Steel Steam and Flame

He plunged into the darkness again, all feelings completely disappeared, Cassia began to suffocate, mud poured into his body through his mouth and nose crazily, and a turbulent feeling of vomiting appeared in his stomach, but for this silt that seemed to have life force, it was There is still no resistance. Pen | Fun | Pavilion. .

Then there was another mental fault like the light was cut off from the power supply, and then Cassia completely forgot. But the golden skull above his head was still floating there, his hollow eyes just looked at the creeping mud, not knowing what he was thinking. Perhaps he could not imagine such a thing without brain assembly.

When she woke up again, it was Cassia who rang a crisp bell in her ears, and there was a slight vibration from behind her waist. Opening his eyes with difficulty, Cassia subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands, but the dazzling sunlight did not shine through. It was still late at night, the window was pitch black, there was nothing to use for light, and it was still in an uninhabited wilderness. The raised sharp rocks indicated that it was the foot of a mountain range.

"It's the sound of a small alarm clock." Cassia picked up the alarm clock that was still ringing crazily. The sound was like a series of thunders in the extremely silent carriage, shaking his eardrums with faint pain. . The whole body is still in the same state that he woke up in the morning, soaked with sweat, and his heartbeat has not recovered yet.

Without strength, Cassia could only be forced to sit in the seat and pant. He didn't turn off the small alarm, and none of the people around, including Julian and Taranto who were sleeping on the side, reacted to the loud alarm.

They all fell asleep, and Cassia checked Julian's state, only then did he realize that it might be inappropriate to describe him as sleeping. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to use suspended animation. Their breathing, heartbeat, and body activities have all dropped to the lowest point in the middle of the night, as if the blood in their bodies has drained away. Now lying here is just a bunch of lingering dying dynasties struggling on the death line. People only.

"Sure enough, there is something wrong here, there are external factors affecting the entire train." The memory is still very vivid, and Cassia clearly remembers the complete appearance of the skull, and the touch of being completely swallowed by the black mud.

After resting for about a minute or two, the sweat became cold in the icy air in the carriage. Cassia simply took off his short-sleeved clothes and adjusted the air circulation system to slowly raise the temperature in the cabin.

Pulling out the point seven revolver, Cassia hung the bullet bag around his waist, barely adapting to the feeling of little strength on the body. Looking around, all passengers are in the same state, their faces are very calm, and there is no strong feeling like Cassia.

There is no change in the carriage. The only difference is that there is one less person and a black box.

It's the girl, the girl sitting diagonally behind Cassia. The seats there are already vacant, and there are a pair of small footprints that have not been cleaned. It seemed that the little girl was standing on the seat and struggling to remove the black box from the luggage rack. Cassia could imagine the scene when the little girl took down the box. The thin body was not proportional to the black box.

"Is that sentence said by the little girl?" Cassia vaguely remembered that before he was swallowed by the mud, a sentence passed into his ear, but the memory of that sentence was fading out of his ears at a visible speed. Inside the brain.

Without thinking about these things that have not yet had a clue, Cassia first went to the first few cars and took a look. Except for passengers with different faces in the same state, there was no other situation that needed attention. In the captain's room, the train driver also fell asleep on the console, but luckily he had already set the program in the differential engine. There is no need to stop at the station, nor to slow down and stop, so there is no need to worry about the safety of the entire train for the time being.

The body still felt weak, and Cassia walked carefully in the aisle between the carriages. Going back to my own car, and then thinking about going to the next car, I found that the doors at the junction of the two cars were all locked. But fortunately, it is not the kind of door that is opened by a password card. This is a handle-type door that is locked with a key.

I thought I could see the situation in the car behind through the glass window above the door, but what Cassia saw in the window was his pale face. On the other side of the door, just when Cassia fell asleep, the glass had been processed. They were pasted with a layer of bright paper, turning the originally transparent glass into a standard mirror.

"Really..." Cassia looked at herself in the mirror, and it took a while to find the appropriate adjective, "Easy to use, and effective."

Not daring to shoot at will, nor to open cross pupils at will, Cassia followed every important instruction passed to him in his body. Just took a break in front of the door. It was to accumulate strength, and Cassia took a few deep breaths, injecting little strength into his arms in one breath. Then with a sudden twist, the door lock was completely destroyed.

Open the door and go in. It is the junction of the two carriages, which can be called a smoking area. The wind is still the same strong, whistling, and the temperature is lower, blowing on Cassia's naked upper body, making him feel a trace of coldness.

In front is the same door, and the glass windows have been treated. Cassia opened him in the same way, but there was nothing in the carriage that he wanted to find. It was horribly quiet inside. It was quiet that people could not even hear the sound of people's breathing and heartbeat~www.ltnovel.com~ Go to the bottom of this carriage, where the door is still locked.

"Is that little girl doing these things?" Cassia was puzzled, and the image of the girl deepened. Using the same method to open the locked doors of the two cars in front of him, Cassia held the gun cautiously. The train revealed strangeness everywhere, and it had been like this for two days, but he could not find any clues. Except for the golden skull, which is more and more clear in memory, and the empty eyes that look like a god.

After twisting the doorknob in his hand, Cassia only felt a lot of cold sweat all over her body. Under the deserted light, her naked upper body seemed to have just dripped ashore from the river, covered with sweat beads. I have never been so tired before, and in those few years in the steam factory, there has been no such situation, as if this tiredness would completely corrode my bones.

After resting for a while, Cassia opened the door in front of him and looked into the carriage.

Finally, it was no longer quiet inside. Several people were standing, both men and women, and the little girl was also inside. But what happened there doesn't seem to be a good thing, at least in Cassia's view, things that can be solved with a pistol and dagger will generally not have a happy ending. (To be continued.)