"An hour? It's not too tight. Can I see the exact time now? You don't know, I'm a bit of an obsessive-compulsive sensitive. Wright asked, getting up and leaning over to Peter, looking curiously at his mechanical watch.

"This won't work. Peter hurriedly covered his watch and pointed to the other end of the carriage, "There's an old-fashioned clock there, and if you're obsessed with time, it's more accurate." In fact, time is a thing, sometimes you pay attention to it, but it is not accurate. When you look at it casually, maybe it's inaccurate again. ”

"What? "Is the watch a thing from the past?" Wright said curiously, but without looking at Peter's wrist, he chuckled and moved to the back of the carriage.

"Eight-thirty-five, right. Why numbers, maybe it would be better if it were Roman characters. Wright teased, looking back at the empty carriage and Peter continued:

"You know, occult researchers are very sensitive to numbers. We don't want to touch this kind of thing unless we have to. ”

"Numbers? He's the product of human ingenuity. Physics and science in these decades have been based on mathematics. If you avoid numbers, you can't talk about any discipline. Peter retorted, and then took off the mechanical watch with a double-headed eagle carved on his arm behind his back with his hands behind his back.

But behind all of this is philosophy and theology. You should have heard of it, this world, the world," Wright was just about to say the word in his head, but the image of the middle-aged bewitching woman like Medusa in his dream just now came to his mind.

"What's the world?" asked Peter, interested, as he also put the mechanical watch all the way into his pants pocket at the back of his butt.

Now he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"This world is a terrible dream of the Creator. His sleeping mind creates everything that belongs to this world. We enjoy the creation of his fantastical mind, but if someone inadvertently awakens him, then our world will disappear in an instant. It's as if we don't exist anymore. Behold, what a frightening story, Peter. Wright continued, deliberately pretending to be very scared.

If there were more people in the train carriage at this time, it would be full of joyful atmosphere.

"Hahaha, do you still believe this? But then again, I did believe in a god. But he never gave me anything, not even answered my prayers. So now I have abandoned him and come to find the truth myself. Peter said.

"Searching for the truth? Is it on this train? There is no truth to be found here, only someone who really cares about you. No, sometimes the people who are willing to pay attention to you are not really willing, they just want to hear some stories from you. Wright smiled, walked to the position where he had just sat down, and repeated the first half of the action before going to sleep.

Rumble!

Just as he was about to sit down, the train shook violently as if it had been hit by something.

Wright was fine, after all, he was still sitting in his seat, and Peter's situation was not so comfortable.

He opened his mouth to say something, but his attention was all on Wright, but the sudden impact made his hands unable to find a point of support, and as a last resort, he put his right hand on his left and his left hand on his right, and fell to his knees in an extremely strange position.

"Shhhh

However, Wright only squinted at Peter's series of movements, as a former Imperial soldier and college graduate, he was not willing to lower his status to support a humble train attendant.

"Chief, what's going on?" asked Peter, opening the door and poking his head in.

"Peter," said a deep voice from the middle, a beast-like voice that surprised Peter, "I don't know, I'm depressed too." You said that the train was going well, but it was like it had hit something. The front lights were on, and I looked closely, but there was nothing. ”

"Could it be an earthquake, I heard that there are quite a few earthquake records in the town in front of me. Peter guessed.

"Maybe. But it's pretty fast now, and it's estimated that it will take less than twenty minutes to get there. Anyway, we don't have anyone on this train, if this happens again, we will be in a few days., huh, hey, what are you going to do?" the conductor looked a little angry, and after cursing, he re-controlled the train as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Peter coming over again, Wright straightened up slightly, straightened the expedition glasses on his head, put on the yellow round hat with desert characteristics, and asked:

"What's up ahead, Peter?"

"It's nothing," Peter paused, and then said again, "like an earthquake." This place has been getting more and more wrong since the heavy snowfall last year. ”

"What snow?" Wright asked, as he put the backpack he was about to carry on his lap, as he seemed to be interested.

"It's not the one where hundreds of people were buried. Although it is common for us in the Avantley Empire and the tribes under the jurisdiction of the Empire to snow, it is impossible for those places near the northern part of the Flame Empire to have snow as high as two people. I don't know what happened last year, but half of the desert was snowing, which really doesn't bode well. Peter said with a worried look on his face.

Wright didn't answer him immediately, but pursed his lips, and after thinking about it, he said with a little consideration:

"There is a proverb in the Flame Empire to the south of us, I don't know if you've heard of it. ”

"What proverb?" said Peter.

"Good snowfall is always a symbol of a new and good year, well, that's pretty much what it translates to. You know, the nobles of Ice City like to use the Crucified language, and our border town of Shamonta likes to use the native language of Greater Winterley. But no matter what language it is translated, the general meaning does not change, and that's pretty much it. Wright replied, glancing out the window.

It's not that dark, Wright thought to himself.

"Anyway, the town of Shamonta that is about to arrive is not a border city, although it is not very big, but it is still larger than many cities in the northernmost part of our southern empire. And the Flame Empire is now in chaos, and our army has just captured a few cities. Peter knew that Wright had just retired, but he was still going to ask tentatively.

After all, his profession is more than just a flight attendant.

"Guankou Town, Far North City, right. Wright replied, because he didn't know how to translate, he directly transliterated it in the non-standard Chinese language of the Fire Empire, and some of the alphabet readings mixed with Cruster phonetics.

"That's right. Peter said.

As they spoke, the speed of the train began to slow down gradually, and within a few seconds, a loud whistle reached the ears of the two men.

"Here we are," said Peter, hurriedly putting on his white gloves and looking around the train, "it seems like you're a guest." ”

"Yes, from Bingqi City, isn't it just me who sits all the way from our capital to the border town? You see, the platform here is still the same as it was six or seven years ago, and there is no change at all. Wright teased, expertly carrying his backpack from behind him, and touching the wonderful snowflake pattern by the way.

Ding, ding, ding, ding......

A rhythmic reminder sound comes from near the train, which is a reminder for every passenger to prepare for the last few seconds to arrive at the station.

In general, people who are ready to get out of the car should pack their bags and it is best not to pull anything down.

"Stopped. Peter, feeling the stillness he had not felt for a long time, said:

"It's time to get there, Wright, you can get off the bus. If I had the chance, I'd love to talk to you about the occult again. You are in this direction of research, and I wish you success in this area in the future, sir. It's time to get off at the station. ”

With that, Peter bowed to Wright, expertly inserted the key beside him into the semi-square hole, twisted it a few times, and the side door of the train was easily opened.

"I'm looking forward to meeting you again. But it could be a month away, if there's anything here worth a few more days, or if I miss my hometown beyond my future, maybe maybe a few years from now, not necessarily. But I'm lucky to have met someone like you here. Wright said, holding out his hand to greet Peter, and without looking back, he walked towards the unmanned platform and the outside, which didn't take much distance.

"We're on our way, sir. Peter closed the door back and shouted ahead.

The green-skinned train that was commonly used by the Avantley Empire also faded away in the night, disappearing at the end of the railroad tracks that looked a little old in the town of Shamonta.

......

Wright's footsteps walked briskly across the slightly dim sky and the yellow sandy land.

After six or seven years away from his hometown, his heart gradually became excited.

He had indeed been away from this place for so long that when he saw these unchanging buildings again, the familiar feeling in his heart gradually evoked his feelings of longing, and he had to speed up his pace a little.

"Is this the emotion called longing?" Wright whispered, looking up.

Not far from his sight, counting from the stone path, he could already vaguely see the iconic domed church and the statue of the great man of the town that had been erected.

He had never understood, nor had he been curious about the owner of the statue's description, but those directional things made him have to speed up his pace again.

Under the influence of the two feelings of longing and longing, Wright, illuminated by the faint light, seemed to see a dark shadow floating quickly in front of him.

"Who is it?" Wright was startled, and his footsteps stopped, almost shouting the words.

He had just woken up from a strange dream, and he couldn't help but get nervous when he saw some unknown shadows in the darkness, and his right hand gradually reached for the old revolver on his waist.

"Stop, don't move!"

A childish voice with a slight eerie voice came from behind Wright, and the cold wind blew down, causing beads of sweat the size of beans to appear on his face.