The soles of the shoes stomped on the old floor, echoing in the empty platform, overhead was the overwhelmed flicker of over-aged electric lights, and the air was still filled with the musty smell of decay.

There was a lot of garbage on the ground, swaying slightly in the wind, making it not as deadly as the train.

An old newspaper was blown to Xiao Lan's feet.

He picked it up and took a look. The yellowed newspaper was full of short gossip news from parents, and in the middle was written in some faded bright red letters: "If you want to be rich, have fewer children and more trees, raise fewer children and more pigs. ".

Turning over the newspaper, in addition to the advertisements on the back, in striking fonts, "One person exceeds birth, the whole village is ligated", "If you raise a pig, you will fatten yourself"...

Xiao Lan's mouth twitched: "It's really a slogan full of age."

These slogans were widely circulated in the 19th century, simple and impressive, and the style of this platform is also very consistent.

Luo also saw the content of the newspaper, and he sent out a question from non-humans: "Why are humans so passionate about pigs?"

Xiao Lan: "...I want to know too."

Maybe this is the love of the descendants of Yan and Huang for farming, he guessed.

——

The two continued to move forward in the direction of the track.

In the train, I only saw moss on the ground. When I walked to the platform, Xiao Lan realized that there was more water on the ground than it seemed.

Some corners may have accumulated water all year round. The dark water stains have become an ecosystem of their own. Algae and unknown small creatures have grown in it, although it does not look peaceful and beautiful.

Along with their progress, there is always the sound of "tick" and "tick" dripping.

After walking for a while, Xiao Lan saw the sign for exiting the station ahead.

The direction of the sign is a long concrete staircase, as old as this platform, and the front is pitch black, making it impossible to see the end at all.

The escalators on both sides have long been out of service, and they are full of rust in addition to dust, making people suspect that this thing can't run again at all. Even if the old man could still move, Xiao Lan doubted that it would break down in the middle.

So, if you want to get out of the station, you can only use it.

Judging from this length, if an ordinary person would not be able to walk in twenty minutes, what kind of subway station was designed by a genius?

Imagine if a social animal got off the subway on the verge of being late, but had to face this long and desperate ladder, and would definitely give the designer a small composition with a swastika. Then cry and race against the clock to run forward quickly, what a miserable picture.

But there is no other way to go here, and the two still set foot on the stairs.

The space where the stairs are located is not small, and every step can bring a little echo of emptiness.

The repetitive upstairs activity is quite monotonous, and the surrounding scene is the same, which makes people wonder if they are staying where they are.

After walking for several minutes, the road ahead still has no end, only the exit sign when they entered looks farther and farther, indicating that they have gone out for a long time.

Xiao Lan continued to walk forward in silence, when suddenly he heard a voice behind him.

"clatter"

"clatter"

The voice appeared imperceptibly behind Xiao Lan, and subtly overlapped with his footsteps, keeping pace with Xiao Lan. When he quickened his pace, the footsteps increased, and when he slowed down, the sound also slowed down, and when he stopped, the sound stopped.

No more, no less, perfectly at the rhythm of his pace. If you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it at all, but some people will feel that their footsteps are strange.

And when Xiao Lan looked back, there was still nothing on the stairs as usual.

Xiao Lan stepped forward again, and the voice from behind appeared again, as if something was tightly sticking behind him, but he was completely unable to find him.

At this time, the lights on the steps flickered a few times, and there was a rustling sound of electric current, which made everything in the surrounding dilapidated even more disturbing, and there seemed to be secret voyeurs hiding in the darkness.

Like a triumphant demonstration from the shadows, waiting to see his panicked reaction.

Seeing Xiao Lan stop, Luo also stopped after him.

Xiao Lan raised his eyebrows slightly, he turned his head and gave Luo a look, without words, Luo instantly understood what he meant.

The next moment, the two began to run forward at an unscientific speed.

The two silhouettes were like meteors that flashed away, and they rushed out of the steps in an instant. Their figures left two afterimages in the air, so fast that the naked eye couldn't catch them.

Don't you like to follow people? Come on, just follow if you can!

The figure has disappeared in place, and only the sound of footsteps coming from a distance is echoing. When you listen to this footstep, does it seem like two crisp slaps are slapped randomly on the face.

Unknown ghost left in place: "..."

What the hell are these two doing? Did you grow up drinking gasoline and run so fast!

The key is that it really can't catch up, it's very annoying, oh, it's not an angry ghost.

You are speeding, don't you know! ! !

——

Xiao Lan ran wild for a while before stopping, and Luo, who was beside him, also stopped at the same time. The two were not blushing or panting, as if they had just been walking.

Xiao Lan took two steps forward and listened carefully to the sound of her footsteps. The sound of footsteps behind her that had followed her like a shadow really disappeared.

He smiled back with satisfaction, you see how important exercise is.

At this time, the stairs had also reached the end, and Xiao Lan finally understood why there was no end in sight at the bottom, because the light above his head became weaker as he went back, and it almost went out when he approached the top.

When you look up from the bottom, it is naturally a black that can't see the head.

He took out the [Nuclear Flashlight], and with the help of the light of the flashlight, he began to explore this suspected exit.

It was pitch black here, and only some of the indicator lights were still sticking to their posts, emitting red or green light.

It is much more cluttered here than the platform below. According to the flashlight, it is obvious that there are many debris on the ground, mineral water bottles, shoes, clothes, and even socks and wigs that are not known.

The chairs for passengers to rest fell to the ground, and even the vending machine was slanted to one side, looking like it had experienced some kind of storm.

There was still a faint smell of mush in the air, as if something with plastic had burned.

Xiao Lan walked in the direction where the gate should be placed.

Suddenly, the light of the flashlight swept across a pale face.

There was a look of horror on his face, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and the strong flashlight shone on his face, which did not make him look away because of the irritation. But although his eyes were fixed on Xiao Lan's direction, his eyes were not focused, and they looked empty and strange.

"Ho, ho-"

His mouth was wide open, and he was breathing in big gulps of air, the rate of breathing wanted to be rapid, as if he was about to run out of breath. The wide open mouth caused his cheeks to sag, his facial features distorted, and the muscles on his face tensed.

This honorable appearance made it difficult for Xiao Lan to distinguish whether this was a person or a ghost.

He took two steps forward and raised his hand towards Xiao Lan, wondering if he was talking to Xiao Lan or talking to himself: "Ticket...Ticket...No ticket..."

Seeing that he was likely to be a person, Xiao Lan asked tentatively, "How are you?"

But the person on the other side did not respond, as if Xiao Lan was air, still maintaining this strange state and muttering: "Heh...no ticket...no..."

In the next instant, he suddenly disappeared from the light of the flashlight.

Then came the sudden sound of chaotic footsteps.

The voice went in one direction, and Xiao Lan turned the flashlight to shine in the direction he was heading. saw a figure fell to the ground and rushed forward. The speed of that person was extremely fast, and even if he hit the overturned chair, he didn't mean to stop at all, as if he didn't know the pain.

Xiao Lan and Luo hurriedly followed, trailing the strange man all the way.

Because of this man's strange state, they didn't get too close, but kept a distance to observe what he was doing.

The man ran all the way to the gate.

Then he charged towards the gate like a madman. He didn't give up when he was blocked. He slapped desperately and let out a meaningless roar. Soon, his hands were already bloodied.

As he slapped, the red prohibition symbol lit up below the gate. The red light was extremely dazzling in the dark environment, flashing with a frequency like breathing, and would also stand at the gate. The person reflected like a madman.

Feeling that the situation was not right, Xiao Lan hurriedly took a few steps back, away from the gate area that looked increasingly wrong.

At the same time, he shouted twice, trying to regain the man's sanity.

But as the saying goes, you can't stop someone who wants to die.

This person still looked like everything around him didn't exist, and didn't notice what Xiao Lan said. At this moment, all he had in mind was the matter of breaking through the gate.

Soon, he broke the barrier at the gate.

Then he looked up, raised his bloodstained hands, and ran forward like a victorious marathon runner crossing the finish line.

"Hahaha! Out of the station! Out of the station!!!" He shouted nervously regardless of his injury.

The moment he stepped out completely, his body burst open like a balloon filled with water, and thick blood splashed around, staining the entire gate area with blood red.

This is what happens when you get out of the station without a ticket.

The strong smell of blood was blowing along with the wind from nowhere, and with the red light that still didn't go out, Xiao Lan felt like he was in hell.

Holy crap, isn't the price of ticket evasion a little bigger?