musicians of old

The huge body of the train moved inch by inch on the track again, and the speed became faster and faster.

"Erov? Why him?" Sheeran faced the poster area, but she shifted her gaze to the other side to prevent the intuitive inspiration of those with knowledge from discovering the strangeness of being looked at.

"I don't know, but obviously, the revelation of the black and white poster ends here, and the next factor that is drawn out is him." Fan Ning, with his back to the poster, leaned close to one of her shoulders again in a whisper, "You go to the plainclothes The police show their ID and ask them to take you to the cab."

"What about you?" Sheeran asked.

"I'll go talk to him." Fanning smoothed his thin suit, baton still buckled inside.

I don't know what the possibility of the accident is. Could it be that the tunnel collapse or steam accumulation is really the same as the media criticized in the early stage?
The posters had been stuck upright, Mark squeezed into the aisle further ahead, the staff bent over and took away the old newspapers, and "Experience Officer" Eroff sat back in his seat.

The next moment, Fan Ning pushed aside the crowd and sat down on another seat vacated under the poster.

He had apparently taken the seat of another gentleman who had vacated his place.

However, the gentleman who was waiting to return to his place was a little dazed at the moment, and he didn't feel that something was wrong, nor did he criticize or express dissatisfaction.

because
"Mr. Fanning!?"

"Is he the conductor at the Saint Lenia Symphony Orchestra concert?"

"Of course, I just got his autograph the night before."

"Is this the Mr. Musician in the poster on the wall? Ah, what a novel way of publicity, I seem to have suddenly become interested."

"Where is Miss Hiran? I want to see Miss Hiran"

The passengers who were originally crowded into the subway did not pay attention to the young man and woman standing face to face. Now not only two music fans suddenly recognized Fan Ning, but even more passers-by started to take posters The silhouette of the face on the pale gray background contrasted with that of Fanning seated below.

"Mr. Conductor, look, I have put your signature in the briefcase by default."

A music fan wearing a white silk scarf and dressed as an urban professional woman showed him the concert playlist she had collected.

Fanning smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

Then he leaned sideways and warned Eroff next to him in a very soft voice: "I hope you are an ordinary passenger today."

The moment he heard Erof's voice before, he thought of two countermeasures: secretly observe and track him, and take action when he makes special moves; or directly enter his field of vision, so that he can be deterred and dare not act rashly.

This person was the instigator of the watch factory incident, and he was also the one who first tried to attack Sheeran in the underground gathering. Naturally, Fan Ning would not let him escape today. In a special and closed environment with dense crowds, this is to bet on the risk of a vicious accident, so Fan Ning carefully considered and chose the latter method.

"In theory, I'm definitely not." Eroff, who recognized Fanning, shrugged, "But follow Ms. Sylvia's prompt, if you insist on stopping me, let me be an ordinary passenger, Then, you are the one who is not ordinary.” …

What a mess of logic.Fanning whipped out a black automatic pistol and put it on his forehead.

"what!

The passengers who saw this scene screamed and took a few steps back, almost pushing the crowd standing behind them down.

How could this well-behaved artist want to commit murder in the blink of an eye? ?

However, a male music fan who knew about Fanning’s first performance of the "First Symphony" explained loudly at this time: "Everyone calm down! Mr. Fanning is not only a great musician, but also an imperial musician. A member of the special agency special patrol office, this guy must be a fugitive, he is catching fugitives!"

"Yes, or this guy is the leader of the evil god organization. The newly released "Evil God Organization Pollution Identification and Prevention Manual" has such knowledge popularized!" The female music fan next to him holding the track list echoed.

The screaming in the crowd subsided a little, but the restless passengers, including them, were pushing back as far as they could, leaving a wider and wider circle.

"Calm down, why are you still using this method? You are not the lawyer who knows the secret of "doing it all". Is this threatening my life or the lives of the passengers?" Erov said in a tone Still relaxed.

Fanning stared at him coldly with his white glove at his gun.

The people here are too dense, he just deters them not to act rashly, and also alerts the passengers.

This person does have a series of concealment and bullet-avoiding abilities, but his means are far more than just a pistol.

"Get off the train! Excuse me, sir! I'm about to get off the train!" The train immediately entered the Tulip Square Station, and someone began to urge the passengers standing next to the train door to exchange places with themselves.

"I'm here too." "I'm going to Tulip Square too." "Line in line normally, ma'am."

Most of the passengers responded one after another.

No matter which station your destination is, it is always safest to get off at the next stop.

No one wants to be around a violent or mysterious event that may be imminent.

But Fanning immediately felt that something was wrong.

It has been several minutes since the train started last time, why is there no sign of slowing down?Is it because I don't know much about the subway lines, and the distance between these two stations is relatively far?
"Slow down and stop! We're almost at the stop, why don't you slow down today?"

Although it was impossible for the driver to hear it, some passengers in the crowd yelled in the direction of the cab. Fan Ning had a vague premonition when he heard these words.

The tunnel outside became a little brighter,
Then Fan Ning saw the brightly lit platform with a large number of business advertisements from the window, and saw the blank expressions of the waiting passengers with their shoulders folded.

They passed quickly in front of their eyes, and then were left far behind by the train.

"What's the situation, the stop plan has been changed? What happened to the people waiting for the bus?"

"I didn't see that the railway company gave advance notice."

"What the hell? You don't stop at the biggest Tulip Square station today!?"

Amidst the panicked discussions of the passengers, Fanning's uneasiness became more and more intense.

At this time, Eroff took out a handful of things from his trouser pocket and threw them into the sky. …

"What are you doing!?" Suddenly, Fan Ning didn't choose to ignore him, but threw a few threads of inspiration to wrap around the objects in the air.

He was going to use the invisible power of the "key" to keep them in the air, or if he sensed too dangerous a sign, he would simply use the "candle" to burn them.

However, he immediately discovered that they were just seven dice with uniform texture, ordinary materials, and no abnormal colors under his spiritual perception.

"Relax, it's all common stuff, it's just a test." Erof suddenly smiled nervously, "I just want to make sure if this is the last more transcendent experience."

There was a crackling sound, and without any interference, the dice fell one after another, flipping and jumping in the open space before stopping.

All seven are pointing up at six o'clock.

……

"People who use the 'Twins' style candles at home say that they bought a few when they saw a friend buying them at home or selling them in a store; The store is selling it, or the customer wants to buy it, so I will make a few."

"This is simply a self-certifying cycle without a head"

At Tonaresen Station, an official from the Police Department is reporting the confessions of several people involved in recent accidents.

Lu pursed his lips tightly to listen to the report, holding a hammer in his hand that resembled a timpani stick with a peculiar stormy air.

"Don't worry, Mr. Adair, you still stay here to dispatch."

Joan stood on the edge of the tunnel, looking at the light from the far-off train, "Vice President Huxley's inspection point happened to be train No. 10. He was on the train, and the plainclothes police gentlemen worked together to maintain order. It's going to be a big problem."

Squeezing, squeaking—a noise similar to electric current rang out.

Next to Lu, a machine with long iron wires and a heavy metal body held by a technician floated a voice: "Platform group, the fault of train No. 10 has been checked as quickly as possible. After testing the power system It has been restored and the train can start immediately."

"Received." The technician replied quickly.

This is a two-way radio AM walkie-talkie with an invention history of about twenty years. After several industrial technology upgrades in the empire, its weight has been reduced to less than 4 kilograms, and the communication distance has been increased to 2.2 meters.

Lu, who closed his pocket watch, breathed a sigh of relief: "It was estimated that the repair time would be 20 minutes, but these people solved it in 2 minutes, which is surprisingly good."

He was finally satisfied with the professional ability and efficiency of his subordinates.

In the distance, technicians climbed out of the bottom of the train one after another and returned to work.

The last one to get out was the disgraced driver. He patted his clothes casually, then took off his helmet and trotted all the way to the front of the train.

The sound of footsteps echoed layer by layer, the perspective camera in the tunnel was shaken, and the gas lamps every five meters on the steel wall dispelled the darkness.

"Since when have the light bulbs here been changed to the same style as the 'Twins' version candles? Is the railway company also pursuing fashion like this?"

Slightly distracted, he glanced at the gas lamp in the tunnel, and when he saw the two ellipsoid-like superimposed lamp bodies in the metal bracket, he briefly revealed such thoughts. …

Then climb up the ladder, get in the car, and lock the door.

After a few breaths, Joan, who was standing on the edge of the platform, rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

Why can't the headlights of the car in the distance be seen?

The train began to move its huge steel body slowly. Huxley leaned on the corner seat of the carriage and closed his eyes to meditate. His eyes suddenly opened.

The passengers, who were already frightened, became even more restless now.

Why did you turn around and start driving?This hasn't reached the terminal yet?
Lu rushed to the walkie-talkie and squatted down, shouting, "Train set 10, what the hell are you doing?"

Bark, bark, bark - except for the noise of a snowflake, there was no response.

"Mr. Huxley, by the way, I saved your life at the graduation concert."

In the rear compartment of the original direction, a skinny man with sunken eyes in a soft felt hat blocked the door of the cab and greeted Huxley politely.

Under his feet was a wireless walkie-talkie that was freezing and cracked.

"Benjamin, get out of the way if you don't want to die." Huxley pulled out a graver knife with a blue cold light, and the two policemen behind were also aiming at the pistols with tense bodies, and two meters behind them were huddled A slice of passengers.

As a member who fought the secret organization to the death in the graduation concert event, the school expressed gratitude and rewards for the contributions of itself and Principal Sternike.

Since the two performed the secret ritual provided by Fan Ning, they were successively ruled out by the school of thought and the Special Patrol Office, and attended Fan Ning's concert and celebration banquet in good condition.

Those delirious nightmares that I hope will never be experienced again.

Early this morning, he received an order from the headquarters. He was transferred from a certain electroplating factory to the subway station for reinforcements to inspect the train. Principal Sternika has been inspecting the Tulip Square subway station.

I thought it was a boring day sitting in the corner watching the passengers, but I didn't expect to encounter this unexpected incident, and this crazy investigator appeared out of nowhere.

Huxley faintly felt that the situation was serious.

"Of course I won't die, but I'm willing to save your life again." Benjamin said, "Your situation is very dangerous now, some kind of evil secret ritual has polluted you and gradually destroyed your hard-won Aesthetics and vitality."

"This bunch of lunatics." Huxley didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and threw the carving knife directly at his heart.

Benjamin didn't dodge, the cyan streamer flashed past, like a needle point piercing a balloon, a huge gap was split in his chest instantly, colorful slurry exploded, and a gorgeous and weird scene was sprayed on the cab door. abstract painting.

"This is the appearance of the Holy Spring drawn by you yourself." Benjamin's head was tilted, and something like paint began to overflow from his mouth and nose.

Huxley, who was originally frowning, suddenly felt that something that had been suppressed in his spirituality became active again after seeing this scene.

Including the police and passengers behind them, their eyes gradually changed from nervous to dull, and then to a kind of cherished appreciation.

……

In the cab separated by the door, the driver who had increased his speed to the upper limit suddenly had a brain shake.

Speaking of which, why is the fault repair speed so fast today?
In two minutes, in fact, my group of people did almost no substantive work. It seemed that the power transmission system could suddenly work normally again.

Looking at the straight tunnel rails in front of him and the gas lamps rapidly retreating from both sides, he gradually began to feel that something was wrong.

Isn't it only the last kilometer from Tonalesen Station? Why haven't I seen the platform yet! ?
Hell, could it be that what a few people were checking underneath just now was the normal front of the car at the other end?

No one found such a low-level problem?

There was a chilling shiver all over his body, and he stepped on the brakes hard.

I, who was jogging all the way just now, seemed to be on the wrong side too!
The Tonaresen platform twenty seconds ago.

"Other trains that have issued a temporary stop order are asked to restart, and follow train No. 10 to make a U-turn and go retrograde for temporary avoidance. Be careful to control the speed of the train so that it does not run into the rear or be rear-ended. The next step is to wait for specific scheduling! Hurry up! Hurry up!
"

Faced with the silent intercom and the unnatural operation of train No. 10, Lu didn't even have time to swear. He forced himself to calm down and issued a series of instructions immediately.

As a result, the breathless words of the staff who ran from behind scared him almost out of his body!

"Mr. Adair, the adjacent No. 9 train, huh... It seems that the brake system has failed!
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