"The braking system failed? And train No. 10 is traveling in the opposite direction?"
Hearing the news brought by Xilan who squeezed back to his side, Fan Ning's head buzzed.
"I don't know why it's such a coincidence and the problem is so low-level." Sheeran's face turned pale. "Train No. 10 initially had a power failure and was about to stop. The train crew mistakenly thought it would be repaired quickly. In fact, they just changed sides."
Fanning didn't have time to pay attention to Erov, who was focused on picking up dice on the ground behind him. Fanning grabbed Sheeran's hand.
The train here has passed Tulipplatz station, and the next stop is Tonalaisen!
Derailing at high speed is scary enough, but hitting a wall is even more unimaginable.
And what if two subway trains collide?
How many passengers must be on these two trains???
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
"You all lean back! Go to the car at the back! Protect your head!!!"
The frightened passengers began to push back, and the scene became chaotic. After a few breaths, the two of them rushed to the front. With a "bang", invisible force, together with Fan Ning's leather shoes, violently kicked open the door of the cab.
Door.
The cockpit was filled with the smell of incontinence. The man wearing white gloves was trembling and making a last futile struggle on the mechanical operating table. At the far end of the straight tunnel, Fan Ning's spiritual sense had already "seen" it.
A ray of light that is not yet within the range of the naked eye.
"Can your 'Desolate' phase 'Exile Echo' allow you to escape?" Fan Ning suddenly turned around and asked in a deep voice.
Sheeran bit her lip and answered quickly: "I can, and I can take another one of you with me. You can control your spirituality and let me exile together." She took Fan Ning's arm, "But, there are probably one or two thousand people on these two trains.
passengers”
"I'll stay and deal with those guys," Fan Ning said.
Sheeran definitely couldn't stay in the car. The risk factor was too high. If she didn't have the ability to escape, Fan Ning could only use his "candle"-like "expanding echo" body to protect her and try his luck, but
Since you can evacuate, there is no need to take risks.
So the only difference is whether she takes Fan Ning with her to evacuate.
There is probably more than one member of the secret organization among the passengers, and Fan Ning does not know how many accidental casualties are needed to open the "door of coincidence".
He must save as many people as possible at the scene as soon as possible, not only to reduce the tragedy for the family, but also to try to reduce the number of casualties below the threshold of opening the door.
"Are you sure you can withstand the first impact of the collision?" Sheeran stared at Fan Ning.
"Theoretically yes."
"Theoretically?"
"At a low level, I can stop five bullets for you." Fan Ning saw that the headlights of the No. 10 train at the end of the tunnel had entered his field of vision and gradually expanded.
It was slowing down, but that was not enough, or even if it had come to a stop, it would not have prevented this major accident from happening.
"It's too late. Just retreat. Don't stay after leaving. Contact us for help."
"Okay." Sheeran said no more and let go of Fan Ning's arm.
The sense of "desolation" that overflowed from her astral body immediately enveloped her, and her entire body disappeared into thin air, while the train continued to move forward at a rapid speed.
In front of him was a cold and boundless starry void, with no elements other than the same dim starlight.
This secret astral layer is similar to the folded time and space of the "hidden lamp", but it is not as wrong and contradictory, and it is also different from the too chaotic and hazy dream. Its structure obeys the silence and seclusion of the "winter wind", and also conforms to the "winter wind".
The balance and moderation of "Raven" can be perceived in its corresponding relationship with the world's appearance in the spatial coordinates.
Sheeran experienced the feeling of holding her breath in the water. She could control herself to dive out at any time before her inspiration suffocated, and she would reappear in the tunnel and fall onto the empty rails.
She locked onto a certain direction she sensed and shuttled through the star world at high speed.
With the current intensity of inspiration, she can swim a short distance. Of course, compared to static suspension, this consumes more energy and can "hold her breath" for a shorter period of time.
The next second, Sheeran's figure emerged from the darkness out of thin air. This was already the emergency exit in the tunnel, about 500 meters away from the original location where he disappeared.
"Beep, beep, beep!" The tunnel echoed with sharp sirens and heart-rending brakes.
She quickly ran to the edge of the tunnel, stuck her head out towards the side of the tunnel, and gradually tightened her finger joints on the handrail.
In this way, we can only see the empty railway tracks and the retreating figure of the last car of the No. 9 train. Everything seems to be business as usual.
But the next moment, sparks and smoke burst out from the dark end, and the section at the rear of the carriage began to deflect, rise, detach from the track, and drag and twist in his field of vision.
"boom!--"
The loud noise reached here a few seconds late, and the tunnel wall began to shake violently.
This tragic impact was not a single sound or a period, it had no obvious decibel peak to distinguish, but a continuous meaningless chaotic noise, just like the delirious roar of a steel monster when it was dismembered and crushed.
The train that was originally lying on the rails in the field of vision was gradually torn and twisted into a pile of steel ruins randomly filling the tunnel, and white smoke and flames began to seep from the gaps.
Despite being separated by such a long distance, Sheeran still felt that her hands and feet were cold, her heart was racing and she had difficulty breathing.
Dust and bricks were falling everywhere, the train siren had stopped, the sound of burning and occasional explosions were still coming one after another. In addition, there seemed to be heavy and unclear wailing,
But the volume of the latter is so weak compared to the former that it makes people suspect that it may just be a spiritual induction.
Looking at the corner of the tragic accident in the distance, Xilan suddenly felt a little regretful.
I have obviously been an opinionated person since I was a child. I don't know why every time I come to him, I always do what he wants, and it is difficult to say no to anything.
Even now, his explanation before leaving still made me finally suppress the urge to go to the front to find him.
"If you try your best, I will hate you." The little girl said through gritted teeth, turned around and ran away.
…
The buzzing ears were filled with dense and illusory sounds.
After experiencing a series of earthquakes and tremors, Fan Ning could no longer distinguish between his current position and his initial position in the car in front of him, where he was squatting with his head in his arms.
In fact, there must be almost no carriage structure left at all. Those seemingly strong steels are no different from paper under high-speed impact.
Fan Ning's mouth was full of dust, his vision was dark, he was dizzy, and his nose was filled with thick smoke, dust, metal particles and the foul smell of burning.
In the previous series of lengthy roars, scrapes and steel-tearing noises, the "expansion and contraction echo" on his etheric body alleviated those too violent impacts and explosion shock waves, and also used the invisible power of the "key" phase.
Pushing away the squeeze caused by the slow deformation of nearby things.
As for the flames and high temperature, it is impossible for them to spread near him.
Maybe this layer of colloid light curtain can help me block five more bullets in the end. Fan Ning coughed a few times and spit out a few mouthfuls of dust.
After all, there is a fundamental difference between curling up and protecting your head with your hands, huddled in a corner and using all kinds of invisible forces to survive, and standing upright in the middle of two train tracks waiting to be hit.
He struggled to sit up from the wreckage, and several large pieces of steel and objects beside him just supported a small space.
The thread of inspiration found a paper object in the darkness, and the next moment a flame ignited.
It was a "Manual of Contamination Identification and Prevention of the Evil God Organization", which showed a white and bloody female arm stretching out from the ruins.
When the bricks and steel plates above slowly separated, Fan Ning saw the drooped head of the previous female music fan. She was wearing professional formal attire and had no breath. Blood was dripping from her hair like broken beads.
fall.
In that twisted and small space that could not welcome anyone, one could still see the end of his signature in the incomplete corner of the track list.
Fan Ning clenched and relaxed his fists. More steel remains with sharp gaps were removed from above, and two more corpses fell from his side.
In the air mixed with the smell of blood and burnt smell, he slowly stood up.
Invisible power was mobilized one after another, and the large steel plates around him pushed the debris out of the way. He took more than ten steps, one step deep and one shallow, and after stepping over more corpses than steps, he heard
A weak and miserable "ho ho" sound.
Fan Ning's eyes lit up, and he moved a set of burnt one-piece seats out of thin air in the direction.
"Mark?" He squatted down, and the flames on the bearded gentleman's shoulders immediately went out.
"Fan Ning, command, ho, it hurts so much, I can't move, ho ho ho." The veins on his face were twisted, his chest was rising and falling violently, and one hand was frozen in mid-air, shaking mechanically.
"Hold on, hold on." Fan Ning controlled a large piece of exposed cement slab above him to levitate, preparing to pull him up.
Then Fan Ning discovered in despair that one leg of his lower body had been folded in the opposite direction from the knee, while the other leg had almost disappeared from the waist, and the ground was even stained with visceral tissue fluid with a layer of skin.
"This is a prank, right?" He took Fan Ning's hand and stared at him hopefully, as if he saw the last straw.
Obviously he hopes Fan Ning can say encouraging words such as "There is still hope".
Fan Ning's lips moved, not knowing what to say, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
"It hurts so much, it really hurts, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," Mark uncontrollably thought of many keywords, including records, signings, sharing, operations, ratings, and income. After a while, he wanted to remind Fan Ning, "Run, maybe Will collapse", and finally there are various pictures, but no matter what, the only ones that really come out are repeated words and wailing.
He gradually closed his eyelids and lowered his wrists.
"Fuck!" Fan Ning kicked the steel plate next to him, his eyes becoming more and more violent.
A boulder with sharp edges collapsed and fell from above. It was quietly suspended in the air when it was about to approach Fan Ning's head, and then was moved away in parallel.
Yes, go and take a look behind him. He shook his head vigorously to calm himself down.
Generally speaking, the location here is still too close to the front end of the impact. If it were from the rear, there would be more or less survivors, and it would not be as tragic as before.
His thread of inspiration penetrated the layers of ruins, and he had just determined the direction of the two ends of the narrower tunnel wall. Suddenly, a soft "crack" sound came from somewhere outside the gap in the ruins.
There was a sound like a small piece of glass breaking, and then he "smelled" a colorless and odorless gas in the air, but it gave the spirit a weak sense of alertness.
The layers of backlog were removed, and Fan Ning emerged from the collapse. Only then did he see that the two subway trains had been squeezed into a shorter and thicker swollen wreckage. The ruins overflowed the entire railway track and were filled with three layers of debris. Half the height of the tunnel, flames were everywhere, and in many places the fire was very fierce.
A yellow and white ghost-like figure floated from above, and every ten meters away, an object similar to a silver glass rod was dropped by it.
Perfumer Fan Ning still vividly remembers the way she escaped by vaporizing during her graduation concert.
He tried to prevent the object from falling to the ground and shattering, but later found out that it was useless because it was not a container at all, but a volatile solid crystal with ingredients similar to the silver-white liquid "spirit softener".
Thinking of the corpses strewn in the train wreckage, as well as the information about the investigation into Llangevni Workhouse that Sheeran had previously told him, Fan Ning began to have some uneasy premonitions in his heart.
"You're looking for death." He pulled out the pistol from his waist, stepped on a steel plate with both feet, and flew directly into the air.
"Bang - bang - bang -" The bullet passed through the perfumer's ghostly gaseous body, which seemed to hinder her movement to some extent, but she still did not stop dropping the glass rod in her hand.
The crisp crackling sounds came one after another.
The steel plate suspended above the train wreckage suddenly took Fan Ning and flew forward.
The perfumer was surprised. He probably didn't expect Fan Ning to chase her in this way, and the speed was unusually fast, and he was close to him in the blink of an eye.
Her ghostly figure raised her head to take medicine, so the overall color became lighter and the distance became wider again.
"Mr. Fanning? Haha, Ms. Sylvia's guess is right. You are still wavering in choosing the right path."
Does that woman really know anything about me? Fan Ning's eyes narrowed.
When he returned to the hotel after returning from the rooftop of the talk building to review the transaction, he felt that something was not quite right.
And for some reason, these evil organizations always speak in their own way, plausibly and confidently, which makes Fan Ning feel very confused and physically uncomfortable every time.
As if he had a chance to breathe, the perfumer once again said with a half-smile: "But it doesn't matter, this is a normal process, and the hesitation during the journey will not affect the end of you and me."
Fan Ning's eyes flashed with coldness, he spit out the dust in his mouth, took out the "Old Day" from his clothes, and then the flying speed of the steel plate under his feet gradually accelerated again, at least doubling.
As the baton swung down, steel pipes were pulled out one after another from the wreckage below like twists. Under his control, they shot towards the perfumer with jagged sections at high speeds.
"At the end of the road, your mother, I will kill every one of you who show up today."