Chapter 6: Toilet break

The air became tense.

A deadly silence made everything terrifying.

The worm in the bowl still wriggled, trying to crawl up the tangled hair, struggling to move its body.

The salesperson's face became even uglier when she smiled.

Breaths became rapid.

Phan My Duyen even felt a trembling fear under the blanket...

When everyone thought that the salesperson would explode in anger at this moment, no one expected that after a moment of silence, she suddenly smiled, revealing her previously stiff face.

"Sir, doesn't it suit your taste?"

Hoang Tuan quickly interrupted before Tran Cong Hung could speak.

"No, he accidentally dropped it on the ground. What a pity, the noodles are so delicious..."

Hoang Tuan, who could see the next development, knew that if Tran Cong Hung didn't eat this bowl of noodles, he might die here.

This place cannot be explained by conventional theories.

No one knows if the salesperson can come to them in the middle of the night with a knife and decapitate them.

"Here, Tran Cong Hung, this bowl is for you, enjoy it."

Hoang Tuan said and handed the bowl of noodles that he had taken a bite from to Tran Cong Hung, who was not far from his bed.

Tran Cong Hung accepted the bowl of noodles.

He looked at the salesperson with a stiff smile on her face, then looked at Hoang Tuan pulling a strand of hair from his mouth...

He still chose to eat this bowl of noodles.

One side was the salesperson looking at him with predatory eyes, the other side was Hoang Tuan still alive after eating the bowl of noodles.

This time, he believed in Hoang Tuan's actions.

It's just a bowl of noodles.

He has seen worse things than this!

With that thought, Tran Cong Hung bowed his head and quickly ate the noodles, mimicking Hoang Tuan and saying "delicious" or similar words.

But after only two bites.

His eating speed significantly slowed down...

Along with the strong metallic taste and an indescribable foul odor emanating from his mouth.

He felt a intense pain in his throat.

"How can he eat so naturally like that?"

Tran Cong Hung couldn't even comprehend how Hoang Tuan managed to act like he actually enjoyed the dish.

He just wanted to vomit, to spit something out of his mouth, and then rinse his stomach once again.

The pain, the nausea...

Intermingled.

Until Tran Cong Hung almost choked to finish the bowl of noodles, the salesperson slowly pushed the small cart away...

"Ah!"

"This is definitely not something to eat!"

Tran Cong Hung rolled out of bed and coughed violently, the intense pain in his throat still evident.

"Here... Is there really that thing in it?!"

"How... how can we, how can we die here?!"

"We need to call the police, we just need to get off the train immediately and nothing will happen!"

After the salesperson left, others couldn't contain their emotions. The scene they had just witnessed was strange enough to make them believe that this train was not normal!

Everyone had only one thought: to leave this damn train!

"Don't stay on this damn train anymore!"

Tran Cong Hung clenched his teeth, trying to suppress his discomfort, and told everyone, "Do you think I don't want to leave the train?"

"But that doesn't work."

"I've said it, there's a paranormal presence here, the only way to ensure our safety is to not touch the rules."

After saying that, he looked at the bowl of noodles on the floor that he had dropped.

His arm that had grabbed his neck had disappeared without a trace, only the disgusting traces of the spilled noodles were left on the train floor.

Tran Cong Hung looked at Hoang Tuan.

He realized that Hoang Tuan was also looking at him.

"Why did you decide to eat that bowl of noodles?" He asked Hoang Tuan.

This was a point that surprised Tran Cong Hung in his heart.

As a newcomer, in the situation just now, Hoang Tuan should not have intervened in anything, but he had made contact with the salesperson from the beginning and even ate that bowl of noodles.

If it were just an ordinary bowl of noodles, it would be fine, but the problem was that anyone could see the contents of that "noodle soup."

Tran Cong Hung felt that Hoang Tuan must have discovered something.

"Because I can..." Hoang Tuan was about to answer Tran Cong Hung's question.

But right at this moment.

He suddenly felt as if millions of nails were piercing his head!

It was a pain that felt like his head was being torn apart.

Causing his face to suddenly change!

It felt like someone was warning him...

If he spoke about something related to being able to see the contents of the novel, his head would explode immediately!

Cold sweat flowed down Hoang Tuan's forehead, in the eyes of Tran Cong Hung, Hoang Tuan's strange state lasted for a few minutes before he returned to normal.

"Are you okay?" Everyone looked at Hoang Tuan with worried expressions.

He slapped his head hard.

Took a deep breath.

"It's nothing, it's my hereditary disease, don't worry about me..."

Hoang Tuan just came up with a random excuse.

It seemed that only he could see it, so the rule was not to disclose its contents.

"What happened earlier, Hoang Tuan..."

After hearing Hoang Tuan's words, Nguyen Xuan Chanh didn't ask much but returned to discussing the salesperson.

Compared to Hoang Tuan's so-called "hereditary disease," clearly, everyone was more concerned about the salesperson.

"Right, what did you say earlier, did you discover anything?" Phong Ly said from the side, then he paused for a moment and added, "Currently, we are all on thin ice... If you discovered something, you can share it with everyone."

Hoang Tuan endured the rapidly intensifying pain in his head and could only come up with an explanation based on a fake reason.

"When the salesperson handed the bowl of noodles to Hung, while Hung hesitated, I saw the salesperson slowly draw a knife from behind..."

"Ah?!"

Phan My Duyen, who had not spoken a word, couldn't help but let out a scream. She was still curled up in a corner, but her body trembled gently, seemingly frightened by the sight of the noodles falling on the ground earlier.

"So if Hung took longer to accept the noodles or refused, then..."

Phong Ly mumbled, then he didn't dare to think further.

At this moment, Tran Cong Hung also felt overwhelmed as he narrowly escaped death.

Watching everyone discuss the salesperson...

Hoang Tuan no longer paid attention to them, his head was throbbing with pain, making it difficult to speak, he could only rest and wait for the pain to subside.

However,

No onenoticed.

At this moment, Nguyen Nam, lying on his bed, silently stared at Tran Cong Hung.

...

One hour later.

The train remained quiet.

Tran Cong Hung felt an intense urge to urinate, forcing him to go to the bathroom.

He stood up and looked around at the members...

In this tense atmosphere, no one could sleep well. Everyone lay on their beds, remaining alert and observing their surroundings.

The train's lights were slightly dimmer, but still bright enough to see.

Tran Cong Hung got off the bed, took cautious steps towards the aisle, and looked around on both sides, carefully examining his surroundings.

"Wait for me at the door, I'll be quick." Tran Cong Hung told Nguyen Xuan Chanh.

"Alright."

Nguyen Xuan Chanh replied.

A slight relief washed over Tran Cong Hung as he entered the bathroom. Though it seemed strange for two men to go to the bathroom together, everyone knew Tran Cong Hung's fear, and Nguyen Xuan Chanh agreed to accompany him.

The journey was just a few steps away.

But every step Tran Cong Hung took had to be carefully considered, looking around cautiously.

"Wait for me here, I'll be quick." Tran Cong Hung said to Nguyen Xuan Chanh.

"Okay."

Nguyen Xuan Chanh responded.

A sense of slight relief emanated from below, Tran Cong Hung finished urinating and proceeded to zip up his pants.

"Drip! Drip..."

A strange sound suddenly echoed in Tran Cong Hung's ears.

He looked over.

It was just the showerhead that wasn't tightened properly, and water was dripping down.

A part of Tran Cong Hung's tightly wound nerves loosened.

He didn't pay much attention to the showerhead, and after finishing his task, he directly headed towards the door where Nguyen Xuan Chanh stood, preparing to return.

"Are you done?" Nguyen Xuan Chanh asked.

"Yeah, let's go back."

The train's lights seemed to have dimmed a bit more.

Perhaps due to the train passing through a tunnel.

Nguyen Xuan Chanh and Tran Cong Hung walked on the path back, their footsteps sounding more distinct in the train carriage.

A slightly cold feeling.

The clothing on their bodies seemed a bit thinner.

Tran Cong Hung couldn't help but tighten his jacket a little...

"Xuan Chanh? What's wrong with you?"

At that moment, Tran Cong Hung suddenly realized that Nguyen Xuan Chanh, who was walking in front of him, had suddenly stopped.

He stood there absentmindedly.

Without saying a word...

Tran Cong Hung realized something was wrong, he passed by Nguyen Xuan Chanh's side and looked ahead.

In his line of sight.

Nguyen Nam was holding a blood-stained axe upside down in his hand.

Standing at the end of the aisle, staring straight at him...