Chapter 37 Ding——Congratulations to the host

Episode 37 Ding——Congratulations to the host

April 2nd.

Anubis 11:31am.

The previous minute, I felt like someone was pushing me off a cliff from behind, or like I was walking up the stairs and suddenly found myself missing. As I lost my balance, I also completely lost control of my body and fell endlessly.

This was just like many of my dream experiences, my body suddenly shook.

The heartbeat, still excited by the adrenaline, sounded like a ping-pong ball falling to the ground inside the flat body, "dong dong dong dong, dong, dong, dong--" and gradually became calmer over time.

I am back in my original body.

I'm back.

I was just lying on the bed, reviewing the whole process or looking back at the thrilling moments, but my mind couldn't get out of that memory.

However, the soreness and numbness in my body didn’t give me any time to pay attention to my physical condition.

During the original 100 hours, except for eating, I almost always lay in bed.

This caused every muscle in my body to protest.

The system doesn't know how to take care of the blood circulation in my body.

Lying down, sitting or standing for a long time are all extremely harmful to the body. I can feel varying degrees of numbness and soreness in my ankles, knees, thighs, back, forearms, shoulders, and spine. It's as if they have eaten an extremely sour lemon and feel completely weak.

I had to take a breath even to turn over, and I could only do it by willpower.

After lying on my side and slowly flexing and stretching my fingers for several minutes, I slowly began to feel the strength returning to my body.

However, as soon as I got out of bed, when my feet touched the ground, it felt like I was stepping on cotton, so weak that it could not withstand a single blow. Before I could react, my legs went limp, and my knees fell straight down, hitting the wooden floor with a dull thump.

Because of this powerless state, I couldn’t help but scream “Help!” in my heart.

Fortunately, I didn't feel any pain at all. I guess my nerves were numb. Only the consciousness in my brain was thinking over and over again, why did I hit my head on the floor?

His legs limply collapsed, his knees still in a kneeling position, and the floor felt hard and cold. I tried to move my fingers and adjust my posture slightly, but I found that my whole body was so numb and so sore that it was difficult to even move.

"Forget it, I can't stand up anymore." I took a deep breath, slumped down on the ground, leaned my back against the bed, and stared at the ceiling with dull eyes.

Sitting on the floor like this, I began to think back to everything that had happened before.

*

In fact, there is not much time left.

The original plan was that if nothing happened to the train, it would stop at Midway Island at 11:25.

But then a carjacking occurred and all plans became uncontrollable, especially since even I was not sure whether everyone was willing to cooperate. At this moment, the shoddy construction of the Peace train made us all want to get off the train and survive, and temporarily stopped our internal fighting.

The whole process of cooperation was very smooth.

Shang Hexing and Fu Lin both have experience in dealing with these disasters.

We first determined who among the passengers was a criminal disguised as an ordinary person.

It was Wendy Gale's death that revealed that the robber was among the passengers, but how could he recognize his accomplices? How do companions confirm each other's identities?

The answer lies in the train surveillance video.

The suppressed rioting crowd appeared on the mobile phone screen.

As they squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, we noticed that one of them in the crowd was wearing a golden Parker ballpoint pen on his chest, which was the same as Wendy Gale's personal belongings. After noticing this, we began to pay more attention to the people under the camera. The crowd that had just been stopped had become much more obedient, and the others wearing gold ballpoint pens were secretly observing the situation around them. When there is something unusual, they quickly make movements to attract robbers.

The answer is already obvious.

Then we quickly located the position of the incendiary bomb.

Shang Hexing was the first to cut off the signal of the remote-controlled incendiary bomb, and quickly located the position of □□. There were four places where signals were sent out in the entire train, which just divided the train into four even sections. From the placement of the bomb, it can be seen that this bomb is intended to leave everyone on the train with nowhere to escape and to achieve complete destruction of the entire train.

What I did was to gather the explosives together and place them in a specific compartment.

If it is possible to avoid detonating the bomb, we will naturally pursue the result of not detonating the bomb, and in our hearts we will try to minimize the risks. Of course, this premise is that we have mastered all the circumstances.

In fact, we had already achieved internal cooperation (the conductor, An Qingyan and Jerry) and external cooperation (Fu Lin, Shang Hexing and me), and we also had a grasp of the situation of the bomb, which meant that the result should have been a success.

However, our train caught fire.

The cause was not a riot or the uncontrollable incendiary bomb, but because the previous bullet hit the external cable of the train.

Although we all agree that the angle at which the bullet was fired should not have caused such a result, it is possible that the bullet hit the glass tunnel and deflected, piercing the external cable, causing violent sparks and igniting nearby flammable materials.

The fire then spread to the train body.

The high temperature caused the metal of the train's outer shell to deform, and the fire then began to spread to the interior of the carriage. Smoke and flames began to creep over from the middle train carriage at a terrifying speed. The overwhelming heat wave made people begin to realize that the carriage was a relatively safe area.

Because the fire on the entire car started from the outer circle of the car body and burned all the way to the inside, while the flames on the outside were looking for a breakthrough.

Fortunately, we were almost at Midway Island, and the train would automatically stop when it reached the shore, and everyone was eager to rush out of the door.

However, there was a raging fire outside the car door.

The scene was like watching people jumping through a ring of fire.

My card expires at 11:30.

I only had less than seven or eight minutes left and was extremely anxious.

Everyone was scrambling for the car door, rushing forward and rushing around. But some people at the front of the line stopped moving out out of fear and didn't dare to jump out. No matter how much they shouted, they just didn't dare to go out. Seeing that precious survival time was about to be wasted, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the curtains next to the car window did not catch fire quickly due to the fire. I realized that this should be some kind of treated flame-retardant cloth, so I tore it off, draped it over the person in front, and carried him on my back.

"Walk!"

I shouted, took a big step, and led the way out of the sea of ​​fire.

Seeing this, the train crew and others immediately learned this method and carried the elderly and children on their backs, letting them leave the fire scene first, with adult men at the end.

However, for those who have already rescued people, there is no need to continue returning like I did.

Until the end, Fu Lin was still sitting in a wheelchair. He still firmly believed that there was a bomb under his wheelchair. He did not stand up from beginning to end. Even when others wanted to rescue him, he still refused.

As a last resort, I told him that I had lied to him before.

There is an ordinary monitor under the wheelchair.

"I was able to board this train because I told the organization that I found Jerry might be a traitor. If he really wanted to save you, it means he is an undercover agent. Do you really believe that you would tell the password in the middle of the night?"

His eyes changed, but he was still hesitant.

I corrected his thoughts, "If it's really that easy, wouldn't it be more convenient for me to use the truth serum from the beginning? Beating people up is a waste of time and energy."

After I explained, I told him to stand up quickly and save himself.

The time is very tight and there is no time to deal with him at all.

Because a new situation occurred on the train - the power was cut off inside the car, and the doors closed automatically again.

The conductor said the only way was to run to the cab and use the master key to turn on the emergency power.

I saw a look of sadness suddenly appear on the conductor's face. Just as he was about to say his last words, I snatched the keys from his hand.

With the last ten seconds left in the countdown to 11:30, I rushed into the cab and turned the emergency power switch. The moment the current was restored, the flames almost engulfed me.

I woke up from another bed as the fire completely engulfed me, and once I calmed down, the last few words between me and the conductor kept repeating in my mind.

I asked, "Where's the emergency hammer for the car? To break open the doors and windows?"

Conductor: “No.”

I was mad, "How can I not let it go?"

The conductor collapsed: "Because I am pursuing the pinnacle of fully automatic high technology."

It wasn't until I knelt on the floor and lay in bed that I finally vented my anger, "Bad engineering! Damn automatic!"

This conversation played automatically and looped at least five times before finally stopping.

*

The news of the hijacking and fire in the underwater tunnel spread even before the Midway transfer train arrived at the main city of Anubis.

There were no reports of casualties in the news, but there were no comforting statistics either. I stared at the screen of my mobile phone in a daze, and kept telling myself in my heart: Fu Lin should be fine. After all, he is so smart. Besides, Jerry is on the train, so it should not be difficult to prove Fu Lin's identity. But even though I said this rationally, the uneasiness in my chest never subsided for a moment.

What's more, Fu Lin's body is so fragile now. And these days I just gave him some nutritional supplements. I know better than anyone that none of Fu Lin's wounds have healed yet.

I don’t know if he can escape successfully?

If he is really seriously injured, will he turn completely evil?

I quickly followed others to squeeze onto the bus and rushed to the central station in a hurry.

It wasn't rush hour, but Central Station was still packed with people, more than I had expected. The air was filled with tension, anxiety and anticipation, and everyone was looking around nervously.

When Shang Hexing appeared, the direction he was in was so conspicuous that it couldn't be more conspicuous. The people around him all clapped their hands spontaneously, with waves of enthusiastic cheers rising higher and higher. He stood in the middle of the crowd, looking so glamorous that he seemed like someone who could not be ignored.

I was relieved to see that he was okay. However, this is just one person. I continued to search the crowd, tiptoeing, over and over again, until I saw Fu Lin, standing in the corner, almost forgotten.

He was supported by Jerry and had some difficulty standing. He looked pale and weak. No one around noticed him, and he didn't seem to belong in this noisy occasion, but the silence made me feel inexplicably at ease.

"He's fine..." I said to myself, landing on my heels and preparing to turn around and leave.

At this moment, my eyes unexpectedly met Fu Lin's.

His eyes were fixed on me, deep and complex, as if suppressing thousands of words. My heart skipped a beat. At that moment, my mind suddenly flashed back to the scene of our last meeting: the flames were raging, and he grabbed my arm with incredible strength.

He asked me who I was? Why save him? What’s the name?

"You have to give a name so people can remember who you are, right?"

I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was something like this. But I have no idea why he needs my name?

I couldn't figure it out at the time.

I'm really bad at naming.

Most importantly, how to say it?

From the beginning to the end, I felt that it would be better if Fu Lin never knew who I was. In this way, he will discover that in this world, in this life, there are still so many people, known or unknown, who are willing to care for him and help him without asking for anything in return, and without even giving any names.

There are bad people in this world.

Yes, after he exchanged identities, he went through a lot of torture and pain. It was normal for him to choose to become evil, and it was also normal for him not to trust people.

However, there are still good people in this world.

Like Jerry, like the conductor, and others whose names I don't know.

I hope that instead of asking who I am, it would be better to turn it into a small seed that can be successfully planted in his heart. When he returned to our group, Fu Lin was still the kind and sincere person who could open his heart.

"My name is Tang Li."

…

In reality, when Fu Lin saw me in the crowd, I felt embarrassed and just left.

Before I could make the next move, Fu Lin began to move through the crowd, his steps were very fast. The people around him made way like Moses parting the sea. His eyes were fixed on me, just like a person walking at night who would always look at the stars in the sky to determine the direction, and he did not easily lower his head and look away.

He seemed to penetrate the crowd and see through my heart.

I suddenly became an audience member, wondering what this is doing? What is this doing?

But then again, I found myself in the mindset of a character in a play, standing there in a daze, not knowing what to do, until I was finally hugged by Fu Lin.

Bro, you're OOC! ! !

Standing there, I felt my body becoming increasingly stiffer. The gazes around me were like countless torches, burning my face.

On this day, I experienced disaster, crossed the sea of ​​fire, and finally fell under this damn sight.

——Anubis April 02.

——The body of a young man was found dead at Grand Central Station, lying on the floor of the waiting hall. His face was pale, and his facial features were frozen in a complex expression - astonishment, pain, and seemingly a hint of helpless death. He was clean and tidy, and his clothes were spotless. There was no blood on the floor, not even a scratch.

——Cause of death: social death.

Just when I didn't know what to do, the phone dinged and an inorganic mechanical sound suddenly came to my ears.

[Congratulations to the host, the card character "Kang Li" is loved by everyone. You can get a second S-level character card. 】