The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 353 Midnight Train, hidden murderous intention 1
As a well-known century-old store, the New York subway system is so large and complex that it requires a lot of cleaning and maintenance resources.

However, financial constraints and management problems have made it difficult to effectively solve these problems for a long time, which makes the health aspect always worrying.

——Anyway, gentlemen own their own luxury cars and never take the subway. Appropriation bills and the like can be mentioned casually during the election campaign. Once they take office, let them go with the wind.

This is the case in the more respectable uptown areas, but when it comes to slums where poor people gather, the situation will naturally be even worse, just like this scene in front of us:

The tiles and walls are covered with dirt, and are basically incomplete; the "art masterpieces" created by the black brothers are layered upon layers, colorful and full of violence and uneasiness.

The damp and musty smell in the air was gone, but the strong smell of ammonia emanating from the suspicious yellow marks at every corner made people burst into tears.

Even fresh or dried rice fields can be seen occasionally, partnering with puddles of sticky vomit mixed with the smell of fermented alcohol, jointly impacting the visitor's shaky SAN value.

Against the background of these abstract objects, even the white discarded toilet paper and fast food packaging bags on the ground look pure and lovely, like little angels.

The small makeshift adventure team covered their nostrils and carefully walked around the garbage at their feet. Like special operators on a mission, they broke through this minefield with great courage and wisdom and arrived at a safer platform.

At least in order for the train to run normally and not get caught in any weird things in the machine, the cleaners sent by the subway company put most of their energy into it. The environment here is still barely pleasant to the eyes.

"Thank you, thank you all, I hope so." Caroline clenched her fists gratefully and stared at the ceremony intently.

"Don't, don't worry, we will help you find a friend. The cake she makes is so delicious, she must be a good person and she will be fine." The innocent soul witch comforted clumsily but sincerely.

"What should we do now?" Younan still used psychological invisibility skills to hide the eyes and ears of the onlookers, and several people huddled aside and whispered.

Countless light points converged into a blurry image, which was projected into her mind, creating a mini scene that was exactly the same as the platform in front of her. Two figures, one tall and one short, gradually took shape.

Restaurant waiter Max and Asian owner Li Han!

As the time slowly approached midnight, the number of passengers gradually became fewer and fewer, and finally all of them left.

The pointer silently pointed to zero, and two beams of yellow light broke through the darkness in the tunnel. The classic silver square head of the Bader R32 train immediately poked out, and it swayed to a stop. Two half-old doors with scratches all over it. The sliding door slid open little by little like an old woman. The two part-time delivery men who had been waiting for a long time were relieved and ran over in three steps at a time.

They struggled to carry seven or eight large takeout bags, anxiously looked at the clock on the wall, craned their necks and looked up.

"Wait a moment and try to fit in the time period when the disappearance occurred. Let's have another formal ceremony." The fortune teller girl held up the rubber band with her fingers and tied up her hair, tidying up her body.

Nan gnawed on the small red velvet cake given to her by Caroline, twisted around happily, and helped the latter shake out a red and yellow waitress uniform and lay it flat in the center of the circle.

The flickering light from the dim electric lights reflected the two rows of faded wooden benches at the edge of the platform. Several passengers were sitting on the benches in twos and threes. They had been busy all day, or were flipping through rough lace tabloids. Or sipping cheap coffee to refresh themselves, with different expressions but all showing deep exhaustion.

The faces of the two people were blurry, but they could be vaguely seen as a man and a woman. The black-haired man was short and stocky, and the white woman had a curvy front and long chestnut hair that was like waves, which matched the appearance of the missing person described by Caroline. feature:

As the fortune teller girl chanted in a low voice, a palm-sized transparent crystal disk floated in the air, and the zodiac star chart filled with platinum reflected a blurred brilliance.

"If I had known it was so slow, I should have asked Nan to use hypnosis to seduce people." Michelle muttered, holding a chalk pen and drawing three concentric circles on the ground.

"...Same time, same place, reenactment of fate, leftover items, please tell me the whereabouts of your master..."

Because the large and small packages were too bulky, they carefully moved left and right at the car door for fear of crushing the cake take-out box.

A big hand stretched out in a friendly manner, blocking the metal door that was about to close. There was a slight reflection on the middle finger, which seemed to be wearing a ring.

The two said a few words of thanks, and then disappeared into the carriage. Michelle was refreshed and activated her secret skills to continue exploring, hoping to follow the target into the car and track down the final whereabouts.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden phantom pain in her spiritual world, and a hard, cold feeling surged in like a wave, as if a thick and rough cast iron plate was smashed down, forcibly blocking the prying eyes!

Although she couldn't clearly see the specific details, an inexplicable sense of uneasiness crawled up her back like a cold poisonous snake.

The ceremony was suddenly interrupted!

Michelle withdrew her spirituality and breathed loosely and rapidly. The power hidden behind this disappearance seemed to be far beyond her prior imagination.

"What happened?" Siona was older after all, and she could tell some clues by observing her words.

Michelle had a complicated expression, shook her head and whispered: "Something's wrong."

It was unexpected that the matter actually involved supernatural elements. She pondered for a moment and decided to be cautious. She reached into her arms and prepared to contact the official personnel.

A sensible gentleman would not stand under a wall that is in danger of collapsing.

This is an Eastern proverb that a girl learned from her boyfriend. She ignores security regulations and goes out in private. At most, she can say a few words in an indifferent way. But if she is really reckless and runs into danger, there is no place to cry. Which one is better? Heavy, she distinguished clearly.

She was fumbling for her phone when a low rumbling noise suddenly occurred to her, and she suddenly remembered that a train was approaching from far away.

"...Finally, I finally caught up."

At the same time, high heels were tapping messily with the ground, and an Asian girl with heavy makeup, smelling of alcohol, stumbled up the stairs.

Just as he was about to arrive in time, a hand with thick and protruding joints emerged from the car and grabbed the door that was about to close, delaying it for a few seconds.

The red light on the middle finger flashed, but it was a warm and bright red agate ring.

The familiar scene immediately touched Michelle's talent. A hint of omen suddenly fell into her heart, and she couldn't help but blurt out:

"The clue is on this train!"

"Oh, you said it too late, it's already gone!" Caroline raised her hands in annoyance, as if she wanted to catch the started subway, tears welling up in her eyes.

Before Michelle could explain the reason, Nan, who had just finished eating the snacks, suddenly raised his head and volunteered to pat his chest.

"It doesn't matter, I have a way - [Ectoplasmic Shuttle Technique]!"

A glimmer of light suddenly appeared between her eyebrows, and a large silver-white liquid with floating starlight appeared out of thin air. It rolled around the bodies of several people like a tidal wave, turned into a stream of light and caught up with the subway, seeping into the last car without any hindrance.

After all the visitors left, the platform fell into deathly silence again at midnight. A few minutes later, the clock on the wall groaned soundlessly a few times, indicating that it was time to tell the hour.

A tall, thin man wearing security overalls kicked his shoes and walked lazily from the entrance.

He raised his eyelids irritably and checked the time, his gloomy face full of boredom.

"Made, I finally waited until a street girl sent it to me. Today's work is over... Damn it, you guys, you have to do it every day, and you have to do it secretly. When will this shitty mission like dancing on the tip of a knife happen? Is it a head?”

(End of this chapter)