The cold wind howled on the platform at night, causing the hanging gas lamps to sway.

In such a scene, the dim light sometimes lengthens and sometimes shortens, allowing the steam train quietly parked on the track to occasionally escape from the darkness and occasionally fall into the shadow, creating an indescribable feeling of eerie silence.

At this time, a team of policemen in black and white checkered uniforms entered the platform and, under the guidance of the duty manager of the railway company, walked towards the huge and slightly old train.

"For some reason, after all the passengers left, all the train crew members, including the conductor, returned to the carriage and never came out again. I sent someone to look for them and asked them to come out quickly and rest early. But the person who was sent ran out of the carriage very quickly, as if he had a disease, and could only shout hysterically, 'They are all dead! ' 'They are all dead!'" The railway company's duty manager, wearing a blue coat and holding a lantern, introduced the situation as he walked.

From his slightly stuttering words and slightly trembling body, the police could easily see that he had a great fear hidden in his heart. It seemed that as long as someone suddenly patted his shoulder, he would jump up suddenly, drop everything and run to the platform exit.

This sentiment also infected the police, and all of them put their hands on their waists and pressed down on their gun bags.

Tap, tap, tap, the sound of leather boots stepping on the hard ground echoed again and again. The policemen followed the manager on duty and vigilantly entered the front of a carriage.

In this carriage, there were two people sitting in each row. They were standing on the left and right, away from the windows. At this moment, they were leaning back in their chairs without moving.

With the help of the gas lamp outside the window and the light of the lantern in his hand, the leading inspector quickly saw the scene in front of him.

All the people here are the staff of the steam train. They are wearing blue uniforms of different styles for men and women. They sit quietly in different positions. Their faces are pale and their eyes are open. Although they are no longer breathing, the corners of their mouths are obviously upturned, revealing eight teeth.

Seeing these almost identical smiles, the hairs of everyone present stood on end and they subconsciously held their breath.

To them, this scene was too weird and terrifying. They just wanted to turn around immediately, leave here, and check the situation again in the morning!

The leading inspector secretly took two deep breaths and told the police officer beside him:

"To confirm whether they are all dead..."

At this point, he glanced at the railway company's duty manager again:

"Follow them and see if there are few or many people."

"Okay, okay, officer," the duty manager said tremblingly.

As he and several police officers went deeper into the carriage, the rest of the personnel drew their pistols and became more alert.

Time passed slowly in the unbearable silence. Finally, several police officers stopped at the end of the carriage and turned around and shouted:

"Confirmed to be all dead!"

The railway company's duty manager followed up with a trembling voice:

"Two people are missing, a conductor and a driver..."

Seeing that no accidents had occurred for such a long time, the leading inspector calmed down a lot. After thinking for a while, he said to all the police officers:

“Keep the body in its original state pending an autopsy.

"At the same time, we will split into two groups. One group will go to other carriages to look for the conductor and the driver, and the other group will explore the scene for traces and collect relevant information. When the sun rises, we will investigate both the train crew and the previous passengers to find commonalities and special features."

- Although many passengers did not present their identification documents when purchasing tickets, the chief inspector believed that he could always find some people who had truthfully registered their circumstances and then ask them if they had noticed any unusual circumstances or noteworthy passengers on the train.

As soon as he finished speaking, a bone-chilling cold wind came from nowhere and whistled through the carriage.

When everything calmed down, the head inspector was about to emphasize what he had just said, but suddenly found something wrong:

The steam train worker sitting in his seat still had his eyes open and his face was pale, but his mouth had closed at some point and his eight teeth were no longer visible.

…………

In a luxurious hotel room, the wall lamps complement each other, making the carpeted area with tables and chairs exceptionally bright.

Klein had transformed into Gehrman Sparrow, sitting on the sofa with his left foot crossed over his right leg.

Standing beside him was the local "winner" Enzo, and in front of him stood a row of cult puppets.

These were some of the people who had previously attempted to sacrifice all the passengers on the steam train, led by the man with small red and swollen lumps on the sides of his face, the conductor, and the driver.

They came from different neighborhoods in different appearances and converged here.

“Who asked you to be sacrificed?” Klein asked in a low voice.

After being promoted to Sequence 4 and becoming a "Weird Mage", he is no longer limited to reading thoughts from the shallow consciousness of the secret doll. He can also use the enhanced "Spirit Thread" to control it and directly do things similar to telepathy.

Of course, the higher the level of the secret doll itself, the worse the effect of the spiritual communication.

After a brief silence, the train conductor, who was obviously from Loen and had thick body hair, spoke woodenly:

"It is God's decree."

"Which god?" Klein took the bone china teacup handed to him by the "winner" Enzo and took a sip.

The conductor responded dully:

“God is God, there is no other.”

Klein put down the cup and asked:

"How did He deliver the oracle? What did He say specifically?"

The conductor suddenly became respectful:

"He gave us the command through the sacred objects, asking us to please Him with a sacrifice consisting of a large number of lives, and He will give us eternal life in His kingdom."

A large number of life sacrifices... Compared to the Spiritual Cult, the Rose School of Thought prefers similar things. They have always been famous for bloody sacrifices... But the idea of ​​gaining eternal life in the Kingdom of God is similar to some of the ideas of the Spiritual Cult. Of course, it is not ruled out that it was deliberately made up to deceive these people... Klein pondered for a while and said:

"What divine object?"

The conductor did not answer, but glanced at the man with the small red bump on the side of his face.

The man then took something out from the inside pocket of his clothes:

This is a rag doll of ordinary workmanship, with curved eyes and mouth.

"God will give us orders through it at specific times. I bought this at the grocery market." The man with a small red bump on the side of his face said calmly, his tone flat.

This... Klein thought of many possibilities in an instant, and then asked the "winner" Enzo to take the rag doll and examine it carefully, but he didn't find anything unusual.

In his experience, this meant that the problem was not with the doll itself. The situation could be divided into two categories: one was that someone was pretending to be a god using the doll as a cover not far away; the other was that there really was a hidden being who specially marked this thing and used it to send down an oracle.

"If it's the former, then he must have discovered the death of the train crew and taken precautions... If it's the latter, then maybe he hasn't noticed anything yet..." Klein thought for a while and asked the "winner" Enzo to place the rag doll on the desk in front of the window.

He then stood up and instantly turned into another train staff member, standing with the row of cultists.

A similar change occurred when "winner" Enzo returned.

I don’t know how much time passed, and the night was getting darker and darker.

Suddenly, on the desk bathed in crimson moonlight, the rag doll with curved eyes and mouth moved its limbs and slowly stood up.

PS: This chapter has a few words because I was so angry that I couldn't write at all. I was halfway through writing and wanted to match a sentence in the previous chapter, so I clicked on the webpage and opened the previous chapter. As a result, I found that the description related to the sacrifice was deleted. . Such review and deletion is simply unspeakable. Without that paragraph, who can understand the plot? I can't understand it myself! Moreover, what is prohibited in that plot? Writing about bad people doing bad things and lashing out at ugliness will be deleted? I didn't describe the process of sacrifice in detail so that people can imitate it. I don't understand what the review standards of Yuewen are now. Do they want to change the book to the point of nonsense?

I cannot accept that my work has become something that is disjointed, broken in structure, and not well-written. It has become something inexplicable and incomprehensible. I have reflected on the many changes that have been made to the previous chapters, and I acknowledge that the current environment is difficult and we all understand each other, so I said nothing. But now the changes have become so abnormal that the plot is incoherent and cannot be written clearly. I really cannot stand it. Everyone has certain predictions about the tone and atmosphere of the mystery and what will be written in the future. As a result, I simply could not continue writing.

I have now added the content that was deleted in the previous chapter, but I don’t know when it will be deleted again, and the same is true in the future. I don’t know if I can continue to write this book, and when I will finish writing it. Well, compared to the previous hour, I have calmed down now and will not say anything extreme. Please read and cherish it. I will continue to write until I can’t write anymore. I will not punish my readers with the mistakes of others. Well, that’s it.