Hou Murong was crying sincerely, which touched Wen Wen deeply, but he was not naive enough to believe everything—especially not when the stench of a corpse on his body gave Wen Wen a terrible feeling.
One thing was certain, though—everyone on this train was possessed by an obsession to meet someone deceased within this metro.
But did this train really possess such a capability? If it truly could bring the dead back to life, what then was the purpose of shrouding the carriages in white mist?
Perhaps the white mist was some type of hallucinogenic, allowing people to see what they wished to see.
Yet this did not explain the letters received by everyone; those could compellingly make so many believe—those handwriting definitely belonged to the deceased.
"If this train really is a special containment item, maybe we can indeed see the departed ones we long for..."
Wen Wen sighed. The phenomenon had not yet occurred, but his heart was already somewhat chaotic.