This is the miracle of Pornia's industry, a huge station made of millions of tons of steel and concrete, and the only station hub in the territory that leads to Ronalque, where the sky above seems to split the sunlight and cast beautiful beams of light, reflecting countless stained glass on the platform.

It seemed that the whistle of the train came from a long distance, and the icy cold covered every corner of the station, and the surging water vapor quickly turned into a puddle of water, making people feel cold and uncomfortable damp.

Jobin stood on the platform, his hat pressed so low that his face could barely be seen, dressed like the passengers around him, almost blending into the crowd, he had no luggage on him, as if he had a whim, a trip that was just about to go.

From time to time he looked up at the clock at the station, in ten minutes he could leave Pornia, nothing could trap him, the plan was going so smoothly that even the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

The attendant in a standard uniform slowly approached the cart, and the cart in front of him was filled with all kinds of food and daily necessities, and he passed by Qiao Bin like this, as if he should have stopped, turned to him and asked:

"Sir, I need some food..."

"No, I don't."

Before the flight attendant could finish speaking, Qiao Bin hurriedly replied, his tone was fast and cold, the flight attendant was also experienced, and there were countless passengers who refused him like this every day, so he nodded and continued to push the cart forward.

It's just that no one noticed that there was a portrait pressed under him, and the person in the painting looked exactly like Qiao Bin.

The crowd surged, so I waited until the whistle sounded in the distance, only to see the cold long snake slowly coming, and the carriage behind it carried hundreds of passengers, which is a means of transportation called the energy train, and is also the product of the world tree energy, which can run in severe cold temperatures, on the line to the north, replacing the steam train, bringing greater convenience to the people of Pornia.

There was also a relief of the World Tree on the body, and white frost condensed on the steel, and Jobin looked up and pulled out the ticket in his pocket.

Before he knew it, the passengers around him had changed, and Qiao Bin frowned and glanced at it quietly.

As the train entered the station, the different temperatures collided, and a rich white steam floated around it, and when the steam faded, the passengers who had been replaced suddenly realized that the jobin was gone.

"Damn!"

A policeman disguised as a tourist angrily threw his hat on the ground, his hands crossed at his waist, and he looked helpless as he watched the people around him.

Passing a corner where Jobin's coat was stacked on the floor, Tole Claes picked it up and looked sad, but after a brief moment of sorrow he reverted to his original cold appearance.

Jobin walked briskly, wearing the clothes he had taken from the homeless man at the station, looking around vigilantly, and after making sure that no police were following, he hid in a no-man's corner, his chest heaving and panting slightly.

"You're being targeted."

An unfamiliar female voice sounded in the dark, as if it had stimulated one of his nerves, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body was full of danger.

He turned his head sharply and looked at the woman whose upper body was immersed in darkness, with a certain stiffness on her face.

"Is it fun to hide behind your back?"

Jobin replied disdainfully, straightening his outfit and not seeming to have much patience to talk to the woman.

"Don't worry, this is my gift to you, but on the condition that it ...... I can't leave Pornia for the time being."

The woman was like a puppet, and when she finished speaking word by word, she fell to the ground limply like a lifeless rag doll, revealing her ordinary face.

"Something interesting."

Qiao Bin squatted down and touched the woman's neck, the normal temperature told him that the woman in front of him was still alive normally, he showed an interested look, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

In a few minutes, the woman walked around the corner, she straightened her hair, and walked with graceful steps, like a

It's okay, and I walked in the direction of the exit station.

Until a long time passed, the shrill sirens sounded, alarming everyone, and even the train was delayed.

A poor traveler found Jobin's body and was therefore frightened and fainted, but it was his companion who reported the incident to the station, and when Tole Claes arrived, he only saw the medical staff carrying Jobin's body out, and he closed his eyes tightly, as if he would be alive in the next second.

But to be dead is to be dead, and no matter how angry or sad you are, the dead will never come back to life.

It was an indescribable feeling, and Toller Claes crouched by the wall, holding his head in pain, and let out a cry of sorrow, and almost the next second, he saw a pair of feet come to him, and someone gently patted him on the shoulder, as if a silent comfort.

He didn't need the comfort of others, he looked up and found that it was Jiang Chenchuan who came.

"Now, you can clear your colleague's innocence."

"What do you mean?"

Torre Claes asked, standing up and excited.

"At least for now, we can be sure that Jason's killer wasn't Jobin, but someone else."

I don't know if it's comforting, but at least it will make the hearts of Tole Claes and those officers feel better.

Seeing that Toller Claes did not reply, Jiang Chenchuan continued:

"Next, it's up to us to leave it to the museum, and you've been running a lot of places in the past two days, so have a good rest."

Tole Claes can rest, but Jiang Chenchuan can't, the museum already knows about it, but the investigators' initial judgment is that the incident has nothing to do with the relics.

Perhaps, it is simply related to some awakened people who carry extraordinary powers in their own right.

"If it's not a relic, then the museum won't send a team to deal with it, Ewell, you have to be prepared."

André told him so.

Jiang Chenchuan walked out of the station, looking at the sky the same color as his pupils, and always felt that this case was not as simple as he imagined.

"Don't worry, I'll give you the autopsy reports for these bodies as soon as they come out."

Yulia Dekavo's voice sounded in her ears, Jiang Chenchuan turned around, and at a glance saw the scar on her hand, as long as the curse persisted, she would continue to suffer in pain.

"How's it going?"

Just like his brother cares about his sister, Jiang Chenchuan is a little worried about Yulia Decavo's state.

"Me?"

But Yulia Decavo seemed to be a little surprised by Jiang Chenchuan's sudden concern, she blushed slightly, lowered her head embarrassedly and said.

"I'm fine, Mr. Ewell."