0p0 Chapter 446 [Train] Fountain Pen
Chapter 446 [Train] Fountain Pen
really!
His ominous premonition came true!
The photos actually followed them to the village and were even pasted directly on the tombstones.
It looks like a funeral portrait.
In a flash, Chen Ji had a sudden thought and was about to pull the photo off the tombstone.
This ghost has already latched onto them; trying to avoid it won't work!
But the instant his hand touched the photographic paper, a dark shadow once again enveloped the monk's face, and then the photograph disappeared.
The only sensation I felt was the cold touch of the stone tablet.
"..."
Chen Ji slowly withdrew his hand.
He turned to look at Du Tingfeng, whose face was very pale, clearly indicating that he had also witnessed everything that had just happened.
"I still can't see."
Du Tingfeng shook his head. He could only smell a strange odor and see a blank photograph suddenly appear on the tombstone.
“The content of the photo has changed,” Chen Ji said. “The ghost got off the sickbed, pressed itself against the camera, and stared straight at us.”
The two exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking, and immediately left the field.
Although they all knew that the appearance of the photo had little to do with the grave, since the grave belonged to an ordinary female villager.
The problem lies with them.
Even if he wasn't in the fields, but just walking around the village, Chen Ji might see this black and white photo pasted on a tree by the roadside around the next corner.
"What on earth does it want to do?"
Chen Ji muttered to himself silently.
For a moment, he felt that the monk would step out of the photo, but the photo disappeared.
But this only makes people more uneasy!
Because no one knows what the monk's purpose is, or what his methods of killing are.
After they reunited, Chen Ji told everyone about the matter.
They had left the fields and temporarily found a clean, abandoned house to stay in.
“That ghost won’t just appear once,” Chen Ji said. “It has already haunted us, especially me.”
The situation is very clear.
Only Chen Ji could see the photo, and the photo appeared twice, both times in front of him.
"Does the [1] on the back of the photo mean that it only selected one person?" Han Bing's eyes flickered slightly.
Chen Ji remained silent.
There are too many possible interpretations for this number. It might have no meaning at all, it might be a selection of only one person, or perhaps...
It means "the first one".
Then other photos may appear later, corresponding to the other people in the team.
He hoped he was wrong, because if it were true, then the group would have no chance of survival.
The only good thing is that they found the source of the strange smell.
It wasn't the train carriage, but that photograph.
More accurately, Du Tingfeng believed it was the monk in the photo.
“When my sister was in the hospital, I often saw other critically ill patients.”
Du Tingfeng said, "Those who can get into her level are either in the late stage of cancer or have multiple organ failure... Many of them are not far from death."
“I have also smelled an odor on some patients.”
It's a smell that appears on a dying person, either putrid or fishy, because their bodily functions are extremely depleted and they are severely infected both inside and outside the body.
"So, the strange smell is actually a warning." Han Bing's expression shifted slightly: "As long as you can smell it, it proves that the monk ghost is nearby."
This also confirms that everyone's quick departure from the carriage was the right choice.
The smell is getting stronger, perhaps meaning that the monk ghost is about to leave the photo and appear there.
"Is there anything unusual about you?" Chen Yuetan was more concerned about this.
He was worried that the ghost had already made its move, but it wasn't an instant-kill type.
Chen Ji shook his head. He had the same concerns, but he was actually fine.
Just as they were discussing, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
The door opened, and there stood a short figure outside—Zhang Zhu's grandson!
He had dark skin, looked very thin, and wore long sleeves and trousers. He looked a lot like his great-uncle.
"Grandpa asked me to ask you if you want to stay at my house tonight."
Chen Yuetan shook his head; it wouldn't be convenient for them to go out in the middle of the night.
"Oh." The child nodded, turned to leave, but was stopped by Han Bing.
"what's your name?"
"Hadron."
"Qiangzi, how did you know we were here?"
The child pouted: "You guys will definitely come here."
"This is the village chief's ancestral home. The house is the largest, but the rest are all dilapidated."
Han Bing was speechless.
Indeed, this place is much larger than Zhang Zhu's house.
It is one of the few remaining houses that is still in relatively good condition.
The child didn't say anything more and ran away in a flash.
Chen Ji seemed to be deep in thought; he already had a guess about the owner of the house.
The group did not go out to investigate further. They already knew about the railway, and now they were just waiting for nightfall.
.......
evening.
Chen Ji sat in the courtyard, the setting sun casting a fiery red glow on his face.
The pen had recently come to life, and we were chatting idly with it.
It was quite interested in Tian Qinghe's disappearance.
This is much more exciting than domain name exposé.
"You mean to say it's much more dangerous, right?"
[Same meaning]
[That’s right]
"how?"
Why is it you again?
"?"
Why do ghosts target you the moment they appear?
The pen let out a hoarse laugh: "Are you really that unlucky?"
"how could I know."
Chen Ji said helplessly, "I have a very strange feeling this time."
"It was like the moment I entered the carriage, that ghost set its sights on me; it didn't consider anyone else at all."
"Let's not talk about that. What are your thoughts on Tian Qinghe's disappearance?"
【No】
The pen lazily replied: "If it's really as you guessed, this has something to do with the Creator."
He's only alive now because his ancestors were incredibly kind.
"why?"
The pen did not answer.
After a long time, it finally uttered a sentence, its voice muffled and indistinct:
The Creator Ghost and the Ghost Baby are different.
"What's the difference?"
Chen Ji frowned slightly.
The pen had never said these words before; I don't know if it didn't want to, or...
It didn't know that before.
My mind was completely silent.
The pen has fallen silent again.
Chen Ji clicked his tongue. He knew that every time the pen's sound became softer, it meant it was about to disappear.
I heard soft footsteps behind me.
"What time is it now?" Chen Ji asked without turning around.
"six thirty."
Du Tingfeng said, "It will be dark soon."
The surrounding sunset was slowly darkening, and the sky was turning deep blue.
"The pen has woken up."
He turned around and looked at Du Tingfeng: "It says that Tian Qinghe's chances of surviving are slim."
"Man can conquer nature. Nothing is absolute."
Du Tingfeng said simply.
He looked at Chen Ji, about to say something more, when he suddenly froze.
"What's wrong with your face?"
face?
Chen Ji touched his face, but he felt nothing.
The next second, he suddenly saw two sentences written on his palm by a pen.
It's like a response to a previous question.
When you find a cockroach
[Everything you can't see is already there.]
Next to the words, there were a few small pieces of face skin stuck to the palm of his hand.
It's incredibly red.