The train station is so old that most of the people in the city have forgotten that it exists.

It stood there silently, let the wind and rain blow, even though it was full of holes.

At night, it is the dark corner of every city, silently watching the lights in the distance, the bustle and hustle, until the prosperity is over, and the sunshine of the new day is sprinkled on its body.

At three o'clock in the morning, it was quiet as if I had fallen asleep. Only the rain that has fallen into disrepair is constantly dripping with rain, "tick-tock, tick-tock". The large light bulb hanging from the ceiling was flickering, as if it was going to go out at any moment. In its illumination, the white-and-green painted walls of the seventies show signs of weathered old age.

Despite this, it continued to carry out its mission until the day when it could no longer be overwhelmed.

The light bulb, which had been flickering on and off, suddenly lit up, as if it was welcoming a lonely traveler.

In the darkness, an inky figure emerged from within. It was a young man with a deep black shirt, black trousers, black leather shoes, and even his hair was as black as ink.

He walked slowly to the platform and looked into the distance, as if waiting for something. The breeze ruffled his black hair, revealing a delicate face.

"Whew". The young man exhaled heavily, as if adjusting his emotions. Then he pulled the backpack on his left shoulder and pulled out a pack of cheap cigarettes from his pocket.

Lighting a cigarette, he took a hard puff, and his mood seemed to calm down a lot, at least, his hands didn't tremble slightly.

"Beihai City?"

He exhaled another puff of cigarette and turned to look slowly at the moonlit night sky, the blue smoke next to his eyes seemed to be churning in the air as if his mind was lingering, and finally disappeared.

"Toot toot ......" The roar of a train was heard in the distance, and he took one last look at the brightly lit city behind him, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

And Beihai City, thousands of miles away, where the prosperity is terrifying, people are in this place, as if they are the most insignificant existence.

Hopefully, the lights there will make you forget everything.

"Huh." The corners of his mouth curled in a disdainful curvature, then he snuffed out the cigarette butt and turned away. Between the eyebrows, it is full of sadness.

From tonight onwards, everything here has nothing to do with me, Su Mo.

"K1868", this is the train that Su Mo will take, and it is also the last train to Beihai City today.

The train in the distance is so well matched with this station, it is like a dying old man, making a bellows-like "whirring" sound. As the train turned, the carriages swayed as if they were about to be thrown off the tracks. The shrill sound was dragged for a long time, and the train slowly stopped in front of Su Mo rubbing against the rails.

The mottled doors slowly opened, and the huge carriage was so empty that it was frightening.

Su Mo took one last look at the train schedule, and stepped on it after making sure of it.

Strange to say, the moment he just stepped on, a cold strange wind with the smell of the sea came to his face. However, this is the mainland, and it is absolutely impossible to have this kind of taste.

I saw that the wind was so strong that Su Mo's eyes couldn't open, and the bangs that were originally leaning on his forehead were blown high, revealing a smooth forehead and slender eyebrows, the eyebrows were like ink marks, clean and neat, and unusually delicate. The eyes below are also narrowed into two crescents, like the most beautiful arc. It's just that the tightly pursed lips and knife-like face add a bit of manly charm to him.

Su Mo, Su Mo, as the name suggests, is like a person who came out of a painting.

Besides, this strange wind came and went quickly, and disappeared without warning.

The conductor next to him closed the door with a blank face, the train started slowly, and the scenery outside the window began to move backwards until its outline was no longer visible.

"Farewell."

However, what he didn't know was that as the train moved slowly, several big red characters of "K1868" printed with paint on the outside of the carriage suddenly squirmed strangely, the paint fell off, and several numbers seemed to be cut in half, becoming "K1000".

And the carriage is indeed empty, a little weird, only a few people have not slept yet, still sitting on the edge of the bed and doing their own things.

Su Mo counted, and there were four people including himself.

On the leftmost bed sat an old man, who was constantly wiping his hands, and because he was deeply bowed his head, he couldn't see his face clearly. A little further to the right was a middle-aged man, who seemed to be hungry, and was sitting at the table munching on the meat, which was raw, and the whole table was stained with blood. These two people behaved strangely and suspiciously, but Su Mo ignored them.

Compared with the first two, the teenager on the far right is a little more normal, just looking at the phone motionless with his head down.

Su Mo put his luggage on the bed, but he didn't feel sleepy, but his chest was empty and painful, so he simply got up and walked quickly to the smoking area.

There was no one in the smoking area of the carriage, and Su Mo was also happy to see such a scene, he took out a cigarette and lit it, looking at the rapidly receding darkness and the occasional street lamp outside the car window and sighed again. His rickety back is full of loneliness and loneliness.

"Su Mo, do you like the sea?"

A shadow asked softly, the sunlight shining on her face, making it impossible to see.

This memory was like a sharp needle piercing into his mind, so abrupt and painful.

Su Mo was in a trance, and his heart seemed to be pinched by a big hand, and he couldn't breathe.

The scenery on the window began to blur, and the faces of those memories changed on the window like a comic strip, and finally froze on that beautiful face.

"Is it a hallucination?"

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and sure enough, the darkness was still rapidly receding in the window.

"Whoosh" A beam of light crossed his eyes like a sharp arrow, it was a standing street lamp. The train began to accelerate.

Su Mo looked at the watch on his wrist, it was five o'clock in the morning, and it was still so dark outside the window that he couldn't see his fingers. Looking at the cigarette butts on the ground, he shook his head and turned to go back.

"Su Mo, do you like the sea?"

"Hehe, I like it the most, it's the most beautiful place."

Su Mo suddenly stood still, this damn memory again! After a long silence, he slammed his fist on the carriage, and then twitched nervously, and slowly sat down against the wall like mud.

"Defeated by you."

He muttered, but his throat was tight, and a drop of crystal finally slipped from the corner of his eye.

At this moment, only an "hmm" sound was heard, as if something had cut through the air, and the train accelerated again.

This time, without looking out the window, Su Mo knew that the train had reached a terrifying speed.

There was no time to be sad, so he got up and ran to the cab in a panic.

Such a terrifying speed made the whole train begin to vibrate violently, and the noise outside the window was already deafening!

Su Mo was already a little unsteady, so he had to hold on to the wall and walk forward step by step, he was also a little stunned, is the speed of the train so fast?

Even the fastest high-speed train is only one-tenth of this speed, and this feeling of almost weightlessness is only found in airplanes!

Then, before he could take a few steps, the memory forced it into his mind again.

"Su Mo, do you like the sea?"

"Hehe, hehehe......"

In my memory, the girl's silver bell-like laughter seemed so strange at this moment.

"Nope! I hate the sea, and there, in places that humans can't detect, in the deepest places, has the greatest horror!

This sentence was almost shouted hysterically by Su Mo holding his head.

He said exactly the same thing as he remembered himself, word for word.

As soon as the words fell, I heard a loud "boom", and a stream of seawater mixed with a fishy smell smashed on the car window in Su Mo's stunned and incredible gaze.