Falling into darkness again, all feelings disappeared completely. Cassia began to suffocate. Mud poured into his body through his mouth and nose. There was a raging feeling of vomiting in his stomach, but for this mud that seemed to have life force,
But there is still no resistance.
Then there was another thought gap like the lights being cut off, and Cassia completely forgot what happened next. The golden skull above his head was still suspended there, and his empty eyes were just looking at the crawling mud, not knowing what was going on.
What was he thinking? Maybe without brain assembly, he couldn't even imagine such a thing. It's also possible.
When he woke up again, there was a crisp sound of bells ringing in Cassia's ears, and a slight vibration came from the waist behind him. His eyes opened with difficulty, Cassia subconsciously covered her eyes with her hands, but it was not as dazzling as she imagined.
The sun shines through. It is still late at night, and it is pitch black outside the window. There is nothing that can be used as light. This place is still in a deserted wilderness. The sharp and protruding rocks indicate that this is the foothills of a mountain range. p>
"It's the sound of the small alarm clock." Cassia picked up the alarm clock that was still "ding ding ding" crazily. The sound was like thunder that exploded one after another in the extremely silent carriage, shaking his eardrums and making him feel faint pain.
.My whole body is still in the same state as when I woke up in the morning, soaked with sweat, and my heartbeat has not recovered yet.
Without strength, Cassia could only be forced to sit in her seat and gasp violently. He did not turn off the small alarm. No one around him, including Julien and Taranto who were sleeping next to him, responded to the loud sound.
The alarm sound reacts in the slightest.
They all slept to death. Cassia checked Julien's status and realized that sleeping to death might not be an appropriate description. Perhaps suspended animation would be more appropriate. Their breathing, heartbeat, and body activities were all changing in this late night.
The inside has reached its lowest point, as if all the blood in the body has been drained. Now lying here is just a dying person struggling on the line of death.
"Sure enough, there is something wrong here. There are external factors affecting the entire train." The memory is still very vivid. Cassia clearly remembers the complete appearance of the skull and the feeling of being completely swallowed by the black sludge. p>
After resting for about a minute or two, the sweat in the cold air of the carriage turned cold. Cassia simply took off her short-sleeved clothes and adjusted the air circulation system to slowly increase the temperature in the carriage.<
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Pulling out the .07 revolver, Cassia hung the bullet bag on her waist again, barely adapting to the feeling of not having much strength in her body. Looking around, all the passengers were in the same state, their faces were calm, and there was no
The same strong feeling as Cassia appeared.
There is no change in the carriage. The only difference is that there is one less person and a black box.
It was the girl, the girl sitting diagonally behind Cassia. The seat there had long been empty, and there was a pair of small footprints on it that had not yet been wiped clean. It seemed that the little girl stood on the seat and moved it with difficulty.
The black box was taken down from the luggage rack. Cassia could imagine the scene when the little girl took down the box. Her thin body was not proportional to the black box.
"Did that sentence come from a little girl?" Cassia vaguely remembered that a sentence came into his ears before he was swallowed by the mud, but the memory of that sentence was fading out of his mind at a visible speed.
Inside the brain.
Without thinking about these unforeseen things, Cassia first went to the first few carriages and took a look. Apart from the passengers with different faces in the same condition, there was nothing else that needed attention. In the conductor's cabin, the train driver also
I fell asleep lying on the console, but fortunately, the program has been set in the differential engine. There is no need to stop at the station, and there is no need to slow down and stop, so there is no need to worry about the safety of the entire train for the time being.
Her body still felt weak and weak, and Cassia walked very carefully in the aisle between the carriages. After returning to her own carriage, she wanted to go to the next carriage, but found that the door connecting the two carriages was completely closed.
It's locked. But luckily it's not the kind of door that can be opened with a password card. This is a handle-type door that's locked with a key.
I originally thought that I could see the situation in the car behind through the glass window above the door, but what Cassia saw in the window was actually her own pale face. On the other side of the door, just as Cassia fell asleep, the glass
They have been processed, and they have been covered with a layer of glossy paper, turning the originally transparent glass into a standard mirror.
"It's really,,," Cassia looked at herself in the mirror, and it took her a while to find the right adjective, "It's easy to use and effective."
Not daring to shoot at will, nor to expand the cross pupils at will, Cassia followed every important instruction given to him by his body. He took a rest in front of the door to gather strength. Cassia took a few deep breaths and shot
The little strength of the body was injected into the arm. Then with a sudden twist, the door lock was completely destroyed.
Push the door open and go in, which is the connection between the two carriages. It can be called the smoking area. The wind is still as strong, whistling, and the temperature is lower. It blows on Cassia's exposed upper body and makes him feel a bit cold.<
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There was the same door in front, and the glass windows had been treated the same way. Cassia opened it in the same way, but there was nothing stuck in the carriage here that he wanted to find. It was eerily quiet inside, and even people were breathing.
So quiet that you can’t even hear the sound of your heartbeat.
Go to the bottom of this carriage, and there is still a locked door.
"Is it that little girl who did these things?" Cassia was confused, and her image of the girl deepened. Using the same method to open the locked doors of the two carriages in front of her, Cassia held the gun carefully.
There were strange things everywhere, and it had been like this for two days, but he couldn't find any clues yet. Except for the golden skull whose memory became clearer and clearer, and the empty eye holes that seemed to have gods.
After twisting the doorknob in her hand, Cassia felt that she was sweating a lot all over her body. Under the cold light, her naked upper body seemed to have just flowed ashore from the river, covered with beads of sweat. She had never been so tired.
, there was no such situation during the years in the steam factory, as if this kind of fatigue would completely corrode one's bones.
After resting for a while, Cassia opened the door in front of her a crack and looked inside the carriage.
It was finally no longer quiet inside. There were several people standing, both men and women, and the little girl was also inside. But what happened there didn't seem to be a good thing, at least in Cassia's view, he could take out a pistol and a dagger.
Things that are resolved generally do not have a happy ending.