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My heart raced, pounding as if it wanted to leap out of my chest. I couldn't fathom the origin of this interference signal, and now my heart was filled with regret, tears almost welling up. I wish I had brought a companion.

The electromagnetic interference on my phone was intermittent, occasionally emitting faint sounds. As I gazed at the thick white paper on the iron grille, I realized that continuing like this was not a solution. There must be a source of interference behind, perhaps an old-fashioned device in the station. However, considering the many years that had passed, even if it hadn't been lost, it should have rusted by now.

Collecting my thoughts, I approached cautiously, and the white paper, covered in a layer of dust, caught my attention. Shaking, I extended my index finger and gently punctured a hole in it. Peering through, I discovered a chaotic ticket office with vintage wooden desks painted in deep red, covered in dusty files, calculators, and office supplies. The chairs were scattered, and numerous small pieces of paper littered the floor. Further inside was a half-open rear door, seemingly ordinary.

Perplexed, I thought everything seemed ordinary, and why were these white papers blocking the view? I hadn't seen any mechanical devices, so where was the interference coming from? Ticket offices are usually connected to waiting rooms; could it be behind...

I clutched the key in my pocket, a precious possession for my father. I had a premonition that he had left something behind. Since I was already here, I wanted to explore.

Quietly turning to the other side, I pierced the white paper. To my surprise, the iron grille was a gate, and as I shone my flashlight, I felt the lock inside. However, it wouldn't budge. Peering inside, I saw the lock was rusted, and lacking tools, I had to shake the iron bolt repeatedly. After five or six minutes of effort, the lock finally loosened, and the door swung open.

The metal gate emitted a piercing metallic sound, making me flinch. Dust fell, and I quickly shielded my eyes to avoid irritation.

Swatting away the floating dust, I entered with my phone. The moment I stepped in, a strange odor assailed me. Frowning, I tried to recall where I had smelled it before.

Beneath my feet were scattered tickets. Picking up what I thought was an invalid receipt, I blew off the dust, only to discover tear marks and remnants of paper. These seemed to be pieces of information that hadn't been taken away in time. I picked up a few fragments, revealing smeared numbers, but they were too fragmented to piece together.

Discarding the fragments, I realized this place wasn't as simple as it appeared. Could the driver be right, and the station closed due to a significant incident?

The items on the table yielded no useful clues. I wiped the dust from my hands and approached the rear door in the corner. It wasn't locked, just partially closed.

Peering inside, I saw a brief corridor with light shining through into a larger hall at the back. My guess was correct; it must be the waiting room. Even if I hadn't entered through the window, walking through the ticket office would lead to the waiting room.

This reassured me a bit. I cautiously entered the larger space, and beyond the corridor, a more expansive area unfolded. Granite floor tiles covered the ground, and rows of plastic seats lined the left side. This was undoubtedly the ticket hall.

Unfortunately, my phone's flashlight lacked penetration, making it challenging to see the distant areas clearly.

In the middle of the hall stood several square pillars, and directly ahead was a separate room with a sign that read "Water Room." I wiped away the dust, revealing a room for passengers to use water. Opening the door, I discovered rows of taps, long sink basins, and some dark substances lying in the water.

Disgusted, I stirred the contents with my foot, realizing they were large masses of gauze, and the black substance was dried blood. Shocked, I looked at the bloodstains on the floor and followed them to a fenced-off passage. Looking ahead, I found... a wall? I raised my head and saw the word "Inspect One" painted with a paintbrush on the side. Inspection gate?

Approaching, I noticed that the wall was added later. Both sides had clear construction seams, indicating it was originally an inspection gate with iron gates, now sealed off deliberately.

I felt suspicious; the ticket window was covered with paper, and this area was cemented shut. What were they trying to achieve? Considering the chaos, it seemed the station staff had evacuated in haste, but there was still time to seal and block. What was happening here?

Although blocked, I could see from "Inspect One" that the wounded were brought in from behind the platform. Something significant must have occurred inside. Taking a deep breath, I continued along "Inspect One," and as expected, "Inspect Two" was similarly sealed. Moving forward, "Inspect Three" was the same, and there was another iron door. Astonishingly, it wasn't sealed shut, and a sign painted on it read "Special."

Special? What did this "Special" signify? Trying to open the door, I found it locked from the inside. Exerting force with the key from my pocket, it unexpectedly didn't insert. I sighed, realizing I might have overestimated things. Looking at the key in my hand, I couldn't help but wonder what my father had left behind. If he was the "Grand Finale of the Immortals," I was not. If there was no way out, it wouldn't be in vain to come here.

Taking a deep breath, I removed the iron chains from the door, slowly pushing it open. Behind was a pitch-black corridor, with numerous rooms on both sides, dim and profound, eerily daunting.

Glancing back at the hall window, still casting light through the gaps, I ventured into the darkness.