A Third-Rate Detective, Trying to Survive

In order to chase the escaped serial murderer, Lanny jumped into the underground sewer alone. When he wakes up, he finds himself on a strange train. The train is heading to an unknown location. After talking, the passengers discovered that they were far apart a second ago. Fear instantly gripped everyone's heartstrings. Lanny saw this and said: "My name is Lenny Helmold, a detective. Just call me Lanny." A young man looked at him strangely after hearing this. His words and deeds reveal the information that "he is familiar with Lanny", but Lanny has no idea about it. Reality gave Lanni no chance to explore. The dull and comfortable world in the past revealed to him its crazy and weird nature. Ghouls, ghosts, evil spirits... Supernatural phenomena frequently appear in every corner of the train, shattering Lanni's cognition. When Lanny was in trouble again, the boy stretched out his hand to Lanny and smiled: "You don't have to be wary of me, Lanny. The person least likely to hurt you in this world is me." "Okay-" Knowing he was bored, he shrugged: "Before that, you should read the novel on the right. Later you will find that the protagonist is absurdly similar to you." * Weird and deformed monsters, decayed and aging dogma, crazy and murmuring gods... The background of the world is eternal chaos and madness. False history has buried blood, and a broken future has buried hope. Human beings today know their destiny but cannot change it. [We already know that the future is hopeless and the past is a foregone conclusion, but even so, we are still willing to give everything we have for mankind as a whole to win some improvement in the destiny of mankind. The only lesson humanity can learn from destruction is to try to prevent it. ——Investigation Declaration] So countless investigators wandered through the chaotic and crazy past and present like moths to a flame, trying to find the last glimmer of hope for mankind. But sadly, they almost all reached the end of madness. Izel thought his ending was no different from theirs, until he picked up a blue-eyed detective on the train. The mystery novelist whispered to himself: "He is not my detective. My detective has gray eyes. But -" "That doesn't stop me from helping him get home." Intention: In the book of destiny, we are on the same line