Muye Zhang opened the topic about a novel about a bowl of rice noodles refueling, and then netizens continued to write, choosing the most wonderful sequel as the beginning every week to continue writi

Muye Zhang opened the topic about a novel about a bowl of rice noodles refueling, and then netizens continued to write, choosing the most wonderful sequel as the beginning every week to continue writing. This is part of Muye Zhang's death cycle-the mysterious story of Menlin. No netizens continue to write.

The fifth story told by Lu Yanan: the last customer in the noodle restaurant.

Eating noodles kills people.

This is a mysterious story that happened in Lu Yanan's hometown. He said that a young man wanted to go home by train that year. He misread the date on the ticket and arrived at the station one day early. It's too far to go back. He can't afford a hotel, so he can only live in the waiting room.

It's a small station in the mountains, and it can't be smaller. There are few passengers during the day and no one at night. However, the young man slept on the cold kang, relied on strong firepower, never believed in ghosts, wrapped himself in cotton-padded clothes at night, and lay on a bench in the station, so it was no problem to deal with it casually. But he didn't bring any dry food, and he was so hungry that he couldn't sleep at night.

The boy was lying on a bench, half asleep and half awake, vaguely dreaming of eating noodles in a restaurant, which was delicious. At this time, he seemed to hear someone laughing "hey hey" next to him. He woke up suddenly when he heard the noise and found more people on the bench. It turns out that there are others in the waiting room besides him.

Epigenetic hurriedly got up, it was already after midnight. He rubbed his eyes with his hand and looked at them carefully. Although there was a leaking moonlight in the waiting room, the man was blocked by the shadow and couldn't see his face clearly in the dark. Judging from his figure, he is about forty years old, like a boss in Cai Dong. It is estimated that he is waiting for the bus at the station.

The epigenetic looked at each other for a while and boldly asked, "Who are you? Sit there and laugh? "

The man said, "What can I do at the station? Passengers waiting for the bus, of course. Because I saw you drooling and your mouth was moving all the time when you slept, it was probably a good thing for dream of eating, so I couldn't help laughing. "

Epigenetic a little embarrassed, said he was hungry in the middle of the night, dream of eating noodles. That bowl of hot carrion noodles is really delicious.

The man didn't agree with this and smiled, "You country boy, how do you know what noodles are delicious?"

Two passengers waiting for the bus found the topic. In the waiting room at midnight, you chat with each other. Later, the boss-like man told the young man about his early experience in running a noodle restaurant.

The epigenetic couldn't help but be fascinated. Just listen to the boss-like man and say, I used to be an epigenetic boy like you. I opened a noodle restaurant in the city, the door of which faces the street. Only a dozen guests can sit in. Although the noodle restaurant is small and secluded, it is the hard work of several generations of my family and it is quite a perennial customer.

My father died young, and I was only in my early twenties when I took over the noodle restaurant, but the craftsmanship was really legendary and quite good. My family sells oily eel paste noodles, which are red with thick oil sauce and cheap. On the cloth in front of the store, it says, "Get off the horse when you smell the incense, and stop when you know the taste." It stays open from afternoon until late at night to take care of those guests who come back late. No one has eaten my eel batter, and no one has not picked his thumb.

Although my shop is small, it does a lot of work, greeting guests, welcoming guests, cooking noodles and making fires. But in those years, the world was bad, there were too many natural and man-made disasters, and business was difficult to do. I can't make ends meet, and I barely maintain the noodle restaurant. No matter how big or small, I can't afford any help at all.

One night, there was a cold northwest wind, and the street was deserted early. The last piece of eel batter was not sold, thinking that it was dark and there would be no more customers. Fortunately, there are not many noodles left, just enough for me to eat. I might as well close early today and go back to rest.

I tidied up and was about to get on the bus when a man came in outside. The street was dark, and I didn't see anyone coming. For business, just a guest, if he doesn't make money, he can't put money down, so he still smiles as usual and asks, "Do guests eat noodles?" Eat the last one, sit down for a while, and the eel batter will be ready soon ... "

But when I was making tea, I found that the last customer who came in was dressed as an old guest from other places. He was in rags and his face was cold and hungry. He is not much better than a beggar. I opened a noodle restaurant to do business and was greeted by more people every day. As soon as I look at this, I know there is no big penny.

As I expected, the old customers saw the hot tea, but they didn't care. He picked it up and drank it backwards. Even the tea that has not been soaked is licked into the mouth and chewed. Then he humbly begged, "noodle shop owner, please be kind." You pity me for coming all the way from other places to visit my relatives, but I didn't land there. I lost money on the road and said every day that I shouldn't, and the ground couldn't, three times in a row. "

I sighed. These years have not been easy. After years of drought, there are no crops in rural fields, and countless victims flock to cities to beg. When few people starve to death, officials don't care. I run this noodle restaurant on a shoestring, and it is difficult for me to make a living. Can I care about other people's lives? It's not that I'm unkind. You saved one, but not so many. Moreover, these beggars are full of such rhetoric. Today, they gave him noodles. He spread the story to the outside world. Tomorrow, there will be hordes of refugees begging. These people are best at pretending to be poor. They must never be soft-hearted and credulous.

And I usually don't want to eat my own eel batter. I have two meals in the morning and evening. I have to sell all the noodles to make a living. The noodle restaurant handed down from generation to generation cannot be defeated by me, and I will bite my teeth no matter how hard and tired I am. The last noodle didn't sell today. How good is it for me to eat by myself? I don't steal, rob or cheat. I never owe anyone anything. It is not a crime not to give the beggar free food. I don't need to have a bad conscience. This guy is poor. The problem is that I have to pity him and have to beg for food in the future.

I had no choice but to invite my old customers out and politely explain the truth: "please forgive me, our small business is not responsible." You should come another day without money. It's getting late, I'm closing the door. "

As the saying goes, "It's easier to catch a tiger on the mountain than to tell a person." Everyone has self-esteem, and no one is born begging. The old guest was embarrassed to say anything more when he saw me kick him out, but he was very hungry. When he saw my unfinished bowl, his eyes were nailed and his legs and feet could not move. Finally, he knelt on his knees, with tears in his eyes, kowtowing for mercy, and his mouth turned upside down.

When I saw the old guest bleeding from his forehead, I felt sorry for him and helped him up. "What can I say if you beg me so much?" But this small noodle restaurant is the foundation of my life. This bowl of noodles can't be given to you for free. Do you really want to eat first? "

The old guest was filled with tears when he heard this. He nodded vigorously and said, "I will be a cow and a horse in my next life to repay your kindness ..." He was so hungry that he suddenly fainted in the middle of his words.

I sighed, dragged him to the shop, then uncovered the bottom of the soup pot, boiled it, took out the noodles and put them in the bowl. I put the eel paste in hot oil, used it as a cover, and added various seasonings to the noodles. When the other person smelled the aroma, he suddenly woke up from a coma and was swept away. They ate a big bowl of eel batter and licked the bottom of the bowl clean.

While he was eating noodles, I put out the fire, closed the shop door and asked the old guests how my cooking was.

The old guest is naturally grateful, saying that this bowl of noodles saved his life, but he is penniless and has nothing to repay in this life, but he hopes to repay the noodle shop owner in the next life.

What do you mean, I will be a cow and a horse in the afterlife? We are in business, and we won't settle that distant account. We also said in advance that you can't eat my bowl of noodles for free.

The old guest said reluctantly, "so the noodle shop owner can know that I really have nothing of value on me." I have no way out now, and I don't know how many days I can live in the future. I am thin and hungry. Tell a joke, even if I want to give you all my flesh and blood, I'm afraid you can't make a few bowls of noodles. If I don't repay you in my next life, what can I expect? "

I said, "Don't talk nonsense. My noodle restaurant is a well-known time-honored brand. How dare you sell minced meat noodles? In addition, look in the mirror and see how sallow and emaciated you are. There is no oil and water all over the body. When you cook it in the pot, it's gone. What do I want you to do? To tell you the truth, my father accidentally fell into the river and died, and even the body was not found afterwards. This is the most annoying thing in my life. I think your face is quite similar to my father's, so I want to worship you as my adoptive father. Since you ate my eel paste, you must promise this. "

The old guest didn't expect such a good thing in the world. To his surprise, he was accepted by me as an adoptive father and son, and he closed the shop at night and went home together. That night, while the old guest was sleeping, I put a rope around his neck and strangled him alive on the bed.

The old guest died miserably, with his mouth open and his tongue sticking out. His eyes were bloodshot and he died unsatisfied. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was wide open, as if he were pressing silently. "Why did you kill me?" It means "just hate people's hearts like water, and make waves casually."

Bury a corpse and become a ghost.

In the middle of the night, when everything was silent, the young people were in the waiting room of the mountain station, listening to the noodle shop owner's story about strangling the living, thinking that the other party was deliberately scaring people, even if it was the story of "The Mystery Ghost Story", they should be reasonable.

If, as the noodle shop owner said, a beggar is penniless, undressed and can't even get half a baked wheat cake, then he is poor and thin, and sometimes he will make a corpse. You can't bear to give him a bowl of noodles to eat and drive him out of the shop, but you invite beggars to eat eel paste noodles, and you deliberately recognize him as an adoptive father, and then you take him back to your home and strangle him with a rope. This is unreasonable in reason. How can this happen in the world?

The noodle shop owner sneered again: "Old beggars don't understand until they die. Why would I do that? If I hadn't told you the reason myself, you younger generations would naturally not know. " .

I really have nothing against the old beggar, and I have nothing against him recently. There is nothing valuable on him, and I won't turn him into rotten meat noodles. This matter is deeply rooted. Please listen to me slowly.

My ancestors didn't always run noodle shops, but walked up the family tree for generations. Mr. Feng Shui, who opened his eyes, found a treasure trove of Feng Shui with an excellent location. The cave faces Gaobu Mountain and controls the wilderness ahead, so it is called "Woniu Cave". There are four rivers on both banks, just like four snakes guarding it. If the ancestors of this family are buried here, their descendants will enjoy all the splendor. The so-called Zhu Hu has four gods, rich men and virtuous women; Glory does not seek nature, and future generations have blessings; Family officials for generations, purple robes and gold belts worship the king. "

This kind of treasure hole can be met but not sought. My family chose the ancestral grave there, which really made the family prosperous, and it was the first. In more than 100 years, dozens of families emerged and became the big family at that time. Most people make friends with princes and nobles, and the civil servants in front of the yamen get down from the sedan chair, which is really imposing.

Unexpectedly, this ancestral grave of my family was targeted by a group of rivals. Those traitors are also proficient in Feng Shui. They have been spying on this "lying cow hole" for many years. While his family was unprepared, he secretly dug a grave and replaced the bones of his ancestors. Since then, good and bad luck has been translocated. When my family died, his family added another Jia Jia. My family lost an acre of land and his family added an acre of land.

In my generation, the family declined and the population withered, leaving only this small noodle restaurant to make a living. Fortunately, the geomantic omen of my ancestors has not been lost. My family has been guarding this small noodle restaurant for generations, with the shop in front and the home behind. Even if there is a better berth, they will not move away, not because they are not enterprising. It turns out that although this noodle restaurant is in the city, it is a rare house. If the bones of our ancestors are buried underground,

This treasure hole under the noodle restaurant is called "mouse presents treasure", and the ancestral grave is chosen here. The Lord hates prosperity, only the bad luck of being poached by his opponent. Two or three generations above me have all died suddenly, and finally there are no bones left. No ancestor's bones can be buried in a treasure cave, just like starving to death in a golden mountain.

Many people think that Feng Shui and Yin Zhai are illusory. The dead are buried in graves, which cannot protect their children and grandchildren. This is because they don't understand the essence of Kanyu art. In fact, there is a kind of invisible air between heaven and earth. In short, it is the qi of yin and yang, which rises to the clouds, falls to the rain and dew, walks on the ground and is angry; Anger runs on the ground, produces everything, and controls good and bad luck; Flowing between heaven and earth, called ghosts and gods; Hidden in the chest, it is called a saint.

The situation of mountains and rivers is different, and the anger of aggregation is different. Therefore, Mr. Feng Shui sized up the situation, pointed out the dragon cave in the vein of the earth, and then buried his ancestors in the treasure house of Feng Shui, occupying the aura between heaven and earth, and future generations would be blessed and prosperous. This is because people's hair and blood are influenced by their parents, and the blood vessels are interlinked, and the remains in the ancestral graves are earthy. Future generations will naturally be blessed.

I know this very well. I had an idea when I saw the old beggar that day. Anyway, the other party is lucky and unlucky, living in the world and suffering all day. If I don't give him that bowl of noodles, maybe he will die of hunger and cold before dawn every day and become a corpse without convergence. He was wrapped in a straw mat and then drove to the suburbs to fill a mass grave. Since they are all dead anyway, let him eat me.

So I let the old guest eat eel paste noodles, worshipped him as the adoptive father, exchanged blood and recognized relatives, and accepted my worship gift. Be sworn brothers in the past and drink blood wine. This means that his father and son have to exchange blood, cut the pulse twice, drop blood into tea, and change to drink, and they become a family with the same blood. Then strangle the old guest alive with hemp rope while he is sleeping.

My family has run this small noodle restaurant for many years. The crypt where people are buried has already been dug, and the body of the old guest has been packed overnight. I have ancestral magic, and I know that this man died in an unknown way, with resentment in his chest and possible corpse change. So I put a copper coin into the mouth of the dead body, tied my feet together with beef tendon, wrapped them in a quilt, and carefully placed them in the crypt. The location of the dead body was also very particular.

I immediately piled up soil and laid bricks, buried the body deeply and restored the ground to its original state. I did a lot of work, took out paper money prepared in advance and burned it for the dead underground. I knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times, telling the whole story. I swear that if I push my luck in the future, I will pay a lot of money to ask famous monks to do three-day rituals, turn over for old guests and leave the underworld early.

It turns out that people have souls, clarity and turbidity, and ghosts and gods are qi. After death, the soul may stay for a while. If they die unjustly, this resentment will remain in the body and there will be corpse change. I buried the dead body according to the road, so the beggar's regular customers should not become zombies again. However, the spirit of the deceased remains a hidden worry. At the beginning of life, it is born in the womb until it dies. In the underworld, according to cause and effect, good and evil, or reincarnated as a human being, or locked in a city that caused death, after many years of reincarnation, the most terrible thing is the spectre, which gave up the opportunity to go to the underworld and enter reincarnation, lingered in the narrow gap between life and death, waiting for life from the enemy, and then fell into A-nose hell, also known as endless hell, where ghosts and evil spirits could never take off.

I think the old beggar is desperate. He should be a hungry ghost, not freeze to death. It is better to eat a bowl of noodles from me until he dies, and bury his body in a treasure hole to bless my descendants. I suggest that he go to Elysium early, or be reincarnated in a rich family. Isn't this the best of both worlds? It's just that the old guests didn't close their eyes when they died. In order to resolve this resentment, I must make it clear.

Because there was a sudden motive to kill, I didn't think the time was bad until the end, which coincided with the cloudy moon and cloudy year. That was when I was most likely to become a spectre, so I knelt down at the place where the body was buried, and I told the cause and effect myself, thinking it was over. I've been busy all night and I'm so tired. My knees are weak and I am about to get up and clean up the ashes left by burning paper money. Suddenly,

Before I could turn around, I felt my neck was pinched by a pair of cold big hands, and my hair stood on end, but I knew in my heart, "Oh, I didn't expect to come so soon. It took me a long time to break it and crush it, but this old customer turned into a ghost to haunt me ... "

At this time, a voice came from my ear: "noodle shop owner, noodle shop owner, you are so vicious. You ate a bowl of noodles and killed people alive. I died so badly. No matter how cheap my life is, it is also my own life. A bowl of eel paste can't be exchanged. We can calculate the account. ...

I know that such a dead ghost is the worst, and nothing can be cured. My neck was strangled by the ghost, and my body could not move. It seems that blaming others and paying back debts. Today, I was born to die, so I had to beg and say, "Dude promised to eat me a bowl of noodles before, and I will be a cow and a horse in the afterlife." If that's the case, why do you want the larger foe? You kept me alive. When I have money, I will definitely drive for three months. "

However, the ghost is narrow-minded and indifferent. He said bitterly, "I mean to be a cow and a horse in the afterlife, but I didn't say I would give you my life back immediately in this life." Moreover, there is an old saying that kindness is good, although kindness is not rewarded; If you don't want to do evil, you won't punish evil. You saved the meaning of harming people in advance. How can that bowl of noodles be half kind? I think your noodle shop owner, the devil wears Prada, is simply a jackal among animals. He did such an immoral thing. There has never been such a good deal in the world. I don't want to have bliss early, and I don't want to be born again. I can't swallow this resentment in my heart. I will become a spectre and strangle you, and then drag you into eighteen layers of hell ... "

I heard the spectre say this, and the two ghost hands that grabbed my neck got tighter and tighter. At this moment, despair, fear and regret welled up in my heart, and my eyes were dark.

When the noodle shop owner talked about it, the young people waiting at the mountain station were frightened. He asked trembling, "You … you … you were killed by that evil spirit …"

Very close to death

The noodle shop owner smiled darkly and said slowly to the young man, don't be afraid. I was about your age then. If I was strangled by that ghost on the spot, I can't tell you this story now.

At that time, I was dying, and I was very unwilling, but there was nothing I could do. Although I can't see my face, I must be full of fear and despair of death. My face is not good.

However, the spectre did not strangle me, as if admiring my face distorted by fear. I knew the other side didn't want me to die too soon. When I was still talking, I said to the spectre, "I'm sorry for the evil thoughts of the villain, but now I'm sorry." But if you stay around and kill the villain, it will only be quick and you will fall into endless hell. Listen to the little people.

You damn fool, though tough, was a peasant with little knowledge before he died. After listening to my words, he relaxed his hand for half a minute and asked, "I want to hear what you have to say." That makes sense. If there is half a sentence of hypocrisy, I will strangle you at once. "

When I see things getting better, I dare to ignore them. I swear, "I buried my brother's body in a treasure trove of feng shui, hoping to get some wealth." I was really blinded by lard and did something unnatural. There are ghosts in the sky. At this time, I think I deserve to die. Although I am extremely sorry, my brother, people can't come back from the dead. It is better to leave this little dog's life first. " If you have money, you can do things beyond your brother's ghost. Twelve years later, your brother will make the little one pay his life. At that time, all the sins will be borne by that little guy. After your brother takes revenge, you can entrust your life to a rich family and enjoy the splendor. Is this good? "

The ghost may have been moved by my words. He was silent for a long time and suddenly burst into a hideous smile. He said, "I'm going to strangle you now, but it's cheaper if you kill me." I'll wait until you get rich, but don't try any tricks or hide anywhere. I will stare at you every day without blinking. Twelve years later, when the moon turns cloudy and the sun turns cloudy, I will die. "

The spectre let go of his hand, and I turned around and saw a gloomy face full of resentment disappearing into the corner, listening to the crows in the city, and it was dawn.

I survived and lay on the ground for a long time, and the shock subsided a little. I got up and looked in the mirror and found that my neck and back were scratched by Qing Wu. The more I think about it, the more I die.

I know that spectre, believing what I said at the moment, will show up and kill me in a few years, and that's my time. Besides, I can't hide from anything, and ghosts keep staring at me in the dark. I can't escape, and I can't handle it. Now we can only take it one step at a time, and we can live a few more years.

From this day on, my luck became surprisingly good. Whether I buy Chinese characters or gamble, I bet big on small ones. The noodle restaurant is so prosperous that even sweeping the floor can sweep out gold. My capital has increased rapidly. First, usury, and then I sold the goods to Guangdong and Guangxi. Everything is profitable. I even opened a bank and a factory, and I joined hands with the British to build a railway. My family's money has been turned over.

I thought it might have nothing to do with burying a body in a cave in a treasure trove of feng shui. Most of the ghosts helped me in the dark, which made me less lucky. The more you get now, the more you lose in the end. I used to run a small noodle restaurant that was about to close down, but now I have become a big moneymaker. I have three beautiful wives, four concubines and a man and a woman under my knee. They are all smart and lovely, and they are all my pride.

The thought that one day, the ghost will come to me and kill my whole family, old and young, makes me stop thinking about tea and rice. I really can't eat well and sleep well. I don't have a moment's peace of mind. I almost never laugh. I always sigh.

My beautiful wives and two children think that I am worried about business, and often make me happy and share my worries, but I never dare to confide in these close relatives.

Death is only a moment. Counting the days to die is too painful. Time flies. As the days go by, death will come in an instant. In the past ten years, I have never thought of running away, because I can really feel those resentful ghost eyes staring at my every move in the dark, which makes me feel like a thorn in my back and fidgety. Over time, my heart can't bear it.

Seeing that you are dying is a causal thing. I can't escape. I didn't want to stay at home with my wife and children, for fear that the spectre would kill my family in front of me first, so I took a long-distance train that day and planned to die outside. This idea has never been mentioned to anyone.

At night, the train drove into the mountains. I sat alone in the box, waiting for the last moment of taking the medicine according to the habit. Think of that night twelve years ago, regretting that I shouldn't have killed anyone, and my wife and children were killed together. I thought I couldn't stop chanting Buddha, but I'm looking forward to doing many rituals over the years. Maybe I've eliminated my resentment, secretly prayed to God, and I'm willing to lose everything for the life of my wife and children.

Self-reproach in my heart, despair in my head, and unconsciously fell asleep in the carriage. Suddenly, I felt an inexplicable chill and my hair was covered. I shivered and opened my eyes at once. I saw a gloomy face slowly emerging from the shadow under the seat, and my eyes were full of vicious resentment. I killed an old guest at the noodle restaurant many years ago.

Although I was psychologically prepared, I couldn't help but flinch at the last minute, but the carriage was narrow and I was in a dead corner with nowhere to escape.

The spectre stared at me darkly and said with a grimace: "noodle shop owner, it's time to settle our old scores." When you, a traitor, killed me, did you ever think there would be retribution today? According to the previous agreement, I will kill you first, then strangle your family one by one, and then reincarnate to a rich family, and then let me have a good look at your desperate face. ...

By this time, I had calmed down and said calmly, "Why should I despair? You should be desperate. You asked me to tease you before you died. Do you think you have improved since you died? "

The spectre believed this, and said with a snort of cold, "I am staring at your every move. No matter what, you won't survive tonight, and I will never let your wife and children go. I don't believe that life is in an instant, you can go against the sky! "

I smiled and said, don't lie to you now. This is just my plan. When the moon is cloudy and the sun is cloudy, I will give you your life back. I know that ghosts change the most when it is cloudy. Even if I find someone with advanced Taoist skills, I may not be able to hold you down. If I miss, my family will die immediately. So, I've been pretending to be afraid all these years. That is to make you careless, so as to surprise me. In fact, my heart has always been there.

I heard that there is a monster in Menling, which is more terrible than endless hell. When it is cloudy all year round, it will swallow the ghosts of nearby creatures. The soul of the living is a creature, and the soul of the dead is a ghost. No matter people or ghosts, there is no exit to this ridge at the moment. The so-called money can communicate with God. I specially joined hands with the British to build this railway, and on the way, I had to pass through a tunnel running through the Menling Mountains.

The spectre's face was even more ferocious, and he said with great resentment, "In that case, you noodle shop owner wouldn't want to go out. I'll trade my life for yours, and I won't lose! "

At this moment, the train is passing through Menling Tunnel. I noticed that there was endless darkness approaching outside the carriage. Knowing that this move was really correct, I said, "You were just a poor beggar, naked and hungry, and this despicable life should be dragged on by me." I arranged it carefully, and the depth of my mind is by no means what you can see through. To tell you the truth, the pills I took before can make people stop their hearts and be in a coma for a while, and the effect will soon break out. When I woke up, you damn fool and the souls of all the passengers on the train had been eaten by the things in Menling ... "

The ghost also found something terrible entering the carriage in the tunnel. Just flustered, don't want to say more. I reached out and grabbed my neck. At this time, the secret medicine I took took effect, and I couldn't see anything at the moment. In a trance, I feel that the dark tide is coming from all directions, engulfing all the sounds and lights, and then I don't know anything. I don't know how long it took. When I woke up, I found that the train had left Menling Tunnel. But because everyone in the car died, only the bodies were left, so I derailed and overturned. Only I survived by luck, found a small station near here, and wanted a ride home to reunite with my wife and children. The spectre after the beggar's death has changed after being swallowed by an unknown monster in Menling, and there is nothing I can do about it forever. Although I got on the whole train, I had to do it. Fortunately, this is my wish. From today on, I will never do it again.

When talking about his pride, the noodle shop owner was completely intoxicated with his own story, and then muttered to himself, complaining that the train was late.

The young man listened with fear. He heard that there was a serious disaster near here. The whole train derailed and fell into a ravine. All passengers are dead, no one lives. Later, a tunnel connecting the railway was built next to it. The original Menling tunnel was closed and abandoned. What's more, it happened before liberation. This mountain station never stops at night. This isn't it?

At present, it is almost dawn, and the young people dare not ask any more questions. They sit there and talk to themselves. Finally, the noodle shop owner stood up from the bench, shook his head and sighed that the train would not come, and then walked outside the station.

The moonlight was dim, and the young man saw something that looked like a human without feet, and disappeared in front of the door in a blink of an eye, listening to the crow in the distance. Soon it was dawn, and he suddenly woke up-the noodle shop owner who told his experience was the fool of the train accident before liberation. He listened to the ghost story all night in the dark night.