered in four hours, and the train will likely be temporarily suspended, causing panic among the crowd.
I really can't figure out how such a weird thing could suddenly appear on this train.
Shi Long seemed to know my doubts and pointed behind the greasy man's corpse. Looking in the direction he pointed, a broken urn lay there quietly, but for some reason, there was no ashes inside.
This urn is the same one that the gaunt man always held in his hands, almost never letting go. But why is the urn now broken here, with no sign of him?
I instantly remembered that when I was falling asleep, I vaguely saw that skinny man go out, as if he was going to the toilet.
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