The brightly lit ticket hall and the pitch-black ticket counters formed a striking contrast.
Jiang Qiao couldn't see inside, but could only deduce from some clues on the windowsill that something terrible had happened.
Can I buy tickets here?
Jiang Qiao frowned.
"Not only did we not see a ticket seller, but there wasn't even a price list. What if they quote a price we can't afford, and then say we have to buy it because we asked the price? That would be ridiculous!"
He stood cautiously a meter away from the windowsill, carefully peering inside, but he couldn't see anything.
It was as if a huge black cloth was hanging inside the window, blocking not only the light from entering but also preventing anyone from peeking in.
"It's this kind of darkness again."
Jiang Qiao was no stranger to this situation.
He had seen it many times since entering the supernatural world. And each time, the darkness behind it represented a strange and terrifying place.
"But other dark places are either covered up or can only be opened under specific circumstances."
"But now this ticket window is bravely exposed."
It is indeed a bit strange.
As Jiang Qiao thought this, he glanced again at the other windows that were boarded up.
"Could something have broken through the wooden planks at this window and escaped?"
In this situation, if one could activate their double pupils for observation, they might be able to discover something different.
He was just worried about seeing some evil spirits, which might cause him to form a bond with them.
After all, some curses are very strange, and when you see one, it means you will be tainted by it.
"Try it with a camera."
Jiang Qiao thought for a moment and then took out that old-fashioned Polaroid camera.
When the bus encountered the City God, this camera, which had never been valued before, played a crucial role.
Unlike direct praying eyes from someone with double pupils, the photographs taken will not carry a curse.
Because all the curses have been filtered out by the camera.
Even if there are things that cannot be filtered out, the camera must bear the consequences.
However.
Just as Jiang Qiao raised his camera and took a few steps forward, a distorted, pale face suddenly appeared in the thick darkness inside the ticket window.
The face was not visible through the body; it floated in mid-air in the center of the window, looking like a human face mask hanging on a black curtain.
Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze for a second.
Holy crap!
Jiang Qiao was startled.
Holding the camera, I unconsciously pressed the shutter button several times.
A human face popped out of the window?
It should be noted that most of the evil spirits that appear in the darkness are extremely terrifying.
God knows where they smuggled themselves in from.
"Damn it, this can't be right. The conductor said I could buy VIP tickets at this stop. Did that bastard lie to me?"
Jiang Qiao's expression was somewhat uncertain.
But just then, the floating face suddenly revealed a strange smile, and a hoarse voice came from its mouth:
"Hello passengers, welcome to Gongjishan Railway Station."
"Regular seat, one yuan."
"Premium seat, 10 yuan."
"VIP seats, ticket price is one hundred yuan."
The content is very simple.
After saying that, it shut its mouth, its numb and empty eyes looking at Jiang Qiao, waiting for his decision.
"???"
"Is that deadpan face the ticket seller?"
The vengeful ghost before him made Jiang Qiao somewhat suspicious.
This guy doesn't look like someone who'd do this kind of work at all.
Although most vengeful ghosts are ugly, the service industry always needs a few decent-looking ones, right?
For example, you could have a few Aunt Chus who love to sing opera, or Sadako who is attractive to both men and women.
That's much better than having this dead face hanging here.
Selling tickets like this would surely scare passengers so much they'd wet themselves!
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No wonder there's not much business.
"But speaking of which, the ordinary ticket should be the one I bought on the train, right?"
Jiang Qiao pulled a crumpled ticket out of his pocket.
"The supplementary ticket cost three yuan, but it only cost one yuan at the station."
"Damn flight attendant!"
Jiang Qiao couldn't help but curse inwardly after comparing the prices.
"Three times the price, just as shady as scalpers."
"You'll run into the Black Bull Gang sooner or later!"
Most stations do not have ticket counters, at least not for human use.
In this situation, people can only get on the train first and buy a ticket later.
It's like fishing!
"Are there any differences between these three types of tickets?"
Jiang Qiao stood there for a while and noticed that the "ticket seller" was very well-behaved and did not behave unfriendly, so he cautiously asked:
"What benefits can I enjoy if I purchase a VIP seat?"
Hearing Jiang Qiao's question.
The eyes on that dead face moved, and it spoke again:
"VIP seats offer VIP service."
"Premium seats offer premium service."
"Standard seats only offer standard service."
? ? ?
Jiang Qiao stared at it, completely bewildered, and couldn't help but say:
"Where did you learn this nonsense literature from? If your words were even slightly useful, they wouldn't be completely useless."
However, the dead face just stared at him and said nothing more.
"Depend on!"
Jiang Qiao let out a sigh of relief.
We can't rely on the deadpan face to answer questions, but at least it confirms that its danger is still manageable.
At least, it did not actively attack people.
"However, the VIP seats cost 100 yuan, and I only have about 30 second-tier coins, which is clearly not enough."
"I don't know what the exchange rate is between third-tier coins and second-tier coins."
Jiang Qiao currently has a total of over twenty Tier 1 coins and over thirty Tier 2 coins.
There are eight third-order coins and three fourth-order coins.
All things considered, it should be enough to buy train tickets.
However, he didn't know the exchange rate between the currencies, which was a bit of a headache for him.
He didn't think the bloodstains on the car window were meant to scare people.
Despite the ticket seller's current friendly demeanor, Jiang Qiao keenly noticed that it was unwilling to answer any questions.
Therefore, he guessed that if the money offered was insufficient, the other party might suddenly become violent and kill him.
Of course, Jiang Qiao can also pay directly with a fourth-tier copper coin.
That should be enough.
However, this is clearly a case of buying a long-distance bus ticket at the price of an airplane ticket, a classic example of losing a lot of money.
"What do we do?"
"How about we suffer a loss?"
Just as Jiang Qiao was wondering if he should become a great victim again.
Suddenly, he saw three furtive figures loitering around the entrance to the hall.
"Hey, isn't that the beggar on the bus?"
"Why did they get off the bus too?"
"Are these bastards planning to take revenge on me?"
Jiang Qiao recognized the other party at a glance: the old beggar, the notary, and another idiot who had been sprayed until his face turned pale.
"hehe."
A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Now we have the money for the train ticket, right?"
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