The place where the train stops in London is called Kings Cross. Built in the Victorian era, this old railway station is now a multi-purpose area for dining, shopping, leisure and entertainment due to the high traffic and traffic.

The reason why it is called Kings Cross is probably because you have to cross an overpass to take the subway. Of course, this is all Guo Moru's blind guess.

Most of them are scholars, so they are used to being frugal on weekdays, so they naturally choose to take the subway if they can take it.

At this time, Zheng Wuyi suddenly stopped everyone, as if he wanted to say something.

"What's wrong?"

One of the oldest old professors asked.

"Oh, I seem to have left a box on the train, everyone wait for me, I'll get it back right away."

After Zheng Wuyi finished speaking, he ran to the train.

The people who stayed behind said with a grin.

"Is it hairless on the mouth, ineffective in handling things, or a child."

"Yes, this kid usually looks quite calm, but he is frizzy when he goes abroad."

Guo Moru didn't speak on the side, looked at Zheng Wuyi, and felt a little strange, how could Zheng Wuyi, a child who had to put even a grain of sand back in its place on weekdays, leave his suitcase.

Unless he did it on purpose.

But how could someone deliberately leave a suitcase behind?

While he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a loud noise.

Bang!

A wave of air overturned the hawker's cart selling hot dogs, knocked down the running child, and blew away the girl who was checking out.

The overpass leading to the subway in front of it was blazing for a while, like hell on earth.

The old professors who stayed behind were stunned.

There was even an old professor sitting on the ground.

"Oh my God, this is a terrorist attack."

"Ben **, right?"

"Ben ** he is now holding his head and running away, how can there be room to fight back. What's more, he is mainly targeting the United States. ”

"Anglo-American relations are like water, hit the dog first, and hit the dog to see the owner."

"Hey, hey, don't talk cool, let's see if we can do something."

At this time, Zheng Wuyi dragged a suitcase and ran back.

"Comrade Xiao Zheng, let me tell you, fortunately, your suitcase just fell on the train. Otherwise, we're all going to die. ”

An old professor with a Shanghai accent said.

Zheng Wuyi looked in the direction of the explosion.

There was already a human body pressed against the human body, and the fragmented body was scattered within the pipes of the overpass, like a hell on earth.

Between the boundaries of being alive and dying at any time, it's hard to tell who is alive and who is dead.

Where is the yang, where is the yin.

Among them, the young man who had just clashed with Zheng Wuyi on the train was unfortunately also in the explosion. Judging by his injuries, it may not work.

No one has the courage to rescue anyone who has died.

Guo Moru was the same, and Zheng Wuyi was the same, just standing there and sighing. Rescue is not their business, it is the London police's business, all they have to do is to stop causing trouble to the police, and it is imperative to protect themselves and evacuate quickly.

Everyone was evacuated to the avenue by the staff from another passage. I can hear the cry of the child, and I can smell the blood.

Even in winter, it drizzles in London.

The drizzle diluted the smell of blood.

The scholars slowly followed the crowd out of the distance of more than a mile.

When this happened, all the members of the delegation had no appetite at first, even though they had not eaten all the time.

This is because it is the first time that most people have seen such a scene of hell on earth. But even if this is the case, it doesn't mean that fear can replace food.

People are still hungry.

They walked a street corner and came to a pizza shop, where everyone entered, and everyone decided to eat and rest first.

Everyone entered the pizza shop one after another, due to the drizzle. There weren't many people in the small shop. The little girl of Indian origin in the store blinked her big eyes, she may not have seen so many middle-aged Chinese uncles come together for a long time. Probably because, because she was a local student, she didn't wear a headscarf.

When she saw so many people, she probably felt a little curious.

Who they are, where they come from, what are they going to do.

Zheng Wuyi, as the youngest, was naturally assigned the job of buying pizza. Professor Chen from Shanghai wants to eat seafood, Professor Liu from Beijing wants to eat beef, and Zheng Wuyi likes to eat vegetarian food.

He communicated with the little girl.

Spent about £35 and bought a few bottles of beer and roast chicken.

After a while, the pizza was cooked, and the beer was cooked as well as the high-calorie roast chicken.

Let these professors, who have been scared and tired for a day, forget their usual elegance for a while.

"Otherwise, I'm welcome."

Professor Chen from Shanghai spoke first.

"What's polite, there are no outsiders, and everyone can be regarded as a person who has experienced life and death."

Professor Liu from Beijing accosted him.

As a result, under the leadership of two respected old professors, everyone has forgotten the so-called Western civilization. The plastic knives and forks given by the pizza shop, they didn't even open them.

Zheng Wuyi saw this, so he simply collected the knives and forks and put them back at the cashier and handed them to the little girl.

"You look hungry."

"yes, we just came from Cambridge and had another bombing at Kings Cross."

"Oh my God, you were there. It's horrible, it's a demonic act. ”

"Well, don't you see it's on TV?"

As he spoke, Zheng Wuyi pointed to the picture of medical staff on TV rescuing the wounded. A presenter was complaining about the atrocities of the bombing, and the little girl looked at the TV and then at Zheng Wuyi.

"May the Lord be with you." （may the lord be with you.）

"Thank the Lord." （thanks for the lord.）

After Zheng Wuyi returned the knife and fork, he walked back to the table where the professors were eating.

"Xiao Zheng, don't you have a drink?"

Professor Liu asked.

"Well, I'd better drink water."

"You're such an adult, you can't just do academics, you still have to drink a little wine. If you don't drink, you can't do well in learning, you look at Li Bai. ”

At this time, Guo Moru was a little puzzled, and he didn't know if poetry could be regarded as a scholar. But thinking about it, Professor Liu was also afraid that he would be frightened, and wanted him to drink some wine to suppress the shock. After all, people need a pastime, and too much stress is like a balloon, which will explode sooner or later.

Zheng Wuyi took the white can of Budweiser beer and opened the can. took a sip and took another bite of the roast chicken. He and Professor Liu clinked their glasses.

"Thank you, Professor."

"Silly boy, everyone's survival today is actually thanks to your kid. However, it can't be done casually in the future. ”

"Yes."

Zheng Wuyi looked at Professor Liu and nodded. After a while, everyone ate and drank, and the youngest Zheng Wuyi and Guo Moru began to pick up the garbage they had eaten. Naturally, several professors were embarrassed to let the two young juniors clean up by themselves, and they also helped clean up together.

Three pizza boxes and several beer cans were placed in a plastic bag, and Zheng Wuyi squeezed them into a trash can.

After that, Zheng Wuyi called three black taxis that are unique to Black London. These taxis are very large and do not feel cramped at all with four people each.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the hotel next to the Kishi area.

Zheng Wuyi sat alone in the front row, while Guo Moru sat in the back with the two professors.

"London is always wet."

"Well, it's eerie, it's a bit like you Shanghai."

"Hey, you Beijing is not much better, you are dying."

Guo Moru thought to herself, in fact, London is neither like Beijing nor Shanghai, Beijing is like Hua Dan singing Peking Opera on the stage, each appearance and singing voice are so amazing and full of historical charm. Shanghai, on the other hand, is like a girl wearing a modified cheongsam to participate in Fashion Week, not to mention how good-looking she looks, but she must be very advanced. What about London, London reminds him of a female wizard like Hermione in Harry Potter, intelligent, serious, meticulous, and a bit old-fashioned, but in fact, there is a passion like a fire that ignites at the touch of a button.

You can see this from their football culture.

Well, the Chinese team in Europe - the British team.

There will always be the best fans in Europe, the worst team.

The car slowly drove to the hotel they were staying at tonight, the London Holiday Hotel.

The configuration of the hotel is very simple and elegant, and when you walk into the door of the hotel, the door is not too high, and it is not much new. On the contrary, it feels a bit old.

Probably, the owner may want this old feeling. When you get old, even the door frame can fall down at any time.

Zheng Wuyi went to get the allocated room, according to the pre-arrangement, Guo Moru should be in the same room as Zheng Wuyi. After getting the key, Zheng Wuyi put his luggage in the room and didn't come back for a while.