"Train captain, you came just right." Skoff leaped over, holding his arm, pointing to the opposite car and shouting, "Call the police...no, stop, you're killing over there."

The conductor looked up and just saw the **** black man in the opposite carriage, holding a hammer and slowly walking towards this side.

This scene also shocked the conductor. He gritted his teeth, rushed over, took out the key and locked the door of this carriage.

The black-clothed man yanked the door vigorously, seeing that it could not be opened, he smashed the door glass several times with a hammer. But the glass is strong enough, even though it is cracked piece by piece, it is not broken.

Seeing that the door could not be opened, the man in black snorted and turned and walked back slowly.

The train let out a long sigh and turned back to Skoff and the others: "You are waiting here, I will call the police, and then inform the driver to stop at the next stop."

Watching the conductor leave in a rush, Smith looked at Wick and Skoff, who were unable to sit on the opposite seats, frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

Wick raised his thumb a little tiredly: "You're right, man, I hit a ghost."

Smith was agitated and sat up awkwardly, and said in surprise: "What's the situation?"

Wick raised his gun: "The guy on the other side shot me at least seven times, but he was still able to stand up and smash the other guy's head."

The corners of Smith's mouth twitched slightly: "Sure it is a human, not a monster with teeth and claws?"

"Of course it's a human..." Wick was startled: "What do you mean?"

Smith smiled bitterly: "Nonsense, what do you think?"

Skoff gasped and said, "It's okay. I have already photographed what happened just now. I will call the police again this time. I think the police can pretend that they don't know anything."

As he said, he reached out to Wick: "Thank you just now, man. My name is Leon Scott and I am a freelance photographer."

Wick didn't talk to Scouf, but turned to look out the window, frowned and said, "Why are the speeds getting faster and faster?"

"Maybe the conductor is speeding up and let the train rush to the next platform, right?"

Skoff closed his mouth abruptly, because he saw a lighted platform flashing past the window, howling.

"Something's wrong."

Wick stood up, carefully looked at the door of the train locked by the conductor, and made sure that the man in black had not come over. He walked to the opposite car door again, but after a few pulls, he was surprised to find that this door seemed to be locked too.

Now the New York subway is still similar to an ordinary green train. There are iron doors between each carriage. Once the front and rear doors are locked, the carriage becomes a tin can.

Especially now that the tin can is still driving in the tunnel at high speed. In this state, it becomes impossible to break the window and jump the car.

"what happened?"

Smith shook his head and drank so much that he was still a little dizzy now.

Wick said solemnly: "The conductor has a problem."

Skoff trembled: "Where does he want to take us?"

"I don't know, but be careful."

Hearing Wick's words, Smith finally reacted afterwards, drew his pistol, and looked around vigilantly.

Skoff looked at the guns in Wick and Smith's hands, lowered his head and looked at the camera in his hand, and chuckled his mouth: "Um...two big brothers, do you have any weapons? Support the little brother."

Wick ignored him at all, and Smith snarled at the back of Skoff: "You can use that."

Skauf looked back and saw a small broken window hammer hanging from the car window.

"..."

Skoff took it over and squeezed it in his hand.

Well, better than a camera.

The train roared along the tunnel for an unknown amount of time. Suddenly, there was a sudden stop. Wick and Smith hurriedly grabbed the seats and handrails. Only Skoff was caught off guard and slammed forward.

If Wick hadn't stretched out his hand, Skoff might have broken his neck.

However, the camera hung around Skoff's neck was thrown out and hit the wall heavily, turning into countless parts flying horizontally.

"Do not!"

Skoff's eyes were almost staring out.

I worked so hard, risking my life to sneak into the midnight train, and almost even took my own life to take the photos, but the result was just scrapped?

Regardless of Skoff, who knelt on the ground and gathered the camera parts frantically, Wick and Smith hid in the car and looked out the car window carefully.

I saw the train stopped in front of an unfamiliar platform at this time. The entire platform was emitting a weird orange-red light. There was **** on the ground, sewage was flowing, and the corners were covered with spider webs.

Obviously, this platform has long been abandoned.

"Now...pop!"

The lights in the carriage flickered a few times and then went out suddenly. The entire train was plunged into darkness, only the orange-red light from the platform shone in, staining the carriage red like blood.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled sound, and the closed doors on both sides of the carriage opened automatically. Even more bizarre is that the heavy glass on the car windows also automatically falls downward, exposing the black holed window frame.

Wick and Smith gave each other glances, and Smith carefully moved to the door to observe if anyone came from other cars. Wick looked out the window, looking for something suspicious.

After a short while, Wick saw the conductor and the man in black getting off from the front and rear ends of the train. With a few corpses in his hands, they strode towards the depths of the platform.

At the same time, a gloomy wind blew from the depths of the platform, accompanied by the gloomy roar of ~lightnovelpub.net~.

"What the hell?"

Wick stared at the conductor and the man in black, while Smith walked over with a pale face, gritted his teeth and said: "Damn it, I encountered a monster again. Dude, you have a grenade, right?"

Wick looked at Smith like an idiot: "Whoever goes out with a grenade every day."

"That's it." Smith smiled bitterly. "Find a way to go, or write a suicide note quickly."

"Do you need to be so exaggerated." Wick frowned. "With our skills, we can't be bothered by the two hundred special forces."

"But what if the opposite is not a person?"

Hearing Smith's rhetorical question, Wick remembered the man in black who was beaten into a hornet's nest and could stand up, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"You saw it just now. Those two guys are carrying a few corpses. Do you think normal people have that much power?"

Smith continued to ask.

Wick pursed his lips, and said sternly: "Do you think it's too late for us to call the police?"

"It's useless, there is no signal here."

Skoff shook his cell phone miserably.

"Woooo..."

The terrifying roar was getting closer and closer, and in the depths of the platform, in the orange light and shadow, there were already faintly jumping unknown shadows.

Soon, the sound of chewing reverberated from the platform, and the three of them turned a little dark. Needless to say, they also knew what those unknown dark figures were eating.

"Can't wait any longer, we must withdraw!"

Before Wick's words fell, in the shadows deep in the platform, small red stars had already lit up. Accompanied by the loud nose and low roar, wolf-shaped monsters that looked like calves appeared in front of them.

"Huh, luckily it's not Wendigo!"

For some reason, Smith felt relieved in his heart.