Recurrence of the Unwanted Chapter 88

After 11 o'clock, all the lights in the carriage were turned off. Through the door panel that was not soundproof, one could hear the noises of people coming and going and talking in the entire carriage.

Next door, two guys were drinking midnight wine, sitting next to the small table by the window outside the sleeper compartment. Ethan Cole lay sideways on the bed and listened, sipping small sips, drinking white wine. There was also a sound like peeling melon seeds but not so crisp, probably the loose peanuts sold on the train earlier.

Living in the lower bunk, the sound of the train hitting the rails was very clear. After lying down for a while, he turned over, turned on the front camera of his phone, raised his hand up to the highest point, and took a picture in the direction of Aiden King.

When I took it down and looked at it, it was pitch black. I saw a black mass on the bed and couldn't tell whether it was a person or something else.

Aiden King, who should have been fast asleep, suddenly said calmly, "Look, someone is performing performance art again."