can you go to superimpose souls With such a weak aura, which ghost would be afraid of you""...What am I supposed to do I was supposed to go with my brother... he's not back yet." I waved my hand, read..."What can we do This place is a money pit. To find clues here, we'd have to spend a fortune I'll explain later, Qinyin isn't someone who doesn't understand." My brother touched his back neck, with a hint of guilt.

"Psst, psst.... Keep quiet, we need to get inside." Song Wei lowered her voice and reached out to adjust my mask.

This luxurious and lascivious place is easy to cloud people's minds.

Long-term exposure to such an environment can shake and even drastically alter one's views and ideas.

That's why practitioners seek spiritual mountains and beautiful waters, places far from the worldly clamor. They are constantly exposed to and influenced by negative things in the mundane world.

The human heart is far less strong than one might imagine, easily influenced and changed by the environment.

A mask concealed my face, and on my hand, a bracelet that defined my status. Thus, I followed Song Wei into that mysterious "room".

The room was surprisingly bright.

Inside, it was packed to the brim with people shoulder to shoulder, bustling and crowded, yet no one spoke a word.

And the structure of this room was exactly like a train carriage, very long, so long that I couldn't see the end from my height.

My brother cornered me and Song Wei in the doorway. He was outside, and we were crammed inside, with more people still coming in, making it hard to breathe.

What on earth is the point of this godforsaken place

Be careful, if someone touches you, fight back, then no one will dare to touch you again—Song Wei told me with her mouth.

Huh

I hadn't reacted yet, when suddenly the ground beneath my feet gave a slight tremor, and the bright room lights flickered several times.

"Boom, boom..." The room shook!

"Damn it... so that's what's going on..." My brother said in a hushed voice in front of me: "This is a place that simulates train derailments!"

"Yeah, uh...that man's here again!" Song Wei squeezed my hand hard and motioned for me to look over there with her eyes.

At the very moment the train doors were closing, a man wearing a hat and mask, looking utterly lifeless, suddenly squeezed onto the train from another entrance.

The voice announcement in the carriage began, and the lights dimmed and flickered, as if a train were truly passing through.

Moreover, there was a strange smell in the car, a sweet aroma that seemed to incite the evil lurking in the depths. Some people had already begun to stir with the swaying of the carriage. The originally quiet compartment started to produce some unspeakable subtle noises.

I frowned deeply. This place was filthy and riddled with grime. Why would the man we're looking for – someone who appears to be an expert – be drawn to such a place

Suddenly, my brother head-butted someone. A man wearing a mask next to him covered his nose and whimpered as he dodged.

"Get the hell out of here, you touch me," my brother yelled.

"How long will this ride take" I asked Song Wei.

"Usually fifteen minutes!" Song Wei's eyes were clear, not at all moved by the surrounding environment. She stared intently at the man in the hat, who was also her "target".

I secretly admire Song Wei's steel-like personality. She is really suited to being a journalist, but also perhaps not at all. Seeing her relentless pursuit of hidden stories for work, I worry she might get into danger.

"Fifteen minutes" My brother scoffed. "That's really 'fast'."

"When the car door is about to open, we'll squeeze past!" Song Wei said. "I have a photo of this guy, grab him! Threaten him into telling you what you want to know! Don't worry, he won't stay silent!"

"Damn, you're so badass, aren't you afraid of revenge!" My brother couldn't help but say, "You're a girl, don't always do such dangerous things."

"Hmph, this person is a so-called expert on the surface, earning who knows how much money, but secretly he's such a despicable person. If I don't expose him, who will!" Song Wei said angrily.

My brother raised his hand and tapped her forehead: "Human nature is complex, upholding justice isn't your duty."

"It's fine, Fan Ge. I know my limits and won't bite off more than I can chew. If something feels wrong, I'll back down," Song Wei said with a forced smile.

It was torture to sit here for fifteen minutes. I kept my eyes fixed on the man with the pulled-down hat and the mask.

This man is surnamed Zheng. According to what Archie told us, he appears to be an expert scholar in "corpse restoration," but who knows what his ancestors were like

Burial preparation, this was also a family tradition, but in the peaceful present day, his family had hidden this skill. They lived as ordinary people, and he, even more so, combined the ancestral craft with modern science and technology, becoming an expert scholar in this field.

Song Wei wanted to interview this "Teacher Zheng" because her department was doing a special report on corpse beautification. It was a rather macabre and eye-catching topic that could boost viewership.

But Song Wei and I have always been close, she's also seen some strange and revealing things about people's dark sides. In the process of getting to know him, she felt that Teacher Zheng was not quite right.

Thus, I dug deeper and discovered he was actually a regular here.

"Actually, many people who are well-dressed or handsome have some strange and dark psychological tendencies. It's hard to define a person's character." My brother scoffed.

He cornered me and Song Wei, with plastic panels on one side and Song Wei on the other. My brother stood outside us as well, effectively blocking anyone from approaching our position.

“Because this place isn't convenient to 'move around' in, you see. It's a bit cramped, like stray dogs on the side of the road, shameless! “Song Wei spat disdainfully, “This old geezer is still called 'Teacher' by people, huh!”

I looked at the "Zheng Expert," he was squeezed in the crowd, doing who knows what. But the faint aura of death emanating from his neck was undeniable even in this foul atmosphere.

"Wait until the time is almost up, then we'll squeeze over there and hijack him!" My brother whispered. "Threaten him to come with us and ask for intel before letting him go."

"Yes!" Song Wei clenched her fists. "I don't want to come here again, just this time catch this old guy and dig out everything we need to know!"

Just as he finished speaking, the carriage was filled with a (this also needs to be censored) pink glow. The sweet voice announced again, as if reminding everyone in the carriage that it was time to "get off", and the countdown had begun.

This countdown started at 180 seconds, broadcasting every 10 seconds. In the carriage, there were murmurs of "it's done" gradually growing louder.

"That's pretty quick." My brother and Song Wei, these two old drivers, murmured softly.

I speechless cover my face, I stay in this chaotic atmosphere, wait to see Jiang Qiyun and still don't know how to explain.

Ding dong……

As the arrival bell rang, we sprang into action. Taking advantage of those "finished business" people who were still weak, my brother shoved and pushed us through the crowd.

The hat-wearing Zheng expert apparently didn't know we had been watching him. He slowly walked out of the "train car," and as soon as he took a step, my brother and Song Wei flanked him on either side.

Zheng the expert shivered all over, jumped in fright, and looked at my brother with some fear.

"Hi, expert, we have something we want to ask you," my brother whispered.

Song Wei cooperated perfectly. My brother held Zheng's expert by the neck, "sandwiched" him under his arm, and she pretended to be a little bird leaning against Zheng's arm, but in reality, she was holding onto his wrist and pulling him outwards.

“You, you... who are you!” Zheng Zhexian exclaimed in horror.

“You don't need to know who we are, we just need to know who you are... The fact that we found you here means we know a lot about you, right” My brother said with a wicked grin. “Don't worry, we just want to ask some questions, just enlighten us, okay, expert”. how can you possibly... look like a delinquent" I whispered.I think I've already been very tactful. Not saying he's gossipy is already pushing it, I'm afraid of causing trouble with my words.He let...