The weather in Seoul was much colder than that in Yanjing. Standing at the door of the station, Ye Lanqiu was shivering from the cold, wrapped in a thin windbreaker, and walked straight into He Xie's arms.
"What are you looking at?" she asked He Xie curiously.
"The end." He Xie frowned and said in a deep voice.
On the way here, he saw many police cars, fire trucks and ambulances roaring in and roaring away. But by this time, these sounds had all disappeared.
Ye Lanqiu couldn't hear it, but He Xie had sharp ears and eyes. He could clearly hear the screams and wailings one after another in the city, desperate and sad.
Ye Lanqiu was startled, not knowing why, and cast a questioning look at He Xie.
He Xie rubbed her hair: "Let's go."
The two entered the station, and He Xie directly bought two tickets for the latest train to Busan.
When entering the station, He Xie was keenly aware that the commotion in the entire city had spread outside the station.
He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to stay in Seoul and turn the tide. After all, the acquisition of energy is a process that changes the trajectory of the world. If the capital of South Korea can be preserved to the greatest extent, the harvest may be greater.
But he soon gave up this idea. In comparison, it was more reliable and more direct to change the fate of the protagonist.
The two people's seats were in Car No. 5. As soon as they entered the car, He Xie saw a familiar face.
This man was burly, with a sinister face, and he looked like he was not easy to mess with at first glance, but at the moment he was walking forward with a smile on his face, supporting a gentle young woman who was pregnant, for fear that the young woman would bump into him.
They met He Xie and He Xie in the middle of the carriage. The strong man nodded and smiled at He Xie and He Xie in an honest manner, and mumbled something.
He Xie didn't understand Korean, but he could guess that what he said was probably "give way" or something like that. He pulled Ye Lanqiu aside.
But the strong man pointed to the seat behind He Xie, smiled and mumbled a bunch of words.
"What did he say?" Ye Lanqiu asked curiously.
"Maybe their seats are right here." He Xie pulled Ye Lanqiu to the other side.
Sure enough, the strong man said another word and carefully helped the young woman sit down.
He Xie understood this sentence, it meant thank you.
"Our seats are over there!" Ye Lanqiu pointed to the second row of seats at the back.
The strong man looked surprised: "Tear down Nice? Pick up Nice?"
"Denis." Ye Lanqiu smiled politely at him.
The strong man gave a thumbs up: "Put it on Nisgood, let's get rid of the horse racing outside the lake."
His accent smells like kimchi, and he stutters when speaking just a few words.
The young woman didn't know whether she felt that her husband's English was poor and embarrassing, or she was jealous of him talking to Ye Lanqiu, so she quietly reached out and pinched the strong man's waist.
The strong man straightened up suddenly, coughed lightly, looked solemn, and placed his hands neatly on his thighs.
Ye Lanqiu looked amused and turned around to wink at He Xie proudly.
Childish ghost...
He Xie pretended to be disgusted and rolled his eyes, turned around and left.
He Xie and Ye Lanqiu got on the bus relatively late. They looked at their watches and saw that the train would leave in five minutes. After Ye Lanqiu sat down, he said: "You stay here and don't move. I'll go to the back."
Check out the carriage."
He remembered that the zombie wave swept in from the rear carriage, but he couldn't remember which carriage it was.
Thinking of the word "doomsday" that He Xie said at the station door before, and thinking of He Xie's status as a "god", at this time Ye Lanqiu, no matter how smart he was, realized something was wrong, took He Xie's hand and asked nervously:
"Did something happen?"
He Xie did not hide anything, nodded and said: "Zombies, do you know?"
"What is that?" Ye Lanqiu was horrified, "The kind in the movie?"
"That's right." He Xie continued to nod.
"You, you're not kidding?" Ye Lanqiu looked at He Xie with some suspicion.
"This is the purpose of my coming to South Korea," He Xie said. "The zombie virus has broken out in this country. I'm here to try to see if I can stop it from spreading around the world."
Ye Lanqiu was completely stunned and didn't react for a long time.
He Xie smiled, pinched her face, turned around and left.
"Wait!" Ye Lanqiu stood up suddenly, "I'll go with you!"
He Xie looked back at her.
Ye Lanqiu took a deep breath, grabbed He Xie's hand and said, "You will protect me, right?"
"Of course." He Xie smiled.
Ye Lanqiu smiled and said: "Then I'm not afraid of anything!"
He Xie pinched her face and pulled her to the car behind.
"Are there really zombies?" Ye Lanqiu followed He Xie closely, but couldn't help but asked nervously, "In this car?"
"It's true." He Xie said, "In fact, if we didn't get on this train, you would have seen it."
"Oh my God, there are nearly 10 million people in Seoul..." Ye Lanqiu shuddered and grabbed He Xie's hand and tightened his grip, "Could it be..."
"There are always people who can survive." He Xie sighed. In fact, he couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart right now.
If the zombie virus in South Korea is really caused by the dark exhaust gas of the Supreme Lord of the Rings, it would mean that it indirectly killed tens of millions of people.
But the paradox of the matter is that even if He Xie hadn't appeared, wouldn't the plot of Train to Busan have happened?
Cause and effect are really difficult to explain clearly.
"Then our country will be fine, right?" Ye Lanqiu asked nervously again.
"How could such a thing be hidden?" He Xie shook his head, "I even suspect that Yanjing knows more than South Korea's Cheong Wa Dae."
Cheong Wa Dae can only deceive the people at the bottom. As for the surrounding big countries, it is impossible to hide it.
When we reached the eighth carriage, the train door had been closed, and the radio in the carriage was chattering non-stop. It was obvious that the train was about to depart.
This carriage was filled with young people wearing sportswear. When He Xie and Ye Lanqiu came in, they were talking and laughing very loudly.
He Xie's eyes lingered on the faces of one of the men and women for a moment.
A conductor came up and said something with a smile. He Xie said: "Are you worried about the death of Spike Inge?"
The conductor was stunned and immediately started communicating with He Xie in English.
"Sir, Madam, the train is about to leave. For your safety, please return to your seat... What car number are you two in?"
"I suspect there are some serious problems with this train," He Xie said bluntly, "Follow me, and I will let you see it."
The conductor was stunned for a moment, but He Xie had already pulled Ye Lanqiu, walked around her and walked forward.
"Sir! Madam!" the conductor shouted from behind, but He Xie didn't look back. Ye Lanqiu turned back and waved, gesturing for her to follow.
The conductor was full of doubts. After thinking about it for a while, he still followed him in shock.