Who says a sickly daughter can’t break through the weirdness?

The remaining qualified investigators are almost at the end of their strength.

Can we still withstand the next wave of attacks with the remaining combat power?

"Thorn--!"

Suddenly, the train's wheels rubbed violently against the rails, making a sharp, piercing sound, like metal being torn apart. It instantly pierced everyone's eardrums and made everyone's heart shrink suddenly!

The investigators were thrown all over the place by the sudden braking, their bodies lurching forward uncontrollably! Some were even on the verge of being thrown out of the car!

Fortunately, Lin Qiutang and another person with telekinesis ability were quick-witted and quickly released their telekinesis to stop them.

The survivors in the carriage were also thrown to the ground by the powerful inertia. One survivor reacted a little faster and protected his head with his arms at the moment of falling, but he was still hit on the shoulder by a box flying from the side, and he gasped in pain.

He stood up and looked around. After making sure the train had calmed down, he asked the same question as everyone else: "What happened? Why did the train stop?!"

On the top floor of the train, an investigator with telekinesis brought Xu Xiaogang back from the deep fog ahead.

"Chief, this is bad!"

Xu Xiaogang was panting heavily, not caring about taking a steady breath as he came up to Chu Tieshan and said breathlessly: "The rail bridge in front has not been lowered. The bridge is raised and lowered by a machine, but that machine is broken!"

"Didn't they check for road problems before the train departed? Why weren't they discovered then?"

"I don't know... The team members who were in charge of the exploration have died, but among the survivors there are people who participated in the maintenance of the railway. Do you want to..."

"...Forget it. Now is not the time to assign blame. Some entities possess intelligence, and it's very likely they did this."

"We have to find a way to lower the bridge, but how do we..."

Before he could finish his words, Xu Xiaogang's face suddenly turned extremely pale!

He detected that in his perception network, there were two double-headed falcons in the fog not far away, approaching them rapidly!

"what happened?"

Chu Tieshan frowned, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Two-headed falcon..." Xu Xiaogang replied with a trembling voice, sweat dripping down his face. "Two-headed falcon is approaching us, and it's two..."

"team leader!"

Before Chu Tieshan could respond, the team members in the back row of the car roared in panic.

"The Black Tide, the Black Tide is catching up!!"

"..."

Upon hearing these words, everyone's heart sank almost at the same time!

The train could no longer move forward, with the Black Tide following closely behind and the Double-Headed Falcon attacking from the front...

Desperate situation.

There is no doubt that this is a truly desperate situation.

The fog and the black tide, these two damn things were like twin evil spirits born in darkness, attacking the train in turns and constantly reducing their manpower.

Now they are simply unable to deal with attacks from both sides at the same time!

"Xiao Lin," Chu Tieshan called Lin Qiutang over and asked, "You just said that my little sister left you something that can temporarily block the black tide, right?"

"right......"

"Then I'll leave this to you."

Chu Tieshan grabbed the explosion-proof shield with his left hand, picked up the meteor hammer with his right hand, walked to the edge in three or two steps, and then jumped down -

"Boom!"

The ground outside the railway track was shaking violently due to the impact of his huge body weighing hundreds of pounds. Cracks quickly spread out like spider webs. The gravel was lifted high up by the powerful impact force and scattered in the air, making a crackling sound.

"Minister Chu!" Lin Qiutang asked in astonishment, leaning on the edge of the car roof. "What are you doing?"

As he walked forward, he said:

"I'm a former railway worker, so I have my own way of dealing with these things. Wu Dalong and I will go ahead and clear the way, and you must stop the black tide!"

When his name was called, Wu Dalong jumped out of the car without saying a word and followed Chu Tieshan.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around, looked at Meng Yue who was leaning on the edge with eyes full of worry, and grinned at her.

Then he turned around, quickened his pace, and walked into the thick fog with Chu Tieshan.

Chapter 92 Shen Qinyin’s nightmare, extreme panic!

The fog in front of Shen Qinyin's eyes was constantly "dissipating".

Perhaps it was because the thing was chasing her more and more closely, getting closer and closer to her, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to use her telekinesis.

Their mental strength seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force, and an idealistic existence invisible to the naked eye was slowly encroaching on their moving space.

With Shen Qinyin's current insight, she needs Tang Miao's blessing to detect the existence of the black tide within a range of about fifty meters.

The spreading perception network did not receive any feedback. It felt like stepping into an abyss. All around was darkness. A fog thicker than fog isolated everything, and this fog was invisible and could not be seen at all.

Like now, there is no "vision", no information, and everything ahead is an unknown environment. Maybe I will collide with that thing in the next second.

Where is that thing? Is it coming? Is it coming at all?

In other words, Shen Qiyin possesses mental resistance beyond that of ordinary people. If it were someone else, they would have gone crazy from the torture of such problems and the fear of waiting for death.

There was a kind of sticky moisture floating in the air, like countless spider silks wrapped around exposed skin.

Dry leaves fell on both sides of the street, and the drifting leaves made an ear-tickling rustling sound when they were stepped on by boots.

The flashlight beam turned into a turbid milky white as if it hit frosted glass. The shadow at the corner at the end of the street squirmed in the milky white halo, like an Enderman with twisted limbs.

Shen Qinyin walked slowly to the end of the road, step by step.

The figure at the corner disappeared without a trace at this moment. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a human-shaped billboard.

Shen Qinyin frowned, reached out and pushed lightly, and the human-shaped stand fell down, raising a cloud of fine dust.

The street scenery is becoming more and more familiar. It seems that after turning one more corner and walking through another street, I will reach the familiar Shuiyuan Bay villa area.

The road under my feet became a little sticky. There was clearly nothing there, but every time I stepped on my boots and then lifted them up, I always felt like they were stuck by something.

There are no more shops nearby, and there are fewer and fewer buildings to be seen.

"We have to go back to the villa."

"It's almost there, it's almost there."

"As soon as you turn this corner, you'll see the main gate leading to the villa complex..."

Shen Qiyin walked with heavy steps and turned the last corner with a vigilant look on her face.

In front of me is a slightly wider road.

There are no shops or houses on either side of this road, not even green belts to reduce noise and beautify the environment.

The ground is quite clean, even spotless.

Looking around, the road seemed to have no end in sight. There were only a few street lamps sparsely standing on both sides. The lights were very dim and could only barely illuminate a small area. Some of the street lamps were even rusted and damaged.

There was a faint stench of decay in the air, as if someone had buried a body beneath the road.

Where is this?

Was there such a road here before?

Shen Qinyin felt that her brain had become a little slow, and even thinking began to become a little difficult.

She continued walking forward, and the unchanging scenery on both sides of the street slowly receded, and the monotonous street lights stretched out all the way, as if there was no end.

Suddenly, Shen Qinyin felt a strange stagnation in her right knee, as if a rusty bearing was stuck with sand.

She looked down and saw that blood was oozing from the edges of her boots and calves, and the dark brown bloodstains formed strange patterns on the uppers.

I'm bleeding?

But I clearly didn't feel any pain...

"Snapped!"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of glass breaking from behind.

Shen Qinyin turned her head and saw a street lamp in the distance that looked like it had been smashed by a stone, with a large number of fragments falling off. The light bulb that was emitting light went out and the whole place was plunged into darkness.

As the light went out, the thick darkness like fog behind came towards them, carrying with it the stench of some rotting creature.

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp sound, and the second street light went out.

Then, the third lamp, the fourth lamp...

The darkness visible to the naked eye began to surge towards Shen Qinyin's location like a tide.

Something is approaching me!

Shen Qinyin subconsciously reached into her pocket, wanting to touch the exorcism props prepared in advance.

But her pockets were empty!

She frowned and held her temple tiredly.

She felt like there were many questions in her mind that were crowded together and looking for answers. Her thoughts were as messy as a ball of paste, and her memory became very vague. Every time she was about to speak out, she would be stopped by an invisible barrier, as if there was a thin membrane blocking her head.

“Wu la wu la——”

A shrill siren suddenly sounded from behind. Shen Qinyin turned her head and saw an ambulance with flashing warning lights driving out of the darkness, whizzing past her, and then disappearing at the end of the road.

"She's dying, do something!"

"The pH of the wound exudate is 7.3... Suspected mixed anaerobic infection!"

Shen Qiyin heard a conversation similar to that of a doctor. The voice was very close, as if it was right next to her.

But there was no one next to her.

"The nerve is completely severed and muscle ischemic contracture is occurring!"

"Perform compartmentalization and decompression immediately!"

“Hiss—Gu—”

The sound of a scalpel cutting through the skin rang out after the doctor's conversation ended. Shen Qinyin felt waves of coolness from the metal blade on her skin.

"Tell the anesthesiologist to increase the dose of muscle relaxant!"

"Thorn-"

The cold needle pierced her body, and some liquid seemed to be flowing through her blood throughout her body, making her lose her strength little by little.

A large number of fragmented memory fragments surged in her mind, but she could not tell who these memories belonged to.

There seem to be two people's memories here, part of which is hers and the other part is "Shen Qinyin's".

"No, that's not right..."

Shen Qinyin clenched her teeth and opened her eyes, enduring the nerve pain in her brain.

She looked at her legs. Her small feet were perfectly outlined by the boots. When the boot shaft was stuck at the knee, the hardness of the leather formed a sharp contrast with the softness of the inner thigh.

Her long, curvy thighs supported her body. As she stepped forward, the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs gently touched each other, and her black patent leather and porcelain-white skin flashed alternately as her skirt fluttered.

I... am walking?!

Shen Qiyin stood there in a daze.

She turned her head and saw that the darkness was still surging. The road that was swallowed by the darkness was walked out step by step by her feet.

I am a disabled person, how can I walk?

When did all this start? Did it start when I knocked over the cutout, or did it start when I turned the corner?

After realizing that she was a disabled person, Shen Qiyin suddenly went limp and collapsed to sit down.

She frowned, and the chaotic memories and images in her mind finally calmed down from the chaos and disorder.

This is not cognitive pollution, nor is it an illusion...

But a dream.

A dream made up of many past memories.