musicians of old

Chapter 162 Acquaintances
In the night, a long line of trains that are as black as ink are running at a slow speed on this abandoned railway track!

Fan Ning felt that the state of the whole person was a little unreal at this time.

Did this kind of inexplicable market anecdote really happen to me?
So what to do? …Look at how fast this ghost train is, according to what you said before saying good night to each other, go knock on the door of the next room first?

Fan Ning was thinking rapidly in his mind, and suddenly he discovered a scene that made him feel extremely frightened!
On the suburban road with a wide view, under the faint halo of gas lamps, the backs of two girls in dresses are running towards that section of the railroad track!

"Crazy? Sheeran, Joan, are you two crazy?" Fanning growled suddenly.

…No, then I will go up with them.Regardless of the height of the floor, he directly fastened the open pajamas, turned over and climbed onto the desk, just as he reached out to open the window——

The whole arm went straight out of the glass window!

Fan Ning suddenly felt something in his heart, and his whole body slammed into him lightly, with a burst of water ripples, he rushed out of the hotel building and flew into the sky, getting closer and closer to the running backs of the two little girls.

The surrounding scene began to fade, the darkness of the night, the light green of the grass reflected by the gas lamp, the orange of the farm windows, the dark brown of the railway tracks, the water green and bay red of the skirt all faded to pure white, when Fanning swooped down from the night sky, stretched When the outstretched fingers were about to touch Xilan's back, everything suddenly peeled off.

What you see is blinding light.

The sun at [-] o'clock in the morning in summer is already extremely dazzling, sparse and fine dust is flying in the air, and the floor is shining like glass.

Fan Ning stretched his body, got up and walked to the window, looking at the bright and warm suburban mountains and the abandoned railway track, fell into deep thought.

Forty minutes later, inside the driving car.

"You really didn't find anything last night?"

The little girl in the left and right rearview mirrors was shaking her head.

"Could it be that those witnesses of the so-called 'Ghost Train' just had a dream like me? It's the same principle as the 'Dream Boy' incident? It's not possible..."

Fan Ning, who was holding the steering wheel, still had doubts in his eyes.

He understood how to make "phantom man", but could he also make "phantom car"?
If the old police officer said that the youngest son of the Smiths jumped on the train and disappeared, it could be explained as hysteria, but last night when his inspiration for composing became high, what happened to the inexplicable sense of seeing a pair of eyes on the railroad tracks?

It can't be ruled out that I have been exposed to too much hidden knowledge recently, and my mind is not stable.

Throughout Saturday, Fanning drove deeper into the southwest, traversing the mountainous terrain that borders Fort Santa Lambert.

Every time they went to a small town or village, the police and security system cooperated, and a few people also took advantage of the leisure time to find some old people to understand the situation, but no one said that they had heard of "Watz" until they went back to the hotel for a rest at night. Chennai town" this place name.

Although in this short period of time, the scope of the area has not been exhausted, but most of the places with higher priorities have gone.

Joan suggested several times to turn back early, but Fan Ning dispelled her worries. The attitude of the few people on the day gradually tended to relax, and even spent a relatively large amount of energy on choosing a dining place.

It was just the episode of living in the small town of Gogol the night before, which made Fan Ning fall into thinking and doubt from time to time.

Early on Sunday morning, the driving route was reversed, from southwest to northeast. After returning to the small town of Gogol, the car filled up the gas, crossed the abandoned railway track vertically, and changed to heading north.

After one o'clock in the afternoon, everyone felt hungry, so Joan once again initiated a discussion about where to eat Chinese food.

The terrain in this area is mostly plains and hills, the sun is still bright, the scenery along the way is not bad, but the density of people is sparse, and occasionally a sporadic farm can be seen getting closer to the car, and then far away from the rear.

Fan Ning dismissed Joan's proposal: "Looking at the map, this place should not be far from the town where the Langefni Workhouse is located. If you go to another town temporarily, you will take a detour... The food you store in the car now is shorter than when you came here. There are many more, let’s hurry up and return to Uvransel today.”

Picking a corner with dense trees on the country road, Fanning pulled over and turned off the engine, and reached out to take the layer cake from Sheeran.

The three of them began to scavenge for snacks and drinks. Joan suddenly raised his head while eating: "Caroun, why did you choose such a place to stop and eat?"

"What place did I choose?" Fanning asked.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Xilan subconsciously looked further out of the car window, and saw that there were piles of tombstones on the gentle hills.

So Fan Ning came to a sudden: "This is normal, it means that we are approaching the workhouse. I remember that there are many workhouses in this area on the map."

Sheeran asked in surprise, "Why?"

Fan Ning explained: "For about 834 years after the introduction of the "Poor Law Amendment" in [-] in the new calendar, the death rate of the workhouse personnel remained high. On the one hand, the large cemetery is far away from the central city, which complies with the sanitation requirements of the upper class for the living environment, and on the other hand, it greatly reduces the transportation cost of the corpse..."

"Of course this notorious law has been repealed for nearly thirty years. After a tortuous process of reform, it is the Urban Poverty Act that now guides the work of the poor. It is said, it is only said that ... the conditions of the workhouse have fundamentally changed. However, most of the previous addresses are still in use, and the planning and site selection of new investments still have these two considerations..."

After a full stomach and a short rest, the car continued on the road and arrived at the Langefni Workhouse at around two o'clock.

This is a large building built on the east side of the town. The four-story gray brick main building and the other three walls enclose a large area, with several chimney tops protruding from it, surrounded by farmland and chickens. Abandon.

"Didi—" Fan Ning honked the horn twice.

Although there was no advance greeting for everyone's arrival this time, the shiny black car was parked at the door, and two staff members in gray vests trotted out after a short while, politely inquiring about their intentions.

Fanning rolled down the window and showed his ID.

The two staff quickly divided the work, one went to notify the person in charge, and the other opened the large metal gate with wrought iron patterns.

The car drove directly into the square inside the workhouse.

In the distance, Fanning saw a formally dressed gentleman taking off his hat towards the windshield, and there were several managers standing behind him.

So his eyes froze for a moment.

Wearing a pure black thin suit and leather shoes, with a small beard and a pleasant smile, Gugova's limited-edition leather belt has a gorgeous metallic texture, which stretches her belly tightly.

acquaintance.

The person who greeted them turned out to be Julius' father, Stanley, the owner of the Jinlangia Machinery Factory.

(End of this chapter)