The rays of the setting sun bring the last rays of light before the long night.

On the vast field, a steam locomotive carrying passengers galloped forward like a wild horse on the loose.

The head of the locomotive makes a "woo-woo" sound, the coal is constantly calcined, and the white steam continues to rise through the exhaust valve, generating a steady stream of kinetic energy.

"Click, click."

The thunderous sound penetrated into Lu Lu's eardrums, pressing lightly and heavily, awakening him from his obscurity.

In a small, gray, private room, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The familiar pure white ceiling was gone, replaced by a dark metallic rim not far from the head. Lu Lu raised his paralyzed arm, touched his fingers against the steel, and then retracted in front of his eyes, seeing the dust on it through the twilight of the sun.

Where is this?

Lu Lu propped up his elbows and just wanted to get up, but suddenly felt that someone had hit his head with a wooden stick, an indescribable, indescribable, stinging pain like an ice pick piercing through his nerves.

Pain!

Breathing stagnantly, elbows unsupportably began to fold and bend.

This impenetrable feeling of suffocation is like an independent mind trying to invade his mind, strangle his mind, and fight for control of his body.

In the haze, Lu Lu felt that his consciousness could not be autonomous, and a strong desire to survive emerged, fighting and fighting with that independent thinking.

Long.

His senses told him that the power of independent thought was dissipating, being irreversibly swallowed and merging.

After a brief period of wakefulness, a stream of memories flooded into the brain like a tidal wave of intertwined video discs and magnetic scrolls.

Countless grotesque and bizarre pictures are presented.

Lu Lu only felt that his brain was disordered, and he had no clue to integrate these images together.

I don't know how long it lasted, but as the dust settled, all the memory fragments seemed to return to their original positions, presented in his mind in an orderly and smooth manner.

Zorro Diop, 17 years old, born in the slums of the Hebrew Empire's war zone, learned some mechanics, was an orphan with no siblings, his mother divorced his father at an early age, and his father, who was a mechanic, died in a car accident not long ago.

Seven days after his father's funeral, Zorro Diop, who had lost everything, gambled everything on a ticket to the city that never sleeps.

This is....... Crossed?

Lu Lu mobilized his mind and tried to sort out the framework of this world.

A cyberpunk futuristic world!

On the one hand, there is the futuristic technological world that is more advanced than the earth's technology. On the other hand, there are the ruins of slums.

Capital monopolizes science and technology, and uses science and technology to provide productive forces, and the labor power of the working people does not bring value and benefits, and capital abandons the working people.

The rich will always be rich, the poor will always be ants, and the upper passage will also be closed by the upper class, first in terms of educational isolation, then geographical isolation, and then reproductive isolation.

The health and longevity brought by technology were exclusive to the wealthy, until they evolved into two species.

And the city that never sleeps, a city that is free from the rules of the state and where capital and power are mutually constrained, may be the last train for the poor to squeeze into high society.

But as his memories expanded further, and some of them continued to be excavated and integrated, he suddenly felt a cool chill all over him.

Not long ago, during this steam locomotive journey, Zorro Diop, his present body, without warning, was eerily dizzy, convulsive, and tired in an unoccupied room, clutching his chest and collapsing on the bed, groaning in despair and pain.

This bizarre phenomenon of death...........

Is it a myocardial infarction, or is it drug poisoning?

He relapsed into his memories and retrieved details and anomalies that might have been missed once he boarded the steam locomotive.

Everything is so natural.

Lu Lu only felt a kind of creepy, numb scalp, like a dense crawler covering the body, the hairs stood up, conditionally bounced up his waist and abdomen, and looked at the open space of only six or seven square meters in fear and surprise.

What's going on?

He didn't even want to think about why he crossed over and why he came here, because no one could guarantee that the next moment would not repeat the previous scene.

Zorro Diop had no enemies, but if it was a sudden death, was it too much of a coincidence?

If he killed, who was the murderer, why did he target him, and how did he commit the crime?

While thinking about it, there was a sudden knock at the door.

This sudden change made Lu Lu subconsciously stand on tiptoe, and his heart seemed to be in a state of arrest. He took a deep breath of air, trying to hold his mind and trying to breathe evenly.

An indescribably strong intuition was telling him that the one who knocked on the door was the murderer!

Lu Lu lowered the amplitude of his movements, and under the cover of the friction between the rollers and the track, he reclined his body, covered his chest, and weighed his mouth wide, imitating the image in the memory fragment that his predecessor had last perceived before his sudden death.

"Squeak."

Seeing that there was no movement in the private room, the knocker pushed open the door and walked in.

No, more than one person.

Lu Lu could clearly perceive the sound of two footsteps under the sound of the locomotive, although he didn't know how he did it, but in any case, it also alerted him and gave up the plan to take the lead.

One of the footsteps got closer and closer, and Lu Lu held his breath and remained motionless.

The whole process lasted about thirty seconds, and Lu Lu heard one of the hoarse and old male voices speaking in a language that he could easily understand,

"He's dead."

Some familiar voices are not close to people, but they must have left traces in their memories. Lu Lu maintained a stiff facial expression, a thick heat gushing out of his nose, and continued to listen to the conversation.

A deep middle-aged male voice sounded near the threshold, "It seems that I don't need to make a move. ”

"Hehe, that's just in case in itself. He was injected with the Maji virus by me, and the incubation period of the virus was a week, and it was almost time for the virus to die. ”

"Hmph, I hope it's true as you say, this kid is a transcendent who is about to awaken."

"Rest assured, the odds are high."

The old hoarse voice said in a flattering tone, and then paused before continuing, "This kid has been to my clinic. Originally, I thought he was just a schizophrenic patient, but from his subsequent descriptions, I suspect that he is most likely an unawakened psychic being. ”

The transcendent, the Enlightened?

Lu Lu muttered these two unfamiliar words in his heart, and did not find them in the memory bank. But after mentioning the word clinic, he instantly recalled something.

After the impact of the spiritual storm brought about by his father's death, Zorro's life has repeatedly experienced supernatural events such as auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations.

As a result, the former had to go to a nearby clinic to find out the cause of the disease.

The owner of the clinic was called Avak Morgan, a crappy third-rate doctor in his sixties who had no great skills, and only gave him a 10 ml tranquilizer in the end.

It seems that the so-called tranquilizer is the Maji virus, the real culprit who caused the death of Zorro Diop.

The plot of the whole story suddenly became clear in his mind.

"Psychics, can you be sure?"

The deep male voice also replied quickly, and his tone was a little hurried, and Lu Lu could even imagine his frowning and expectant expression.

"Seventy percent sure.

Before I could do that, though, I needed to extract two of his main gene sequences, which took about half an hour. If you get bored, you can go out and enjoy the scenery first. ”

"I'll look out for you. It's hard to deal with it quickly, and it's not good to be noticed by the police team on the locomotive. ”

After the man finished speaking, Lu Lu heard the door of the private room open and close again, and the footsteps disappeared into the room.

"Hey, hey, hey... Developed, developed!! ”

After the middle-aged man left, the hoarse voice echoed in the private room, faintly revealing a madness, which made Lu Lu shudder a little.

Then, Avak Morgan sat down on the iron bench and placed the backpack containing the various tools on the wall table opposite the bed.

He expertly unzipped it, revealing test tubes, scalpels, human brain containers, solutions that can extract mutant gene chains, and other medical equipment.

"A scalpel, cut out the human brain..."

He began to talk to Lu with his back to him, unaware that there was an extra pair of eyes staring at him behind him.

As a 21st century science and engineering man, Lu Lu has been instilled with the concept of peace since childhood.

Killing is taboo in China. But in this world, it seems to be just a trivial thing to take for granted.

Although he still has a lot of psychological burden, the current situation no longer allows him to hesitate.

Either he dies or he lives.

The dark and dark blue eyes were deep, and after Lu Lu made up his mind, he bit the tip of his tongue heavily, and a trace of bright red blood flowed from his gums, making his spirit become excited for a short time.

He didn't hesitate any longer, and before Awak Morgan could react, he wrapped his right arm around his neck, then locked it with his left hand, and threw him out of his seat.

"Bang knock!"

Avak Morgan's aging and decaying skeleton came into close contact with the iron carriage floor, making a dull crashing sound.

In any case, he would never have imagined that the dead Zorro Diop would come back from the dead, and he did not know what had happened, but the sense of self-preservation of humanity was still activated unconditionally.

He grabbed the inside of his arm with both hands, and with the movement of his legs, he tried his best to break free of the arm that locked his throat.

Hiss!

The strength is so great, is this still a old man in his sixties?

The pain was intense, extending from his arms and abdomen, and the bones felt like they were going to be crushed.

Lu Lu was shocked to find that if he was to fight it alone, he would not even be the opponent of this old ghost. Fortunately, he seized the opportunity through a sneak attack, and with the blessing of the throat locking action, he was able to barely trap this old ghost.

Avak Morgan was apparently aware of this, his eyes rolling in his sockets, as if searching for a lost object.

That slippery scalpel!

His keen vigilance helped Lu Lu discover Avak Morgan's intentions first.

He kicked his legs, keeping his throat locked, and then twisted the direction of his right foot, kicking the old ghost away with a sliding shovel almost a second before his fingers touched the scalpel.

"Bang dang!"

The metal blade flew diagonally and ejected, striking the iron wall with a crisp sound.

The size of the private room is small.

At first, because the two were entangled in the center of the private room, it was difficult for the old ghost's feet to touch the edge of the wall. However, due to the adjustment of the position when kicking the scalpel, there was a change.

The old ghost seized the opportunity and kicked his right foot the edge of the wall, the force of the rebound pushing the two of them towards the back.

"Boom!"

The neck and the bed collided heavily, and the change of horizontal hair made Lu Lu's hands loosen and almost lost the initiative.

But maybe because of the age problem, the maintenance time is not long, and the old ghost has begun to lose his strength, and he has not captured the last opportunity.

"Woo."

The old ghost tried to call for help, but couldn't spit out a complete word.

A flash of despair flashed in the corners of his eyes, but he still tried to struggle, his legs flapping like tentacles, only to begin to look a little weak and futile.

Gradually, the old ghost lost signs of struggling, as if his life force had run out. However, in order to avoid accidents, Lu Lu continued to maintain this position for nearly half a minute.

After ensuring the latter's death, Lu Lu let go of his right arm, which had already become sore and weak, and let it lie on its stomach and began to breathe in a big gulp.

But what next?

If it was to escape, if the middle-aged man happened to be patrolling around, it would be tantamount to death. In addition, the steam locomotive, there are only more than 20 carriages in total, where can he run?

It's impossible to jump off a locomotive traveling at high speed, right?

If he wanted to seek refuge in the Orderkeeper (Police) group, but Awak Morgan died in his private room, his suspicion is the greatest.

The order-keepers of this world will not be like the police in Huaxia, who pay attention to some evidence, and there will be no self-defense. In particular, some of the police officers patrolling the slums are more brutal and murderous.

After hesitating for a while, Lu Lu decided to wait for the rabbit.

He first transferred Avak Morgan's body and props under the bed, and then took advantage of the dim light to hide by the side of the door with a scalpel, his spirit tight, like a bowstring that had been pulled open, ready to attack at any moment.

Although only ten minutes had passed, it was impossible to predict the precise time point when the middle-aged man would return, and Lu Lu had to keep an eye on it at all times to ensure that he could make a move at the first time and inflict heavy damage on the opponent.

It was a full twenty minutes before muffled footsteps rang out from outside the iron gate.

With his keen hearing, Lu Lu looked at the fire and judged the specific location of the latter.

"Squeak."

The iron door was kicked open hard, and the middle-aged man looked impatiently inside, but there was no one in his field of vision.

Such a discovery made the middle-aged man's heart swell with a trace of suspicion.

But before he could react, a sharp scalpel had stabbed him in the neck from the side without hindrance. The horizontal force made the middle-aged man's head collide with the corner of the threshold in an instant, and let out a low muffled grunt.

In the next second, a pair of bloody eyes as if they were killing quickly adjusted their position, trying to see the person who made the move. However, he was greeted by the scalpel that had been drawn.

But his reaction was fast, and at such a close distance, he was able to avoid the stab in the eye, but he barely rubbed it on the corner of his eyebrows, which was not smooth, and cut a mark.

As he dodged this dangerous knife, his elbow slammed into Lu Lu's abdomen, causing the latter to bear the force and squirt out a mouthful of bitter water, falling backwards unbalanced.

Pain!

It hurts!

With just one blow, he was on the verge of falling!

Lu Lu felt that his body was almost out of his own, but the strong desire to survive still helped him to dock against the iron wall and stabilize his upright position.

At this time, the middle-aged man who was holding his neck finally saw Lu Lu who had come back from the dead, revealing a suspicious and fierce look, but he seemed to be afraid of the scalpel in Lu Lu's hand and did not rush over immediately.

Lu Lu held the scalpel horizontally in front of his chest, and his right leg was bent against the edge of the wall, which could ensure that he had a momentum to hit the opponent's unexpected attack at the first time.

The middle-aged man's arteries had been punctured and bleeding profusely. If it is a protracted war, for him, there will only be benefits, not harm.

However, the middle-aged man quickly realized this, and after a short judgment, he gave up covering his wounds, roared, and locked the position of Lu Lu.

Lu Lu gritted his teeth, his face was pale and resolute, and after his right leg was bent, he instantly accelerated with the power of the rebound, and swung the scalpel with all his might.

The goal, straight to the heart.

This unexpected acceleration made the middle-aged man stunned, and his first reaction was to want to twist the key point horizontally.

It's just that he obviously miscalculated Lu Lu's ejection speed, although a punch directly hit Lu Lu's head a little muddy, and his body stumbled, but a sharp scalpel still tore through the flesh and stopped at the edge of his heart.

If he could resist with his right hand to endure pain, with the strength of his fully suppressed body, he could have easily dealt with the emaciated Lu Lu in the future.

But there is never a second chance, and Lu Lu is the one who wins in the end.

When watching the middle-aged man's majestic body of nearly 1.85 meters fall, Lu Lu, who had almost no strength to fight anymore, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But he didn't immediately collapse on the ground, but took out some disinfectant tissues from the package containing the medical props, quickly ran out of the door, cleaned up all the blood stains that splattered out, and returned to the private room to cover the iron door.

After wrapping the bleeding mouth of the corpse with gauze and wiping off the obvious blood, Lu Lu was finally paralyzed on the bed.

It should be safe for a short time.

"Buzz'"

Although his head was still groggy and echoed from time to time, he had regained some ability to think.

After the crossing, it is not possible to determine whether it will be possible to return to Earth.

Although I don't know if the self on Earth will still leave his mind behind. But rest assured that no matter what, their son still lives in another dimension, in a universe.

He will definitely live tenaciously and will not fall.

Lu Lu encouraged himself in his heart and tried not to let his spirit collapse.

Leaving this thought behind, Lu Lu began to think about the question of Zorro Diop.

Since he was infected by the virus and died, as his replacement, he has successfully avenged him.

And Zorro Diop's parents no longer need support, but the predecessor has always had doubts about his father's car accident. But the police told him that it was just an accident and that nothing was given the case.

Aside from that, there are still a lot of problems.

What is the transcendent, the Enlightened?

According to Awak Morgan, it seems that the answer is based on two important clues: visual hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and increased sensory sensitivity, but why has Zorro Diop, the original inhabitant of this world, never heard these two words?

From the middle-aged man's negotiation with the old ghost, he read a kind of incomparable attention, undisguised as if the ecstasy swelled in his heart.

They should know the inside story, but the mouth of a dead man can't be pried open.

The second question,

Will the virus recur, and is it a hidden danger in the body?

That's what worries him, too. There is no evidence that crossing has the effect of removing the virus.

This logic doesn't make sense.

The third question,

The city that never sleeps at the destination of this trip, known as the killing capital, is full of blood and violence, what kind of city is it?

There is no clue.

In addition, the spirit of the original owner is very ignorant, and ideological education is even in the stage of enlightenment.

This terrible discovery made him more and more afraid of the world, and he had a negative feeling of trying to resist, trying to resist.

It seems that there is a long way to go to lift the veil of this world.

The 10,000-point stars are like night pearls scattered on the sky, shining with brilliant silver light, and the jade disk-like moon together form a vast night scene.

As night starts, the lights in the car are automatically activated, and a weak light curtain begins to emit.

Lu Lu rested for about half an hour to replenish his strength and regain a certain amount of mobility.

He changed into a clean, blood-stained, low-quality outfit and began to scavenge the two men for possible identification, wealth, and other valuables.

The first to be looted was Avak Morgan, the old ghost.

Avak Morgan has high cheekbones, gray temples, a dull face, a wrinkled face, and high cheekbones.

And after he died, his pupils widened, his mouth could not be closed, and he was more like an ugly monster.

From the point of view, this person is innocent.

Although Lu Lu's heart was faintly afraid, there was no guilt or guilt.

After some fumbling, Lu Lu snatched out an old-fashioned mechanical pocket watch with a metallic texture from his pocket, 21 livres, plus 3 fars.

The livre, farr is the currency of this country.

One livre is equal to 10 farr, equal to 100 fama, equal to 1000 faq.

Zorro Diop, who came from a poor family, including the inheritance left by his father, had a total of 3 livres, 1 farr, and 9 fama, and just paying for the ticket to the steam locomotive cost nearly 2 livres, which was most of his assets.

The crappy doctor in this impoverished area can have so many assets and few lives on his hands, Lu Lu doesn't believe it.

Other than that, there was only one ticket and nothing else.

It seems that the idea that Avak Morgan may have an antidote can also be dispelled.

Next, there is the looting of middle-aged men.

First of all

The wealth he carried on him was only 3 livres, plus 2 fals for change, which were placed in his trouser pockets as if they were used for change.

But then, Lu Lu snatched out an alloy pistol from his waist, as well as the only 3 bullets in the chamber.

This made Lu Lu even more curious about his identity. No matter how he dressed, or how he was terrifyingly powerful, he didn't look like a pauper in a poor area.

In poor areas, the use of firearms is prohibited.

Because he was in a steam locomotive in the old days, this may be the reason why the middle-aged man did not directly kill himself with a gun.

Such a discovery made him faintly afraid.

Lu Lu studied for a while, although it was difficult to understand the mechanical internal construction, but he still simply guessed the three processes of pulling the sleeve, loading, and firing, and then he put on a black coat and secretly carried the gun in his underwear pocket.

Eventually, Lu Lu found a carbon-colored card and a square device in the shape of a mobile phone in the depths of his underwear pocket.

The phone is not simply turned on by pressing a button, but it should be locked, and he can't even open the screen.

The black kaka is pitch black and smooth, depicting a delicate palm pattern without any text.

A bank card, or an identity card?

The answer is –

No conclusion could be reached, but Lu Heron kept it anyway. Extrapolating from the importance that middle-aged men attach to black cards, this card has a special meaning or value. As for the mobile phone, in order to prevent someone from locating him through the mobile phone, he threw it directly out of the window.

Lu Lu brings all the resources together.

Counting the assets in your pocket that are almost negligible, there are a total of 24 livres, 6 fars, and 9 fama. A pocket watch, a pistol, a black card, and a bag of medical equipment may come in handy after an injury.

A good start-up capital.

After Lu Lu came to a conclusion, he leaned against the iron wall in a sitting posture that seemed to be both resting and vigilant.

He was physically and mentally tired, but he didn't dare to really fall asleep.

In the Hebrew New Calendar, 318, the steam locomotive arrives at 8 a.m. on August 12, the next morning, and the steam locomotive will arrive in the City of Sleepless.

By the light of the light, he reconfirmed the specific time of the arrival of the steam locomotive, and he couldn't wait to escape from the locomotive.

But before that, all he could hope for was that no one would find the body before the steam locomotive arrived at the site.

As long as he hides in the city that never sleeps, no police officer is willing to go deep into an extremely dangerous city independent of the state in order to hunt down a dispensable fugitive.

Restlessness, anxiety, and prayer filled his brain all the time, and Lu Lu couldn't tell how he had spent this lonely, cold night until the first rays of light appeared at the end of the sky.

Daytime, finally arrived!

From now on, he is Zorro Diop.

He wants to inherit this identity and live in a dangerous world!

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