Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 572 - 571: Meeting the Person You Want to See

Chapter 572: Chapter 571: Meeting the Person You Want to See

The process of cultivating the Sword Embryo was exceedingly lengthy, requiring at least forty-nine days. Wen Wen couldn’t always hide in the Sanctuary, so he took the jar and mooched food and drink from the Baoya City Association.

Far from disliking Wen Wen, Gong Baoding entertained him with great enthusiasm, to the point that his hospitality seemed a bit excessive.

Finally, last night, Gong Baoding revealed his true purpose. He had a tricky case in his hands and wanted Wen Wen to take it over and resolve it.

Wen Wen had freeloaded on food and drink these past few days, reaping many benefits from others, so it didn’t feel right to refuse. Thus, he had no choice but to take on the case, and that’s how he ended up at this subway station.

In the last half-month, many people had reported that there was something strange about the last train of Subway Line 2, but what this strangeness was, everyone who came out from the subway kept their lips sealed.

Some left satisfied, as if they had resolved some inner conflict, others were scared mad and were sent straight to the psychiatric hospital upon exiting, still others changed dramatically after emerging, as if they had become a different person...

Gong Baoding tried to discontinue the last train, but the phenomenon would appear on the second-to-last one. If passengers were not allowed to board the trains, the outcome was the same.

Unless the entire Line 2 was shut down, Gong Baoding had no way to stop the strange occurrences from happening. And even if Line 2 were shut down, there was no guarantee that the anomalies wouldn’t appear on Line 1 or even in places completely unrelated to the subway.

He had personally led a team on an investigation and had sent others to scout, but when he himself came, he encountered nothing and returned unharmed from this train ride.

Yet another Demon Hunter collapsed into a coma after disembarking and seemed to have suffered severe mental trauma.

So Gong Baoding had no choice but to entrust the case to Wen Wen. With his Disaster Upper Order strength, Wen Wen should possess enough ability to unravel the mystery.

Wen Wen found Gong Baoding’s story interesting, so he didn’t refuse. He also wanted to see just what was haunting the train.

The urban legend has it that the last subway train is for The Deceased to use, and that if a living person enters the last subway train, they will be taken into the world of The Deceased, which is one of the more famous urban myths.

But in reality, the last train in most cities is for system checks and safety inspections. To have so many horror stories, one might say people are just too well-fed on hybrid rice.

The subway that Wen Wen was about to board was the last one to transport passengers, not the final operational train of the night.

As for what exactly would happen on this train, Wen Wen had no idea, but the unknown was precisely what intrigued him the most.

The subway would arrive in another two or three minutes. Wen Wen approached the two nurses and asked in a sinister tone, "Do you know the legend about this last subway train?"

The two nurses were startled by Wen Wen and edged closer to each other, then gave Wen Wen a disdainful look, unwilling to converse with him.

Wen Wen touched his nose and asked the same question to the seven other people nearby, one by one.

The rest regarded Wen Wen as a lunatic, but the man in the raincoat was willing to answer Wen Wen’s question.

He leaned towards Wen Wen and whispered, "I’ve heard that on this train, you can see loved ones you’ve longed to see but can never meet again, so that’s why I came."

"Loved ones you can never meet again... those are The Deceased, right..."

But The Deceased belong to the Gray Mist Layer, and unless they become ghosts due to lingering resentment, they shouldn’t be able to appear in the real world. How could it be possible to see whoever you wish for?

Is it an Illusion Technique or something else?

Standing next to the Raincoat Man, Wen Wen held his breath. A pungent, fishy smell emanated from the man, and he asked in a low voice, "You can see the person you want to see... who did you hear this from?"

The Raincoat Man smiled and said, "I heard it by chance. I can’t quite remember who told me. I just really want to see her again."

"Your bag seems rather heavy, what’s in it?" Wen Wen asked, pointing at his bag.

"Why do you ask that?"

The raincoat man moved his bag to the other side and then said to Wen Wen, "This is her favorite thing, I want to prepare it for when I see her..."

As they spoke, the subway had already arrived at the station, and Wen Wen and the seven of them stepped into the subway in turn.

With only seven people in a carriage, it seemed somewhat empty. Wen Wen sat at the very end, and everyone else kept their distance from him, apparently his earlier questioning had frightened them.

After entering the carriage, these seven people seemed to have become different individuals, no longer as secretive and guarded as they were outside.

Two high school boys roughly tied the girl to a handrail in the middle of the subway, and then they just stood at the door, looking toward the next carriage.

The two female nurses huddled together, their faces showing complex expressions; it seemed as if something was wriggling under the skin of the woman on the left.

The raincoat man took out a series of metal lunch boxes from his backpack, all filled with different kinds of food. He set up the bowls and chopsticks as if waiting for someone to join him for dinner.

The man who reeked of death turned his clothes inside out, instantly transforming them into a bright yellow Taoist robe, with a peach wood sword in his right hand and a pack of talismans in his left, as if he was preparing for battle.

Seeing the last man, Wen Wen momentarily felt out of place, as if he had walked onto the set of a traditional zombie movie in the Capital.

However, bizarre as he looked, this man was indeed a true superpower user, with strength that seemed to be of the Disaster Level.

The high school girl who was tied up was also a superpower user, but her consciousness was fuzzy now, as if she had been schemed against by those two boys.

The subway rode smoothly, but Wen Wen keenly noticed that, after traveling for five minutes, the scenery outside the window had been looping.

It seemed that the train would not stop before the so-called anomaly occurred.

Wen Wen’s carriage was located in the center, so whether the change began from the front to the back, or from the back to the front, he would at least not be caught unprepared.

Suddenly, the two high school boys cheered, seemingly spotting something exciting.

Wen Wen quickly walked up to the two high school boys and looked in the direction they were gazing, only to find that the carriage ahead was enveloped in a white fog, making it impossible to see anything.

It was not just sight that was obstructed, even his inspiration could not penetrate through.

He tried to open the door to the carriage but found it locked by a mysterious strength. Unless he broke through forcefully, there was no way to enter.

"Why are you cheering? Do you know what’s in that carriage?" Wen Wen sternly asked the two high school boys.

The two high school boys stepped back, warily watching Wen Wen.

"Mister, if you don’t understand anything, then why did you come here?" the slightly chubbier high school boy said mockingly. His name was Zheng Zhimin.

"It’ll soon be our turn, I hope, mister, that you don’t get scared and wet yourself..." the thinner high school boy also chimed in. His name was Han Xiaowei.

A twitch appeared at the corner of Wen Wen’s mouth. These dead kids, calling someone mister.

"Watch your language, I’ll teach you some manners on behalf of your parents."

He flicked both of their foreheads like lightning, causing them to roll in pain on the ground.

By the time the two stood up with tears in their eyes, their foreheads swelled as if they each had a flesh-colored gourd on their head...