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In the blink of an eye, the day to go to Backlund has arrived.

The earliest train departing from Tingen Station is at five o'clock, and the journey to Backlund takes at least three hours. Because delays are less likely to occur in the morning, although this time is ridiculously early, many people still choose it.

It was still dark, and Benson stood on the side of the platform, holding two people's boxes in both hands, keeping a distance of about half a meter from the people around him. He was wary of other passengers around him, and asked Melissa to keep an eye on her.

important items on your body.

"There are a lot of people this morning." Melissa said softly. From her height, she could only see countless people's shoulders.

Benson looked around at the dark crowd of heads and was a little surprised:

"Yes, it turns out that there are so many people on the first bus. It must have been affected by Backlund's recruitment boom."

"I heard that in the past morning trains, if only one-third of each car could be filled, that was already too many people. This time is still too early."

After that, he took out his pocket watch from his pocket, took one look at it and immediately put it back: "There are still fifteen minutes."

Melissa nodded, and the brother and sister stood in the sea of ​​people and waited quietly.

Tingen Station is the departure station, and the steam train has stopped on the rails under the platform, but the time has not yet arrived. The dividing line has been pulled up halfway in front of the platform, and the station staff are running back and forth near the train to perform the last pass.

confirm.

Eight minutes before departure, the staff removed the dividing line. Soon, the doors opened and the crowd started to commotion. The staff on the platform began to check tickets and directed people to move to various carriages.

The brother and sister squeezed into the car smoothly and followed the crowd for a short while before arriving at their place.

The first-class seats are comfortable and spacious, with two single seats about one meter facing each other, and a small table connected to the wall in the middle. The first-class seats have special luggage lockers, and they don’t have too many clutter. They sit on the soft

You can also straighten your legs on the seat.

Melissa sighed with emotion at this comfortable and luxurious enjoyment - a full 15 soles per person! The first-class seat comes with in-car meals, a piece of bread, a drink, and unlimited hot water, which is enough for breakfast and even saves money.

A little, Chinese food can also be made do with.

But Benson would definitely not let Melissa be so frugal. He made up his mind to take his sister to Backlund for a relatively sumptuous lunch.

Because their savings are completely enough for them to spend their lives safely, but in the past they were not willing to use the money that the older brother/younger brother exchanged with their lives, but now they are rushing towards a better life. Klein is in the goddess' kingdom.

Would you be happy if you knew this?

Furthermore, Benson's reason is also very good - "We are new here and are not familiar with the geographical conditions of Backlund. We don't even have a map. We will definitely buy a map before looking for a place to live. We are not familiar with the road conditions and traffic."

Under the circumstances, public carriages and trams are not suitable. We estimate that we will have to walk a long way and look at many houses before making a decision. If we don’t have a good meal, where will we have the strength?”

Benson successfully convinced his sister with his excellent eloquence. At this time, a dark shadow flashed out of the corner of his eye, and a figure sat on the empty seat next to them with a suitcase. It was a young-looking gentleman, but Dai

Wearing a mask, only a pair of green eyes can be seen.

Melissa was a little shocked.

Mr. Green Eyes noticed them and said hello in surprise: "Good morning, Miss Melissa, we actually meet again."

So Benson glanced at Melissa first, and seeing that she didn't say hello immediately, he quickly stood up with a smile, helped Mr. Green Eyes put the relatively large and heavy suitcase on the luggage rack above his head, and then greeted her warmly.

Said:

"Hello, my sister is a bit introverted. What should I call her?"

The green-eyed man, who originally felt a little embarrassed, breathed a sigh of relief and made a dull and hoarse voice from behind the mask:

"I am Leonard Mitchell, a police officer from Tingen City, transferred to Backlund. Mr. Benson, I have met you once, and I met your sister on the road the day before yesterday.

We actually meet each other today - what a coincidence!"

"Mr. Mitchell, ah, Officer Mitchell..."

Benson's memory did not leave him along with his hair. He immediately remembered what this close relationship meant: "You came to our house in the first place... It was really troublesome for you at that time. The security of Tingen City is thanks to you all.

For your hard work...congratulations on the promotion."

He said a few polite words skillfully, and Melissa also stood up and said hello. They were about to live in Backlund, and every fellow countryman they could speak to was a resource, and Mr. Mitchell was obviously a kind and enthusiastic police officer.

Naturally, they are important connections in the future.

Of course, Benson believed that he, who was about to become a government employee, would also be a human resource for Officer Mitchell.

So Benson casually chatted with Leonard about Backlund's customs and environment. He thought it was Leonard's first trip to Backlund, but he didn't expect that the other person already had many business trips and case handling experience.

He often stayed in Backlund, and this time it was a formal transfer - no wonder he had hardly seen each other in Tingen. Leonard talked eloquently about Backlund's geography, various institutions, and regional divisions, and even everyone

There are several churches of the Goddess of the Night in the area, and Benson was immediately in awe of this devout believer.

This knowledge was exactly what Benson and the others needed. Benson listened eagerly to Leonard's description of Backlund's various living points, taking notes in his notebook from time to time. Melissa also concentrated on asking a few questions from time to time.

Her questions mainly revolve around the community, such as where is the restructured Backlund Technical University located, how much is the rent in the surrounding area, how far is it from the residential area, how much is the fare for public carriages and trolleybuses, how long does it take to walk...

…Leonard couldn’t handle these bits and pieces of questions. Since this was all useful information, and the people in this carriage were basically going to Backlund to make a living, no one thought they were nagging them.

The chatter was very noisy, and Leonard (with the guidance of Pales from time to time) chatted with the Moretti brothers for nearly an hour.

Leonard's mouth was dry from chatting. When Benson started to ask him about his new views on environmental protection regulations, he felt that he was about to run out of ammunition. At this time, he caught a glimpse of Melissa yawning, and her expression suddenly changed.

Got to be sluggish.

Then, a series of yawns sounded in the carriage.

Drowsiness was like a tide, filling the entire car in an instant.

Leonard suddenly felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured down on his head. He pursed his lips and began to pay attention to his surroundings.

Benson also yawned, looked at his pocket watch slightly sleepily, and said to Leonard:

"It's already half past six, Officer Mitchell. I'm a little sleepy too. Let's rest for a while."

Plan 1: Keep the Moretti brothers and sisters awake throughout the entire process and highly focused to resist dream interference, failed!

"Of course, I will."

Leonard nodded in understanding, sat up straight and leaned against the back of his seat. He also pretended to close his eyes and doze. In fact, he was vigilantly paying attention to the movements of everyone around him. Suddenly, he stood up suddenly - he discovered

Everyone around them is not breathing!

Nightmare! This is a nightmare! - Or did Ince Zangwill do it in a split second?! He does have such an ability!

But Illya-dono should have discovered it!

Leonard took a step forward and walked in front of the Moretti brothers and sisters, stretched out his hand to check their breathing... Indeed, there was no more breath. He quickly checked the heartbeat and pulse again, and found that they had also stopped, and the texture of their skin

It is also like a newly deceased person, still warm and elastic.

Melissa was dozing in the scarf on the table. He stretched out his hand and pushed, and Benson fell heavily on the seat.

If this was a dream, then the demigod Ince Zangwill must be infinitely smarter than him. It was impossible to find any flaws. Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his head and shouted to the seat behind him.

: "Old man?"

As soon as he arrived, he noticed that there was an old man sitting behind him. Although his shouting was abrupt, there was nothing wrong with it.

The dead old man didn't answer, and the old man he really called didn't answer either!

Leonard's breath immediately stagnated, and he immediately said in ancient Hermes:

"bright!"

No response.

Leonard was anxious to escape from the nightmare and protect people in the real world, but he did not become impatient because of this. Several missions had gradually allowed him to develop the ability to respond in emergencies. He immediately half-knelt on the ground and closed his eyes.

, loudly began to recite the name of Archbishop Backlund, Saint Anthony!

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the dream world was blurred for a moment. He immediately ended his unfinished prayer, stood up, and poured spiritual energy in the direction of the distant induction, shouting:

"bright!!"

Leonard instantly felt that his spirituality was being swallowed up quickly, reducing it by a quarter in the blink of an eye. At the same time, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a furnace and became violently hot. He suddenly opened his eyes, and it seemed as if a soldering iron had been installed inside

The pockets of his trouser pockets were so hot that he stood up.

Pales hummed in his ear: "Not bad."

"Forty-three seconds."

"It took longer than I thought." Leonard looked at the wall clock in the carriage. He felt that he had only been in the nightmare for more than 20 seconds. He immediately stood up and carefully explored the breath of the Moretti brothers and sisters, and found that

There is still energy flowing in and out, which makes me feel a little relieved.

The soldering iron in his pocket was still hot, so he took out the red and hot charm. The carriage was suddenly filled with warm sunlight, and the indoor temperature rose rapidly. In an instant, he arrived at a high-end mansion with heating.

With this spell, Leonard seems to be able to distinguish between reality and dreams again.

At the same time, he was shocked to find that there were really undead souls in the carriage, which were purified in a flash under the sun.

Is this... could it be...

Leonard walked to the back of the carriage in disbelief - a second-class carriage had 16 rows of seats, so full that adults couldn't stretch their legs. The first-class carriage was slightly looser, with 12 rows.

As for the seats, he and the Moretti brothers and sisters were sitting in the third row.

He came to row 9 and found that the passenger sitting here had expired.

The death was very peaceful...very peaceful. The body was still warm and the skin was still elastic.
To be continued...