Ah Jin did not have time to be afraid and directly asked the down-and-out cartoonist who was hugging a thick leg and picking his toes.

"Did you see a girl? She was just here."

The sloppy and greasy uncle slowly raised his head, a strange smile appeared on his unshaven face, and pointed his finger at a place:

"She... is... right... here... ah..."

Ajin looked at the empty seat with a look of surprise.

Jiang Ji... is here?

He looked back at the three ghosts behind him, and they all nodded at him.

Obviously, these strange things can sense Jiang Ji's presence.

But as a human being, he couldn't find it.

Ajin's mental power failed to detect any signs of life, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Jiang Ji is here, but they can't see her.

Ajin couldn't help but think of the black Polaroid camera and the dream he had at the Xinlingmei Plastic Surgery Hospital. He felt anxious and forced himself to analyze the situation based on the current clues.

Zheng Baixue, who was the farthest away, also ran over.

When she saw the three plastic surgery ghosts, she paused for a moment, looked around but didn't see Jiang Ji, her face froze, "Gone?"

Ajin's mind was full of mixed thoughts, with countless pieces of information tearing and fighting in his mind. He felt that his brain was working faster than ever before. He felt that he had touched part of the truth, but it was not enough.

Always feeling that something was missing, he followed his intuition, carefully observing the passengers on both sides, and ran across the carriage again and again.

I don't know how many times the subway door opened.

Passengers got in and out of the car.

Can't think of it, can't find it...

Ajin's heart became increasingly heavy, and even his jogging steps became slow and clumsy. He just wanted to find a corner, curl himself up into a ball, and hide, and die quietly.

So tired... Really so tired...

He really seemed to be of no use... Ajin stopped, found a place to sit down, put his hands into his trouser pockets in frustration, and suddenly touched something sharp.

The edge of the corner cut her finger, and Ah Jin suddenly perked up. She turned around and saw Zheng Baixue behind her, and her eyes also became numb and dull.

The carriage had turned into a scene of chaos and confusion. His head was buzzing and he could no longer remember what these passengers looked like at first.

The girl in a sailor suit who said numbly, "We will be happy", "I'm not a fat pig anymore", "See you again".

A high school female teacher was crying and laughing while cursing "son of a bitch", "beast", "go to hell".

Her broken body was stitched together with needles, so that the needle and thread penetrated every inch of her skin, and there were more patches than bones in her body.

He saw an office worker who was drunk, with a flushed face, slumped in his seat and muttering "I can't live without this job", "loan", "supporting the family". He was like a leaking hot water bottle, with red and white liquid flowing out continuously, all over the floor.

There was also an old lady who was tremblingly holding on to the handrail, muttering "my son is unemployed" and "when will this month's subsidy be paid?"

And the group of old men and women who traveled abroad with cheap tour groups, full of curiosity about everything, holding various shopping lists in their hands, with a long list of numbers on the price column bleeding, and they kept muttering:

"It's a bit expensive... This jade is effective in treating cancer... It's been on the news, and my tour guide even showed it to me..."

The train braked and Ajin was tripped by an old man's cell phone in the tour group. He stopped to help pick it up. There was a huge old man's font on the phone: You old fool have money to go out and have fun, but you don't have money for your son to pay the mortgage. If you go out, don't come back. There is no place for you to stay.

The gloom in his heart grew even heavier, he scratched his hand in his trouser pocket and blood gushed out. Ajin soberly handed the phone to the old man whose little red hat had faded and there was a big hole on his head.

Ajin had a hunch that they must uncover the mystery before reaching the terminal, otherwise they would be lured to death.

These getting on and off the train do not happen on the same day...Few people pay attention to which carriage they get on every day.

Walking to the last car, Jin saw the mother with two children again. They hadn't gotten off the train yet, and were chatting and laughing in their seats: "You can see your daddy when you get to the last stop, Yang Tai~"

Ajin remembered that Zheng Baixue had said before that her mother was teaching her children to read.

How did they learn to read without any reading materials?

Ajin took out his cell phone and opened Zheng Baixue's photo.

His head was a little dizzy now, and he shook it hard. Thanks to Zheng Baixue for her habit of taking photos for record. In the photo, this full-time mother and her two children were all looking in the same direction...out the window.

They were learning the information on the billboards outside the window.

The girl in the sailor suit who has taken this train for more than 200 times, and the office workers and female teachers who take this commuter train to and from get off work.

The cartoonist who rides this train every day and observes the flow of people...

The similarity between these people is probably that they have looked at the advertisements outside the car windows countless times on this monotonous journey.

Therefore, the real stalker is not the "man" that the investigation bureau has been looking for, but the billboard on this route.

On this JR line, the billboards in these tunnels bear witness to death over and over again, people falling from the platforms and disappearing.

Whether it is campus, workplace, or family, there are many conflicts. Sadness and loneliness are witnessed by billboards, which have become the only light that can be seen in the darkness as you pass through the sardine-can-like carriage.

In Fusang culture, it is believed that "all things have spirits".

Things are life, life is things.

They would perform salvation rituals for worn-out dolls and hold grand ascension ceremonies. When they return home alone, they would say “I’m back” to the empty house. Before eating, they would say “I’m starting to eat” to the empty air.

They believe that all objects in the world that are used and stared at, even pillows, brooms, clogs, and umbrellas, can turn into monsters.

The fact that billboards have become ghosts is inseparable from their culture.

Just like the maid statue, it all comes from people's beliefs.

After seeing these billboards scattered throughout the tunnel, you will be "seen" by the weirdness in the tunnel, and it will quietly stick to you.

It may affect your body, but it does not mean immediate death.

He suddenly shouted, "Boss, why are you here?"

Zheng Baixue behind him shuddered all over, woke up immediately, lowered his head and began to fix his hair and pull his clothes.

Ah Jin turned around and asked: "Have you checked the victim's phone? Did she say anything on social media on the day of the incident and the day before?"

Zheng Baixue: “…”

Her lips turned pale and she replied listlessly, “She was also working overtime the day before the accident. She posted a circle of friends after midnight. She said she wanted to eat hot pot, and her friend secretly ordered takeout for her.

But she worked overtime until very late the next day, and she said to her friend, "Life is so tiring, I want to jump off here."

Yes, Ajin thought thoughtfully, after watching the advertisements on this route, one will become a strange target, and when the possessed human says or expresses the desire to die, it will be put into action.

Some people may really want to die, while others may just be talking nonsense with friends or are temporarily pessimistic and depressed.

This monster is very similar to Aoandon. It is always attracted to women who want to commit suicide and "helps" women who regret committing suicide successfully.

In the eyes of these weird people, living is much more painful than death.

Now that we have discovered the strange possession and the pattern of murder, we need to find out where this strange thing is hiding... Ajin is feeling dizzy now, as if he has a hangover, and he holds on to the handle.

The elongated shadow on the ground slowly covered him, tall and swaying.

Wait, Ajin suddenly thought.

These days, Zheng Baixue has passed this route again and again.

So--