The subway shook and began to slow down.

The dynamic advertisement outside the car is still playing.

With a ding-dong sound, the indicator light on the car jumped forward one notch.

The subway has arrived.

The door on the other side opened, and Ajin looked anxiously at the girl in a sailor suit whose face he couldn't see clearly as she stood up.

She was too thin, and the skin on her exposed knees was uneven and purple. She got out of the car carefully holding the bouquet in her hand.

Even though that stalk-like figure was shrouded in deathly aura, one could still feel that she should be very happy at the moment.

He must be going to meet someone very important, Ajin thought.

As soon as the girl in the sailor uniform stepped out of the carriage, she was impatiently submerged by the darkness. This darkness was pure and without any impurities. The continuous sound of the train's engine echoed on the platform, like the roar of a dying beast.

A layer of blood mist quickly condensed on the car window. It seemed as if there were countless pairs of eyes ready to move on the platform, and the sound of dripping water was getting closer and closer.

There was clearly sound all the time, not the desolate silence, but it still couldn't cover up this indescribable emptiness and dead silence.

This place is filled with a sense of decadence from the inside out. If you stay here for a long time, you will feel lonely and hopeless. The oppression brought by the outside world weighs heavily on your heart, making it almost impossible to breathe. It makes you feel that maybe no one will care if you die quietly.

The cold wind outside blew inwards, into his bones, into the depths of his soul, and seemed to want to blow him out of the car.

It was too cold, too cold... His hands and feet were so cold that they were frozen. Ajin stood up and prepared to move to a position away from the seams of the car.

The car lights flashed a few more times, and he immediately grabbed the handrail.

The passengers around him cast condemning glances at him, and he sat back down obediently as if he was enveloped by an invisible sense of suffocation in the air.

The three plastic surgery ghosts beside him kept looking at him with strange eyes, which made Ajin feel a little creepy.

Ajin turned his head and met a pair of prying eyes through the slightly reflective glass window.

The boy with half of his face stained with blood is a skateboarder.

Although he turned his head away due to the pressure of the three plastic surgery ghosts, they were still peeking at him through the reflective car window.

Ajin got goose bumps all over his body and rubbed his arms shivering. He felt strange again. What was it looking at?

After the girl in the sailor suit got off the subway, no new passengers got on until the subway doors closed again three minutes later.

The vehicle made a "beep" sound before the door closed, and this deserted and eerie train started again.

After closing the car door, it was finally not so cold anymore. Ajin blew a few breaths on his frozen hands.

At this time, the phone received a message again:

[Jiang Ji: Pay attention to the advertisements.]

Advertisement? Ah Jin was slightly startled. He quickly turned back to look, but he only caught a quick afterimage.

Ajin noticed the dynamic billboard outside the dark tunnel early in the morning. In such an empty and depressing tunnel, it was hard not to notice such an obvious and dynamic light source.

He even went out of his way to watch the advertisement on one of the platforms.

It's a promotional video for a coffee shop, and it's shot pretty well.

The shooting location was in a nicely decorated Japanese-style cafe. The lighting was a bit dim and the wind chimes on the door kept shaking.

The waiter standing behind the bar kept smiling and bowing towards the door, but the cafe was completely empty and there was no one to be seen.

Although business was slow, the photos still looked very bourgeois. Ajin didn't notice any clues from the advertisements, so he didn't pay attention to the tunnel advertisements that appeared at every station.

The cat avatar in the chat group quickly sent a message.

[I’ve seen all of these ads.]

[It's all about supermarket promotions, coffee shop marketing, scenic spot promotional videos, plastic surgery hospital packages, comic exhibition planning and promotion, investment and financial management projects, real estate purchases, etc.]

[These are all very common advertisements, no strange traces were detected...]

etc!

Ajin and Zheng Baixue reacted immediately.

Comic conventions and travel agencies correspond exactly to the socially anxious otaku on the subway and the sunset red tour group.

Combined with what Jiang Ji mentioned, the blood and yellowish fat-like substance that kept flowing out of the girl in the sailor suit who got on the bus again...it also corresponds to the advertisement for plastic surgery liposuction.

These advertisements and the passengers on the bus reflect each other exactly. Is there such a coincidence in the world?

Half a minute later, Zheng Baixue found the video she had taken before, and it could be seen that she had indeed taken Line 3 many times.

These were recorded with her mobile phone when she was riding Line 3 before. Ajin saw the tourist scenery promotional video she mentioned.

The architectural style and age should be from an ancient city in Fuso.

The cherry blossoms were in bloom, and a gust of wind blew them down.

There was an empty sightseeing bus parked on a not very wide path. The advertisement was very beautiful, but the picture was too empty, facing the silent building and a few cherry trees the whole time.

The picture looks toned, with a cool, white, and translucent tone.

Ajin felt that the color was familiar.

He immediately opened the photos of the passengers that Zheng Baixue had just sent. The old men and women had cloudy and dark eyes and scarlet lips. Even the little red hats on their heads looked faded, dead white and gray.

He counted the number of Little Red Riding Hoods, twelve in number.

I counted the seats on the sightseeing bus again.

One, two, three, four..., eleven, twelve!

So these passengers are the actors in the billboards?

Or will these passengers, after being mysteriously killed, become the passers-by tourists in this tunnel advertisement?

No wonder he felt that the composition of those advertisements was too empty and no one ever appeared in them. He even thought that this was the wabi-sabi style that was popular in Japan.

Just when Ajin's face was filled with wonder, there was a loud bang from the next carriage, causing the entire train to shake a few times.

Ah Jin's face turned pale and he looked terrified.

The sound came from the carriage where Jiang Ji was!

He quickly @ed her twice in the group, but received no response.

A Jin didn't care about anything else and waved his hand to call the three plastic surgery ghosts.

He stood up quickly, and the drunk office worker and the old lady holding the supermarket bag turned their heads and stared at him, each stretching out a pale arm to stop him.

He walked straight through the layer of mist that was impenetrable to the naked eye. The joints of the carriages began to shake violently, and the gap between the two carriages became larger and larger, as if preventing him from moving to other carriages.

"Help me!" Ajin shouted, and three plastic surgery ghosts silently stacked together and pushed him hard from behind.

He flew straight up and fell into the corridor of another carriage.

Ah Jin held his waist and climbed up, facing a group of pale faces.