September felt that the next stretch of their journey was much like the ghost train ride she had taken at an amusement park, where both inside and outside the carriage were filled with unnatural and terrifying sights, seemingly driving them away.
After about five or six stops, the flashing red lights and the twisted passengers finally returned to normal.
The high school student, Duan Mingyuan, sitting opposite them, heard the station announcement, tucked his medical record into his backpack, and stood up to get off.
Compared to the empty platforms before, this section of the platform was much more detailed.
September's heart was pounding uncontrollably; she felt she was getting closer and closer to the truth. Although she was a finalist, for a moment, she found it difficult to deduce what Mr. Mingyuan had been doing there that night, and why he had chosen to hide that segment of his memory.
