Chapter 197

"Conductor, you're just in time." Scoff jumped over, took his arm, pointed to the opposite car and shouted, "call the police... No, stop, there's a murder over there."

The conductor looked up and just saw a bloody man in black walking slowly here with a hammer in his hand in the opposite carriage.

The scene startled the conductor. He bit his teeth, rushed over, took out the key and locked the carriage.

The man in black tugged at the door and couldn't open it. He smashed the door glass with a hammer. However, the glass is strong enough. Although it is cracked, it is not broken.

Seeing that he couldn't open the door, the man in black snorted, turned and walked back slowly.

The train took a long breath and turned to scoff and others: "wait here, I'll call the police, and then inform the driver to stop at the next stop."

Looking at the conductor leaving again, Smith looked at wick and scoff who couldn't sit in the opposite seat, frowned and said, "what's the matter?"

Wick raised his thumb a little tired. "You're right, man, I hit a ghost."

When Smith was excited, he sat up and said in surprise, "what's the situation?"

Wick raised his gun: "the guy opposite me was shot at least seven times, but he can still stand up and smash the other guy's head."

Smith's mouth twitched slightly: "are you sure it's a man, not a monster with teeth and claws?"

"Of course it's human..." wick was stunned: "what do you mean?"

Smith smiled bitterly, "nonsense, what do you think?"

Scoff gasped and said, "it's all right. I've photographed what just happened. Call the police again this time. I think the police can pretend they don't know anything."

Then he held out his hand to wick, "thank you just now, man. My name is Leon scoff. I'm a freelance photographer. "

Instead of talking to scoff, wick looked out of the window and frowned, "why is the speed getting faster and faster?"

"Maybe the conductor will speed up and let the train hurry to the next platform?"

Scoff shut his mouth because he saw a lighted platform whistling past the window.

"Something's wrong."

Wick stood up and carefully looked in front of the door locked by the conductor to make sure that the man in black didn't come. He went to the opposite door again, but pulled it a few times. He was surprised to find that the door seemed to be locked.

Now the New York subway is also similar to an ordinary green train. There are iron doors between each carriage. Once the front and rear doors are locked, this carriage will become an iron tin can.

Especially now the tin can is still driving at high speed in the tunnel. In this state, it is impossible to break the window and jump.

"What's going on?"

Smith shook his head and drank so much that he was still a little dizzy.

Wick murmured, "there's something wrong with the conductor."

Scoff trembled, "where is he taking us?"

"I don't know, but be careful."

Hearing Wick's words, Smith finally reacted, pulled out his pistol and looked around warily.

Scoff looked at the guns in the hands of wick and Smith, looked down at the camera in his hand, and said, "well... Two big brothers, do you still have weapons? Give me a hand. "

Wick didn't pay any attention to him at all. Smith nuzzled behind scoff: "you can use that."

Scoff looked back and saw a small broken window hammer hanging by the window.

“……”

Steve took it and weighed it in his hand.

Well, it's better than a camera.

The train roared along the tunnel. I didn't know how long it had been driving. Suddenly, wick and Smith grabbed the seats and handrails. Only scoff was unprepared and threw forward.

If wick hadn't reached out and pulled him, scoff might have broken his neck.

However, the camera hanging around scoff's neck was thrown out and hit the car wall heavily, turning into countless parts flying.

"No!"

Scoff's eyes are popping out.

I worked hard and risked my life to sneak into the midnight train. I almost took the photos I took. As a result, I was scrapped?

Regardless of kneeling on the ground and frantically folding up camera parts, scoff, wick and Smith hid behind the car and looked carefully out of the window.

I saw the train stop in front of a strange platform at this time. The whole platform exudes a strange orange light. Garbage is everywhere on the ground, sewage flows across, and spider webs are hung everywhere in the corner.

Obviously, this platform has long been abandoned.

"Z... PA!"

The lights in the carriage flickered several times and suddenly went out. The whole train fell into darkness. Only the orange light on the platform shone in and dyed the carriage red like blood.

Then there was a dull "click", and the closed doors on both sides of the carriage automatically spread out left and right. What's more strange is that the heavy glass on the window also drops down automatically, revealing the dark window frame.

Wick and Smith gave each other a look. Smith carefully moved to the door to see if anyone came from other cars. Wick looked out the window, looking for something suspicious.

Before long, wick saw the conductor and the man in black get off at the front and rear ends of the train. Dragging several bodies in their hands, they strode to the depths of the platform.

At the same time, a dark wind blew from the depths of the platform, accompanied by dark and terrible roars.

"What is it?"

Wick stared at the conductor and the man in black, while Smith came up with a pale face and said, "Damn it, I've met the monster again. Man, are you carrying a grenade? "

Wick looked at Smith like an idiot. "Who goes out with a grenade every day."

"That's over." Smith smiled bitterly. "Find a way to run away, or write a suicide note quickly."

"Don't exaggerate." Wick frowned. "With our skills, we're not afraid of 200 special forces."

"But what if it's not a man opposite?"

Hearing Smith's rhetorical question, wick remembered the man in black who was beaten into a beehive and could stand up. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

"As you saw just now, those two guys carry several bodies alone. Do you think normal people have so much power?"

Smith continued.

Wick pursed his lips and said, "do you think we can call the police now?"

"It's no use. There's no signal here."

Scoff shook his cell phone pitifully.

"Woo..."

The terrible roar is getting closer and closer. In the deep part of the platform, in the orange light and shadow, there has been a faint jumping unknown shadow.

Soon, the platform echoed the sound of chewing. The three people were a little black. Needless to say, they knew what the unknown shadows were eating.

"We can't wait any longer. We must withdraw!"

Wick's voice did not fall, and small red stars had been lit up in the shadow of the platform. With a loud nose and a low roar, a wolf shaped monster like a calf appeared in front of them.

"Hoo, luckily it's not Wendigo!"

Somehow, Smith was relieved.