"Why are you scaring ordinary people?"

Klein wandered back and forth at the junction of the carriages for a long time, and finally got a response from the lamp god, who hurriedly asked in a low voice.

He is using the excuse that sitting in the seat for a long time is uncomfortable, and he needs to take a breath or smoke a cigarette, so as to get rid of the attention of the people around him, he calls the lamp **** in a low voice continuously without any trace, in fact, he wants to say that he is going to wash room, but this service is not available on steam trains.

"How dare you defile people's innocence out of thin air."

The lamp **** didn't show his figure, and he didn't know if he was nearby at the moment. His tone was like the white mist in a dream, like the drizzle outside the window, like the sea breeze blowing on the beach during the holiday, which made people unable to remember it. Spirit.

Klein just wanted to rest his forehead and sigh, and he continued to ask patiently: "Did you make strange rules appear on the train, will it hurt innocent people?"

"I've been a little bored recently, and I made the rules, but how can it be said that this is my fault alone? From another perspective, I can also be regarded as protecting people under the rules."

Klein's face became serious.

"There are other forces on the train?"

"Yes, it's still relatively weak, and it can't form obvious abnormalities. You can't detect it. It can only slightly and covertly contaminate people or things that pass by it."

"Pollution?"

"Well... don't make such a fuss, I can change it to the more gentle term of the influence of high-level existence. Pollution is a word that is easy to panic, but I don't think it should be so scary. Most of the time, they don't deliberately embarrass anyone. After all, God Sex is inherently self-centered, and it is the instinct of divinity to bring everything closer to me.”

Although the tone of the lamp **** was still as lazy as ever, and once he spit out too many words, it would be like humming a lullaby just now, but Klein didn't want to stop the topic at all, and the questions were lined up like bullets and shot out.

"What kind of pollution? Why is it here? What are the effects? How to get rid of it?"

"Hey, who doesn't have an enemy of fate? Probably I ran out and wandered around the world, and let her advance the matter of infiltrating power, but it's hard to say, maybe she has been doing it all the time, but I just ran into it , after all, what the Rose School of Thought believed in didn’t suddenly become the Mother Tree of Desire.”

Hearing this, Klein showed a hesitant expression, and while struggling, his mouth, which had been opened several times, closed again.

The one holding the heel didn't speak, and the lamp **** continued to talk on his own.

"Joe San is also unwilling to be honest. It is not surprising to attract these forces. We are now in Ahwa County."

"If you want to say how much impact it has, it's probably a little bit to deflect their fate in the direction of accelerating the spread of this kind of power. If there are other external influences, there will probably be an inexplicable but unswerving idea of ​​digging graves in the Hornages Mountains. However, if you leave it alone, once or twice, it won’t work.”

"Honages Mountains?"

"Yes, that is a magical road to heaven, where countless treasures are buried. We both have to take our hoes to go there sooner or later."

Klein thought for a while in silence, and then confirmed: "So, you distorted this pollution and formed the rules on the train? How much harm will it cause to those who violate the rules?"

"Uh...probably, maybe, I twisted a little too much, but it's okay, people who don't seriously provoke me are just a nightmare."

"Looking at the rules, I thought you were trying to sell hot cocoa for the railroad."

After receiving the answer that it was not dangerous, Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and made a complaint by the way.

Then he was a little embarrassed and couldn't help asking curiously: "Is that enemy of your destiny...the one who sealed you into the oil lamp?"

"roll!"

The tone of the lamp **** finally regained consciousness.

…

In another carriage, the young Wendell sat nervously on the seat, his usual comfortable temperament was gone, anyone

You could see the tension in his expression.

He belongs to the intelligence personnel of MI9's Internal Affairs Operations Department. He has been active in cities far away from Backlund, the heart of the country, for many years. He is now the security officer of Sequence 8.

Ever since the blank paper printed with information on passenger notices appeared strangely, he had an indescribable realization that the rules in the carriage had really changed. He didn't dare to think that if he didn't follow the notices Ask to do it and what happens.

Under normal circumstances, I should stop at Tingen in County Ahwa by now, and then I should go out for dinner and then find a hotel for the night.

He looked out of the foggy window, but he couldn't see anything clearly. He couldn't tell where he was going, let alone guess whether the train would stop at the correct station.

If the train really does not stop as it says on the above, then... will it end up in Jianhai County?

Wendell has experienced a lot of extraordinary events, but almost all of them were extraordinary people who hurt people, assisted in the hunt for extraordinary criminals, and tracked cultists. Most of them used extraordinary abilities to obtain intelligence from various places. He still first encounter.

He has been paying attention to the movement of the whole car. When the passenger notice appeared, there was indeed a small commotion, but it subsided quickly. Basically, no one cared about this notice that seemed to appear suddenly as a prank. Most of them made fun of it. Just put it aside, continue to do the previous thing, discuss the original topic, but there are also a few young people who are smiling and talking about going to the conductor to confirm the authenticity.

The door between the compartments was suddenly pushed open, and a vending cart filled with various beverages broke in, followed by a thin man behind the frame.

"Special purple flower raspberry juice, would you like a cup?"

A low and hoarse voice slowly sounded in the carriage, and the man pushing the cart seemed to be a model worker who had a bad cold and still stuck to his post, dutifully selling drinks.

"Didn't you post some passenger notices, UU reading www.uukanshu.com saying that there is no such purple drink?"

A young boy in his twenties asked with great interest.

"We have some, would you like a drink?"

The man turned around stiffly, his pale face, against the dim yellow light and the dark red vest, looked even sicker.

The boy hesitated after inquiring about the price, and finally bought a glass, and it was evident that it was the copper pennies rather than the paper that made him hesitate.

When the man handed out the drink, he suddenly showed a sinister and strange smile to the boy, and said softly, "Welcome to join us."

The boy was startled, his body shrank suddenly, and the juice in his hand almost spilled on his body.

He looked up at the train conductor who handed him the drink, and saw the red vest standing upright, pushing the car forward without looking sideways. He wanted to call the red vest to stop, and angrily scolded him for frightening himself, but he still held back and didn't speak, just Neng muttered angrily, "What the **** are you doing!"

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