Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 594 "Passengers"

"They're here! They're here!" Wang Xiyi whispered excitedly.

"It seems this urban legend is true." Sun Hang nodded.

“This direction…” Wang Xiyi looked in the direction the train came from, “This thing… came out of the rocks?!”

"Where it came from doesn't matter, what matters is where it can take us!" Sun Hang jumped over the second-floor railing and landed on the platform.

Sun Hang glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. The three women had three completely different expressions on their faces: Wang Xiyi was excited, Zhong Ling was calm... and Xue Yue's expression was a mixture of worry and fear.

Sun Hang couldn't help but mutter to himself: No, sister... out of the four of us, you clearly have the lowest "human content," so how come you're also the most timid? If word gets out, it'll be a bit embarrassing for the ghosts, won't it?

"Xue Yue, did you sense any emotions?" Sun Hang asked. "You should know what I mean, right?"

Xue Yue shook her head, her eyes fixed on the approaching headlights.

A sickening screech of brakes sounded, and an extremely old, dilapidated metal train slowly came to a stop in front of the platform.

The carriages' paint is so faded that their original color is no longer discernible. The rusty exterior and old-fashioned structure make one wonder how the train's wheels fit into these modern subway tracks—in other words, this train should be in a train museum's exhibition hall, not in a closed subway station late at night.

With a "click," the car door in front of Sun Hang slid open to both sides.

The interior of the carriage was dimly lit and flickered from time to time, like the old, dilapidated streetlights in a narrow alley.

Sun Hang peered into the carriage. The carriage in front of him was empty, but in the other carriages, there seemed to be some "passengers" sitting there.

"Should we...should we go in?" Even Wang Xiyi, who was usually carefree, couldn't help but hesitate a little when faced with such a bizarre scene.

"Go in." Sun Hang nodded. "But don't follow me."

“No! I’ll go with you!” Wang Xiyi refused decisively.

“Your mission is to protect Zhong Ling and Xue Yue.” Sun Hang looked at Zhong Ling. “Proceed according to the original plan.”

Zhong Ling nodded. A chilling sound came from the flood control material storage room in the subway. A few seconds later, two strange skeletons that had been hidden inside crawled out and came to Sun Hang's side.

These two strange remains were Sun Hang's only "guards" during this operation.

"How about we let the ghost go in and test the waters first?" Wang Xiyi suggested.

Just then, the monitor hanging on the ceiling, which had been blacked out due to a power outage, suddenly lit up, displaying a bright red countdown: The train will depart in nine seconds. Passengers who have not yet boarded the train, please board as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, I have other trump cards up my sleeve," Sun Hang said.

Even if this ghost train is a trap, at least he has the Three Apes to cover for him... but if Wang Xiyi and the others fall into this pit, it's really hard to say whether they can climb out.

Sun Hang gently squeezed Wang Xiyi's arm, then turned and slipped into the carriage. The two ghostly corpses, under Zhong Ling's control, immediately followed. The countdown quickly ended, the carriage doors closed instantly, and in that instant, the presence of Wang Xiyi and the other two vanished from Sun Hang's perception!

Although he could see them standing outside through the yellowed car door glass, less than five meters away, the car door seemed like a time barrier, completely separating Sun Hang from them.

The two monstrous bodies beside Sun Hang began to convulse, while Zhong Ling kept gesturing to Sun Hang on the platform—Sun Hang did not hesitate, directly grabbing the necks of the two monstrous bodies and draining the memes from their bodies in the blink of an eye.

These two monstrous skeletons were originally intended to be used as guinea pigs... Sun Hang originally wanted to test how far the train would travel before the connection between Zhong Ling and them would be severed, but he did not expect that the two monstrous skeletons would go out of control the moment the train doors closed.

After the ghostly remains were dealt with, the ghost train began to move slowly, and the scenery outside the windows began to blur.

"It's very fast." Sun Hang nodded, then raised his wrist to take a look.

The hunter's bracelet has lost signal, and all the positioning devices he is carrying are also malfunctioning.

"This strange creature seems to possess the ability to govern spacetime rules," the main AI's voice rang in my ears.

The connection between Sun Hang and the main brain was naturally severed. The voice now was actually a "mini main brain" downloaded to the local storage of Sun Hang's personal terminal. However, due to the limited computing power of the personal terminal, this mini main brain, which is essentially an AI program, could only provide limited assistance to Sun Hang. It did not have the powerful functions of the main brain itself, nor did it have the "prophetic" ability brought by half of the Sphinx's brain.

Sun Hang looked around and could sense some weak memetic reactions. These reactions came from the train itself—the body, seats, handrails… Everywhere on the train was releasing such memetic reactions, as if telling Sun Hang that this train was the true form of this strange creature.

"Is this classified as a rule, phenomenon, environment, or object?" Sun Hang couldn't help but mutter to himself.

“Strictly speaking, the classification of strange objects by humans is not rigorous,” the Mini Brain replied. “The classification of strange objects is more about helping humans to categorize different strange objects. This classification has a great deal of subjective factors and cannot be used as a standard to determine the nature of strange objects.”

So... you just got nothing in return?

As Sun Hang spoke, he carefully walked towards another carriage.

Ten meters away from him sat a “passenger” dressed in a rumpled Brazilian suit.

For some reason, Sun Hang felt that this passenger looked a lot like the office worker who got off the subway not long ago. Their body shape, clothes and shoes were extremely similar. The only difference was that the "passenger" on the ghost train was not only wrinkled but also very old.

It's a pure kind of old, not dirty at all—the heavily oxidized fabric fibers make this "passenger's" clothes look like an artifact dug out of an ancient tomb, and the gaps at the cuffs even allow you to see the yellowed radius and ulna bones inside.

Okay, aside from the clothes, the "people" wearing clothes were probably also dug out of ancient tombs.

Its face was blurry, as if it had been pixelated, making it impossible to see its features. Below its neck, there was no flesh or blood; the clothes were held up by a skeleton.

Aside from its head, the only other parts of its body with any "flesh" were its exposed hands—which were also difficult to see clearly, so Sun Hang couldn't judge its age and health by the smoothness of its skin and the fullness of its muscles.

Although these two points are probably no longer important to this "passenger".

(End of this chapter)