A somewhat retro-looking duplex villa stands beside a crystal clear lake.

A young man in a white research coat in the villa was sitting at a simple desk with a thick document and watching, his hair seemed to have been uncut for a long time, it had grown to his shoulders, and his silver-white hair was messy and had no lustre.

He watched while drinking hand-ground coffee on his desk, he had been busy with the project on this document for more than half a year, but the progress was very touching, and he was only halfway through.

"The words here should be the words of the next era, and the specific meaning should be ......" The young man took a sip of coffee and looked at the words on the document with a serious face, while recalling the information about these words in his mind.

"Crunch ......"

Just as the young man was concentrating on translation, the door of the study was slowly pushed open, and a small head poked in, observing everything in the study with a curious look in his eyes.

It was a boy no more than fifty centimeters tall, with the same silver-white hair as the young man, and a slightly immature little face, which already had a handsome precursor, and the same silver-white hair as the young man, indicating that the relationship between the two was not ordinary.

"Daddy!" The boy screamed crisply, and the childish voice sounded very comfortable, without a trace of disgust.

"Oh, it's Antelope." The young man looked up and pushed the glasses he had brought on for work, and beckoned to the boy with a doting smile on his face, motioning for him to come to his side.

"Antelope! You're running around again! A slightly reproachful female voice sounded behind the boy, although it was in a reproachful tone, but the taste of those spoiling could not be concealed, "Didn't you say, don't disturb your father's work?" ”

"Mom's ......"

The boy who heard the female voice shook his body and muttered faintly, and then the whole world suddenly darkened, like a total solar eclipse, the horror of the dark silence.

……

"Mom!" A silver-haired teenager cried out, struggling to wake up, gasping for air.

"Shhh The head is heavy! The silver-haired boy grabbed his hair and patted his forehead with a headache, "You can have such a dream." ”

The boy didn't have much time to draw back on his previous dream, and he soon noticed that there was something strange about the place he was, he was sitting on a cold concrete floor at this time, and there was an escalator slowly descending in the distance, and some of the fluorescent tubes above his head were flickering and going out.

"Sure enough, there were no Poké Balls or anything." The boy struggled to stand up, habitually touched his waist, and found that the Poké Ball that had been placed there was no longer known when it was gone, and he showed a smile as I expected, "It seems that something terrible is involved." ”

At this point, you can also see that this young man is the Tibetan antelope who was besieged by the black lord, the ghost, and He Qian before, that is, our protagonist. Gazing around, he glanced at the wall not far away, where there was an advertising frame, and was somewhat surprised to find that the advertisements had been removed, leaving only empty advertising spaces. The floor was littered with newspaper scraps, as if no one had cleaned them in years.

A few steps ahead were two distinct tracks, and there was a faint sound of wind, which was very harsh, like the sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard at school, which gave people goosebumps.

"I don't know where Lucario is?" The Tibetan antelope looked at this place that he didn't know at all, and was a little worried about the situation of the wheat, and by the way, he was worried about the elves of Calio on the road.

The Tibetan antelope glanced at the road sign next to the track, and when he looked around before, he noticed that the road sign seemed to be a tree here for a long time.

The Tibetan antelope vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the road sign, but he didn't have to choose, "Since there is only one road here, then try to go down." ”

The underground passage twists and turns, and the further you go in, the more confetti there is, as if a car full of discarded newspapers has just passed by and then collapsed to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there was a ticket gate in front of him, this kind of thing he had seen hundreds of times, but this time the Tibetan antelope stopped, the nerves in his whole body were tense, and he realized that something was wrong.

Suppose that if the previous place was a platform, this is a subway line, there is no subway in Guanzhi Town, there is only an underground bicycle lane, there is no exit from the station, and there is no need to buy a ticket for transfer, but there is a ticket gate on this road, which is a big problem.

The ground shook slightly, it should be the subway entering the station, and the Tibetan antelope saw that there was no one left and right, and his heart went under the turnstile.

"So this ticket gate is just a decoration?" The ticket turnstile did not sound the alarm that Zangling thought in his heart, revealing a somewhat speechless expression, his previous nervous posture was simply a mental patient, and his paranoia was serious.

The Tibetan antelope ran all the way to the platform, the subway entering the station had just stopped, with a piercing "click" sound, the rusted bearings turned, and the doors slowly opened.

The Tibetan antelope glanced up at the subway, and suddenly felt a chill, and he stopped his steps.

The train was dark, and he couldn't see whether the darkness was full of people or empty, and the darkness always revealed mystery and made people ignorant.

"Aren't they on this subway?" Tibetan Antelope finally found that there was no one else in this subway station, and he was the only one from beginning to end!

The metro station is also wrong......

The gazelle slowly raised its head, the fluorescent tubes flickered and went out, the thick columns supported the high dome, the terrazzo floor, and the staircase flanked by iron railings painted with green paint, everything looked familiar and unfamiliar, as if it had been here a long time ago.

The Tibetan antelope jerked its head down and saw the "TK-315" painted with red paint on the tattered shell of the train.

TK？ The dusty memory in the Tibetan antelope's mind slowly woke up, the subway number TK was still used when he was a child, and it had long been eliminated, how could he see it here?

Not only is there a problem with the numbering of the trains, but the subway station is also the same as the TK number in the past, and the subway style here is the same as Sinnoh at the beginning, and the station is still in the old style, grand and empty, with a cold wind blowing on the platform, and fluorescent lights illuminating people's faces pale.

The Tibetan antelope rubbed his temples with his eyes closed, trying to concentrate his spirit, and the amount of information was too much for him to handle.

He thought of the blank advertising spaces he had seen, the scraps of newspapers on the floor, and the peeling paint of the road signs. The anomalies he had ignored were all remembered, and as he went deeper into the subway station, the familiar things seemed to fade away, as if he was crossing time, everything was a smooth transition, and time was pulled back little by little in the long corridor, without revealing a little imperceptible horse's feet.

"The priority now is to find the Eagle, she should be like me, without the protection of the elves." The antelope slowly opened its eyes, and made a slight decision in his heart, "But ......" The subway train was still waiting there, and the open door seemed to be waiting for its only passenger.