The Last Subway Train

The Last Subway Train Xiao Chen worked overtime until midnight and managed to catch the last subway. The carriage was empty, with only him sitting in the middle. After the train started, the carriage broadcast announced: "Next stop, Heping Road. Passengers alighting, please prepare." Xiao Chen, wearing earphones and looking at his phone, didn't pay much attention. But after ten minutes, the train was still speeding through the tunnel, showing no signs of slowing down. He waited a few more minutes, then looked up at the LED lights on the route map above the carriage door. Strangely, all the station name lights were off, except for the red light for the words "Terminus," which was flashing frantically. Just then, the iron door at the carriage connection creaked open. A cleaning lady in uniform pushed a trash cart and walked over. Head down, she silently began to sweep the floor. Xiao Chen felt uneasy and couldn't help but ask, "Auntie, why isn't this train stopping? Where is it going?" The auntie didn't look up, her broom still moving, and replied in a mechanical tone: "This is an express train. No one gets on or off midway." Xiao Chen frowned. "Express? Express to where?" Only then did the auntie slowly raise her head. Her face had no features, only a large, gaping mouth. She whispered softly: "Didn't you notice? When you got into the carriage just now, your shoe soles weren't touching the ground." Xiao Chen instinctively looked down—his feet were floating in mid-air. And in the reflection on the corridor glass, the entire carriage was packed with expressionless people, all turning their heads in unison to look at him...