Hearing Oda Takaki say this, Yahara finally understood why the police thought he was drunk and talking nonsense.

The general subway uses two-axle bogies and six-car formations, so the total axle load is about 280 tons, and if you add the pedestrians who catch the early train, the weight goes straight to 300 tons and is not a problem.

The traffic pressure of the Neon Country subway is famous all over the world, and it can be compared to a packed canned sardine.

The three of them did not speak, but quietly waited for Oda Takaki to continue.

"At the time, I thought it was the sun that had not come out to see my eyes, but when I rubbed my eyes and looked at it again, it was still the same. At the same time, I seem to smell a fresh floral fragrance, which is warm and very pleasant. ”

"I was so frightened that I didn't even care about the situation in the farmland, so I hurried back with my farm tools."

The pupils contracted sharply, and the hand holding the teacup couldn't stop shaking. Even though a few days had passed, Oda still looked scared when he recalled the terrifying sense of fear again.

Knowing important clues, several people thanked Oda and embarked on the journey back.

Sitting in the car and looking out the window at the regressing things, Yahara fell into deep thought.

According to what is known, the first time the train disappeared was ten days ago, just after the exchange meeting. For the next three days, the tram disappeared and disappeared.

It always feels... It's like lighting a collected fire, waiting for it to slowly burn into a raging fire.

For all this time, he had been concentrating on the inversion technique, and had not been on the task of a spell master. On the contrary, it was Yuhito Knotweed who woke up and began to be summoned to carry it out. It's a coincidence when you think about it.

In other words, if it was Hanami, Mr. Oda mentioned the fragrance of the flower would have been traced, but it was hit hard by Gojo Satoru's "[Void Style] Tsubi, and even if it healed in a short time, its strength would not return to its full state anytime soon.

It stands to reason that those spell spirits should not act rashly in the next time, after all, the plan that has been planned for so long should be focused and meticulous, why do they want to make such a big battle?

Looking at the bewildered Yahara, Yoshino Shunhei couldn't say anything. When it comes to the Spellcaster's mission, he's just a newcomer who has to learn everything from scratch.

It's getting late, the weather is already starting to cool down in October, and the nighttime winds are predicting the end of summer.

Instead of choosing to return to the Spell High School, several people went to an ordinary inn in Toda City, where they planned to spend the night.

Compared with the bewildered Yahara and his party, the initiator of this incident was so happy that he flew - the fish began to bite the hook.

"Hey, real person. This time, I got three trams at once, and it would be too much to move. An unknown creature resembling an octopus swam in the blue waters, pointing to the stacked trams, "Even though my field is large enough, there is not much space on land." ”

The real person who was comfortably lying on the recliner pillowed his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, the more dynamic the incident, the more human beings want to hide and deceive, don't worry about this." ”

Sitting on a short piece of wood, the leaky pot held his head, a little uneasy: "What if I didn't attract that little ghost, but Gojo Satoru came?" ”

"You don't have to be too nervous, we are well prepared now, and this can also be regarded as a rehearsal for the October 31st plan." Xia Youjie saw the leaky pot with palpitations, and said with relief, "Try to imagine the era that really belongs to the spell spirit, that is our goal!" ”

"That's right, besides, we released several spells at the same time to create chaos, and all kinds of confusion will definitely attract that person." The real person leaned on the chair in a different direction, squinting at the three trams, wondering how much of a sensation it would cause to turn all the humans inside into transformers?

Will it drive him crazy? Thinking of this, the corners of the real person's mouth rose exaggeratedly, revealing an extremely crazy smile.

Lying on the hotel bed, Yahara was a little insomnia, although it was inseparable from the uncomfortable mattress, but he was breathless at the thought that this incident might be related to the four super-grade spells.

It's October now, and the Shibuya incident at the end of the month will soon be ushered in. If it develops according to the normal path, the ceiling of the combat power of the time, Gojo Satoru, will be sealed, and the people of the spell master will also suffer casualties of varying degrees.

Is your journey in this world coming to an end?

Although I have the impression that this comic is not over in my memory, what if there is an operation that is "unfinished to be continued"? After all, every time a mission is released, it will be marked as a "mission plot".

Then again, if that's the case, why is it that every mission I perform is an operation that changes the plot. Saving Knotweed Yuhito in "Cursed Womb", and protecting Shunhei Yoshino and Nagi Yoshino in "Juvenile Fish and Reverse Punishment......

Thinking of this, Yahara raised his hand high and clenched it hard, as if to grasp the darkness and the world around him.

Turning over and seeing Shunhei Yoshino, who was already asleep, he felt that it was better to forget it, and secretly decided to go to the railway alone in advance to wait for the abnormal situation to happen.

The evening breeze gently blows the curtains, and the bright moon in the starry sky is very dazzling, and the sky is full of stars. Compared to Tokyo, you will be greeted by the glittering lines and beautiful pictures of high-rise buildings and banks, which are all over the place, and it is even more tranquil and charming.

I took a light nap, and at about four o'clock in the evening, the alarm clock of the watch that had been set for a long time began to buzz.

Forcibly suppressed his sleepiness, dressed lightly, opened the window, and a cold wind rushed in his face, making Yahara shiver, and Chaos's head was much clearer.

Turning his head to look at Shunhei Yoshino behind him, perhaps sensing the drop in the temperature of the room, he was holding the quilt tightly and covering his head.

Jumping off the windowsill on the second floor, he rolled on the spot and plunged into the grass to reduce movement. At this time, the sky had disappeared from the shadows of the stars and the moon, and it had become as dark and deep as the universe.

When all the possible problems were over, Yahara took out his mobile phone and turned out the location calculation line that had been marked, and immediately ran all the way.

With the sound of the wind whistling in his ears, Yahara constantly adjusts his breathing to maintain his running speed, and cleverly avoids the surveillance probes on the road so as not to cause concern and generate new urban legends.

Fortunately, his use of mana became more and more mature, and under the continuous strengthening of his body, the night gate turned into a mysterious shadow in the night, shuttling through the streets and dirt roads.

Finally, a dark shadow appeared in front of him - he successfully arrived at the section of the Qijing Railway that had three consecutive accidents.