Old-time musicians

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

"Elov? Why him?" Sheeran was facing the poster area, but she shifted her gaze to the other side to prevent the intuition of a knowledgeable person 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 it leads to is him." Fan Ning, who had his back to the poster, approached her shoulder again in a whispering manner, "You go to that plainclothes man Show your ID to the police and ask them to take you to the cab."

"What about you?" Sheeran asked.

"I'll go talk to him." Fan Ning smoothed his thin suit, with the baton still on the inside.

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I don’t know where the possibility of the accident lies. Could it be that the tunnel collapsed or steam accumulated as criticized by the media in the early days?

The poster had been pasted firmly, Mark squeezed into the aisle farther forward, the staff leaned over and took away the old newspaper, and "Experience Officer" Erov sat back in his seat.

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

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

However, the gentleman who was waiting to return looked a little confused at the moment. He did not feel that anything was wrong, nor did he criticize or express dissatisfaction.

because

"Mr. Fanning!?"

"He's the conductor at the Santa Maria Symphony Orchestra concert, right?"

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

"Is this the musician in the poster on the wall? Ah, what a novel way of publicity this is, I seem to be suddenly interested."

"Where's Miss Sheeran? I want to see Miss Sheeran"

Passengers who were originally squeezing into the subway did not pay attention to the young man and woman standing face to face before. Now not only two music fans suddenly recognized Fan Ning, but even more passers-by started to pick up posters. The silhouette of the face on the pale gray background is compared with Fanning sitting below.

"Mr. Conductor, you see, 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 her collection of concert playlists.

Fan Ning smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

Then he turned sideways and warned Erov in a very soft voice: "I hope you are an ordinary passenger today."

The moment he heard Erov's voice, he thought of two solutions: secretly observe and follow him, and take action when he makes special moves; or directly enter his field of vision to intimidate him and not dare to act rashly.

This person was the instigator of the watch factory incident and the first person in the underground party who tried to attack Sheeran. Fan Ning would naturally not let him escape today. The former method allowed him to take more initiative, but here In a special and closed environment with dense crowds, this was a bet on the risk of a serious accident, so Fan Ning thought carefully and chose the latter method.

"Theoretically, I'm certainly not." Erov, who recognized Fanning, shrugged, "But according to Ms. Sylvia's tips, if you insist on stopping me, let me be an ordinary passenger. Then you are the one who is extraordinary.”

What a mess of logic. Fan Ning whipped out a black automatic pistol and put it on his head.

"ah!

"The surrounding passengers who saw this scene screamed and took a few steps back, almost squeezing over the people standing behind.

How could this elegant artist want to commit murder in the blink of an eye? ?

However, a male fan who had learned about Fan Ning’s previous premiere of “Symphony No. 1” loudly explained in half-informed words: “Calm down, everyone! Mr. Fan Ning is not only a great musician, but also an empire. A member of the Special Patrol Department, this guy must be a fugitive, and he is catching fugitives!”

"Yes, maybe this guy is the leader of the Evil God Organization. The just-released "Evil God Organization's Contamination Identification and Prevention Manual" has such knowledge popularized in it!" The female music fan next to her holding the track list agreed.

The screams in the crowd were a little quieter, but the restless passengers, including them, were pushing back as much as possible, 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 "Exhaustion". Are you threatening my life or the lives of the passengers?" Erov said in the same tone. easy.

Fan Ning's white gloves held a gun and stared at him coldly.

The people here are really too dense, he just deterred them not to act rashly, and also made the passengers wary.

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

"Get off! Excuse me, sir! I'm getting off soon!" The train immediately drove into Tulip Plaza Station, and someone began to urge the passengers standing next to the train door to switch places with them.

"I'm here too." "I'm also going to Tulip Square." "Just line up normally, ma'am."

Most of the passengers responded one after another.

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

No one wants to be around a situation where violence or mystery may be imminent.

But Fan Ning immediately felt that something was wrong.

It has been several minutes since the train last started. Why is there no sign of slowing down? Is it because I don’t know much about the subway lines yet, and the two stations are quite far apart?

"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, there were passengers in the crowd who shouted in the direction of the cab. Fan Ning had a vague premonition after hearing this.

The tunnel outside became slightly brighter,

Then Fan Ning saw from the window the brightly lit platform with a large number of businesses, and saw the confused expressions of the waiting passengers.

They passed quickly before their eyes and were left far behind by the train.

"What's going on? The stopover plan has been changed? What's going on with the people waiting for the bus?"

"I didn't see any advance notice from the railway company."

"What the hell? You're not stopping at the largest Tulip Square station today!?"

Amid the panicked comments from the passengers, Fan Ning's uneasiness became more intense.

At this time, Erov's hand that was originally in his trouser pocket took out a handful of things and threw it into the sky.

"What are you doing!?" Something unexpected happened. Fan Ning chose not to pay attention to him, but instead threw a few threads of inspiration to wrap up the object in the air.

He originally planned to use the invisible power of the "key" to keep them in the air, or if he sensed signs of danger, he would simply burn them with the "candle".

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

"Relax, they are all common people, just testing." Erov suddenly showed a nervous smile, "I just want to make sure whether this is the last, more transcendent experience."

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

All seven have six o'clock facing up.

…

"People who use the 'twin' style candles at home said they saw a friend buying one or they were selling it in a store, so they bought a few. People who sell 'twin' style candles in the store said they saw a friend buying it. The store was selling them, or customers wanted to buy them, so I made a few of them.”

"This is simply a self-evident cycle without a head."

At Toneraison Station, an official from the Police Security Department was reporting on the statements of several people involved in recent accidents.

Lu pursed his lips to listen to the report, holding a hammer in his hand that resembled a timpani stick with a faint air of strange storm air.

"Don't worry, Mr. Adair, you should stay here for dispatch."

Qiong stood on the edge of the tunnel, looking at the bright light of the car that was about to stop in the distance. "Vice President Huxley's inspection point happened to be the No. 10 train. With him on the car and the plainclothes policemen working together to maintain order, no matter how There will be too big a problem.”

Blah blah blah, blah blah – a noise similar to electric current sounded.

Next to Lu, a machine with a long iron wire and a heavy metal body, which was carried by a technician, made a voice: "Platform team, the fault of train No. 10 has been rectified 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 AM radio walkie-talkie with a history of about 20 years of invention. 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 kilometers.

Lu closed his pocket watch and breathed a sigh of relief: "The repair time was estimated to be 20 minutes, but these people actually solved it in 2 minutes. It was surprisingly good."

He was finally satisfied with the business abilities 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 person to emerge was the disgraced driver. He casually patted his clothes, took off his helmet and ran all the way to the front of the train.

The sound of footsteps echoed layer by layer, the perspective camera in the tunnel was shaking, and the gas lamps every five meters on the steel walls dispersed the gloom.

"Since when have the light bulbs here been replaced with the same style as the 'Twin' version of candles? Is the railway company also pursuing fashion so much?"

With his slightly distracted energy, he glanced at the gas lamp in the tunnel. When he saw the lamp body stacked like two ellipses in the metal bracket, he briefly expressed this thought.

Then he climbed up the stairs, got into the car, and locked the door.

After a few breaths, Joan stood on the edge of the platform and rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

Why can't I see the headlights of the car in the distance?

The train began to slowly move its huge steel body. Huxley, who was leaning on the seat in the corner of the carriage with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

The already frightened passengers became even more restless.

Why did you still turn around and start driving? We haven’t reached the terminal yet?

Lu rushed to the radio and squatted down and shouted: "Train No. 10, what are you doing?"

Blah blah blah, blah blah – there was no response except the noise of a snowflake.

"Mr. Huxley, speaking of which, I saved your life at the graduation concert."

In the rear carriage in the original direction, a skinny man with sunken eye sockets wearing a soft felt hat blocked the cab door and greeted Huxley politely.

Under his feet was a wireless walkie-talkie that had been cracked by the cold weather.

"Benjamin, if you don't want to die, get out of the way." Huxley pulled out a carving knife with a cold green light. The two policemen behind him also tensely aimed their pistols, and two meters behind him were two policemen. Passengers huddled together.

As a member who fought to the death with the secret organization during the graduation concert incident, the school expressed its gratitude and reward to itself and Principal Sternikai for their contributions.

Since the two of them performed the secret ritual provided by Fan Ning, the school and the Special Patrol Office successively eliminated the risk of contamination, and they also attended Fan Ning's concert and celebration banquet in good condition.

Those delirious nightmares I hope never to experience again.

After receiving an order from the headquarters early this morning, he was transferred from a certain electroplating factory to the subway station for reinforcements and inspected the train. Principal Sternikai has been inspecting the Tulip Square subway station.

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

Huxley felt vaguely that the situation was serious.

"Of course I won't die, but I am willing to save your life again." Benjamin said, "Your current situation is very dangerous. Some evil secret ritual has polluted you and gradually destroyed you." Gain aesthetics and vitality.”

"These crazy people are crazy." Huxley didn't want to talk nonsense to him, so he threw the carving knife directly at his heart.

Benjamin did not dodge, and the cyan stream of light flashed past, like a needle popping a balloon. A huge gap opened in his chest instantly, and colorful slurry exploded, splattering a gorgeous picture on the cab door. Weird abstract painting.

"This is the holy spring you drew with your own hands." Benjamin's head tilted, and something like paint began to leak out of his mouth and nose.

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

Including the police and passengers behind him, their eyes gradually changed from nervousness to dullness, and then to cherished appreciation.

…

In the cab across the door, the driver, who had already increased his speed to the prescribed upper limit, suddenly had a thought.

Speaking of which, why is today’s fault repair speed so fast?

For two minutes, my group of people actually did almost no substantive work. It seemed that the power transmission system was suddenly able to operate normally again.

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

Isn’t it only the last kilometer away from Tona Laisen Station? Why haven’t we seen the platform yet? ?

Damn it, could it be that what a few people were checking underneath was the normal front end of the car at the other end?

No one discovered such a low-level problem?

A shudder ran through his body and he stepped hard on the brakes.

It seems that I, who was trotting all the way just now, ended up on the wrong side!

The Tonalaisen platform twenty seconds ago.

"Other trains that have been issued temporary stop orders are asked to restart and follow the No. 10 train group to turn around and go in the opposite direction. Give way temporarily. Pay attention to controlling the speed and not to rear-end or be rear-ended. The next step will be scheduled later! Hurry! Hurry!

"

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

As a result, the staff member running from behind said something breathless, which scared him so much that he almost left his body!

"Mr. Adair, it seems that the braking system of the adjacent No. 9 train has failed!

"