"Damn, is he a human or a ghost?" An angry roar echoed through the carriage, and the last time the man in the cap had escaped in this way.

An officer-like figure approached slowly, trying to lift up the two men on the ground.

The conductor lady who was pressed under Li Qing also spoke out at the right time, her voice trembling slightly with fear, and she was even more delicate.

For everyone else, it seems to have come to an end, and the ending of this scene is almost exactly the same as the previous one, which ends with the man in the cap getting out of it without a hitch.

This was not the case for Li Qing, who scanned his surroundings and stripped out all the noise with a high degree of concentration.

He was convinced that the man in the cap did not leave the carriage, but hid himself in a way he did not understand.

The mechanical roof, the dappled walls, the curtains and glass windows that complement each other, and further down are the scarred seats and round tables......

Traces are the language of dead things, telling of the madness that has just happened.

His eyes flickered, and suddenly, Li Qingyi grabbed the glass bottle of orange juice on the dining car and threw it towards the window of the seat diagonally behind.

In the glass window, the silhouette of the endless undulating mountains in the distance, from time to time there are scattered points of light in the mountains, which are reflected with the crimson of the mountains through the clouds.

In front of the glass window, there was nothing.

But Li Qing saw it!

It was a faint ripple in a world he didn't know, something he really saw, not just a feeling or intuition.

The man in the cap did not leave, but slowly shuttled through a world that was difficult for ordinary people to reach, judging from his trajectory, it seemed that he wanted to sneak behind Li Qing and give him a fatal blow.

Bang!

The glass bottle exploded, the orange juice splashed, the man in the peaked cap reappeared in everyone's field of vision, he was stunned in place by seeing through his figure, in his cognition, no one in this carriage could see through his concealment, so he dared to be so unscrupulous, even if his body was not enough to resist the bullet, but he still dared to lie dormant, thinking about taking Li Qing's life, and then leaving Shi Shiran.

Then Li Qing is a mortal, how can it be......

"He's there!"

Li Qing didn't care what the man in the cap thought in his heart, after smashing the latter out with a bottle, Li Qing yelled, rolled on the spot with the conductor lady under him, and staggered past the officer who was approaching.

After a short period of calm, the crackling sound of bullets sounded again in the carriage, and in the face of the supernatural phenomenon in front of them, these well-trained merchant soldiers did not lose their temper at all, but made the most correct choice in the shortest possible time.

It's a pity that this is not in the period of confrontation between the north and the south after experiencing several "arms races", during the Houzhao period, the Shang Dynasty army configured the sergeants with the third generation rifle of the Iron Army that was criticized as "third-class crippled" by later generations, in addition to successfully solving the problem of the second generation of rifle explosion, the third generation of the Iron Army has not significantly improved compared with the previous generation in other aspects, from reloading to aiming and then shooting, which gives the opponent a long reaction time.

Rao is so, in this train carriage that runs to the bottom, it is not realistic to escape.

The man in the cap finally ceased to have that look of victory, the inherent repulsion of the mimic astral realm determined the fact that he could not hide in it again in a short period of time, and the slightly sinking corners of his mouth explained the uneasiness and panic in his heart: he was suppressed by the Awakening Trial Realm, and it was impossible for him to compete head-on with firearms.

The man in the cap, who knew that he was going to die, tried to lock on to Li Qing's figure and cast a spell, but he was shocked to find that the more he concentrated, the more blurred Li Qing's prostrate figure became.

"Suddenly!"

The blood bloomed, and the impact of the bullet interrupted the cap's man's thoughts, and this time, he had no way out.

The man in the cap collapsed in a pool of blood, his hands trembling, and pulled out the archival document he called "Key".

At this moment, the smiling copper plate engraving of Li Qing on the file has an indescribable sense of mockery.

Dark red sparks burst out in the hands of the man in the peaked cap, and in the blink of an eye, the entire archival document was devoured.

"Without the key, you'll never want to get out of the Trials Realm."

In the firelight, the free hand of the man in the cap with a distorted face reached out to his face, and the palm of the hand was covered with dark red starlight.

Li Qing, who had hid in a safe position, turned his head and watched as the archival document that recorded his identity information and four key sentences was burned by the sparks.

In addition to the dark red spark, he also saw the incomprehensible madness of the man in the cap before he died: he used his hands covered with dark red starlight to clasp out his eyeballs, and then raised them high with all his strength, as if performing a terrifying ritual of sacrifice.

As his life passed, the raised arms of the man in the cap hung down weakly, and the two red and yellow eyes remained in his palms forever.

Li Qing was terrified in his heart, but he just looked at it so directly that he didn't even blink his eyes.

Maybe the essence of this trial realm is madness?

As for that archival document, judging from the performance of the man in the cap, even Li Qing, who knew nothing about the transcendent world, could guess that his so-called "key" should be a very important thing for the trial realm he was experiencing.

But, so what?

After seeing the man in the peaked cap kill Yang Kaijia without any scruples, Li Qing felt that the two lines of blood on the back of the archival document were also the rules he had always abided by, and it didn't seem to be so reliable.

Mr. Lu's so-called "do what you want, do not exceed the rules", on paper, finally feel shallow, and now Li Qing has a deeper understanding of this sentence.

Wisps of illusory matter poured out of the corpse of the man in the cap, and these blue and dark red inexplicable substances gathered directly above the corpse, condensing into a little thumb-sized concentrate.

It is like a ripe bud, waiting for someone to pluck it.

Just like when Yang Kaijia died, the other people in the train were oblivious to this bud, or they couldn't see this dreamlike mass at all.

This is a "commendation" for "outsiders" like Li Qing, and the reason why he didn't find it himself is probably because the person who sent the final blow was not Li Qing.

"Sir, will you let me go?" The sound mixed with crying sounded in Li Qing's ears, and he remembered that he was still pressing on the conductor's body, and he had just witnessed the terrifying scene, and his palms were unconsciously forced, thinking that he had scratched her.

For the gentle and lovely uniform stunner under him, as long as he thinks of the scene of "beauty turning into a beast", Li Qing can be said to be truly "innocent" in his heart.

He was about to get up when a pair of worn leather shoes suddenly appeared in his sight close to the ground.

"Director Wang."

Seeing the visitor, the officer on the side "snapped" and stood up and saluted.

The owner of the old leather shoes was Wang Yanming, the deputy director of the 427 Institute and the director of the archaeological department, and behind him, he was followed by a group of cadres and employees of the 427 Institute.

Including Section Chief Peng, several players who had just competed at the same table with Li Qing were impressively listed, and when they saw Li Qing in the field, several people invariably showed surprised looks on their faces.

Wang Yanming glanced around, lingering for a moment on the strange corpse of the man in the peaked cap, then looked at the officer, and said solemnly: "Border people, this time thanks to you." ”

When something like this happens, although Wang Yanming will not take any responsibility, his mood is inevitably a little heavy.

The officer's name was Phnom Penhman, and at this time he had already come to Li Qing's side, and while stretching out his hand to help, he said: "Director Wang is polite, I can't hide it, if it wasn't for the young man in your office who saw through the murderer's deeds just now, we wouldn't have killed him in one fell swoop." ”

The people of Phnom Penh were born in the orthodox military, and because of the extraordinary courage and keen insight that Li Qing had just shown, he couldn't help but have a little admiration for Li Qing in his heart.

Mu Qiang is human nature, and it is even more so for soldiers who pay attention to "seeing the truth under their hands", and the words of Phnom Penh people are also sincere words from the bottom of their hearts, and they do not deliberately tout the meaning of the 427 Institute in front of Director Wang.

"Oh?" Wang Yanming immediately turned his head when he heard this, and after seeing Li Qing's research institute uniform, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and said, "We still have such talents in our institute?" What is your name? ”

"Li Qing, Muzi Li, Li Qing's Qing." Li Qing staggered to his feet, his overloaded brain making the world in his eyes bigger and smaller, but the discomfort quickly calmed down, so much so that he also realized that there was something wrong with his words.

As if seeing that Li Qing's state was not right, Wang Yanming smiled slightly, patted Li Qing's shoulder cordially, and said, "This is not the place to talk, you take a rest first, and then go to my carriage later, I have something I want to ask you." ”

Perhaps because of Wang Yanming's identity as a leader, these well-intentioned words sound irresistible.

Li Qing, who came to his senses, showed a smile on his face: "Okay, I also have something I want to report to you, the director." ”

Section Chief Peng stood aside, looking at the young man in front of him who was quite appreciated by his boss, and planned to find a suitable opportunity to return the few money that he had undercalculated to Li Qing for a certain reason.

Li Qing stepped away, and as he passed by the corpse of the man in the cap, the thumb-sized illusory substance seemed to be attracted by some kind of attraction, floating towards Li Qing and submerging into Li Qing's body.

"Sir," the fair-skinned conductor suddenly came up from behind, smiling like a sunny face, "you are busy first, and I will come to you later, or you will come to me, can you?" My workstation is next door to Business Class. ”

Li Qing glanced at her, nodded, and agreed.

Now Li Qing thinks that he has a little means of self-preservation.

That's extraordinary power.

"When the transcendent power awakens, it is like a drop of ink melting into a pool of water, there is no special movement, but you can clearly and clearly perceive that you are now different from before."

Later, when Li Qing recalled this past, he wrote in the memoir that caused thousands of empty alleys.