mtl008 Chapter 442 [Train] Photos
Chapter 442 [Train] Photos
The bus was traveling on the national highway.
They had long since left the city, and outside the window, there were no more tall buildings, only fields of golden wheat rushing by.
"We're almost at the tracks where the accident happened." Han Bing put down her phone.
Even as the squad leader, and having already lit up his third star, he still felt a sense of bewilderment in the face of the current situation.
Unlike domains, these eroded areas offer no guidance; they are like mazes, where you can only proceed step by step.
Fortunately, this is reality, and we can still utilize the Netherworld...
Han Bing muttered to herself silently.
He had figured it out: among the people who came this time, only he and that child named Chen Ji possessed the Netherworld.
My gaze quietly shifted to Chen Yuetan on the other side. He was resting with his eyes closed, and his young child was curiously looking at the scenery outside the window.
Chen Yuetan.
Han Bing knew very well that although Tian Qinghe belonged to his team, he still trusted Chen Yuetan, the team leader, more.
A hint of regret flashed in his eyes. This person was a senior member of the bureau who had opened the Netherworld many years ago. Unfortunately, for some reason, the Netherworld could no longer be used.
But Kang Jinlong's reputation still gives people a sense of security.
Soon, a patch of dark green suddenly appeared in the golden wheat field.
The bus stopped on the national highway not far away. The group crossed the wheat field and finally saw the green carriage surrounded by police tape.
The entire carriage overturned, and the doors were twisted and deformed, so everyone had to climb in through the windows.
Apart from the damaged and messy facilities inside, there was nothing else unusual about it.
It was empty, with no luggage, only rows of overturned hard seats.
The only strange thing was that there was a faint, odd smell in the carriage, and it was unusually cold.
Han Bing glanced around, then turned and said, "Would there be a route map in this carriage?"
"After all, according to our plan, carriage number 9 of the high-speed train was replaced on a green-skinned train."
In other words, to find those nine people, you need to search along the original stops of the green train.
"Disaster."
Chen Yuetan shook his head: "This is the middle carriage, not the locomotive."
"Moreover, I asked Dong Qiaoyue before, and she confirmed that none of the Type 22 trains from that year, whether scrapped and recycled or retired and placed in museums, have ever been moved."
"You mean this train doesn't actually exist?" Han Bing's expression was rather unpleasant.
"At least they're not man-made," Chen Yuetan said directly. "So even if we have a route map, we might not be able to actually find those stations."
After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.
There was only one empty carriage.
I don't know where it came from or where it's going.
A sense of helplessness, of not knowing where to begin, suddenly welled up in Han Bing's heart.
There was no other way but to search every corner of the carriage and see if we could find any clues.
Half an hour later.
The group of people stood in the wheat field outside the carriage, their expressions somewhat complicated.
They did find something in some obscure corner.
A newspaper from 1989, some limp orange peels, and a tangled mess of dark red yarn.
The other two are definitely rubbish; the only one that's worth noting is this newspaper from 1989.
The content itself is fine, but the fact that a newspaper from over thirty years ago hasn't decayed at all is astonishing!
It looks like it was just printed a few days ago.
Looking at the newspaper, Chen Ji couldn't help but have a strange guess.
Could this train carriage have traveled here since 1989?
That's why the newspaper looks so brand new.
Two carriages were replaced.
One that was changed from 1989 to 2025.
So, could it be the opposite, that Tian Qinghe's train was moved from 2025 to... 1989?
Chen Ji wasn't the only one with this thought; a hint of doubt flashed in everyone's eyes. If that were really the case, how would they find them?
However, the appearance of the newspaper also proved that there were indeed passengers in this carriage before.
After discussing it, the investigation team decided to first search the wheat field, using the train carriage as the center, to see if there were any items that had fallen out of the carriage nearby.
If we could find out how these passengers boarded the bus, we might be able to figure out what Tian Qinghe and the others triggered that led to their replacement.
After a while.
Du Tingfeng straightened up from the wheat field, his face flushed red from the sun, looking somewhat helpless:
"I feel like we're just wasting our time."
He and Chen Ji had already searched the area but found nothing related to the train.
Chen Ji didn't reply, but glanced in his uncle's direction; the other person was on the phone.
He looked away, his nose twitched slightly, and he suddenly said, "I want to go back to the train and take another look."
"Why?" Du Tingfeng was taken aback.
"It's a little weird."
Chen Ji asked, "Did you smell a faint, strange odor? Like the smell in the carriage?"
"No matter where I go or how far I go, I can still smell it."
Du Tingfeng's expression shifted slightly. He took a deep breath and, sure enough, detected a faint, unusual odor amidst the fragrance of the wheat.
You can't smell it at all unless you smell it carefully.
"I initially suspected that the wind blew the smell out of the carriage."
Chen Ji muttered to himself as he walked into the carriage.
"But then I realized something was wrong. The car had been parked here last night, and the wind is stronger in Tianhai at night."
"How could it not dissipate even after blowing all night?"
That's not the only suspicious point.
Chen Ji gradually recalled that they had initially walked along the wheat field towards the carriage, but they hadn't smelled anything at that time.
They first entered the carriage, smelled the strange odor, and then after leaving the carriage, they were covered in the smell.
It's hard to describe; it's somewhat bitter and smelly, like something has rotted.
But even the orange peel didn't spoil, so what could be making the smell?
While pondering, Chen Ji flipped over and jumped back into the car.
There was no need to search; his gaze suddenly sharpened.
A photograph was prominently displayed on the ceiling of the carriage, directly in front of him!
But Chen was absolutely certain that there were no photos of this place before.
This was definitely not just his imagination; several people were searching the carriage at the time, and such an obvious clue couldn't possibly have gone unnoticed.
"Where did this photographic paper come from?" Du Tingfeng followed behind him and was stunned as soon as he entered.
Chen Ji shook his head and reached out to take the photo down.
It's a black and white photo, and it must have been taken a long time ago.
The content is very simple.
A man was curled up on a dilapidated hospital bed, with basins of water, bandages and other items scattered around him.
Perhaps it's due to the filming technique, or perhaps it's because of the age of the film, but the man's face is completely obscured, just a dark blur.