Nightmare Attack

The stall owner is a woman. Although she is covered in dirt, you can still tell from her clothes that she is not a local. It seems that she used to be well off, but now she is bankrupt and has no choice but to live on the street. Read М

The goods on the stall are also much more exquisite than ordinary goods. There are weird mirrors, some small tools, and many dolls made of cloth.

What caught everyone's attention was the style of the dolls.

Unlike the dolls you usually see, these dolls are full of exotic styles, with round faces, bangs, and eyes that are not big and round, but narrow and long, almost with only a slit.

There is also a wooden doll carved from wood in a conspicuous place, which is much more exquisite than other dolls.

The doll wears clothes made of rags, with a bulging cloth bag behind the waist, a high bun, and a pale face.

"Oriental things?" Huai Yi stared at the dolls on the stall and said in surprise.

"Hey, what's so strange about Japanese selling Japanese things?" The police officer named Wu Ergou said: "We won the war, and the Japanese devils were driven away, but some Japanese who used to do business and live here stayed. "But now they are not as arrogant as before, and they are very honest. The houses, land, and valuables have been confiscated, so they can only make some handicrafts and sell them." Hearing that the woman was Japanese, everyone looked at her a few more times, but after feeling everyone's gaze, the woman was obviously very scared, hugged the clothes in her arms tightly, and dared not raise her head. "What's your name, police officer?" Jiang Cheng looked at Wu Ergou, after all, they couldn't call Wu Ergou by a mixed name. "Hehe." Wu Ergou narrowed his eyes, "No need to mention it, my surname is Wu, Wu Dali." "Brother Wu." "Hehe, no problem." After some politeness, everyone became more familiar, and Wu Dali began to tell Jiang Cheng and the others about the current situation of the Feng family. "Hey. "Wu Dali sighed and recalled: "It's really tragic. How could such a thing happen when everything was fine?"

"I'll tell you secretly. Just this morning, Master Feng almost died." Wu Dali sighed.

"That old Taoist priest died tragically. He boasted loudly yesterday, saying that he was a Taoist priest who came down to earth to overcome the disaster. He came to help Master Feng's family when they were in trouble. He would reward him with 10,000 yuan after the matter was done. Wu Dali led them around a corner and curled his lips. "I didn't expect it to be another fake. It's the same."

"Again"

"Yes." Wu Dali nodded and asked in surprise: "Why, you don't know yet? This is the fourth master we invited."

"The previous ones were Master Du'e of Puhua Temple, Taoist Feng Chanzi of Youyin Temple, and another one who was said to be a Gu Master from Miaodi. In the end, he also failed."

Hearing this, Huaiyi couldn't help shaking his head. These people would be useless against ghosts. "How much do you know about the May Train, Brother Wu?" Director Qiao seemed to have said a lot about the May Train, but there were not many clues.

Unexpectedly, when Wu Dali heard the words "May Train", his originally red face turned pale.

"Don't dare to mention it." Wu Dali interrupted hurriedly and said nervously: "You still dare to mention the May Train, aren't you afraid that the ghost train will come to your door at night?"

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng pretended to know nothing, "Why, will the train kill people other than the Feng family?"

The death of those masters was undoubtedly because they were involved in the affairs of the Feng family, and the ghost killed them as Feng family members.

"Who can say for sure? Not killing them now does not mean that they will not be killed in the future." Wu Dali swallowed his saliva and lowered his voice, "And don't you see how many Feng family members are left now?"

Everyone understood what Wu Dali meant. He was worried that after the Feng family died out, it would be their turn next.

"Brother Wu, don't worry. Director Qiao asked us to come here to solve this matter." Huai Yi spoke with a very confident expression.

"Hey, you are not big, but you are so arrogant. Let me ask you, which master did you learn from?" Wu Dali raised his eyebrows and asked with disdain.

Under Jiang Cheng's eyes, Huai Yi did not defend himself. He was more or less a disciple. Although he was cursed, he also gained some of the ghost's abilities.

If they really had to fight, even if the four fake masters were tied together, they might not be his opponents.

Seeing that Huai Yi was silent, Wu Dali shrugged his shoulders with an expression that he looked down on you, "I'm telling you in advance, you must be careful when you enter the Feng family. Now their family is in a mess. Be careful not to say the wrong thing and lose your life in vain."

Jiang Cheng was not very interested in going to the Feng family. He was more interested in the May train.

If there is a chance, it would be best if you can go up and see it in person.

But unfortunately, according to Wu Dali, the May train was bombed by Japanese planes shortly after the accident.

The fire burned for a day and a night, and the entire station was destroyed.

"Are there any photos or other things left?" Jiang Cheng asked, "Or reports, newspapers or something like that."

This incident was a big deal at the time, so there should be clues left.

"This" Wu Dali scratched his head, "Maybe there is, I can go back and help you find it, but what do you want this thing for?"

Wu Dali blinked and asked in a raised voice: "I say you don't really want to have anything to do with that ghost train, right?"

Judging from the situation at hand, Wu Dali obviously didn't understand the situation they were facing, and thought they were just sent down from above to do a simple formality.

Unexpectedly, the order they received was that if they failed to complete the task, they would be shot after seven days.

Not sure if he was thinking of something, Wu Dali stopped and led them to a remote location, which was far away from the street and not many people came.

"Listen to my advice, brother, you can't control the things here, just take a look, and then quickly find a reason to rub oil on your feet and go back where they came from." He looked around and lowered his voice: " Some real experts have looked at it and said that this is the work of evil spirits and evil soldiers killing people!"