On August 7, at 6 a.m., Blueport Station.

On the gray rectangular platform, there were more than a dozen people standing sparsely. They were waiting for the first morning train in Hailar City.

Next to the platform is a tall off-white flat-topped building.

The building has a transparent dome at the top, which is made of transparent glass and black steel.

Further apart are some clothing stores and gift shops, especially gift shops. There are more than a dozen stores on the street, including all types.

Next to a black street light, Heather smoke was wearing a lake blue skirt and made on a metal bench.

Su Mo sat on the side of her left hand, with a black wooden box placed beside her trousers.

Three burly men stood behind the chair, waiting quietly.

Su Mo took out a pocket watch and looked at the time, at 6:05 in the morning.

The structure of this pocket watch is very exquisite, with the gears and metal shafts tightly fitted. The opened case is embossed with dense thorn patterns.

“Woo~~~~~~~”

The sound of a distant whistle sounded, and the train's headlights suddenly came like approaching meteors. The cold wind wrapped in water vapor and turned into white mist.

The locomotive is cylindrical, with a metal baffle like a skirt underneath. It looks no different from Thomas in the original world.

The train slowly approached the platform. Everyone began to organize their luggage, fearing that something had been missed.

"Get on the train! Get on the train quickly!" A conductor walked off the train and shouted loudly to the passengers on the platform.

Everyone arranged neatly and walked on the train one by one in order.

"Hey, come on, aren't you getting on the train? You're going to drive away soon!" the young conductor with freckles on his face waved.

A conductor also walked out of the VIP carriage in front. She was wearing a generous and decent blue and white uniform, and a smile was on her youthful and beautiful face.

"Dear VIPs, please here."

Su Mo and others picked up their suitcases and slowly stepped onto the train with the female conductor.

There was only an awkward freckled young man left on the spot. He muttered a few words and climbed onto the train that was about to start.

There are very few people in the VIP carriage, with less than ten people sitting in the rectangular seats, and many good places by the window are vacant.

The overall carriage is yellow-gray, with golden patterns on the walls and a thin blanket on the floor, which looks very comfortable.

The five of them found a seat and sat down slowly.

The giant steel python was swallowing and spitting steam, gradually accelerating and galloping on the rails.

There were not many people talking in the train, and there was silence in the carriage. There was only the "clang clang" sound of the track hitting when the train was driving.

Su Mo sat by the window, while Heather Yan sat on his left hand. The three people from the watch team sat behind, paying attention to the surrounding situation.

Gradually, it was noon. No emergency happened, and it seemed that the people from Yehou Squad did not follow.

Everyone started to eat the bento. Since the chef in the manor died, the bento was made from Heather cigarettes this time, and I don’t know how it tasted.

Open the yellow wooden box and inside is a delicate butter banana sliced ​​cake.

Oval banana slices, two or three embellished cherries, and white cream. At least from the appearance, the taste should not be too bad.

There are two sausages next to the box and a small vegetable salad, which is well matched.

Su Mo picked up the silver-white knife and fork and dried it without saying a word. The taste was very good, not much different from what the chef had made before.

Unexpectedly, Heather is good at making cakes, so he can consider being a dessert chef.

Su Mo glanced at Heather Yan and wanted to praise the deliciousness of the cake.

As a result, she saw her take out a white porcelain cup and a metal spoon from her suitcase.

Take out a small bag of special black tea and pour an appropriate amount of hot water into the white porcelain cup.

Heather Yan pinched the spoon with his slender fingers and stirred it delicately. Inexplicably, a noble temperament filled the surroundings.

Su Mo wiped the cream on his mouth, said nothing, and continued to bury his head to eat.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was the sun shining brightly. White clouds floated in the air, like fluffy and soft marshmallows.

Su Mo supported his head with his elbow and looked out the car window from afar. The grassland swept backwards like a green canvas. It was dotted with black dots, which were cattle and sheep eating grass in low slums.

In the No. 8 carriage, the seats near the right hand were filled with a group of vicious men. They looked like a group of people, but they didn't talk often. They looked taciturn.

When it was time to dinner, I didn’t buy food from the waiter who was pushing the food truck. Instead, I took out the compressed biscuits in a uniform manner and ate them directly with water.

The other passengers in the car were inexplicably afraid of them, and their voices were very low, so they were also cautious when they wanted to go to the toilet, for fear of hitting them.

"It's almost time."

Sailor William glanced at the metal watch.

They were on the bus at five in the morning, in the city of Gonlen, near Hylar.

When they passed by Blue Harbor Station, they found Heather Yan and his group through the car window.

I waited for nine hours and it was time to act.

In the front seat, a burly man sat by the window with his arms around his chest.

A stream of air blew, and the red hair rolled and flew like flames.

William patted Sebas on the shoulder.

A low voice came from the front.

"It's time to start."

With a swish, the eleven men stood up together, with a fierce momentum. An indescribable sense of oppression filled the entire No. 8 carriage.

"What are you going to do?"

A beautiful waiter came over with a food truck and couldn't help asking questions when he saw this scene.

"Shut up!"

A black pistol pointed at her, and the pitch-black muzzle was daunting and scared.

The waiter raised his hands and a look of horror appeared on the faces of the passengers around him.

An old lady wanted to scream.

A dagger pierced into her throat, quickly cutting off the vocal cords, and a bunch of blood spurted out.

When everyone saw this tragic situation, their expressions on their faces became even more terrified and they dared not say anything.

They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until a dozen thugs walked to the No. 9 carriage, but no one dared to make a sound, including the waiter.

Who knows whether they will turn back? The aunt who dies with her eyes open and is the lesson of the past.

In the VIP carriage, a handsome boy sat at the end. He had dazzling blonde hair and faintly showed the noble temperament.

Next to him was a beautiful lady wearing a small felt hat and a black gauze dress.

The boys kept telling jokes, which were very elegant, without those low-ranking memes.

The lady next to her covered her mouth with a smile, making her very happy by the joke.

"David, I didn't expect you to be such a humorous person." The lady's eyes froze and she couldn't help but show her affection for this boy.
Chapter completed!