Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Every room has partitions.

Before Mr. Zhao rushed into the carriage, he raised his pistol and smashed the light bulb on the carriage.

In an instant, the entire carriage was plunged into darkness.

In the dark, only the sound of "Papa Papa..." came, which sounded like footsteps, but more like the sound of a lizard crawling.

"Woo--"

Heavy panting echoed in the corridor outside the private room.

A vague shadow gradually emerged in the darkness, a pair of eyeballs as big as copper bells quickly rolled in their eye sockets, scanning the private room in front of them up and down.

"Om~"

The wooden door frame rubbed against each other harshly.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Zhao Ke couldn't help holding his breath, trying to relax his body muscles as much as possible.

Zhao Ke could even feel the panting sound in his ears, and a gust of wind blowing on his hair.

"pat-"

The footsteps were getting closer, Zhao Ke half opened his eyes and glanced over.

He saw the dark green paws falling in front of him impartially.

Not the paw of a beast, nor the palm of a man,

More like the claws of some kind of aquatic creature.

There is a thick film in the gap between the fingers.

After each step, a mass of viscous liquid will be left in place.

After looking around and finding nothing, the monster suddenly turned around and rushed out of the door.

"Papa papa..." The footsteps got farther and farther away, and gradually disappeared.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke, who was hiding under the bed board, suddenly let out a long breath, feeling his back was wet.

I didn't see the monster's appearance clearly, but it was obviously not something like a ghost or a ghost.

Most importantly, this guy is completely invisible where there is light.

Not to mention this stuff, what exactly is it.

The figure that appeared behind the glass made Zhao Ke understand that he and Shan Jingichiro were not the only living people in this train.

Although the monster seems to have left.

But Zhao Ke didn't rush out immediately, but lay down under the bed and rested for a while.

Yamada's body is not like the postman's, with such strong physique and endurance.

In the series of actions just now, in a very short period of time, Yamada's body has already consumed a lot of energy.

That's why, Zhao Ke no longer chooses to run for his life, but hides.

Because if he continued to run, he might not be able to outrun the monster's pursuit.

It is more likely to fall into a trap designed by others.

After resting for a while, Zhao Ke carefully crawled out from under the bed.

I went up and down for a while, looking at the sticky liquid left by the monster on the ground.

Zhao Ke squeezed a little bit and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it carefully.

Very smelly with a special fishy smell, reminding Zhao Ke of rotten fat.

"Human flesh?"

The familiar smell aroused Zhao Ke's suspicion. Even though the stench was overwhelming when he smeared these fats on his body, at this moment, this smell was undoubtedly a good disguise.

After applying the camouflage, Zhao Ke turned back to the kitchen and still had to bring the cans with him.

Don't say that people die for money and birds die for food.

There is often a saying behind it, telling people to stand without wealth, and birds to die without food.

If I continue to consume myself, I won't be able to last long. If I encounter an unexpected situation, I am afraid that I will not even have any strength on my body. How can I face the crisis.

So those canned Zhao Ke still have to pick them up.

It's just that Zhao Ke didn't dare to bring so much this time, but put them in his pockets in batches, reckoning it would be enough for three days.

Just when Zhao Ke was going to go back to the locomotive first.

Suddenly, his eyes swept away, and he looked at the left lane pointed to by the figure outside the glass.

In the dimly lit driveway, it was impossible to see what was behind.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke was silent for a while, and finally decided to take a look.

After all, I am not the starving Druid in Survival in the Wild, and I plan to live here.

Instead, try to find a way out of your current predicament.

After a short rest, Zhao Ke walked carefully into the carriage.

In the empty carriage, one could vaguely see some daily necessities and steamed buns gnawed on the table.

It seems that something very sudden happened, and almost no one paid attention to the things on the table.

"strangeness!"

In fact, in the final analysis, Zhao Ke and Sanquan Ichiro were at the front of the car. After entering the tunnel, they didn't find anything other than the strange singing on the radio.

What happened to these soldiers?

Confused, Zhao Ke continued to walk backwards, just as he was about to push away the carriage in front of him.

The familiar stench in the air caused Zhao Ke to stretch out half of his palm and suddenly eased.

He squatted down, clasped the door with his fingers, and carefully pushed the door of the carriage open a small opening.

Eyes look in.