(I still owe a watch, and I make up for it in the middle of the night)

On the train radio is playing the seventh most famous piece of Dvořák's "Humorous Songs", that is, "Humoresque No. 7 in G flat major, Op. 101", the light-hearted sound of piano and violin flows through the empty train, from the first carriage full of bones to the last dining car full of people, the notes seem to be wings, carrying countless souls out of the window and towards the blue Baikal.

The sky was clear, the sun was shining through the car window, and the white curtains were moving with the wind.

The Sith the Clown, wearing a bowler hat and tuxedo, dances alone in an unmanned hallway, holding a microphone and singing his own lyrics to the tune, his voice is funny, but he sings very hard, as if there are countless people watching his performance.

He seemed to be trying to use this cheerful tune to reduce the atmosphere of sadness and despair, but the more he tried, the stronger the contrast became, bursting out with a horror that could not be hidden.

So this originally bright, pleasant, and emotional piece of music was interpreted by him as lonely, desperate, and helpless.....

He passed through carriage eighteen like a ghost, came to the junction of carriage eighteen and the dining car, took off his top hat, bowed to the dining car, and then said in his hoarse voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon! I don't know if the show that the clown Sith has given you just now has ever been satisfied, if you are satisfied, please don't be stingy to give me some applause......

Most of the people in the dining car just looked at him expressionlessly, most of them were the chosen ones, and the necessary face still had to be maintained.

However, there were still sporadic applause, including Evans, who was trembling and clapping, he really didn't expect to face this evil star again.

Among those who applauded, there was also Cheng Mo.

He sat next to Xie Minyun, who still hadn't regained consciousness, and across from him sat Kuaishou Zhang Yang, Black Tiger Cao Yiwei, Fried Jinhua Vodianova and Evans' family of three sat together, and Nicholas stood near him.

Although the Evans couple and Nicholas had some fear and resistance to Cheng Mo, at such a moment, they couldn't help but choose to stay closer to him.

The clown Sith didn't mind the sparse applause at all, but bowed again, and said very sincerely: "Thank you, thank you, thank you for your cooperation....." When he straightened up, the roof of the dining car and the eighteenth car was suddenly overturned, like two huge towels, twisted into an S shape, and was blown away without a trace in an instant, disappearing into the dense red pine forest on one side.

So car 18 and the dining car became an open-top dining car.

Sith the Clown waved his hands again, and all the partitions in the eighteenth carriage seemed to have been pulled out with great force, like playing cards that had been drawn one by one, from far to near, and then carried by the rapid wind to the distant ridge.

Until the partition at the junction also flew out of the carriage, the whole picture of the eighteenth carriage was presented to all the people sitting in the dining car, and at this moment the dining car and the eighteenth carriage were connected together without any obstacles, becoming a dining car.

The Clown Sith stood in the middle and smashed his mouth, he spun around, and said with satisfaction: "This is like a party scene....."

Turning his head, the clown Sith saw Napoleon VII sipping wine leisurely behind him, the most presumptuous of the slightly nervous crowd, when the wind poured in from the roof of the car, blowing the white tablecloth and the white silk scarf on his chest and his long dark brown curls were very messy.

The Sith the Clown walked straight over, he unceremoniously walked up to Napoleon VII who was holding the scepter of the Seven Stars, grabbed the wine bottle and then picked up the glass, and poured himself a glass of red wine.

Napoleon VII did not stop the Sith the Clown, and the Sith did not seem to have any intention of talking to Napoleon VII, he just poured a glass of wine, and then, as if he was very familiar with Napoleon VII, casually picked up another piece of bread from the table.

He ate as he walked back to the center.

Sith the Clown chewed on brown whole-wheat bread and waved the red wine in his hand, the blood-like liquid rippling in the crystal cup, "I don't need to say anything more now, I think you should understand what I'm going to do......?" But it's really a kind of fate for everyone to sit together....."

He raised his hand holding the glass of red wine, which symbolizes the blood of God, "I swear, everyone is the Chosen One.... They are all people who are favored by God..... I don't mean to trouble you....."

He took another long sip of wine and shoved the bread out of his mask's grinning smile, "I never had a plan for what I did, but someone played rock-paper-scissors and lost to me, and I had no way to get to this train..... So you guys really don't blame me.... All this is God's will!"

Sith the Clown put his finger into the mask and licked it, then walked to the dining cart and asked, "I just want to know the news of God's genes now, and I ask you to tell me..... Or it will be in any of you, and give it to me, and I will guarantee that you will all be saved....."

But there was only the howling of the wind and the sound of the train running in the two carriages, and no one answered his question.

"Mr. Sith, the God gene is nothing but a legend, and you can't let us turn the legend into reality and give you the answer......" Napoleon VII said without replying.

The Sith the Clown glanced back at Napoleon VII and said, "Oh! you are..... I really thank you for allowing me to get so much from a group of greedy people..... I'm really sorry to involve innocent people like you, but it's better not to interject if you don't understand something. ”

The clown Sith casually placed the crystal cup on the dining table where several Asians were sitting aside, and then lifted up the Asian who was wearing a shirt with broken hair and a rather delicate appearance next to him, "It is said that the God gene was stolen by the people of Huaxia Taijilong.... Now tell me, are you from Huaxia Taiji Dragon?"

The man tilted his head back very calmly, as if he was very disgusted with the clown Sith, "No, I'm a Japanese ......"

The Clown Sith didn't distinguish between the real and the fake, but let go of his hand, put the Asian down, and then tidied up the ripped collar for him, shook his head and said: "I'm really sorry, I like the Japanese people, it is said that there are a lot of perverts there, and it is a particularly depressing country.... I like it..... I will definitely go to Japan to have a fun when I have the chance, and I hope to bring a little relaxation and pleasure to your country....."

After saying that, the Clown Sith continued to take two steps forward, then suddenly turned around and said to that day, "Don't say thank you, this is what I should do, who called me a comedian?"

"Do you find out, this time we saw a lot of people, we saw Germans, we saw Japanese people, we saw Chinese people, we saw Italians, and there were French, but there were no Americans, is this normal? I can tell you a little bit of my gossip that the European Aerospace Defense Corporation and the 51st Region of the United States got a fragment of the gene from God from the hands of the 12 Divine Generals, and this fragment is called the God Gene..... Reputedly..... That's something that can change our being, and as long as we are injected with God's genes, our body can be as powerful as a carrier..... That's the blessing of the whole of humanity! But these hateful people have kept the news from them..... I don't plan to make the results of my research public.... They didn't ask me if I agreed or not....." and then he gestured to the people sitting around him, "and certainly didn't ask you.... You..... You...."

"It's so shameful that I came with the Knights of Teutonic Eighty-Eight to visit you, hoping to contribute the hero who stole God's gene from the European Aerospace Defense Group and let us decipher it..."

Sith the Clown waved his fist and said loudly, ".... Let us enter a new era..... The era that belongs to mankind, let us become the real chosen ones, not clowns who are at the mercy of those satellites in the sky, and we don't need to worry about the day that one day we will inexplicably lose the power we have, we can't be controlled by those people and act according to their rules...."

"It may seem like the Chosen One is powerful, but I tell you, you, including me, are now nothing more than the playthings of some..... No one really has power, it's all just an illusion, so ..... Either be a test or rebel!"

The Sith the Clown spoke quite passionately, like a big man standing on the podium and making an inaugural speech, but unfortunately there was no applause or cheers below, no one spoke, no one gave him an answer.

He looked around, and people's expressions were full of different emotions, some were shocked, some were dazed, and some were skeptical..... But no one was thrilled by his words, and he spread out his hands and said helplessly: "Oh! I thought that enthusiasm alone would make you really understand how great and correct my intentions are, but now it seems that you do not think so..... Then there is no way, our game moves on to the next link..... I'm asking them one by one, hoping that you will be able to think of the answers before death comes!"

"Oh, by the way, that aristocratic brother is looking for a gentleman named Shirkov, if you are here, you can take the initiative to stand up, maybe he will forgive you, and I will let you go..... This kind of thing is also possible!"

"So now..... Our game of death begins...... Where do I start?" said the Clown, Sith, as he began to pace in the carriage.

There was silence in the carriage, the Grim Reaper brandished his scythe and was about to start his harvest again, and some of them had turned the color of pig liver, and they did not expect that the Sith the Clown had not clashed with Napoleon VII at all, as if he was still on good terms.

Once again, the atmosphere sank into a suffocating drearyness.

At this time, Cheng Mo raised his hand, and then said, "Start with me!"