Is this really a strange car? Who knows where it will go? There is always a vague sense of uneasiness in the dark carriage that this train may lead to heaven or hell.

"What the hell would be to be able to go to heaven!" The antelope muttered that he hadn't stepped into the strange car, that he had seen something else.

The subway station was empty, and there was no one

The Tibetan antelope suddenly found that he couldn't remember the way he came in at all, so he could only look for road signs on all sides.

"You're hell for claustrophobia." The Tibetan antelope didn't seem to be worried about his situation, shrugged his shoulders and said nonsense, "Fortunately, I don't have that disease." ”

The once crowded subway station now looks like a giant labyrinth, and some claustrophobic people don't take the subway for the rest of their lives, because no matter how it is decorated with lights and colors, the subway station is an enclosed space that isolates you underground.

There are countless road signs in this huge space, each of which points to the platform just now, and the Tibetan antelope tries to go in the opposite direction of the direction sign, but what it sees is always the back of the road sign, which is painted with red paint with a huge fork that reads "No Traffic".

There's no way out here, and it seems like people who come here won't leave...... "Does that mean I have to get on this train?" The Tibetan antelope looked at the train that was always in front of him, and his eyes were strange.

The staircase leading to the platform was pouring cold wind into the subway station, and the LED signs were all turning red and flashing wildly, as if there was a different kind of force at work.

"No traffic." "No traffic." "No traffic."

The Tibetan antelope's eyes flashed with a repetitive red cross and a repetition of "no traffic".

It's like driving the wrong way, and the GPS repeatedly prompts with a stiff female voice, "You are on the wrong road, please turn ahead...... Please turn around...... Please turn around ......"

"It's really a vulgar development......" The Tibetan antelope has been saying some bad things since just now, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, which seems to have a deep meaning.

At the end of the many "No Traffic" signs, there is a sign that reads "Proceed here" as if standing out from the crowd.

A quiet subway platform, as if sealed by dust and time for decades, is displayed in front of the Tibetan antelope, with broken newspapers all over the floor, and on the wall are ancient "five stresses, four beauties, three loves" tile stickers, and the aging daylight lights flicker and make a "bang" sound.

"Gotta gotcha, I'll get in the car, I'll get in the car!" The Tibetan antelope raised his hands as if in compromise, everything he wanted to verify had been verified, and now it was time to move on to the next step.

At this time, the Tibetan antelope did not hesitate to enter the subway train, the train with the TK mark written on it, and the silver-white haired boy was swallowed up by the darkness of the carriage in the blink of an eye.

After the Tibetan antelope boarded the train, two laughter like crisp bells rang out on the empty subway platform.

……

The dark carriage was quiet, so quiet that the Tibetan antelope could hear its own breathing and heartbeat, which made people feel a psychedelic unreality.

The train was empty, too, but it felt better as it rumbled forward than on the platform.

This subway will actually pass through the station, only at this time can the Tibetan antelope see some light, the platform is brightly lit, and the passengers are waiting.

But the subway passed without slowing down, and the passengers were calm, as if they hadn't seen the subway at all.

The Tibetan antelope looked out of the window with great interest, but the people outside were reading books, listening to music, listening to music, and being distracted, and a dead child actually posed a strange pose to him, but he should only appreciate himself in the reflection of the glass door.

There seems to be an insurmountable gap in space and time between them.

"Can't you just turn on the lights? You won't even be able to pay your electricity bill. The Tibetan antelope muttered in the dark, he always hated the darkness, and he didn't know what kind of mood he had.

It was as if it was specially prepared for the Tibetan antelope, after his muttering, the lights of the entire carriage were all turned on in an instant, and the dazzling strong light lit up, so that the Tibetan antelope, who had adapted to the darkness, did not react for a while, and quickly closed his eyes to avoid the feeling of discomfort, the light was like the sun rising to sweep away all the ghosts and ghosts in the darkness.

"It's always been three missing one, and finally when someone else comes, do you want to come and play together?" A faint sound echoed in the carriage.

“！” Suddenly heard another voice, Tibetan Antelope didn't feel scared, it's rare to meet someone who always wants to chat, he opened his mouth to answer, as if he was talking to some code, "Mahjong, or poker?" ”

", Baishi Tibetan antelope? Why are you kid? The spirit was shocked, but the voice made the Tibetan antelope feel familiar.

"Your uncle, Igarashi He Qian, what the hell are you pretending to be?" The Tibetan antelope immediately recognized the identity of the human voice and said angrily.

"Why do you look like this!" A second later, when the man came in front of him, the Tibetan antelope couldn't help but take two steps back, and the volume soared a little.

The ghost was frightened by the sudden loud voice, and squatted on the ground to cover his ears, and did not stand up for a long time.

The Tibetan antelope retreated all the way to the car door, and what a terrible face it was in front of him! The stubble on his face was full of embarrassment, and his pupils were huge, shining like an oil lamp that was about to run out, if he wanted to say what the hell it was, it must be a starving ghost.

Two dark shadows walked out from He Qian's right, a teenager with dark gray hair and a young man with golden hair.

"Let's introduce myself, I'm Kenji Iwakura."

"My name is Nishikori Chitose"

"Sign up when you come up...... Then I'll come too, I'm the White Stone Tibetan Antelope. The Tibetan antelope said incomprehensible words, but secretly thought in his heart, "These two people should not be with He Qian." ”

The lights in the carriage instantly illuminated the three faces in front of the Tibetan antelope, the same emaciation, the same miserable whiteness, all looked like they had been dug out of the ancient tomb, but the Tibetan antelope did not believe that the dead ghost would hold a playing card in his hand.

The three of them each held a handful of cards, and about halfway through the game, someone suddenly broke in but didn't want to put it down...... If this is really a ghost, how much love of gambling did you have in life?

"Alright, guys, I'm new." The Tibetan antelope casually found a seat and sat down, "What are the rules here?" Giving me some pointers? ”

"How's your computing power?" The boy who identified himself as Kenji Iwakura said.

Zang Ling was stunned for a moment, not understanding why this guy would ask this, but still replied, "Not very good......

"That's over, you can't get out of here." Kenji sighed, and Chitose, who was standing beside him, looked at the Tibetan antelope with a sympathetic gaze.

"What does this have to do with computing power?" The Tibetan antelope frowned, he didn't understand it.

"It's like a mythical Minoan labyrinth!" "The only way we can get out of here is to win over the gatekeepers." ”

"How to win?" The way to pass the Minoan Labyrinth that the Antelope knew was to kill the gatekeeper, but the Constitutional Secretary said that it would be good to win the gatekeeper.

"It's easy, Texas Hold'em!" The three people opposite the Tibetan antelope all flashed the playing cards in their hands towards the Tibetan antelope, with a different smile.