mtl008 Chapter 483 Without a Trace
Chapter 483 Without a Trace
Ultimately, the two decided to wait until the next domain event ended before driving to the welfare home to visit.
However, Du Tingfeng told Chen Ji directly not to have too high expectations, as that orphanage had been closed for more than ten years.
It might have already been transformed into a farmhouse or bed and breakfast by now.
Gradually, no one on the bus spoke anymore.
All that remained was the roar of the train tracks being crushed.
The return train journey was peaceful. The remaining ghosts on board all sat motionless in their seats with their heads bowed, perhaps because the train was heading towards reality.
Do you think they will get off the bus?
Tian Qinghe quickly glanced around and nudged Han Bing's arm.
"Hope not."
Han Bing's voice was weak and listless, "Once is enough when it comes to real-life paranormal events."
He was physically and mentally exhausted, but he still had a lot of things to do when he got back.
Many ordinary people have been involved in this incident, which requires thorough follow-up and work, and this process will take a considerable amount of time.
But anyway...
The ghost train incident has finally come to an end.
Boom boom boom.....
The train began to slow down visibly.
A train attendant wearing a peaked cap silently walked to the back of the carriage, just as she had done before when the train was about to stop.
Everyone felt uneasy.
It was still dark outside the window, and there was no way of knowing where they would be placed.
It could be Zhangzhai, or it could be a desolate wilderness.
For some reason, Tian Qinghe had a bad feeling about this. He gripped the Prophet tightly, feeling that this strange thing might disappear at any moment.
On the other side, Du Tingfeng and Chen Ji also occasionally touched their pockets.
According to Chen Ji's previous prediction, the disappearance of the pen and chips was due to a problem with the timeline.
So when we return to reality, these two strange creatures should appear.
At the same time, Chen Ji couldn't stop thinking about one question.
The calligraphy brush should still be in Montenegro in 1985.
In other words, something happened afterward that caused the brush to split into two pieces, and the main body of the brush inexplicably became a fountain pen, living a carefree life in the middle school where students were repeating their senior year.
Until Chen Ji picked it up.
But how did he get into the high school for repeat students?
Did someone bring it into that area and leave the pen there?
Just as Chen Ji was making various guesses, a piercing horn sounded, breaking his thoughts.
woo-
We need to stop!
Everyone sat up straight and looked out the window, when suddenly their vision blurred!
The darkness outside the window suddenly disappeared.
In the deep blue night sky, a crescent moon approached the horizon; it was the last darkness before dawn.
A familiar village came into Chen Ji's view.
"Zhangzhai!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; with the disappearance of the two ghosts, this place was relatively safe.
At the same time, Chen Ji felt a weight in his pocket.
He immediately reached out and felt that familiar touch.
The fountain pen is back.
They went back to 2025.
Du Tingfeng's expression also shifted slightly, and the chips reappeared.
But unlike them, Tian Qinghe's expression was extremely grim, and the [Prophet] vanished from his hands.
He had held on very tightly, but still couldn't keep the Prophet, leaving him with mixed feelings.
Sometimes, the harder you try, the less you can hold on.
Tian Qinghe couldn't help but recall her fragmented memories and the lost period of her adolescence, and a look of melancholy appeared in her eyes for a moment.
Chen Ji glanced at the dejected Tian Qinghe and understood. The [Prophet] was currently in Yin Ziqin's hands.
However, to Chen Ji's surprise, the [Resurrection] technique was also missing.
This proves that the terracotta figurine was not ownerless; it must have made contact with the outside world at this point in time, and perhaps it was taken away by someone else.
Did Yin Ziqin know about this?
Chen Ji's eyes flickered slightly. When he observed Yin Ziqin's expression, he felt that she might have seen other terracotta figurines.
You can ask her when you get back.
The train slowly came to a stop.
Everyone moved slightly.
The atmosphere suddenly became delicate. Once they got out of the car, Chen Ji and the others would inevitably have to intercept these two shady directors. The matter of the "road sign" was still unresolved.
According to Chen Yuetan, he had already confronted the bat, but the other party just sneered and didn't say a word.
This actually confirmed the Thirteenth Bureau's original idea that the company had indeed interfered with the [coordinates].
I don't know exactly what methods were used.
Bang!
As my thoughts were racing, the train doors suddenly opened.
From the back of the carriage, a emotionless voice rang out:
"We've arrived at Zhangzhai."
Almost instantly, Qin Lang and Bat, who were at the front, moved with lightning speed and rushed towards the car door!
Chen Ji and his group followed closely behind, but in the next second, the two Yin directors suddenly retreated.
They couldn't get off the bus.
Even though the car doors were wide open, it was as if there was an invisible wall blocking them, preventing them from taking any further steps.
"Walk."
Qin Lang paused, then relaxed his brow and returned to his seat with Bat.
She already knows why.
"..."
Chen Ji gave them a deep look.
I felt a slight vibration on the train floor beneath my feet. This stop was very short, and we would be setting off again soon.
Chen Ji sighed silently, knowing that he couldn't catch them this time.
"You can only get off at the same place you boarded the bus."
He turned around and quickly told Tian Qinghe and the others, "You're the same, we have to split up."
As expected, neither Wei Lan nor Tian Qinghe, like the two bats, were able to get out of the car.
After indicating that they would contact each other after getting off the train, Chen Ji and the others quickly left the train.
The train continued its journey...
Until they reached the western end of the village, they suddenly disappeared into the air.
"Three locations."
Chen Yuetan stared at the spot where the train had disappeared: "I really want to know where those two people boarded the train."
No more words were said.
I opened my phone; only a short time had passed since they left Zhangzhai.
Chen Yuetan swiped his phone and called the members of Team Six who had taken Zhao Hong away, asking them to come and pick her up. He then briefly explained what had happened at the station.
The next second, Tian Qinghe called:
"We're getting off the bus."
"So fast?" Han Bing was taken aback; only a few minutes had passed.
He then realized that the time on the train was different from the time in reality.
“When we got off the bus, Bat and the others were still on it.” Tian Qinghe clicked her tongue. “They were on their last stop.”
This means that no one knows where the company's website is located.
"Come and pick us up."
On a plain dozens of kilometers away from Zhangzhai, Tian Qinghe said helplessly, "There's nothing around here."
"Huh? Shouldn't there be a derailed green train carriage next to you?" Han Bing asked, puzzled, on the other end of the phone.
"No."
Tian Qinghe shook her head.
"That carriage... seems to have been taken away by the ghost train."
He gazed in the direction the train had gone, and like Zhangzhai, the ghost train had vanished without a trace.
Everything felt like a dream.
With the train incident concluded, whether it was the ghost, the ghost train, the rosary in the station, or the two terracotta figures...
Not a single trace was left.
It was as if nothing had ever happened.
Tian Qinghe silently hung up the phone. On his back lay the heavy body of the old man.
He looked at Wei Lan and Zhang Xuan, who were supporting the old lady beside him, and the three of them had a deep and unyielding sense of bewilderment on their faces.
A gentle breeze swept across the empty plain, brushing against Tian Qinghe and bringing a touch of chill.
The image of Da Bao appeared in my mind: running around on the bullet train, trembling with fear at his drawing, and crying uncontrollably in the lobby.
And finally.....
The view outside the car window.
A gentle breeze swept across the empty plain, brushing against Tian Qinghe and bringing a touch of chill.
How could there be no trace?
It's just hidden in their hearts, and no one can see it.