In the dark night, a black Porsche gallops forward on the road.

Gin in the car is listening to the information told by Belmode.

"Mysterious train?" Gin flicked the cigarette from his right wrist and said, "It's really hard for me to believe that Shirley would sit in such an eye-catching train as the Suzuki Express."

"Ah, can't it be dark under the lamp?"

Belmode smiled and asked: "After all, on that train, all are independent

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