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"Brake system failure? And train No. 10 is going in the opposite direction?"

Listening to the news brought by Sheeran who squeezed back to his side, Fanning's head buzzed.

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"I don't know why it's so coincidental, and the problem is so low-level." Sheeran's face turned pale, "Train No. 10 had a power failure at the beginning and stopped temporarily. The train crew mistakenly thought it would be repaired soon, but in fact they just changed sides."

Without time to care about Erov who was concentrating on picking up dice on the ground behind him, Fanning grabbed Sheeran's hand.

The train here has passed Tulip Square Station, and the next stop is Tonaleson!

Derailment at high speed is scary enough, and hitting the wall is unimaginable.

What if two subway trains collide?

How many passengers are there on these two trains? ? ?

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"All of you move back! Go to the back carriage! Protect your head!!!"

The panicked passengers began to squeeze back, and the scene became chaotic. After a few breaths, the two rushed to the front. With a "bang", the invisible force and Fanning's leather shoes kicked open the door of the cab.

The cockpit was filled with the smell of incontinence. The man with white gloves shivered and made the last meaningless struggle on the mechanical operating table. At the far end of the straight tunnel, Fanning's spiritual sense had "seen" a ray of light that was not yet within the range of the naked eye.

"Can your 'wild' phase 'exile echo' let you escape?" Fanning turned around suddenly and asked in a deep voice.

Xilan bit her lip and answered quickly: "I can, and I can take you with me. You control your spirituality and let me exile together." She grabbed Fanning's arm, "But, there are probably one or two thousand passengers on these two trains."

"I'll stay to deal with those guys." Fanning said.

Xilan must not stay on the train, the risk factor is too high. If she has no ability to escape, Fanning can only use his body with the "candle" phase "expansion and contraction echo" to protect her and try his luck, but since he can evacuate, there is no need to take risks.

So the only difference is whether she takes Fanning with her.

There are probably more than one secret organization member among the passengers, and Fanning doesn't know how many accidental casualties are needed to support the opening of the "coincidence door".

He must save as many people as possible at the scene as soon as possible, which is not only to reduce family tragedy, but also to try to reduce the number of casualties to below the critical line of the door opening.

"Are you sure you can withstand the first impact of the collision?" Xilan stared at Fanning.

"Theoretically."

"Theoretically?"

"At a low level, I can block five bullets for you." Fanning saw that the lights of the No. 10 train at the end of the tunnel had entered the field of vision and gradually expanded.

It was slowing down, but it was a drop in the bucket, or even if it had stopped, it would not have prevented this major accident from happening.

"It's too late, you should retreat directly, don't stay after leaving, go and contact for help."

"Okay." Xilan said no more and let go of Fanning's arm.

The sense of "wildness" overflowing from her astral body instantly enveloped herself, and the whole person disappeared out of thin air, while the train continued to speed forward.

In front of her was a cold and boundless astral void, with no elements except the monotonous dim starlight.

This hidden astral layer is similar to the folded time and space of "Hidden Light", but it is not as wrong and contradictory as that, and it is also different from the overly chaotic and hazy dream. Its structure abides by the silence and seclusion of "Winter Wind", and also conforms to the balance and moderation of "Raven". It can be perceived that it corresponds to the world's appearance in spatial coordinates.

Xilan experienced the feeling of holding her breath in the water. She could control herself to dive out at any time before her inspiration suffocated, so that she would reappear in the original place of the tunnel and fall on the empty rails.

She locked a certain sensed direction and shuttled through the star world at high speed.

With the current inspiration strength, she could cruise for a short distance. Of course, compared with static suspension, this consumed more energy and the time she could "hold her breath" was shorter.

The next second, Xilan's figure emerged from the darkness out of thin air. This was already the emergency passage in the tunnel, about 500 meters away from the original disappearance.

"Ding ding ding!!!" The tunnel echoed with heavy and sharp sirens and heart-wrenching brake sounds.

She quickly ran to the edge of the passage, leaned her head toward one side of the tunnel, and the knuckles holding the handrail gradually tightened.

In this way, she could only see the empty rails and the back of the last carriage of the No. 9 train going away, as if everything was normal.

But the next moment, sparks and smoke burst out from the end of the dimness, and the cross-section of the rear of the carriage began to deflect, rise, derail, and drag and twist in his field of vision.

"Boom!——"

The loud noise arrived here a few seconds late, and the tunnel wall began to shake violently.

This tragic collision sound was not a one-time or one-time sound. It had no obvious decibel peak to distinguish, but a continuous meaningless chaotic noise, like the insane roar of a steel monster being dismembered and crushed.

The train that was originally lying on the rails in his field of vision was gradually torn and twisted into a pile of steel ruins that randomly filled the tunnel, and white smoke and flames began to seep out of the gaps.

Despite such a long distance, Xilan still felt cold hands and feet, a pounding heart, and difficulty breathing.

Dust and bricks fell everywhere, the train whistle had stopped, the crackling sound of burning and occasional explosions were still coming in waves, and there seemed to be unclear wailing, but the volume of the latter was too weak compared to the former, so that people suspected that it might be just a spiritual induction.

Looking at the corner of the tragic accident in the distance, Xilan suddenly felt a little regretful.

I have been a person with strong opinions since I was a child. I don’t know why every time I come to him, I always do what he thinks and it’s hard to refuse anything.

Even now, his explanation before separation still made me finally suppress the urge to go to the front to find him.

"If you show off, I will hate you." The little girl gritted her teeth and threw down a sentence, turned around and ran away.

…

Buzzing ears were filled with dense and illusory sounds.

After experiencing a series of earthquakes and dizziness, Fanning could no longer distinguish the relative relationship between his current landing point and the position where he squatted with his head in his arms in the front carriage at the beginning.

In fact, there must be almost no structure left in the carriage now. Those seemingly solid steels are no different from paper under high-speed collisions.

Fanning's mouth was full of dust, his vision was dark, his head was dizzy, and his nose was full of smoke, dust, metal particles and the smell of burnt smell.

In the long series of roars, scrapes and steel tearing noises before, the "expansion and contraction reverberation" on his etheric body relieved those overly violent collisions and explosion shock waves, and used the invisible power of the "key" phase to push away the compression caused by the slow deformation of nearby objects.

As for the flames and high temperatures, it is impossible for them to spread to his vicinity.

Maybe this layer of gelatinous light curtain can help me block five more bullets in the end. Fanning coughed a few times and spit out a few mouthfuls of dust.

After all, curling up with your hands to protect your head, shrinking in a corner to call on various invisible forces to survive, and standing upright between the tracks of two trains waiting to be hit are still fundamentally different.

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 probed a paper object in the darkness, and the next moment, a flame ignited.

It was a book called "Evil God Organization Pollution Identification and Prevention Manual", which illuminated a white and bloody female arm extending from the ruins.

When the bricks and steel plates above slowly separated, Fanning saw the head of the female music fan before, she was wearing a professional suit and had no breath, and blood was dripping from her hair like beads with broken strings.

In the twisted and narrow space where no one could stay, the last stroke of his signature could be seen in the incomplete corner of the playlist.

Fanning clenched and relaxed his fists, and more steel debris with sharp notches above were removed, 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 forces were called out one after another, and the surrounding large steel plates pushed the debris to make way. He walked more than ten steps, one deep and one shallow, and after stepping over more corpses than the number of steps, he heard a faint and miserable "ho ho" sound.

Fanning'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 shoulders of the bearded gentleman were extinguished immediately.

"Commander Fanning, oh, it hurts so much, I can't move, oh, oh, oh" His face was twisted with blue veins, his chest rose and fell violently, and one hand was frozen in the air and shook mechanically.

"Hold on." Fanning controlled the large piece of steel bar curled and exposed cement slab above him to float up, ready to pull him up.

Then Fanning despairingly found that one of his lower legs was turned over from the knee in the opposite direction, and the other leg was almost cut off and disappeared, and even the ground was stained with visceral tissue fluid with a layer of skin.

"This is a prank, right?" He took Fanning's hand and stared at him hopefully, as if he saw the last straw.

Obviously he hoped that Fanning could say something encouraging like "there is still hope".

Fanning's lips moved, not knowing what to say, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much, ah, ah, ah" Many keywords emerged uncontrollably in Mark's mind, records, signing, profit sharing, operation, rating, income, and then he wanted to remind Fanning "Run fast, it may collapse", and finally all kinds of pictures, but no matter what, the only things that really came out were repeated words and wailing.

He gradually closed his eyelids and his wrist dropped.

"Fuck!" Fanning kicked the steel plate next to him fiercely, and the anger in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

A huge rock with a sharp edge collapsed from above, and when it was about to approach Fanning's head, it quietly floated in the air, and then was moved away in parallel.

Yes, go to the back and take a look. He shook his head hard to calm himself down.

Generally speaking, the location here is still too close to the front of the impact. If it was the rear, there would be more or less survivors, and it would not be as tragic as it is now.

His inspiration thread penetrated the layers of ruins, and just determined the direction of the two ends of the narrower tunnel wall, suddenly, from somewhere outside the gap in the ruins, there was a light "crackling" sound.

It sounded like a small piece of glass breaking, and then he "smelled" a colorless and odorless gas in the air, but it made the spirit feel a faint sense of alertness.

Layers of accumulation were removed, and Fanning crawled out of the collapsed material. He saw that the two subway trains had been squeezed into a shorter and thicker swollen wreckage. The ruins overflowed beyond the entire railroad track and filled two-thirds of the tunnel height. Flames were everywhere, and the fire was even very fierce in many places.

A yellow and white ghost-like figure floated over from above, and every ten meters or so, an object similar to a silver glass rod was thrown down by it.

Perfumer? Fanning still remembered her vaporized escape method at the graduation concert.

He tried to prevent the object from falling to the ground and breaking, but later found it useless, because it was not a container at all, but a solid crystal with a volatile composition similar to the silver-white liquid "spirit softener".

Thinking of the corpses scattered all over the train wreckage and the investigation news about the Langefni Poorhouse that Hiran had told him before, Fanning began to have some uneasy premonitions in his heart.

"You are 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 bullets passed through the perfumer's ghostly gaseous body, which seemed to have a certain obstruction to her movements, but she still did not stop throwing the glass rod in her hand.

The crisp crackling sounds came one after another.

The steel plate suspended above the wreckage of the train suddenly took Fanning and rushed forward.

The perfumer was surprised. She probably didn't expect Fanning to chase her in this way, and the speed was abnormally fast. In a blink of an eye, he closed the distance with her.

Her ghostly figure made a gesture of looking up to take medicine, so the overall color became lighter, and the distance was pulled away again.

"Mr. Fanning? Haha, Ms. Sylvia guessed right, you still have a wavering choice in the right path"

Does that woman really know what I am like? Fanning's eyes condensed.

When he returned to the hotel after returning from the top of the conversation building to review, he felt that something was wrong.

And for some reason, these evil god organizations always speak in their own way, with a strong sense of reason and self-righteousness, which makes Fanning feel very confused and physically uncomfortable every time.

As if he had a chance to breathe, the perfumer said again with a smile: "But it doesn't matter, this is a normal process. The hesitation during the journey does not affect our destination."

Fanning's eyes flashed with cold light, and he spat out the dust in his mouth, took out the "Old Day" from his lapel and started to fly. Then the flying speed of the steel plate under his feet gradually increased again, increasing by at least twice.

And as the baton was drawn, one after another steel pipes in the wreckage below were pulled out like twisting a dough, and under his control, they shot towards the perfumer with jagged cross-sections.

"The destination is your mother, I will kill one of you who show your head today."