Campfire Shelter

"She's really similar to the snow girl in the story. The people in the production department are also talented. Tsk, come here and let me take a closer look."

Colin waved to the "Snow Girl" floating in the air, and after letting it come closer, he began to conduct further research and observations on the "Snow Girl" in order to understand the basics so that she could better play her role.

Thirty minutes later, Colin tiredly raised the hand with the ring on it, and put the "Snow Girl" who was obviously very beautiful but was glaring at him with a vicious look back into the ring.

This thing absorbs physical energy and energy. Although it doesn't consume much, it is still a bit tiring.

Afterwards, Colin repaired the "analytical lens" and then took stock of all the special props he currently has.

"Time Stagnation", "Analytical Lens", "Muddy Energy Crystal", "Widow Snow Girl", "Revolver Retrograde", "Book of Laws Fragments", "Ring of the Flame Ruler", "False "The King", "The Servant of Money", "The Power of Gluttony·Mark", "Bone Spurs Made on the Arms of a Female Priest".

Colin didn't know it, but after calculation, he realized that the number of various props he carried on his body had reached eleven.

The number of possessions is already comparable to those of senior E-level or even D-level employees.

As for the quality, it is directly hanging.

Moreover, in addition to these, he still has seven to eight thousand points, and he can add new items at any time to continue to strengthen himself.

Just by buying items with an E energy level starting at one or two thousand points, you can buy five or six more, and you can even buy ten of the cheap items with poor effects!

"The task should be stable."

Colin nodded secretly, and after eating the pig's feet meal, he took a shower and lay down on the bed to sleep.

He had not had much rest for seven consecutive days and had to operate the "Snow Girl" again. He was really sleepy.

October twenty-fourth, six forty in the evening.

Black Forest subway station in the southern suburbs.

It seemed that it had just rained, the air was fresh and humid, and there were many puddles on the road. A taxi came from afar, passed over the potholes, and stopped in front of the subway station gate.

The car door opened, and Colin, wearing a large black woolen windbreaker, stepped out of the car and looked around this old place that had been gone for many years.

“Not much has changed, this place still has that slow-moving look.”

Colin raised his head and sighed. The unfamiliar yet familiar scenes around him reminded him of memories of playing life and death with other friends here.

When the subway station was still under construction, he and other friends of good character in the school formed a group to pick up unwanted "scrap copper and iron" on this construction site and sell them for popsicles.

The popsicles are delicious, but those who are not quick enough usually end up badly. They can only be taken home and eat fried meat with whips.

However, he did not remember it for too long. The motorcycle drivers who came up to collect customers interrupted his memories. After Colin refused their wave, he went straight to the subway station gate.

When he came here today, he also collected information about the Black Forest Subway Station from the Internet, but unfortunately the harvest was not very great.

Then he removed the location of the Black Forest Underground Station and asked his colleagues about the "Fog Train".

There are quite a few people who have sat on this thing

After a brief understanding, you probably know that the ride experience on this thing is different, but generally speaking, as long as it does not exceed three stops, there won't be any big problems.

The task requirement only asked him to sit for three stops.

After entering the subway station, Colin did not rush to buy a ticket. Instead, he walked around slowly inside the subway station. After taking note of the layout of the subway station, he went to the ticket office and bought a ticket. The latest was 23 :00 last subway ticket.

"Is it eleven o'clock at the latest?"

Colin put away the ticket stub.

Then, he deliberately found a massage chair with no one around, unplugged the massage chair, put his left hand deep into his coat pocket, pulled out a piece of parchment, shook it, spread his hands, and read it as if no one was watching.

It wasn't until 10:45, when the broadcast began to announce the last train news for the first time.

In the entire waiting hall, only Colin stood up.

He came to platform one alone.

"Rumble~"

The last train at eleven o'clock in the evening arrived at the station on time ten minutes later.

But Colin didn't go up, and still stood still.

However, I don’t know if it was an illusion, but after the last subway train left, everything on the platform within my line of sight began to become distorted, the brightness gradually turned pale, and the colors were exposed and dazzling.

The atmosphere started to get weird.

"Is it coming?"

Colin squinted his eyes and noticed that the time was now ten minutes past eleven, and the "fog train" would arrive in five minutes.

Another minute or two passed, and he suddenly noticed that there was some hazy haze floating in the subway station at some point. It was very light, but it made people feel uneasy.

The surrounding atmosphere became more and more depressing as time passed.

Time seemed to slow down.

Colin found that after the fog appeared, he began to have symptoms of being easily distracted.

However, before he could think about it.

"Kang Dang~ Bang Dang~ Bang Dang~"

There was a heavy sound of a train running over the tracks.

At the same time, Colin suddenly noticed that the surrounding haze was clearly visible, and everything around him seemed to be constantly disintegrating and decomposing except for him.

Glass, walls, signs, air, dust and microorganisms in the air, and even light, everything seems to be dissipating and assimilating into gray and white haze.

At this moment, it seemed that he was not standing at the entrance of the subway station, but on an isolated island, surrounded by endless gray fog.

But this is not the key, the key is the upcoming train.

"This 'clang, clang, clang, clang' sound doesn't sound like a subway or high-speed rail, it's more like a train, but this is obviously a seamless track."

Colin listened.

The difference between the movement of the subway is not small. At least it will not make the sound of "哐 哐 哐 地", but "Long Longlong". After all, this track is not like the gap of the trains.

This train made a "clang" sound while walking on the subway track. Does this mean that some kind of change has occurred in reality?

While Colin was thinking, a monotonous and pale train flute came from the dark tunnel entrance, from far to near.

With the sound of this sound, the surrounding haze seemed to be given life, squirming and twitching like flowing internal organs.

Soon, Colin saw a dim yellow light emerging from the darkness of the tunnel. This light revealed an inexplicable evil nature, and accompanied by an increasingly clear "clang" sound, it quickly approached the platform.

Blinking his eyes, Colin was suddenly startled when he saw an ancient train moving slowly in front of his sight.

It seemed to stop after a few seconds.

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Why, why did this suddenly come to me?

Colin's breath froze, and he shook his head vigorously, realizing that he seemed to be distracted again just now?

He remembered that he should have watched the train come out, but there was no memory of it coming out in his mind. It was as if the process from the train's emergence from the tunnel to its stop had been erased or omitted by some force.

Even in the last memory fragment, I still saw the lights in the tunnel.

In the blink of an eye, the train has stopped in front of us.