The spirit began to dissipate outside the body, and there was something in the mud that was attracting them. The consciousness became blank, and when the mud submerged Cassia, his thoughts were completely cut off. He couldn't think about anything, as if his body and head were all at the same time.
After experiencing violent operation, it was completely like a machine that had lost power at this moment, stopping here and standing still.
I don't know how long it took before Cassia felt someone calling him and someone shaking his body with great force, almost like a pushing motion.
There was also a feeling of a smooth hand on the face, very cold. It was a small palm, gently touching Cassia's face.
"Mr. Cassia! Mr. Cassia!" This seemed to be Julien's voice. As he pushed harder and harder, the cold touch on his face also slid from the cheek to the top of the bridge of his nose, and then gently touched Cassia.
Asia's eyes.
It was only then that Cassia's confused consciousness finally became clearer, and the power on his eyelids was the first to return. He tried to mobilize his power, even though he had a severe headache, he still wanted to try to see the world covered by his eyelids. So when he opened his eyes, the dazzling sunlight shone in from the car window and completely entered Kasia's eyes. With a strong burning sensation, Kasia wanted to open his cross pupils immediately, but the instinct in his body made him stop it subconsciously.
He had such an idea. It was not because Julien and Taranto were beside him. At this time, he had no mental energy to consider these things. It was just a physical instinct originating from nowhere, which made him feel that doing so was absolutely necessary.
Something is wrong, something may happen that is beyond your control.
The pupils contracted tightly afterwards, and a brief dazzling white light appeared in the eyes. Then the respiratory system seemed to return to normal, just like a drowning person who was rescued at the last moment. His mouth opened and he began to greedily suck in the surroundings.
How fresh air.
At this time, Cassia finally fully regained consciousness. The sound of the train speeding along the rails could shake his eardrums normally. The shouts of Julien and Taranto could also be transmitted into Cassia's ears, and he accepted the sound.
Brain processing.
The touch of the small palms on the bridge of the nose was still there, but the owner of those small hands was no longer in Cassia's eyes. There was sweat on her forehead and body, and the short-sleeved clothes she wore in summer were also wet.
The uncomfortable feeling attached to the body was then transformed into electrical signals and fed back to Cassia, whose face was as pale as wax.
The nauseous feeling in his stomach was quickly suppressed by Cassia, and his breathing gradually returned to steady. The beating speed of his heart was also returning to normal. He buried his head, not letting the sun shine into his eyes, and Taranto on the side also hurriedly
Thick curtains were drawn.
Taking the tissue handed over by Yu Lian, Cassia wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her breathing was still a little short, but she was much better than her previous state.
Julien and Taranto did not speak now, but silently stared at Cassia, who was wiping sweat with his head buried in his head, waiting for his condition to recover.
"What happened?" Cassia finally raised her head, her face began to turn a little rosy, "You know what I'm talking about."
He glanced outside the window and judged from the intensity of the light that it was about ten o'clock in the morning. He actually fell asleep for so long. Cassia clenched his fists. Every inch of the muscles in his body were relaxed and could not be tightened.
There was no power at all. At this moment, the golden shadow appeared in his head again. It seemed to be something. He felt it was very important, but now he couldn't remember it at all.
"We don't know the specific situation. Maybe Mr. Cassia had a nightmare?" Julien said tentatively, "When we woke up in the morning, Mr. Cassia, your condition was still good. Your breathing was steady and your face looked normal.
Ruddy. But I don’t know why. After maybe more than an hour, I noticed that you were sweating a lot. I thought it was because the temperature was high, so I adjusted the wind force on the air circulation system, but it didn’t seem to have any effect. Later, I thought it was because the temperature was high.
I saw that your chest was rising and falling rapidly, but your breathing was becoming more and more steady, almost nonexistent, so we tried to wake you up."
"But Mr. Cassia, your sleep was so terrible, almost morbid. It seemed like you had some acute illness. You kept sweating coldly and couldn't wake up. So we called the flight attendant doctor on the train.
Then with the help of several other passengers, they rubbed your head and poured cold water on your face, and finally woke you up." Taranto added on the side, Julien talked too much and was a little out of breath.
look like.
"Mr. Cassia, seeing as your body is so strong, this kind of thing shouldn't happen." Julien asked with some concern. Although he was in a hurry, even his body could fully bear it.
Cassia around her is unlikely to have any health problems.
Shaking her head, Cassia continued to rub her temples, feeling that her strength was recovering a little bit, "Maybe I'm not used to it. I was nervous. I fell asleep and had a nightmare." Cassia didn't want to talk about this issue anymore, Cassia
After saying this, I felt that my physical strength was very weak.
Then the space around Cassia fell into silence, and the train also had a groggy atmosphere. Whispers occasionally sounded, but those were only words spoken by passengers at noon when they were buying food.
The food on the train was much better than the food on the small airship, and it tasted very good. Cassia's stomach was empty, and the aroma penetrated into his body, but it did not let him take more bites.
The feeling of vomiting that came from unknown sources persisted, and there was a taste of various seasonings in her mouth, but Cassia felt it was like chewing sand. So she put down the knife and fork after taking a few mouthfuls, and finished the juice that was delivered.
, because it doesn’t need to stay in the mouth for too long and slides down the throat.
"I'll go for a walk in the other carriages and help me tidy up when the dinner plates are put back." Cassia said to Julien who was eating deliciously. He stood up and the bones in his body crackled.
, it seems to be the state after experiencing some strenuous exercise.
"Go, go. Mr. Cassia, adjust yourself. You still have to direct our mission." Julien nodded and said hesitantly that the food here was to his liking. The train was filled with the aroma of food. Cassia looked at the front of the train, thought for a while, then turned and walked toward the back. The little girl yesterday was also eating her lunch food. Her little body sat upright, as if stuck.
Like well-trained people like West Asia, it has become an instinct in life. But there is an obvious difference between the two. The girl who is eating is more inclined to sit upright in terms of etiquette and upbringing.
The girl's body is still developing, her face retains a childish look, and she is also a little thin. She is not considered beautiful, but she has a cute appearance at this age. The windbreaker is semi-fitting, and she is wearing a white dress underneath, and her feet are
The canvas shoes are as pink as the socks. He is holding a silver knife and fork in his hand, lowering his head and eating the food on the plate little by little. A few strands of hair fall down and are very long.
The girl raised her head at this time and looked at Cassia who had just walked over. Her eyes were shining with light, and she wanted to call Cassia, but the words were not spoken after all.
Cassia had already walked away and came to the intersection with the next car, where there was a place for passengers to breathe. Several people were smoking there.