Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 249 Comrades (Part Six)

No one will remember what he did; there will be no records of anything about him. Everything he did will be gradually forgotten as the vengeful ghost revives.

No one can even prove that he ever existed.

A person who fights the supernatural alone is also a captain worthy of respect.

"I understand." Shen Lin didn't mince words. He nodded to Li Leping and didn't try to persuade him any further.

"I will try my best."

After saying that, he took out an old train ticket from his pocket. It was a yellowed paper ticket with curled edges and the ink had almost completely faded, looking very much like a hand-torn train ticket from the Republican era.

Shen Lin raised the hand holding the train ticket and made a strange gesture.

The gesture looked like he was hailing a taxi, or perhaps calling out to something.

No one understood what he was doing, but no one interrupted him. That's how the supernatural is; it's full of incomprehensible patterns.

Shen Lin's movements became faster and faster, his arms swinging stiffly up and down. For a moment, everyone suddenly had an inexplicable illusion.

He no longer seemed to be there; instead, he stood in a deserted, dilapidated train station. Silence reigned, and the station was deserted.

The station floor was covered in dust, and there was even a musty smell.

Shen Lin was waving at the distant railway tracks, looking anxious, as if he was rushing to catch a train he absolutely had to take.

The sense of urgency was so intense that it made one instinctively feel that if he missed this train, something extremely terrifying would happen.

Then, something completely illogical and unsettling happened: something was beginning to invade through this bizarre illusion.

As time goes by, the illusion gradually seeps in and eventually becomes reality.

"Clang—Clang—Clang—"

The sound was very soft, but in this quiet environment, everyone could hear it clearly.

That was the sound of a train passing by, the sound of rails being crushed, iron striking iron, low, slow, and monotonous.

Immediately following, a muffled horn blared—

"Woo-du-du-"

The sound seemed to come from a very distant place, yet it carried a sense of imminent pressure.

Thick smoke billowed from the engine's chimney, spreading rapidly in the wind, instantly filling the air with the stench of burning coal.

It's pungent and irritating.

You can already vaguely see it; it's a metal train, swaying and rattling along the winding tracks.

It's very long, so long that you can't see the end of it at a glance.

The train carriages, weathered by years of wind and sun, were covered in rust, with several holes corroded in some places. As one strained to see inside, figures moved about inside the train, as if some unknown entity was active there.

Seemingly due to years of disrepair, the train moved very slowly, like a series of corpses forcibly pieced together from head to toe, dragging along the tracks with eerie sounds.

After everyone saw the train clearly, they couldn't help but have a strange feeling.

That was an extremely unnatural thought.

I have to go up there, otherwise something terrible will happen.

This natural feeling affected everyone at all times. Zhao Lei had even taken a few steps forward and was about to walk onto the tracks that the train would inevitably pass through.

"Zhao Lei, stop." Yang Jian spoke up, stopping him.

Zhao Lei suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had unconsciously walked onto the tracks outside the station. He immediately turned around and ran back, his eyes filled with surprise and lingering fear.

If Yang Jian hadn't stopped him, he might have been hit and killed by that train.

Zhao Lei is the only one who is not the team leader. As a newcomer, he is still somewhat inexperienced in dealing with some paranormal events.

Shen Lin's actions had not yet stopped, and a certain medium did not seem to have been fully established yet; the train was still a long distance away from everyone.

He pulled something out of his pants pocket—a crumpled banknote with a large, crooked character written on it.

"seven."

“This is…” Yang Jian recognized the banknote at a glance; it was exactly the same as the one he had seen in the internet cafe.

It seems that there are quite a few supernatural items that exist in the form of "money". Shen Lin may have a deeper understanding of the function of these banknotes, but now is not the time to think about that.

Yang Jian silently noted down this clue and continued to observe the slowly approaching train.

As the banknotes and train tickets in Shen Lin's hand came together, the already slow-moving train began to slow down, even though it was still a great distance away from everyone else, it now came to an almost complete stop.

At the same moment, Li Leping had disappeared, but his figure appeared and disappeared in the memories of the group.

He didn't have a music box, so he couldn't do what Shen Lin did. He could only rely on his experience to predict the memory fragments that the old man might accumulate.

The results were remarkable. Even after so much time, the situation on site remained unchanged, and the plan continued to proceed smoothly.

However, the cost was enormous. Li Leping was prepared to sacrifice himself, which led him to completely forget any memory he merely doubted.

This caused his already incomplete state to deteriorate rapidly. Once he exceeded a certain limit, his consciousness would go blank, turning him into a walking corpse, a vengeful ghost disguised as Li Leping.

This is a kind of vengeful ghost resurrection unique to him.

"Shen Lin, how much longer? Li Leping is dying."

Li Jun, who hadn't participated in the discussion until now, finally spoke up. Even he realized that the most crucial moment had arrived.

But the train was still far away from them, and it would take at least ten more minutes for it to get closer to the station.

What they lack most right now is time; ten minutes is too long for them.

Shen Lin looked very grim; this time, the wait for the bus was longer than ever before.

Whether it was due to the large number of vengeful spirits present or the lack of sufficient banknotes, the train seemed to be coming to a stop.

"Where exactly did things go wrong? My actions haven't changed, and the necessary medium is available."

Shen Lin was completely baffled. Although he didn't know much about this train, he had never even been on it himself.

However, he once used this train to transport a vengeful ghost of extremely high terror level. Although the number of vengeful ghosts present at that time was not as exaggerated, this situation did not occur.

"It's about quantity."

Yang Jian's cold voice rang out as he delivered his analysis.

"The number of living people and the number of vengeful ghosts are both counted as 'persons'."

Yang Jian was currently using supernatural objects similar to those found on buses to deduce the conditions for taking this train.

(End of this chapter)