Xu Shuo stepped into carriage number thirteen, where a cold and viscous sense of oppression instantly washed over him, and strange, twisted murmurs invaded his mind.
He raised his fruit knife, pushing aside those slow-moving walking corpses at will.
The youth walked with a light and cheerful step, his blood-stained white lab coat fluttering slightly, his eyes bright and clear, and the smile on his face growing ever more brilliant.
If not for the striking fresh bloodstains and the smile that was brilliant to the point of being eerily sinister, he might still qualify for the endearing title of "the guy next door."
"Let's see, which little guy is hiding here~"
In the middle seat of carriage thirteen, underneath seat number sixty-nine, a pitch-black Little Ghost crouched on the ground.
The black trousers wrapped around its legs halted right there; then, the newcomer took a seat on the dilapidated chair.