"What do you mean?" Xia Mi stuck his head out and asked curiously,
Lu Mingfei's back was bleak, with a look of despair on his face. He found two clean newspapers and lay down on the bench. He put on a blindfold and stayed calm.
Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment and whispered in Xia Mi's ear: "Junior brother, I have never been on time when taking a train in my life. There will always be various emergencies. Have you ever played Monopoly?"
Xia Mi's forehead moved in mid-air and said seriously: "Are you trying to say that Senior Brother Lu is a bad god and we are possessed?"
Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that his junior sister could understand the key in an instant.
Xia Mi chuckled, covered his mouth and said with a smile: "Actually, I heard your conversation at the Chicago train station! Have you forgotten that I was hiding on the beam that day?"
Chu Zihang turned his head expressionlessly.
He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing to have such a childhood sweetheart, but he did find that he was increasingly unable to do anything to her.
"Senior brother, are you hungry? Do you want some snacks?"
Xia Mi rummaged through his backpack and handed it directly to Chu Zihang.
Chu Zihang looked down and saw that the junior sister's bag was full of snacks. Sure enough, she was not on a mission, but on an outing.
"Yes, I want to eat." A feeble voice came from behind, "Junior sister, please bring it to me."
"Forget it if you're too lazy!" Xia Mi turned around and glared at a guy who was already lying down, "Didn't you get a bunch of snacks before?"
"I've finished eating. People say it's good for my stomach, but it's really good for my stomach!" Lu Mingfei lamented, "Junior sister is partial, so she will give it to senior brother but not me!"
Xia Mi's cheeks were slightly red, and she threw the bag on Lu Mingfei's belly fiercely, "Okay, okay, Master Lu, what do you want to eat? I will bring it to you, little lady!"
"Are there any potato chips and happy water?" Lu Mingfei was still lying on his back wearing an eye mask, grabbing at the bag with both hands.
Xia Mi took back his backpack and rummaged through it, "I don't have any happy water. You can just make do with pure water. What flavor do you want for the potato chips?"
"tomato."
"No!"
"Why doesn't it smell like tomato?!" Lu Mingfei questioned.
"Because I don't like it!" Xia Mi said confidently.
"What about the risotto flavor?"
"Here, Mr. Lu, please enjoy it slowly!"
"Well, Xiaomizi, please step back."
Mr. Lu waved his hand lazily, opened the package and threw it directly into his mouth, clicking, clicking, clicking.
Chu Zihang stood next to the suitcase, his smile fleeting. Junior brother and junior sister were really similar to some extent.
Night has completely fallen, and the staff in the train station have changed shifts.
Chu Zihang stood at the door of the train station and looked out. The night was lonely. Even the street lights on the empty road were turned off and on. The undulating mountains in the distance looked like sleeping giants in the darkness. Only the station entrance in the surrounding area was still lit.
With the lights on, like the last night watchmen, the two guards guarding the door also looked sleepy.
He watched for a while, then turned back to the waiting hall and sat down.
The junior brother was lying on his left side, wearing an eye mask and sleeping soundly. I don't know how this guy managed to sleep on the plane all afternoon and still be able to sleep so sweetly now.
Xia Mi was lying on his right side, facing the back of the chair, his body slightly curled up, and only the back of his head was exposed to him.
Chu Zihang sat between the two of them, looking at the mirror embedded in the wall in front of him in a daze.
Three people slept with two, and there had to be someone responsible for keeping watch. Chu Zihang, who was used to acting alone, naturally took over the duty of keeping watch.
What's more, these two guys gave him no choice at all...
The waiting room was silent except for the ticking sound of the clock hands on the wall.
Chu Zihang suddenly opened his eyes and looked around alertly.
When did I... fall asleep?!
He scanned the surroundings vigilantly and found that the lights in the waiting hall had been extinguished at some point, and the only light source was the moonlight pouring in from the skylight above his head.
There was no one at the ticket window, and the two guards at the door were nowhere to be found. The staff on duty tonight seemed to be absent from work collectively.
The entire waiting hall was shrouded in the cold moonlight, and the shadows of the skylight panes stretched diagonally and were projected on the backrests of the benches.
It was late July or early August, and it was still summer. Chu Zihang checked the local climate after getting off the plane. The temperature tonight was between 20°C and 25°C. Even if he was wearing short sleeves, he shouldn't feel cold.
But at this moment, Chu Zihang felt a bone-chilling cold!
The air became thick and humid, and thick fog floated above the roof of the waiting platform.
The fog is getting thicker and thicker, as if it is seeping in from outside the waiting platform, and the water mist filling the waiting hall is showing signs of getting worse.
At this time, the water vapor concentration is surprisingly high, and everything that can be touched is covered with a layer of water film.
Chu Zihang wanted to wake up the two junior brothers immediately, but when he stretched out his hand to shake the junior brother awake, he missed it!
His expression changed, and he looked down suddenly, only to realize that Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi had disappeared, just like the personnel on duty in this train station who had disappeared mysteriously!
Chu Zihang quickly stood up, grabbed his tennis bag, unzipped it, held the handle of the knife, and drew the knife out of its sheath.
Iron-green light splashed out, and the cold breath traveled up his wrist. Chu Zihang held Murasame again!
The water vapor spread along the floor and climbed up along his ankles.
Chu Zihang twirled his fingers, and the surface of them was extremely moist. The water vapor in the air was thick to the point of saturation, and the ground became extremely slippery.
And this change made him feel as if he had returned to the Runde Building more than ten days ago!
The familiar breath came to my face again, it was a cold, unique and stormy breath...
That elevated road shrouded in heavy rain!
Chu Zihang suddenly covered his head in pain. Severe pain kept coming from the depths of his brain. Countless sharp blue and purple lines were twisting in his mind, like hieroglyphics on an ancient stone tablet!
The memory deeply rooted in the bloodline flashed before my eyes, like the deepest nightmare - the young man with golden pupils slit on his forehead was lying on the throne of black stone, with a long sword of white bones stuck in his chest; the girl was on the stone altar
Rolling up and down, screaming in pain, like a precursor to childbirth; the woman tied on the copper pillar slowly opened her eyes, white hair flying, and blood and tears streaming from her eyes; finally, black wings tore the sky...
He had seen these flickering scenes on the elevated road six years ago!
This is spiritual vision!
But why did I have psychic vision at this time?
Chu Zihang suddenly raised his head and looked at the mirror embedded in the wall with horror!
The mirror was originally only one meter high and half a meter wide, but now it seems to connect the two worlds!
The world in the mirror was surging with thunder and golden flames, and the ancient god riding an eight-legged horse stood in the wind and rain and stared at him coldly.
The scene reflected in the mirror is not this waiting room, but the highway in the wind and rain!
Odin!
He came again riding an eight-legged horse and holding Kungunir in his hand!
No...impossible...impossible!
The junior brother had obviously killed him that night!
How could He still be alive?!
Groups of black shadows appeared beside Odin, with countless pairs of golden pupils burning like torches. They stared coldly at Chu Zihang outside the mirror, like a group of gods of death staring at the dying, waiting to harvest fresh souls.
Those black figures were whispering to each other, using the oldest language, like singing and crying, as if they were far away, yet seemed to be close to their ears.
That is……
Pig barking?!
Chu Zihang opened his eyes in shock, waking up from his nightmare.
He was panting violently, breathing in fresh air as if he was suffocating. The sound of pointers ticking could be heard in his ears, and further away, the voices of two ladies at the ticket office were talking in low voices, discussing the performance of their children at school.
, the guard's yawns kept coming from the direction of the door...
The world returned to normal in an instant, and the smoke and fire returned to him.
Chu Zihang looked down at himself blankly.
He was still sitting on his seat, and the tennis bag containing Murasame was lying quietly at his feet, with the zipper not unzipped.
He looked up again, and the mirror embedded in the wall reflected his pale face.
Suddenly, a long, pig-like sound came again. Chu Zihang looked to his left and finally found the source of the sound.
The junior brother hummed in his sleep, turned over, and licked his lips again.
Chu Zihang had a wry smile on his face and slowly leaned back on the chair weakly. He was speechless looking at his junior brother's sweet sleeping face.
The temperature returned to normal, the air was warm, and he wouldn't feel cold even if he wore short sleeves, but his arms were covered in goosebumps.
Is this really... a dream?
This chapter has been completed!