Infinite flow: The non-African's partner is the European emperor

They found the pool of blood in the alley based on the footprints. When they shone the flashlight on it, they only saw bloodstains but no body.

Xie Fei walked towards the alley and clearly saw marks on the ground, which looked like they were caused by the friction of wheels, and the bloodstains followed the traces.

When I walked to the place where the bloodstains disappeared, there were many wooden boxes blocking the way and there was no way to go.

Not finding anything unusual, Xie Fei looked around, exchanged a glance with Zhou Xing, and then pointed at the pile of wooden boxes.

Zhou Xing nodded slightly, indicating that it was okay to pass.

They moved the heavy wooden box away and found another alley behind it, but it looked even more desolate, with a road that stretched endlessly as far as the eye could see.

Xie Fei felt the chill, goose bumps appeared all over his body, he poked his arm fiercely, and whispered: "This place looks like a ghost."

He was just scaring himself, and after saying that he shrank towards Zhou Xing, half-holding him in the man's arms.

"There was only blood, but no body."

"Yeah." Xie Fei nodded. He couldn't figure out anything else and prepared to go home.

As he walked, he touched the wall with his hand. There were surveillance cameras on the wall along every section of the road.

Back at the hotel, Xie Fei and the others ran into the man named Hall again.

He was sober now and looked energetic. He was carrying a bag on his back, and there was a thumping sound of iron objects colliding inside.

He didn't expect that it was so late and there were still people who hadn't rested. When he saw Xie Fei and the others, he was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered his head, pretending that he saw nothing, and planned to pass by them.

This time, Xie Fei and his team's badges responded.

Xie Fei raised his eyebrows in surprise. Hall didn't bring the book when he went out, and there was no trace of the book in the hotel, but it was there when he came back. There was something wrong no matter how you looked at it.

They followed Hall nonchalantly, pretending to be going the same way as him. After seeing him go up to the fourth floor, Xie Fei did not follow him, but returned to his room.

After closing the door, Zhou Xing said calmly, "He smells of blood. He must have gone to the same place as us."

Xie Fei touched his chin and said, "Maybe he has been there all along. When we went there, Hall should have left."

"Ha~" Xie Fei yawned, stretched, and said, "You can go ask tomorrow."

"Yeah." Zhou Xing put his arm around Xie Fei's waist and rolled him back onto the bed.

The next day, early in the morning, the streets outside became noisy.

Jiang Zhi got up early and went out for a walk to see if he could find the whereabouts of some books.

She saw a newspaper and walked closer to take a look out of curiosity. The first thing she saw was the book on top.

"Late Night Ghost Stories" She whispered the name on the cover and flipped through it curiously. It seemed to be a ghost story.

The newspaper owner was a young man wearing brown overalls and a beret. When he saw a pretty girl stop in front of his newspaper, he stood up and asked curiously, "My dear lady, you seem to be very interested in this book?"

"Hmm? A little curious." Jiang Zhi quickly realized that the boss was talking to her.

She randomly opened a page and read a paragraph. This page told the story of the last train. After reading several pages, she felt that it was more of a detective story and quite interesting.

"It looks like you like it very much." The boss had been watching Jiang Zhi. Seeing that she had quickly finished reading the incident, he said in a long tone: "Why not buy it?"

Jiang Zhi said frankly: "I have no money."

The smile on the boss's face froze. He glanced at the clothes on Jiang Zhi. The girl was not very old, with a fair and delicate face. It was obvious that she was not from an ordinary family. The skirt she was wearing was a style he had never seen before. She didn't look like a poor girl at all.

Jiang Zhi did not lie to him, she really had no money. The money for their hotel stay was paid by Xing Ge, and they went to a grocery store to exchange things for currency.

She put the book back and looked at the time. It was almost time to go back. She had been out for a long time and Chen Xuan had been sending her messages asking her where she had been.

Jiang Zhi replied to the message while walking towards the hotel.

"Dear lady, let me remind you." The boss behind her suddenly shouted, "Don't go out at night."

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"What did you do outside?"

As soon as Jiang Zhi returned to the hotel, he saw Xie Fei and others sitting in the lobby on the first floor.

She repeated what the newspaper owner said: "A newspaper owner reminded me not to go out at night. I feel like he is a special NPC who issues quests."

"Isn't it obvious?" Chen Xuan asked curiously, "Why are you going to the newspaper?"

Jiang Zhi said: "I found a book of late night ghost stories and read a story about the last train."

"The last train?" Xie Fei lazily raised his eyelids, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked, "What are the specific contents?"

Jiang Zhi said slowly, "It's about a story in which anyone who gets on the last train at midnight will disappear. There is a ghost story enthusiast, the protagonist, who wants to know the secret behind the last train, so he gets on the train at night. When it should have reached the end, the train kept going, even after it derailed, until it entered a dark alley. The protagonist was killed by a monster that suddenly appeared in the train, but when he woke up, he found that he was still alive. At first, he thought it was a dream."

"Later, he boarded the last train again, and was killed in the alley again. After waking up, he was still intact. This made him wonder if he had gained the ability to be reborn, or if he was simply sleepwalking."

At this point, Jiang Zhi paused, and under their gaze, he scratched his cheek and said, "The story ends here, and it should still be serialized."

Xie Fei felt that this was no longer a coincidence. There were many coincidences with what they discovered yesterday, such as the wheel marks in the alley, the strange blood, and Hall returning to the hotel late at night.

"Did you notice the author's name?" Xie Fei asked.

Jiang Zhi shook her head. She never remembered the author's name when she read a book. She sensed the difference in Xie Fei's tone and asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Well, it feels a bit coincidental." He casually recounted his discovery last night.

Jiang Zhi frowned slightly and said, "It is indeed very similar. Either Hall is the author, or the protagonist in the book is about him."

"Just follow them and have a look at night." After Xie Fei finished speaking, he made a gesture to silence them, "Shh, the people are coming down."

They were close to the stairs, and if they made louder noises they would be easily heard by others.

"Tadada." Hall walked down the stairs and greeted the hotel owner and waiter skillfully.

"Hey, Hall, when did you get back? No harvest today?"

Hall yawned, picked up a glass of wine from the counter, strode to the seat next to Xie Fei and the others, sat down, and said lazily, "No gain."

He drank in big gulps, sat with his mouth wide open, scratched his hair, and said, "Don't you have any other weird stories? Let's have something exciting."

"Yes!" the passenger sitting in the innermost seat shouted, "Haven't you heard the story of the last train?"

Xie Fei noticed that when Hall heard these words, he paused and the expression on his face changed rapidly several times.

"The last train?"