The speed of information transmission in the Kingdom of Barron is not very fast, and half a month has passed, and the novel "The Count of Monte Cristo" has been sold in bookstores across the country, but it is only a residual topic in a developed city like Norton.

Winter has officially begun, and the city of Elroy is snowing every three or five days, and the whole city is covered with snow and frost, and the trees on the roadside are only bare branches, which is not very beautiful, but the streets look a little cleaner than before. It's freezing cold, and there are naturally a lot fewer people going out to shop, and it's not uncommon to say that the city of Elroy is still lively.

One of them is the city center train station, where a steam-powered car departs or enters every ten minutes, and well-dressed gentlemen and ladies come and go, and most of the passengers stay at the city center train station in El Roy for a short time.

The snow was still falling, and a thin layer had been laid on the track that had just been cleared.

"Boom~"

Far away, the people sitting in the waiting room heard the dull sound of the steam train engine, as the train approached, the sound of the wheels and rails became more and more obvious, neat and orderly as thousands of workers at the same time picked up the hammer and smashed the steel plate, the children heard this sound and couldn't hold back their curiosity and rushed out to look at the train that broke through the wind and snow, and could see the gray-white smoke sprayed by the locomotive from a distance.

"Crunch squeak~"

As the train entered the station, both the passengers on the train and the long-awaited guests under the train moved quickly, entering the front door and exiting the back door, and twenty minutes later the train left the train station with a full load of passengers.

Sandra sat alone in the open-air waiting room shivering, if it weren't for the station heating in front of her, she wondered if she would have frozen to death here, she was not from the city of Elroy, she had to take the train through here every day to go to work in another city, so her time became particularly precious, she had to give two or three hours to the train every day, and time was not precious.

Although the weather is cold, the time of waiting for the train is one of the few "rest" times for her, there is no room for her to rest on the car, her family is not wealthy, and the tickets she buys belong to the cheapest "standing tickets", and she can only rest on the train when she occasionally meets a kind gentleman to give her a place.

Sandra carefully flipped through the book in her hand and found the bookmark to the passage she had read before going to bed yesterday.

The Count of Monte Cristo is on his way to his enemy Fernand, the power of the goddess of vengeance, and she loves this novel so much that she has fallen into this world since being introduced to it by her colleagues, even if most of the thoughts in her head at work are in the Count of Monte Cristo novels.

The rich and wonderful plot makes her unable to extricate herself, the exquisite illustrations give her more room for imagination, and the easy-to-understand text structure makes her a barely literate woman understand.

"The Count of Monte Cristo" has become one of the indispensable spices in her life, she often excerpts her favorite sentences from the novel, these sentences encourage her to survive the boring and hard life, give her more inspiration and imagination, and she is also trying to write novels.

She was fascinated by the wisdom of the Count of Monte Cristo and his decisive style, and compared with all the suffering that had happened to Monte Cristo before, the more tragic Fernand's ending was, the happier she was.

"Click~!"

"Here~here~ stop! This is the location! Let's work hard! One! Two! Three! ”

"Alright."

The surrounding voices became noisy, and Sandlai was forced to withdraw from his concentration on reading, impatiently looking for the source of the chaos, where there was already a circle of people watching the excitement.

Workers appear to be installing a large-scale contraption embedded in the wall and protected by glass on the outside.

A white cloth!?

What's so nice about white cloth?

Sandra looked irritated and packed up her belongings and sat down farther away, she was a little reluctant to install the heating at the train station, but there were still more than twenty minutes before she could wait for the steam train home, and it would be too difficult to wait for twenty minutes to do nothing in the ice and snow.

She flipped through the pages of the book and continued to read.

After a while, more and more people hurried past her, and she faintly heard the sound of someone talking through a loudspeaker, no, it was indeed very loud, but it was not like the sound of shouting through a loudspeaker, but the sound of playing.

"What happened?"

She looked up at the source of the sound again, and Sandra was startled, just now she was just in a circle, but now she was surrounded by three circles and three circles.

In the crowd, there was a light flickering.

Curious, she leaned over, tugged at the sleeve of a tall man, and asked, "Sir, may I ask what happened inside?" ”

"You're not from the city of Elroy?" The man turned his head sideways and looked at her with a subtle gaze.

"Yes, it has something to do with it?"

The man introduced in a somewhat proud tone: "No wonder you don't know, it was already published in the newspaper a few days ago that "The Count of Monte Cristo" was adapted into a new performance mode, which is said to be a "phantom", similar to the way the picture is projected. Today there will be billboards at the train station and in the central square, and it is said that some interesting images will be shown for free, as well as a promotional video for "The Count of Monte Cristo". ”

As he spoke, the sea of people in the inner layer shouted that he didn't know, and the fierce discussion was one after another.

After listening to the man's introduction, Sandra turned her head to look at the big clock at the station, it was less than ten minutes before the train she was waiting for arrived, but she was aroused by what the man said just now.

The man spoke abstractly, abstract to the point that she could not comprehend, but the real thing was in front of her, and the name "The Count of Monte Cristo" had a magical power that attracted her.

"It should be in time, take a look, take a look and quit."

She searched for the light and walked into the past, feeling like she was walking in the dirt, every step was faltering, extremely difficult, looking for the light to remove the last person's body, and a bright light suddenly bloomed in front of her, because it was dark, and there was a light in front of her, and Sandra saw a strange picture.

A handsome man stood by the boat and looked into the distance, the man's appearance was not very good, but his sunny temperament was hard to forget.

At this time, a crew member came to talk, and Sanders was stunned as soon as the crew spoke, and she was very familiar with the lines of the two.

"Captain Edmund and Tangral!?"

The plot progresses quickly, with special camera cuts, intense lines between different characters constantly clashing, reiterating the positions and interests of each character, and the overlapping dialogues create a-for-tat atmosphere.

Captain Edmund is taken away by the soldiers, the screen goes black, and with a loud bang, Captain Edmund is imprisoned, and he looks at the audience with innocent and desperate eyes, and roars with rage.

"For the rest of my life here, alone in this dark and cramped prison, I should have married Mercetes, I should have been happy..."

"I'm innocent... Innocent..."

"The whistleblower letter that framed me!"

"Who is! What kind of despicable villain the hell! ”