Different times game

Chapter 158

As night falls, the streets on the edge of the city gradually become quiet. The streetlights flickered faintly, seeming to be in silent dialogue with the surrounding silence. On the platform, a lonely figure stood, looking at the approaching last train. There was no one else around, and even the normally bustling station fell into an eerie silence.

Time slowly passed 12 o'clock at midnight, and there was a vague roar in the distance, followed by the sharp sound of tires rubbing against the ground. The last train slowly entered the station like a heavy monster. The old-style paint on the car body looked particularly peeling and rusty in the dim light, and several windows were broken and incomplete, barely fixed by temporary black tape.

The figure stepped onto the vehicle and the door creaked shut, as if sighing to accept the only passenger. A musty and damp smell permeated the carriage, and the seats were worn and littered with newspapers and trash. The lights in the car flickered on and off, making a harsh buzzing sound, as if something was quietly peering at this uninvited guest.

The driver's back looked distorted and weird under the dim light. He didn't look back, he just sat there quietly, as if waiting for something. As the vehicle started to move, swaying through the empty streets, the passengers felt an inexplicable uneasiness growing.

On the way, the vehicle passed through some desolate areas. Occasionally, blurry figures could be seen passing by quickly on the roadside, and there seemed to be a low murmur floating into the ears from outside the vehicle. But every time I turned around to look, I saw nothing but darkness. What? nor.

The last bus continued to move forward, but the direction it traveled did not seem to lead to the familiar urban area, but rather deviated more and more off the track, heading towards an unknown end point. The passenger tried to ask, but all he got was the driver's silent back and an even more violent trembling.

Finally, in a deserted place, the last train stopped. There are no lights, no buildings, just endless darkness and silence. The driver announced mechanically: "We've arrived at the terminal." There was a chilling indifference in his voice.

Passengers looked back after getting off the bus and saw the last bus slowly disappearing in the darkness, as if it had never existed.

Time slowly passed 12 o'clock at midnight, and there was a vague roar in the distance, followed by the sharp sound of tires rubbing against the ground. The last train slowly entered the station like a heavy monster. The old-style paint on the car body looked particularly peeling and rusty in the dim light, and several windows were broken and incomplete, barely fixed by temporary black tape.

The figure stepped onto the vehicle and the door creaked shut, as if sighing to accept the only passenger. A musty and damp smell permeated the carriage, and the seats were worn and littered with newspapers and trash. The lights in the car flickered on and off, making a harsh buzzing sound, as if something was quietly peering at this uninvited guest.

The driver's back looked distorted and weird under the dim light. He didn't look back, he just sat there quietly, as if waiting for something. As the vehicle started to move, swaying through the empty streets, the passengers felt an inexplicable uneasiness growing.

On the way, the vehicle passed through some desolate areas. Occasionally, blurry figures could be seen passing by quickly on the roadside, and there seemed to be a low murmur floating into the ears from outside the vehicle. But every time I turned around to look, I saw nothing but darkness. What? nor.