Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Unlike the dazzling magnificence outside, the interior of the carriage was unexpectedly shabby.

Zhou Baiyu looked towards the inside of the train compartment, which was for the workers to sleep in.

The musty smell of damp wooden beds left a two-meter-wide aisle in the middle, and right at the center of the carriage, there was an equally worn table and four stools.

Cards were spread at all four sides of the table.

But no one could be seen playing, despite boarding the train at seven o'clock and seven minutes past, it seemed as though it was already deep into the night.

The entire compartment exuded a sense of oddity. The sleeping area was pitch black, and the appearances of the sleeping workers could not be seen.

Huang Miu, who had terrifying intuition, had already felt that the atmosphere here was somewhat eerie.

At this time, the voice of Service Personnel No. 2 appeared in the minds of Zhou Baiyu and Huang Miu:

"Although I serve you two passengers, I am sorry to say, according to the rules, you can only enter the lowest level compartment at the beginning."

"Even though this place looks shabby and mismatched with our train, it is indeed a part of the train. If you don't follow the rules—well, you'll die."

"Remember what I said earlier, each carriage comes with its own set of rules, and among these rules, one is false. Next, I shall tell the two guests the rules."

"Rule one: you need to survive successfully until the ticket inspector arrives and asks you where you want to go. After telling him your destination, you can successfully enter the next compartment."

"Rule two: even if the ticket inspector does not ask where you want to go before they arrive, the train will still set off. The ticket inspector may arrive a minute later or a year later— who knows if they will be late?"

"Rule three: those living here are all service personnel of the train. Currently, each bed has one person sleeping on it and can only fit one person."

"Rule four: during sleeping hours, you may sleep with your eyes open, sleep on your side, but you may not sleep while talking. Outside of sleeping hours, everyone must play their own role; they are workers, but you are passengers."

"Rule five: those who sleep here have good bladders, all possessing an iron kidney, so no one will leave their bed for a bathroom break during sleeping hours. If you see something getting out of bed, do not make eye contact with it."

"Rule six: in the process of me explaining the rules, please hurry back to berth number five and berth number seven, where your upper bunks are located."

"Rule seven: when someone plays a straight flush in the card game, you will have thirty seconds to briefly communicate, temporarily breaking the rule against talking while sleeping."

"Rule eight: you may look out the train window to see the scenery outside. Moreover, you can use the privilege of being a passenger to open the window and issue one invitation to the 'entities' outside."

"Rule nine: pay attention to other card combinations in the card game; when they are played, other conditions may be unlocked, but you'll have to figure them out yourselves."

"Rule ten: the food will make chirping sounds."

"Lastly, I wish you a pleasant journey. See you in the next compartment—or perhaps—"

"Never again."

The countdown began, the ten rules, with a few hundred words of information quickly flashed by. Huang Miu couldn't remember them all and was just about to ask Jiang Xianwu when Zhou Baiyu suddenly gestured for silence.

Although Huang Miu was not as smart as Zhou Baiyu, his intuition, in a sense, was even more terrifying than Zhou Baiyu's sixth sense.

He instantly stopped talking, covering his mouth.

While Service Personnel No. 2 was explaining rule six, Zhou Baiyu headed to berth number five, and Huang Miu did as told, heading to berth number seven.

During the process, Huang Miu glanced at the person in the lower bunk.

Pitch black, nothing could be seen. Even a faint scent of ash lingered in the air.

That was a smell only encountered at a funeral.

Huang Miu shivered, almost falling to the ground, but he quickly clambered onto the bed.

"During sleeping time, you can sleep on your side, sleep with your eyes open... but you must not talk in your sleep."

"This rule sounds odd, but translated, it means you must stay quiet during sleep."

"Also, I must figure out when sleeping time is. Currently, it seems like there are people on the other bunks, even though it's pitch black..."

"So according to rule four, it's now sleeping time, I can sleep in any position, but I can't talk."

This was the deduction in Zhou Baiyu's mind.

Although it took longer for Huang Miu to catch on compared to Zhou Baiyu, seeing Zhou Baiyu's gesture for silence still in place, forefinger always vertical at his lips, Huang Miu slowly also became aware and signaled an OK with his hand.

"I hope Huang Miu can remember these rules... to survive..."

"Actually, up to this point, the rules seem simple. I now need to lie on my side, watching the card table. As long as a straight flush is dealt, I can exchange information with Huang Miu."

"Damn it, I'm really worried that Huang Miu might screw this up."

The scent of paper ash was strong, this was death... or rather, this was the smell of a Chinese funeral, incense, joss paper, burning. These scents blended together, filling the carriage with a creepy atmosphere.

"Calm down, Zhou Baiyu, you've seen plenty of strange scenes before. Now think carefully, which one out of the ten rules is false..."

This was the most crucial point, as one of the ten rules in this worker's compartment was a lie.

Zhou Baiyu thought hard:

"Huang Miu should have realized by now. During this process, as long as we can stay silent, it'll be fine."