Chapter 151: Is There a Zombie?
Shen Yu stared blankly ahead for several seconds.
Then, as if someone had switched on a light inside his mind, fragments of memories suddenly surfaced.
A graduation trip.
Exchange students.
Drinking all night.
A gathering at the station.
Strange images flashed through his mind, one after another, slowly connecting into a complete story.
Malin shook her head.
Her gaze finally settled on Shen Yu.
She remembered.
She, Shen Yu, Menloa, and Bill were all exchange students from Han Country.
After their graduation party, the four of them had drunk far too much.
They had celebrated all night, laughed together, and eventually decided on a spontaneous trip.
They had boarded a high-speed train in the middle of the night.
And somehow...
That had brought them here.
Malin slapped her own face.
"I shouldn’t have drunk that much."
"I should’ve just dragged Shen Yu to a private bar."
"Then we could’ve drunk until we had a hangover."
"Why did I call Bill and Menloa along?"
"Was my brain bitten by a pig that night?"
She rubbed her forehead helplessly.
Then her gaze slowly shifted toward Shen Yu.
Malin hesitated.
She quietly walked over and crouched beside him.
Shen Yu was still unconscious, his head hanging slightly to one side.
Malin’s eyes flickered.
She leaned closer.
Closer.
She was just about to secretly kiss his cheek when—
"YOU!"
Menloa suddenly jumped up from the back row.
"You damn little bastard!"
"Do you want to die?!"
Malin nearly jumped out of her skin.
She immediately stood up and hurried away from Shen Yu.
Menloa stared at her suspiciously.
"What did I just see?"
"You weren’t trying to take advantage of Shen Yu, were you?"
"If you like him, just be straightforward!"
"You could’ve gotten him drunk and then—"
"You already missed your chance!"
Menloa stretched and yawned.
Malin’s face turned red with embarrassment.
"Get lost!"
"Damn Russian!"
"What do you care?"
"Are you jealous?"
"Get away!"
While the two argued, Bill slowly stood up from his seat.
He suddenly noticed a crutch beside him.
He grabbed it and supported himself as he looked around.
"Uh..."
"How much did we drink last night?"
"I’m never partying with you guys again."
"Where are we?"
He slowly turned toward the window.
Then he saw what was outside.
His face immediately turned pale.
The platform was covered in white bones.
Blood-red mist drifted across the station.
Broken limbs and pieces of corpses were scattered everywhere.
Bill stumbled backward.
"What..."
"What is that?"
"Why are there so many bones at the station?"
Malin and Menloa immediately rushed toward the window.
Their expressions changed as soon as they saw the scene.
"What the hell?"
"Where are we?"
The carriage erupted into chaos.
At that moment—
Shen Yu finally woke up.
He rubbed his throbbing head and slowly pushed himself upright.
He looked exhausted.
Then he glanced toward the others.
"What happened?"
Malin immediately rushed over.
"Shen Yu!"
"Look outside!"
Shen Yu turned toward the window.
His pupils instantly contracted.
Blood.
Black filth.
White bones.
Corpses.
The entire station looked like a ruined slaughterhouse.
"What..."
"Weren’t we drinking at a bar last night?"
"What happened?"
Bill pointed accusingly toward Menloa.
"This is all his fault!"
"He was the one who suggested taking the midnight train!"
"We were supposed to reach Axe Mountain tomorrow!"
"How did we end up here after sleeping for one night?"
Menloa’s face darkened.
"You damn—"
"You agreed to it too!"
"If I wasn’t worried about you having trouble sitting in the train the next morning, would I have suggested leaving at midnight?"
"Damn Russian!"
"Say that again!"
"What the hell did you just say?"
The two looked ready to start fighting.
Shen Yu rubbed his aching forehead.
"Enough."
"Stay calm."
"We need to find the conductor and the train crew."
"We don’t know what happened while we were asleep."
"But there are cameras throughout the train."
"Whoever controls them should know what happened."
Everyone fell silent.
Bill nodded.
"Right."
"Shen Yu is right."
The argument gradually stopped.
The four looked at one another.
Then they began walking toward the front of the carriage.
Meanwhile, inside the United Nations live broadcast room—
The comments exploded.
"What happened?"
"Why did these four suddenly become so close?"
"Did they lose their memories again?"
Another Viewer: It doesn’t look like ordinary memory loss.
"It looks more like they gained a new memory."
"Didn’t you hear what they were saying?"
"Graduation."
"Exchange students."
"Drinking together."
"Going on a trip."
Those memories clearly had never happened.
They had been fabricated.
I Don’t Eat Cilantro: I understand now.
"Past memory disappears."
"Present memory disappears."
"Future memory is fulfilled."
"After those three forms of memory are exhausted..."
"What else can happen to memory?"
"Of course."
"Fabrication."
"Creating an entirely nonexistent memory and implanting it into them."
Gummy Bear: It’s like dementia.
"First, they forget the past."
"Then they forget the present."
"Then they lose everything and become almost like empty vessels."
"And now they’re being given fabricated memories."
"Whatever others tell them becomes part of the new memory they’re trying to accept."
Another viewer asked:
"So what do we do now?"
"Have they all accepted that they’re exchange students?"
"Are they going to believe they’re on a graduation trip and accidentally encountered something strange?"
"For now..."
"It certainly looks that way."
"But what exactly is the crisis in this round?"
The comments continued flooding the screen.
Among them, several comments from Beautiful Country stood out.
Strict Farmer: Oh my god.
"Not only are their memories being replaced..."
"But even someone who already possesses a future can be influenced by these memories."
Kissan’s Mysterious Shop: I have a question.
"Since Bill has no future..."
"Does that mean he’s destined to fail?"
"Even after becoming that so-called Future Plunderer?"
Another viewer responded.
"That actually makes sense."
"Could this be a trap?"
"Let’s keep watching."
"How exactly are they supposed to clear this level?"
Clang.
Clang.
The carriage doors opened one after another.
Shen Yu and the other three quickly moved toward the front of the train.
Eventually, they stopped inside the familiar pink carriage.
The interior looked like an ordinary bedroom.
At the very front was another door.
Behind it—
The train’s control station.
Shen Yu looked through the glass.
There was no one inside.
Not the conductor.
Not a staff member.
No one.
He frowned.
"Strange."
"There’s nobody inside."
"Could this be an unmanned high-speed train?"
"Smart driving?"
Menloa looked toward the front.
Meanwhile, Bill and Malin quickly moved toward the rear.
"What if we change direction?"
"Maybe there are other passengers at the back."
The four seemed to have developed an unspoken understanding.
They split up naturally.
Shen Yu remained in the pink carriage.
He stared at the room around him.
A strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.
Why does this feel so familiar?
He couldn’t explain it.
His eyes moved around the room.
Then he noticed something beside the bed.
A helmet.
And a pair of gloves.
Shen Yu walked over.
Without knowing why, he picked them up.
He put the helmet on.
Then slipped on the gloves.
They fit perfectly.
Rustle.
Rustle.
He rubbed the two gloves together.
Then his eyes suddenly caught a faint engraving on one of them.
Words had been written into the glove.
Shen Yu stared.
What you see might all be fake.
His expression changed.
"Huh?"
"What does this mean?"
The handwriting seemed strangely familiar.
He stared at it for several seconds.
Where had he seen it before?
Just as Shen Yu was about to think harder—
"Hey!"
"Come here!"
A scream suddenly came from the rear of the train.
Menloa immediately ran toward the back.
Shen Yu followed.
When they reached the final carriage, they saw the rear door standing open.
Beyond it was the broken coupling.
And on the fractured connection platform—
A grotesque wound made of flesh-colored tissue was slowly writhing.
It looked disturbingly human.
The wound was healing.
But extremely slowly.
Far slower than it should have been.
Menloa stared.
"What..."
"What is that?"
Shen Yu’s eyes narrowed.
"The train is broken."
"The fracture looks like a human wound."
Bill had already begun retreating into the carriage.
His expression was unusually pale.
Then something seemed to occur to him.
His eyes widened.
He suddenly became agitated.
"Something is wrong with this train!"
"We need to leave!"
"Get out of here!"
Before anyone could respond—
The electronic announcement echoed through the carriage again.
[The train has arrived at Fiction Station.]
[Passengers are requested to exit the train in an orderly manner.]
[Passengers who wish to continue riding the train must purchase a transfer card before boarding.]
The announcement ended.
Bill immediately moved.
He grabbed his crutch and rushed toward the exit.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
The sound of the crutch striking the platform echoed through the station.
Bill stepped onto the platform.
His pale face remained tense as he moved past piles of corpses.
He was about to rush toward the entrance of the waiting hall when—
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
A thick blood-red mist suddenly surged from inside the hall.
It slammed into Bill’s face.
Visibility dropped to less than half a meter.
Bill stopped.
His expression became cautious.
From within the mist came faint sounds.
Low moans.
Strange growls.
Something was moving inside.
Bill stared into the blood-red fog.
"What..."
"What’s wrong?"
Malin and the others quickly caught up.
"Bill!"
"Let’s go!"
"We need to get out of the station first!"
But before they could move—
A desperate voice suddenly came from inside the mist.
"Help!"
Everyone froze.
A shadow appeared in the blood-red fog.
It was running toward them.
Fast.
Very fast.
The figure stumbled through the mist, screaming desperately.
Behind it—
Something else was moving.
The oppressive growling sound grew louder.
The shadow rushed closer.
And the moment Shen Yu saw its terrified face—
His expression changed.
Something was terribly wrong with this station.
The fourth stop had only just begun.