so……

In fact, the weirdness has always been hidden in Zheng Baixue?

Ajin inexplicably thought of a foreign horror movie he had seen.

The hero in the film always felt sore in his neck, but he didn't know why. When he went to the hospital for a check-up, the scale happened to have problems and his weight came out to be over 100 kilograms.

In the end, the hero discovered that his dead ex-girlfriend had been riding on his neck, with her legs on his shoulders, her hands clamped on his head, and snuggling tightly with him, but he didn't know it all along.

Those extra few dozen kilograms.

It is the weight of the female ghost.

Thinking of the horrifying scenes in the movie, Ajin swallowed hard, not daring to confirm his thoughts for a moment.

The shadow on the ground soon completely covered his figure. Ajin turned his head suddenly and was shocked.

Those eyes were numb, empty, and flat.

There was no light in her dark eyes, which were completely different from the Zheng Baixue I saw on the subway before. Instead, she looked no different from the passengers around her who were lost in themselves. Her eyes were filled with pain and death.

The speed at which this reproduction spreads...

You don't even have to reach the terminal to pollute them all.

“The Werther Effect.”

This word suddenly flashed through Ajin's mind.

The instructor in the superpower training camp said that suicide is contagious. When a suicide incident is reported, the suicide rate in the area covered by the report will increase significantly in the following period of time.

This train is like a country of suicides.

The wind whistled in from nowhere, and the whispers around me started out very quietly, but became clearer and louder.

It felt like a swarm of flies were buzzing around in his head, making him want to bang his head against the wall and then twist his head off.

All I saw were gray and gloomy faces.

They stared at the dark tunnel passing by quickly outside the window, and their lonely souls once stopped briefly at the words on the billboard.

Moths that fly towards the faint light can only feel coldness.

"I've saved some money and taken out a small loan... Everything will be fine... We will be happy..."

"You bastard who threw dirty water at me, go to hell with me... No one can escape... Everyone will be punished..."

"My son paid for the tour group... I raise my son to take care of me in my old age... Okay, okay, I'll give up the treatment and won't be a burden to you..."

The young mother smiled as if she was hypnotizing herself: "We are almost there. We will be able to see Dad at the terminal, Yang Tai...

The weather is so nice today... Dad is waiting for us at the terminal... Our family will be reunited soon..."

The young child pointed out the window, "Dad!"

The next second, a loud bang was heard outside the train.

The carriage was shaking as if it had hit something, and there were constant sounds of heavy objects falling and colliding in the tunnel, one after another.

The expressions of these passengers became increasingly distorted, gray and lifeless.

The Subway Line 3, or the JR commuter train, deliberately does not follow the rules and requirements of the ghost realm.

The longer they stay on the train and the closer they are to these suicide victims, the more they will be infected by their emotions before they commit suicide.

But these whispers and murmurs contain clues to the passage, and they have to listen.

Psychics have special training for mental confrontation, but highly tense nerves are more easily fatigued, and it is difficult not to feel stress and anxiety.

Zheng Baixue's situation was more serious than his. Group 2 lost most of its members in the Xicheng District incident, and the two interns they recruited were both wolves. They almost lost their number and team resources. Ajin heard that she and Lu Wangjin gritted their teeth and met the assessment indicators of a full-staffed team.

A Jin began to worry about Jiang Ji again. Jiang Ji was not even a psychic. Her mental strength was just at the level of an ordinary person. Moreover, even Qingfangzhu was summoned by her last time. Her mental state was worrying.

He was secretly worried. He didn't find anyone in the carriage next to him just now. Could something really have happened?

"What...did you find?"

Zheng Baixue's body was shaking, and she obviously didn't even have the strength to stand. She tried very hard to express her thoughts, and each sentence had to be broken down into several parts.

After saying this, it was as if all my strength had been used up. I fell into my own empty and desolate inner world, lost in thought.

Ah Jin stretched out his hand and waved it under her eyelids. There was no response. He turned around and asked the three plastic surgery ghosts behind him:

"Have you seen her..."

He didn't dare to say the rest of the words, only hinting with his eyes that the weird person following him was probably right next to Zheng Baixue, and he was afraid of being heard.

The reaction of this monster is different from that of a ghost. The humans possessed by it will not feel anything, and no one knows where it is hiding.

The three plastic surgery ghosts looked at each other and nodded.

really.

It’s hidden so deeply.

The D-level weirdness is so cunning, damn it.

Ah Jin felt that he had an important task on his shoulders. He used his old trick again and shouted behind Zheng Baixue: "Hey, boss, why are you here?"

Zheng Baixue hung her head like a plaster doll.

It seems that the condition has worsened and the captain is no longer effective.

Ah Jin thought for a moment and looked surprised: "Director Nie, you said you want to give the number of Team 2 to Team 3?"

This time, Zheng Baixue's eyelids trembled violently, but quickly drooped again.

Ajin felt miserable in his heart.

It’s over, it’s over, even this won’t work?

Ajin really wanted to turn around and tell Zheng Baixue the truth directly, but reason stopped him. It was difficult for Zheng Baixue to think normally in her current state.

Even if he told Zheng Baixue directly, the other party might not even listen to what he said. Not only would he not be able to pull her out of her negative emotions, but it might also attract the attention of that weirdo.

Even Zheng Baixue in her normal state is said to be a decisive person and confident enough in herself. In other words, she is skeptical about everything and requires substantial evidence to convince her.

Otherwise, just attack the weird one directly?

He should be able to deal with D-level weirdness... right?

Ajin pondered.

But now the problem arises again.

He had no idea where the monster was, and if he missed, he would definitely trigger Zheng Baixue's stress-fighting instinct.

He definitely couldn't defeat the fighters from Team Two. Even the contaminated Zheng Baixue was a genuine Class B mutant.

What should be done?

Is there any way to find out the weirdness that is following us?

Or let Zheng Baixue see this monster with her own eyes?

The whispers around him had reached a level that was hard to ignore. They were slowly constricting his throat and heart, as if they were going to push him into the deep sea bit by bit. Ajin gritted his teeth and thrust the hard object in his pocket into his palm once again.

An idea suddenly occurred to him and he took out the thing from his pocket. The hard edges were already stained with blood.

That was the Polaroid left by the Prophet.

The one at the top is the inky black photo.

Ajin tried many methods but couldn't develop the photo.

Since this thing can help him stay awake and even see the moment of everyone's death... it should be able to break through obstacles, right?

Thinking of this, Ajin no longer hesitated.

Now I can only try this method.