When I woke up this morning and opened the tap, it was blood.
“Welcome to the Nietzsche game. You have one minute to decide whether to start the game. I’m sorry.
What game?
I was lost in my head and just as I saw people bleeding in the mirror, with their eyes turning into empty blood holes.
Rotten pieces of meat, coming down.
And I was scared, and I retreated, and I touched my face, and I looked down, and I looked down.
The hands were white and clean, and there was no blood or rot.
It’s not like it’s been a long night.
Look at the mirror again, everything is normal, it’s a perfect face, it’s in a suit, and it’s a scrumptious thing to wear glasses.
I’m relieved, I rubbed my face and sweat with a towel and turned back.
Suddenly the heel stepped on an ice-cooled object. It squeaks like a bone.
I couldn’t get out of it. I looked down in an inch.
A body that started to rot.
A seven-story bloodletted body was dug out.
A… my body.
“Dip. “You have 30 seconds to decide whether or not to start the nitro game.” I’m sorry.
Who am I? Why am I here?
I suddenly had a blank in my head.
Because I found out I completely forgot my identity and even my name!
“Dip, you have ten seconds left. I’m sorry.
Why would I die?
“Nine, eight, seven…”
What’s this game?
Six, five, four…
Nigga?
Three, two…
Can I get back to life?
“One…”
“Go ahead. * I breathed and yelled at the last second * I’m sure! I’m sorry.
“The Gamer’s Identification: The Spirit.” I’m sorry.
I thought I heard that mechanized sound laugh.
“The break-in game begins. I’m sorry.
[Copy One Unlimited Train]
1.
This is an unknown train.
I pushed out the hotel door by the tone and came here.
The train’s warm and melted, and it’s just a shawl.
I sat close to the window and looked at the day’s white snow view and the occasional wiring base station, waiting for the next indication of the mechanized sound.
But I waited three days, and it didn’t have any clues.
The scene here is real, very real.
The loud crowds, the crews, the crews, and the station.
On the fourth day, the radio said, “Hello, passengers. The train has arrived at the first stop in the cold. Please take your luggage and valuables and get off from the door to the right in the direction of the train, and be careful of the gap between the train and the station. I’m sorry.
I had a cold war.
It’s not because, as always, nobody gets in the car, only people get out. I heard it on the first day.
I was flying to get the napkins and a pen for the crew, and I wrote the word “one stop in the cold.”
I was not sure about some of those sites, and it took me three more days to complete the line.
This is a circular route.
About three days, one walk.
There are 13 stations along the way, one from the cold and five from the cold, one from Noah and three from Noah, one from Jiangping, one from Moby, one from the diamond flower, one from Us and one from Sysco.
Day 12, 3rd cycle.
The cold wind stops again.
For 12 days, I walked through the car and found nothing.
It’s so normal, it’s so normal, it’s just a normal train, with a single producer and production date.
I noticed that the date of birth was backwards. The food is supplied.
Then where did they come from?
If I can figure it out, can I get out of here and get out?
2.
When I tried to reach the end of a car again, someone stopped me.
And a man.
A little younger than me, wearing a pair of eyes, and if he thought, “You’re not playing games, are you? I’m sorry.
“I have seen you come and go four or five times in the past few days. Apart from the crew of the train, no passengers have come and gone. I’m sorry.
I went over and poured a glass of vodka on the table, and asked, “When did you come up?” I’m sorry.
“25 days ago, what about you?”
Twenty-five days ago… before me.
I don’t like to say, “Obviously, so do I. Do you remember your name? When I woke up, I was sent here by that damn electronic sound. I’m sorry.
The man seemed to have a little bit of care, and he said, “It’s almost all right. But when the sound was loaded, it told me my name. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
Von Lang. I’m sorry.
“The blue of the sky?”
He shrugged his shoulder: “Who knows?” But I prefer the orchid. And you? What is your name?”
“Significant map. I’m sorry.
We both exchanged some intelligence and information.
And yet another station stopped, and he said, “Did you come out and look at it?” I’m sorry.
“I only looked at the door and didn’t get off. I said, “Have you seen it? What do you see? I’m sorry.
Von Langton, he said, “I went outside while I was parked. The platform is stand-alone and has no road to reach or to leave. It’s full of snow. But there are slaughterhouses and kitchens. I’m sorry.
“Don’t eat meat from the crew.” I’m sorry.
I’m responding. I’m having a stomach attack.
By chance, the crew had brought two boxes of rice with kindness: “Gentlemen, your lunch today. I’m sorry.
It’s a standard match. It says, “Bowder potato gravy.”
I’ll open it up. The fragrance box is full of eccentric meat.
For a moment, I chose to eat without face.
Von Lan was a little surprised, and said, “Well, don’t you think it’s disgusting? I’m sorry.
And We thrust his box upon him: “Beware of the cold, and keep your strength.” You better eat some too. “and even more so…”
I look up at the snow of geese and fur cut off from the window, and looking at the snow without a trace means that humans cannot walk and that means death.
I laughed: “Do you think this is a reality? I’m sorry.
He shakes his head, which means he speaks for himself.
“It’s not real. What’s so disgusting about it? * I swallowed the meat * * * “Just find the clues, we have to get out of here. I’m sorry.
3.
I had a series of discussions with Feng Lan, all of which shared a common view:
End the game, die or flee.
But where can we escape? There is no end to this train, and there is no way out.
Day 13.
The conductor suddenly appeared, and he was a middle-aged man full of shit, with a loud voice: “Dear passengers, I’m sorry, our fuel and oil can’t last much longer. So starting tomorrow, the heat in the car is only open at night. I’m sorry.
My back was cold and I looked at my thin shirts and suit pants, and in this weather, no heat during the day would freeze to death.
So I buttoned the glass table, and I asked, “Is there a warm cotton in the car or a cotton blanket?” I’m sorry.
“Of course there is. I’m sorry.
“Please give me two beds. I said:
Ms. Crewman: This gentleman, please hold. When the conductor is finished…”
I said, “I want it now! I’m sorry.
I hit the table with a glass of wine, and vodka spilled over the table. Perhaps I’m looking too hard, Miss Stewardess shrunk and carried two beds.
I said, “I want two cotton blankets. I’m sorry.
Crewman: “Sir, this…”
I said, “My knees are bad, my legs are cold, okay? I’m sorry.
“All right, all right. I’ll get it for you. I’m sorry.
Von Lan looked at it funny, and when I came for my supplies, I threw him a copy of it, and when the captain left, he kept his voice down and said, “Don’t watch it.” Tomorrow, by the day after tomorrow, have to fight. I’m sorry.
He stunned.
And We said: When I first came, I counted and counted. Each car contains only five beds of cotton and five blankets. I’m sorry.
All the passengers in the train were in thin clothes. But it’s strange that it’s just me and Von Lang, the rest more like NPC in the game.
But even NPC will be cold, hungry, and will meet others for survival.
I’m slow to say, “It’s starting to shrink.” I’m sorry.
4.
The next morning, I was frozen.
They woke up.
I’m in car five, 16 people. Half of them are elderly children and women, and only one is noteworthy.
That’s a very big man, fat, up to the ceiling.
He’s got a little braid. He looks like a Japanese snob.
Maybe it’s me and Von Lang who obviously know each other, two men, and he’s got a hard time looking at another girl.
The little braids almost snatched away the cotton blankets in the hands of the little girl, saying, “Damn bitch! Why don’t you bring it? I’m sorry.
The little girl was hit a few times on the glass table, her head was bleeding, her voice was down, her knees were held in silence and she was convulsed on the chair.
Maybe it’s because it’s scared, maybe it’s because it’s cold.
Because the heat on the train stopped.
Cerser wind squeezed through the window gap.
Von Lan woke up like a long time ago, and he was covered in cotton, with his right hand on his face, watching the farce of the car, and I woke up, laughing, “Good morning.”
I turned over and went back to sleep, but I couldn’t sleep, but I had to lift the cotton and shouted to the little girl over there, “Hey, girl! I’m sorry.
The little girl immediately stopped sobbing, and she was like, “I, I’m silent, I’m sorry…”
“…not bad for you. We called her to come and threw her the cotton, and We wrapped it in thin blankets, saying, “Stand first. We squeeze, we can handle the past. I’m sorry.
Von Lan picks out the frown, like a surprise. But they moved in and left room for the little girl.
I asked, “Did you come to play games, sister? I’m sorry.
“The game? What game?” She said, “Thank you.
We said, “What is your name? I’m sorry.
She said, “No. 137. My name is one hundred thirty-seven. I’m sorry.
I looked at Von Lan and saw the confusion and the heavyness of each other’s eyes.
“Just in case. I’m sorry.
“What in case?” He looked out of the car, leaning against the window, like he was tanning, even though the clouds were cloudy outside the train, and the snow was still snowing.
I whispered, “Found a coalition.” Two people, no insurance. There are many adult males. I’m sorry.
“It’s not that much. Whole train, 347 men. Of these, only fifty-one are men. There are four of us in the car. You, me and the braid, plus the company employee with the briefcase. At night, the corridors between different cars are closed, so we’re actually safe. I’m sorry.
I smiled at him, and I smiled, “Is it really safe? I’m sorry.
He’s freezing.
Another morning. The car smells bloody.
When I woke up, I saw the second corpse seen since this month.
It’s that little braid.
He had a hole in his neck with a kitchen knife and a broken trachea and vocal cord. There were stab wounds in the right eye.
There was blood on the ground. The crew was dragging him off the bus without an expression, throwing him out of the platform and cleaning him up.
And right now, he’s got the cover on an old woman. Her fingertips are still red with blood.
Seeing her, the old lady threw a white eye at me.
5.
“And then in the middle of the night, you were worth the night. See anything? “Now, do you think we’re safe? I’m sorry.
Von Lamer, who had a quiet drink, said, “We are all aligned and can observe and defend to a great extent. It’s still safe. I’m sorry.
I’m “ha” sound. Keep on feeling.
When I woke up at noon, I looked with surprise at the last meal of my table, and said, “Where is my morning milk? Have you been drinking?”
“No breakfast.” You’re right, it’s starting to shrink. I just sent a lunch. If you’re right, there’s no dinner. I’m sorry.
I lazily leaned against the window: “Guess? Why guess?”
He said, “How many service buttons have been pressed to call the crew and ask, “Is there no breakfast?” I’m sorry.
Von Lan:
Perhaps it was my hard-line attitude that made the crew nervous, and she was careful: “Yeah. I’m sorry.
“What about dinner?”
“and no more. “Sir, there’s a lack of supplies in the car. If you feel uncomfortable with your car, you can go to the station for a little rest. I’m sorry.
When the crew left, I ate fast, and said to Von Lan, “We have to find a way to get out of here before it’s too late to be killed or starved.” The cold consumes too much heat and can’t be filled with a single meal a day. You stopped at the station for a few minutes at most? I’m sorry.
Von Lanro wonders about me: “Five minutes. If you don’t get in the car in five minutes, the train will leave. I’m sorry.
6.
There is very little that can be done in five minutes, or even a complete path.
Next stop, when I’m ready to break off the car.
This is Noah’s third stop.
The station has a huge arc, like the old Noah’s Ark.
The left side of Noah’s ark is the lounge, the dining room and the hall, at the end of the hall, and the exit door is not open.
Occasionally, there will be places for the sale of souvenirs.
On the right side of the ark are fuel depots, waste recycling centres and a small net cafe.
Five minutes will soon come, and I have no time to go to any of the rooms but to return to the car at Von Lan’s urging.
The one hundred and thirty-seven girl who saw me so cold and so fast covered me with cotton, she said, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.
“None. Von Lan answered for me and asked me, “The next stop is Jiangping Station. There’s a similar distribution on every platform. Where should we go first? Just enough to go to one place. I’m sorry.
I said, “Go to the internet. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? Von Lan seems to be confused and picks out the frown. I’m sorry.
“First, there’s no Internet cafes at normal stations. Restrooms, retail shops and restaurants are reasonable. In the case of fuel depots and waste recycling centres, it is understandable that there is a presence between train stations with unlimited circulation. The only thing that’s illogical is the Internet cafe. I’m sorry.
Von Lanth looked at me for a moment and said, “It makes sense. We’ll go together?”
I turned my head and turned to track one hundred and thirty-seven: “You’ll stay in the car and watch for us.” If we can’t make it, you can’t shut her down. I’m sorry.
She was scared and noded. I’m sorry.
Von Lan:
He looked at me without saying anything, and he looked at the one hundred thirty-seven, and he said to me, “Are you sure she’s got the hooligan? I’m sorry.
I shrugged: “I’m not sure. I’m sorry.
Von Lan:
“I’ll do my best. Don’t worry. I’m sorry.
Three hours later, when Jiangping stood, the sun set west, he walked out of the car and walked into the station, and the red sunset was hanging in the middle of an endless snow mountain.
Spectacular, glamorous, strange, unknown, but also amazing.
We can’t wait to stay, we’ve made a deal, we’ll fly to the net cafe not far.
The cybercafe is an inch of a guy who walks in and asks, “How long are the two guests going on?” I’m sorry.
Because of running, my heart beats faster, while looking around, trying to keep it smooth: “How much for one night?” I’m sorry.
He had a big smile on his skinny face: “Oh, my God! Three hundred dollars! Are you two going to spend the night here?”
I have a cold sweat out of my forehead.
It’s not because you’re broke, it’s because you came in and found out that this cybercafe…
The old desktops are on. It’s the classic blue sky sky sky view.
The screen flashed, and the walls of the cybercafe were so confused.
And in front of these slots, empty.
There’s no one there.
The tube was still smiling like a face, hanging around me, and the blue light on the screen hit him in the face, which was even weirder.
“Can I get it on credit? “We didn’t bring the money out. I’m sorry.
“No money, no money, no money.” You don’t have any money, you want to eat a Qin? Get out of here! There’s no free food here. You want to eat white, you can eat in that restaurant! I’m sorry.
While they were talking, I quickly looked at every computer screen. I am disappointed that these screens are all the same, all the tables of the green green grass.
“Let’s go. Von Lan looked at the watch and pressed me, “One and a half minutes left, I have to go. I’m sorry.
I didn’t turn my head again, I looked at the last eye, I couldn’t wait to see the tube, I couldn’t stand it, I slid him and slapped him on the keyboard at the table, and I said, “Let’s go, quiet down!” Spirit? I’m sorry.
Suddenly, there was a moment of silence.
And then all the computers in the Internet cafe started blinking at the same time, one by one. After being in complete darkness, the first computer was lit up, and there was a line of words.
Watch out for station names!
The second computer was lit up, the same black and white, and it was amazing.
Watch out for station names!
The computer in the cybercafe has gone crazy, and the sound of ticking is like a trigger.
It’s all the same with each other:
Watch out for station names!
When I was breathing, I tried to knock on the keyboard a few more times to try a miracle, and I heard Von Lang say, “Oh, it’s bad,” and he grabbed my wrist and ran out and ran the sidewalk. I’m sorry.
“The door is about to close.”
19 seconds left. I’m counting numbers, stepping on the cedar, running to the train door.
Finally, one second before we closed the door, we were on the train.
And then against one hundred thirty-seven sixth.
“What are you doing on the crew? I’m sorry.
“I want her not to close the door.” I’m sorry.
I went to my seat and said, “Oh, it’s no use looking for her. She’s a crewman, no matter if the door is closed.” I’m sorry.
“You asked me to find her…”
“I’m kidding you. I’m funny, “Why are you so honest?” What’s the letter? I’m sorry.
Von Lan coughed a few times to signal my image, and I sat back in my seat, spread my body, felt the heat of the car when the night came, and groaned: “Let’s analyze it.” I’m sorry.
7.
The night cars are quiet.
There are only six people left in this car. With the exception of the three of us, the old woman who killed the ponytail, only the company clerk with the briefcase and a child.
The other three looked at the three of us carefully.
Apparently, we’re letting them be.
I whispered to von Landau, “I personally think it’s more like the game is an express to us.” After all, it’s weird to leave us here without instructions, without hints, without saying what to do. I’m sorry.
Von Lan said to himself, “Beware of the platform name…”
He read the name of the station, and if he thought about it, he said, “The next stop, the next stop, stop at 12am.” Want to go down there?”
“Go down, of course. “Did you hear of the Mobius ring?” I’m sorry.
I pick up the hard-paper menu, cut down the inch long strip, rotate the tape 180 degrees, and stick the two heads up into a paper band.
I showed them, “This is the Mobius ring, discovered by German mathematician Mobius. It has only one face and follows it, and it is endless space. You will never end. I’m sorry.
“Just like this unstoppable train.” I’m sorry.
“And it split Mobius into Mobius Station and Us Station, which is like implying something for us. There is also a “Bold Flower” station in the middle. “I wrinkled, and watched the window frost that melted because of the indoor heating, “What’s a diamond flower? I’m sorry.
The one hundred and thirty-seven apparently missed our rhythm and scratched his head: “Is the diamond flower food?” I’m sorry.
Von Lan: . . . . . . . . . . . . . .that’s the diamond horn. I’m sorry.
“The diamond flowers can also be eaten. I interrupted him and said, “Can we eat this for a while?” Look ahead. I’m sorry.
In front, light a warm yellow light.
The lights belong to the station.
It wasn’t until midnight.
Moby stands.
Von Lan and I looked at each other and saw the weight of each other’s eyes.
In the end, I said, “Let’s go.” I’m sorry.
8.
Even if the train enters the station two hours early, we have only five minutes to park.
This time I split up with Von Lang. He’s cleaning the lounge. I’m cleaning the restaurant.
The dining room is clean and the desktop, the glass table and the decoration mirror are shining. Occasionally, a few guests are eating at the head.
Then a man in a chef’s hat came to me and asked, “Do you sleep or eat?” I’m sorry.
Sleepover?
Again. The internet cafes were mentioned earlier.
It seems that overnight at the station is a sensitive statement.
So I said, “Eat and eat. I’m sorry.
He’s very welcome to open my chair, saying, “Wait a minute, I’ll get you something to eat. I’m sorry.
When he left, I saw no one paying attention, and I got up and kept up with him. Meanwhile, look at the watch.
The timer is two minutes behind. I have two and a half minutes left.
The kitchen side was a bathroom, and I went in and opened the tap, covered it with water, and opened the vents connecting the kitchen.
It’s a bloody smell. I held my breath, but it smelled like a nose.
I tried to look over there and face the last head hanging on a triangle hook.
That head is two meters away from me.
I’m familiar with the owner of the skull, even I met him the other day.
He had little braids, his eyes opened, and he was bleeding in his neck.
To the right, to the dim light, the ropes are tied, and the object attached is driven by a mechanical rotor and strokes in reverse.
Leg, forearms, hands, feet.
Like any slaughterhouse.
It’s just that this is the man who was slaughtered, like me.
I slit my lips, I felt the heart beating, I just wanted to breathe, and then I suddenly saw another eye.
It’s closer, closer, closer, with wrinkles under its eyes…
It was the chef’s eye!
“What are you looking at?” I’m sorry.
When I was cold and calmed down for three seconds, my backhand pierced the right eye of a man across the street with a meal knife, and took the door out of the door in the cries and falls of a man on the other side.
I heard the sound of a back chase, and I looked back, and the cook was bleeding in his right eye, with a sharp knife in his left hand, and he was chasing me.
His bloody face is as gruesome as the evil ghost who climbs up to hell.
I walked through the restaurant and without hesitation pulled the tablecloths, pulled the things that passed through the table, blocked him from moving and hit him with a backhand vessel.
Finally, I ran out of the restaurant door at the speed of my life and walked down the snow with my foot down.
Back to your seat, it’s been a long time since I said, “Fuck! I’m sorry.
The same Von Lan who came back to see me look bad and shot me on the shoulder and said, “What do you see? You look bad.” I’m sorry.
I looked out the window, and the cook with the knife was less than 10 meters from the white line.
It’s like he’s got some kind of constraint. He can’t go up there and shake around.
When I closed the curtains of the car, I said two words and I saw them, and she opened her eyes, and she covered her mouth: “Are you saying that the big man who robbed me was mutilated and was about to be cooked by the cook?” So what are we eating? Oh, my God! I’m sorry.
Von Lan had a surprise: “It was a guess. After all, there’s fewer people in the car, there’s getting out, there’s dead. However, the number of people in the station has not increased significantly. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t find anything new in the lobby.” If it is true, it is a difference between the doors and windows of the hall and the previous cold and Noah stations. There’s aluminum alloy over there. Here’s glass. Cracker. But I tried to knock with a meal knife, and I didn’t. I’m sorry.
He saw me thinking and whispered, “Are you thinking of something? I’m sorry.
9
It’s an extra pleasure to have heat at night.
I was warm and irritated by cold and irritating hands, and said, “Didn’t we talk about the Mobius ring before we reached Moby?” I wanted to say that the break of the Mobius ring meant the end of the infinite cycle. Then…
“Is the diamond station between Moby and Us Station the key? I’m sorry.
“But the diamond flower is a plant and it doesn’t sound good.” There’s no other plant in our car, except for the carrots, the spices, the cabbage, the bean sprouts. Or the frost?
She looked at the frosting out there and said, “It’s not like that.”
The last stop, the “Sherco Station”, is probably the translation of “circle”. Infinite circle. Von Lan analyzed all the station names, and said, “So, like you think, the most important point is the diamond station, our next stop. I’m sorry.
I looked at the stopover time: “There are two hours left.” I’m sorry.
He nodded his head: “Sleep first, I watch the night.” I’m sorry.
Two hours later, I woke up and I woke up in cold sweat, and I got out of the car without thinking.
We thought we could find at least one clue in those five minutes, but we were disappointed that nothing was found.
The rigging station is a replica of the Moby station, with layouts, glass decorations everywhere, and split luminous reflections, as is the case.
Backwards, the Us station is no different.
We’re stuck in a trap, a circle, and we can’t find a way out of it, even if we’ll know what’s wrong.
All stations are isolated points. It’s hot out there, it’s high.
No way out, no way in. Only this train, which is surrounded by them, can move and transport cargo with them.
Thirty-seven days.
The smirk-smirked crew member was embarrassed, explaining to us, “I’m really sorry for the distinguished passengers.” The supply on the train was immediately exhausted. We will provide meals every three days, with your understanding. I’m sorry.
Her voice just fell and everyone changed.
And We whispered to von Lang, “There will be another part of them who will be forced to get off.” I don’t know the consequences of spending the night at the station, but I don’t think it’s a good one. There is a great risk that he will not escape. I’m sorry.
I ordered a handy lunch box, and I said, “We, we’ve only got one last chance. I’m sorry.
10,
No food today.
The train will pass the “Choose Wind One Station” to the “Choose Wind Five” five stations.
“Do you want to keep looking for clues? I’m sorry.
Every time you travel in cold, you consume a lot of heat. Plus the lack of heating during the day and the need for heat on its own, this supply of food is simply insufficient.
Besides, there’s the old woman who likes pussy in the same car and looks at us with no good intentions.
“I’ll go. I said, “You stay in the car and keep your strength.” I’m sorry.
“You’re alone? I’m sorry.
“Are there any more people? I’m sorry.
At that time, the one hundred and thirty-seven suddenly said, “I, I, too…”
I’m:
I said, “Can you run back and forth in five minutes, you little arm and leg?” Rest in the car. I’m sorry.
In the end, I got out of the car and ran into the lobby. The exit of the hall is sealed, with a thick door, outside which the snow is not visible and the north wind is blowing.
I’m trying to find the flowers, the diamond piles, and I look at every place I carve.
Still nothing.
Five times, I’m already very hungry, but I’m still strong enough to bring back something like a kitchen knife, an iron box, a glass bottle, that’s protected.
I’m acting weak. So Von Lan offered Noah one stop to Noah three, and he went looking for clues.
I noded and put aside half the lunch box, resting under the covers and adding strength.
In the five minutes before Von Lan got out of the car, I looked like this lazy, half-eyed, like I was asleep.
One hundred thirty-seven woke me up by the side, nervously watching the night, and suddenly she screamed, “Lituco.”
When a sharp friction rings, We shall open our eyes and throw the stomping glass.
In the sound of a broken glass, I hold down the culprit, and I pick up the eyebrows with a funny taste: “Ma’am, you really plugged in your neck and not in another order? I’m sorry.
It’s the old lady I’m holding on to. She’s holding a sharp knife and still struggling. Don’t give up trying to kill me.
I took the knife that she used as a cunt and stabbed it in her hand and nailed it to the floor.
She screamed loudly, and I couldn’t bear to threaten, “Call again and cut off your hands.” I’m sorry.
Outside the train, the twilight light on the platform was lit into the dark carriage, with blood flowing through the plate.
The old lady had a sound, but only a small twitch.
I’ll have to hold her down in a few minutes. I feel a bit bored, and I say, “Let me ask you something, do you know it? If you know, don’t kill you, or else…”
I took a knife out of her neck, and I filmed her, and I said, “What is the diamond flower?” I’m sorry.
“Bold flower”? “Does she eat the flowers in the field?” I’m sorry.
“Bullshit, of course we know. I’m sorry.
“I remember, the diamond glasses! The diamond flower can also point to the mirror! Do we have a diamond station here? I’m sure there’s a lot of mirrors in there. That’s why I named it! I’m sorry.
She was careful to say, “Right? “And when you went down, you should have seen it. Let me go.”
The diamond flower is a mirror?
I didn’t think I’d get anything out of this old lady’s mouth. It was a surprise.
I’m in charge. When Von Lang comes back, let go of the old lady.
She’s like she’s got her life back, and she’s afraid to roll around and crawl back to her seat and try to wrap it up.
Von Lan was surprised to look around and filmed the one hundred and thirty-seven who was shaking and asked me: “She attacked you?” I’m sorry.
“I’ve ruined my hands. I nodded my head and asked him one word, “Do you remember the glass and crystals that we saw at the diamond station?” I’m sorry.
He said, “Remember. I tried. It’s hard to break. I’m sorry.
“Is there a glass of a door…” In the humming mask of the train, I whispered to him, “It’s like a mirror. I’m sorry.
11,
Von Lan’s in memory, and he’s not sure, thinking about it or asking me, “Why suddenly?” I’m sorry.
“The lady just said that there was a mirror. “If there’s a mirror in all the glass, that’s what we’re looking for. Cut the Mobius ring, escape the door. I’m sorry.
Von Lan made a move, and immediately followed by: “Yes. More than one glass. I’m sorry.
He sat down and said, “The restaurant, the kitchen, the table, the dressing room, there was glass everywhere. And in the hall. But can you confirm which side? We only have five minutes. I’m sorry.
I returned to him: “No, we had one night. I’m sorry.
He looked at me and said, “You want to get off and spend the night on the platform?” I’m sorry.
“Do you think we have something to live for?” Or you can survive. Next cycle? We’re out of food, we’re eating the bodies of our people, we’ll last another week. But what about down there? And after that? Always on this train? Bet or not?”
Von Lan looked at me for a long time, and he finally spits out a word: “A bet.” I’m sorry.
12,
On this occasion, when the train was parked at the diamond station, all three of us ran off without turning back.
They split up in three directions and headed for the lobby, the dining room and the wash pool.
The largest number of visitors to the lobby and the smallest risk factor were temporarily reserved for number one hundred and thirty-seven.
And I went to the restaurant, and I hit the glass, one by one, and I hit it with a plate.
The glass is hard, stainless steel plates are broken, and the glass is not broken.
I hit only ten pieces of each, I couldn’t pull it down, and I was identifying the reflection rate, and I finally saw a glass that would print my face, or a mirror.
I hit it hard.
The mirror should be broken.
Behind you is the darkness of nothing. I don’t know where it leads.
Look at the wristwatch. It’s five minutes past. We can’t go back to the train.
When the ship is not retreating, its appearance is tempting, and the black hole is called:
Jump in! Jump in! Jump in and the game is over!
I stood faceless in front of a black hole and threw the plate in my hand without reply.
The staff of the restaurant was scared to death by the fact that I had gone out to find security, and I took the opportunity to walk into the kitchen, feel sick, pick up a long arm, put half of it in a black hole and pull it back.
It doesn’t matter. It’s broken. It’s broken.
I laughed, and then I smashed. I broke three more mirrors, each with the same dark and “scrambling machine”.
Finally, there was no smooth mirror in the restaurant, and I didn’t stay and quickly escaped from the incoming security and came to the lobby.
The hall was even more chaotic, with the remaining passengers making a mess and staring at the two men who were smashing glass.
When I came up and threw it with them, I saw the one hundred and thirty-seven and the short hair of the waist, and asked, “What about your hair?” I’m sorry.
“She heard someone screaming for security, trying to jump in the hole, and I stopped her. Hanging in a hair. I’m sorry.
At the same time, the mirror is fractured, and the three of us are looking at the last black hole in front of us, hesitating and facing each other.
Security next to it has begun to gather and can no longer be delayed.
I said “I’m sorry” to one hundred and thirty-seven, and in her hush, she pulled two of her hairs, threw half of it into a black hole, then pulled it out and broke it.
Our three hearts are at the bottom of the valley.
One hundred and thirty-seven bit his lips: “This is not the last one. I’m sorry.
The security forces of Von Lan, who were gun-throwing around their eyes, surrendered in a very good manner, explaining aloud, “We are not malicious, please do not shoot.” I’m sorry.
The head of security shouted, “Hands up, knives and offensive items down, come on! I’m sorry.
My lips don’t speak, no movement. I can hear the sound of a heart beating, and I can’t bear to question.
This road should be right.
These two-and-a-half black holes are the best proof of that.
The mirror is broken, the cycle is over, there is a new path — but the right path has not yet emerged.
Then, then, then…
Where’s the right road?
Where’s the right mirror?
And suddenly I saw the counter that was on the side of it, with a glass of classical copper, and I pulled Von Lan with my consciousness, and pressed down, saying, “Look at the mirror there. When we’re through, go and hit it? I’m sorry.
Von Lan looked at him and thought, “It’s not realistic. I’m sorry.
I’m equally silent.
At this time, the one hundred and thirty-seven whispers: “The copper mirror over there? I got out of the car and bought one. In my pocket. I’ll break it now? I’m sorry.
The two of us looked at her, and I rushed, “Come on! I’m sorry.
The one hundred and thirty-seven scared me, but also kept it calm and pulled out the little copper mirror.
At that time, the security forces saw us whispering and shooting at the sky with impatience, shouting, “Did three people over there hear us?” Put everything on the ground! Hands up!”
“Screeching” , the copper lens cracks out, and the black hole again appears.
It’s small, it’s poor.
This time, we don’t have to tell you.
Once again, we’ve lost our hearts — it’s broken in two.
13,
How did this happen?
My heart sank again.
It shouldn’t– It shouldn’t!
Von Lan was suffocating, slowly heading towards security, and told me, “Take it easy. I’m sorry.
A few security guards over there, if only to see us walk slowly and fire in the air. And then I heard the sound of a clear sound on the ceiling.
I look up to go.
The luminous ceiling of the diamond station, like a thin crystal mirror. Several of the iron warheads were embedded in the cracks, which then became large, and the holes of the black plume appeared. It’s like the sky broke a mouth hole.
This hole is unknown.
The black one, the dead one.
The three of us looked at each other and had the feeling that the cracks above our heads were not the end of the world.
Even so, how can we reach it?
But I laughed.
I said, “I forgot, we still have a mirror that hasn’t broken.” I’m sorry.
I said, I’m going to hit the floor with all my hard work on the back of my brass mirror.
Hard ground, with no knowledge of the material, it may be marble, it may be crystal, grinding over the years, like a shining mirror.
One, two, three.
Von Lang and the one hundred and thirty-seven reacted and quickly helped me, they picked up all the hard objects they could use and hit the ground.
But it’s like a water truck.
I bit my teeth on the roots, looked impatient to wait there, and threatened to fire a warning shot into the air, and I said to them, “Look for shelter!” I’m sorry.
The copper mirror and a knife were then thrown to the head of security.
He almost got caught in the eye by my knife, and then he reacted with anger and turned his gun down, warning him one last time: “Stop or shoot!” I’m sorry.
I put an international friendly finger on him — the middle finger. Another tray was thrown by the opposite hand and a provocative whistle was sounded.
The head of security was totally pissed off by me, and the gun was slammed at me with no money, and the splattered pieces fell on my face.
I quickly rolled away and heard the most beautiful mirror cracks.
It sounds like heaven.
The surface of the entire hall, the mirrors of the water surface, began to crack from the middle and then became more and more cracks.
The white light struggled out of the cracks, and the whole hall, no, the whole diamond platform, was vibrated.
I had no choice but to yell at von Lang and No. 137 in the sound of the boom, “Boy!”! I’m sorry.
In the cracks of the world, we jump into white light.
Even if you can’t open your eyes, the assumed pain has not come.
I know, I got it.
– Unlimited train. Over.
This is a long, infinite story, jumps into the column to follow up, clicks.
Record number: YXA16ReNkyh53QzkljsJ1Jn
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
