At the same time, Eternal Winter Ridge.

"We're here."

Walter led the train crew to the deepest part of the cold and snowy field, where the bones of someone they knew were buried.

"That's ........."

A few people walked up a long staircase, and at the end of this street, there was a small field of flat but clean.

There is a tombstone standing alone on the site.

"Hero Yaoluo rests here ......"

March 7 couldn't bear to look at the lonely scene anymore, urging everyone to come to the tombstone.

"The frontline has been held back by Cocoria and the Silvermane Guard, and if the battle goes well, we should have plenty of time to ...... right now."

"Plenty of time to save your poor little friend, right?"

There was a playful sound in the air, and the sound came from every cold wind in all directions, but it was impossible to find the source of the sound.

"Who?" Looking around March 7, Dan Heng was leaning sideways on the gun, looking around vigilantly, while Xing looked upward, as if he had found the true body of the star core.

"Stop playing these little tricks." Walter snorted coldly, and the metal cane in his hand slammed downward, and the invisible fluctuations stirred the four directions.

Snow, stopped.

Just like the slow-motion motion in the movie, the snowflies that are still falling in the eyes of the train crew are frozen in the air.

Immediately after, the sound of glass breaking echoed in everyone's ears, getting louder and louder, until there was a bang.

The surrounding environment changed suddenly, and the cemetery, which was snowing heavily just now, instantly changed into a space station with smooth lines and full of high-tech.

"This is, Blacktower's space station?"

The star-golden pupils exploded suddenly, and the familiar scene in front of her made her stunned.

She looked back, and several of her companions and Walter had disappeared silently.

And another familiar to her, a mature and charming woman in sunglasses dressed in a purple-black LV outfit appeared in front of her.

"You are? Kafka! ”

"Hey, cutie." The friendly tone is as if the two met by chance in a café.

Kafka stretched his legs and approached the star as lightly as a cat, and it stands to reason that the star should be vigilant, but for some reason she can't afford to be vigilant in the face of this woman.

So easily, Kafka approached less than 5 centimeters on the star's surface, and the purple-red hair gently brushed Xing's face, making the tip of Xing's nose itch a little, and the warm and moist exhalation hit the back of her neck.

"How are you doing?"

In a word, a simple sentence, it actually made Xing feel like he wanted to put down his weapon and have a good chat with her.

Xingqiang bit the tip of his tongue and swung the bat forward with all his strength.

Kafka's figure suddenly vanished, and the moment she disappeared, Xing's heart actually felt a little empty, afraid that he would not be able to see her again.

"Ah Lala~ What a good boy, he didn't dare to go all out in the face of the enemy."

A sharp sensation pressed against Xing's lower back, and even without looking, she knew it was a knife, a knife that the woman had used.

"I really don't know if you're too nervous, or if you're too relaxed with me?"

Kafka's gentle tone is like a spider preying on its prey, and it seems that people can let down their vigilance when they listen to her words, but the danger increases accordingly, and the moment the prey completely lets down its vigilance, the spider's fangs will go into the throat of the enemy.

Just like the knife inserted into the star's body at this time.

The occasion of March 7.

"Himeko? What are you doing here! ”

The scene in front of her changed, and March 7 returned to the train that made her feel at ease and comfortable, and the familiar people in front of her were doing familiar things.

Himeko's white and elegant hands gently poured hot water into the coffee filter, and the smell of bitter and mellow coffee beans spread in the air, which made March Qi unconsciously relaxed.

"Little March, you're back, come and sit next to me for a while, and I'll let you taste my freshly brewed coffee."

Himeko's smile is so reassuring that people can't be vigilant from the bottom of their hearts.

"But I wasn't still ...... just now"

March 7 touched the back of his head, as if he had just had a dream that he cared about, and when he woke up, he couldn't remember anything.

"Okay, don't worry about it so much, isn't this your home?" Himeko's smile is still amiable.

"yes, this is my home." March Seven muttered confusedly.

"No matter how much!" March 7 jumped to the seat next to Himeko and chatted with Himeko with peace of mind.

Danheng's occasion.

A lonely bright moon shone in the sky, and the gentle moonlight like water sprinkled on all things in the world, making everything on the earth shine.

"Drinking Moon, it's your turn!"

Dan Heng opened his eyes suddenly, the familiar spear was not in his hand, he was holding a chess piece in his hand.

"What's wrong with you today? How can you be absent-minded, don't blame me for making excuses when you lose. There was a hint of concern in his lazy tone.

The flowing water surrounded Danheng, the autumn wind and yellow leaves fell from his side, and bursts of moonlight swayed on the chessboard in front of him.

Dan Heng's gaze met a pair of caring eyes, bright yellow eyes like the most autumn maple leaves in autumn, and smooth white hair like a wild horse's mane, the man in front of him, Dan Heng felt familiar and unfamiliar.

"Where am I?" The tone was confused and frightened, Dan Heng seemed to have had a long, long dream, and was suddenly woken up.

"You're really wrong today, do you want me to go to the Medicine King Division to help you grab a few prescriptions." A tough hand rested on Danheng's forehead, gently feeling the temperature.

"No need!" Dan Heng slapped his hand away, and the white-haired man was stunned by Dan Heng's attitude, scratched his head, and made a sudden realization.

"Oh, I see, you're afraid that I'll lose to me too well in this game, hahaha!" With a hearty laugh and a heroic tone, the man in front of him and Dan Heng are undoubtedly very familiar.

Dan Heng faced the man's laughter, he only felt uncomfortable for a while, playing chess with unfamiliar people in an unfamiliar place, he didn't know why he was here, Dan Heng turned his head sideways, and his shadow was reflected in the flowing water beside him.

And on his head, there is a pair of horns.

Walter's occasion.

The familiar high-rise buildings, the trailer of his favorite "Alahato" playing on it, the flow of people coming and going, the sound of traffic, and the scene in front of him made Walter's heart feel a little relaxed.

But, after all, he is a man who has experienced a hundred battles, and the scene in front of him cannot confuse him, he pushed his glasses and said indifferently.

"Come out, I know you're here."

"Bang bang bang."

The sound of applause rang out around him, and a footstep appeared behind Walter.

"As you deserve Mr. Walter, such a trick can't confuse you."

"That's what you expected." Walter turned around, and the reflection of his glasses reflected the figure of a blond man.

"It's a bad taste." A slight trace of disgust crossed Walter's face, but it was not aimed at the person in front of him, but through the means of the person in front of him, he understood what the other trainsets were going through.

"Doesn't this image in front of you impress you?" The blonde man has jewel-like green eyes, long silky hair that is tied up at his side, and he is dressed in a gorgeous silk satin like a Western bishop, and the style is exquisite, making the man in front of him as holy and elegant as a bishop.

The delicate face looks like a woman, and you can't help but imagine what a stunning scene it would be if you wore women's clothes.

"It was these small means that put Yaoluo in danger back then." Walter ignored the man's accosting and turned the conversation to his own pace.

"But in my opinion, there are still a lot of flaws in your petty methods, which is really flattering."

The blonde man was not angry at Walter's words, and the annoying look was indeed the same as Walter's impression, and he bowed gently.

"I want to hear about it."

Walter pointed his cane at the big screen above him first, his voice calm.

"First of all, you may know that this anime means a lot to me, but you don't know that the anime itself was created by me and my companions."

"And then?" The blonde man made a gesture of reaching out and motioned for Walter to continue.

"Let's not mention that there are a lot of small faults in your trailer that make people see the mistakes at a glance, if this kind of quality can be released, whether it is Ain or Tesla, they will not agree."

"Secondly, you know my identity and status from my memory, but you don't know that we did create this animation with enthusiasm and sincerity, and we didn't use any resources."

"Then I wonder how a work created by a small company can be hung in a big screen with a lot of traffic?" Walter's staff pointed straight at the blonde man, his eyes full of judgment.

"And it's complete, up to minutes in length, and in the case of per-second advertising, which is a fee we couldn't afford at the time."

"So Star Core, you can indeed dig out the deepest scenes in people's hearts, but you will never be able to understand our state of mind and emotions at that time, so your flawed illusion can't trap anyone."

"Any, alone." Walter emphasized his tone, and with Walter's words, the illusion behind him shattered layer by layer.

A look of surprise finally appeared on the blonde man's face, he was surprised that the man in front of him could find out the flaws in his illusion so quickly, but he didn't expect that while he found the truth, there were also strange fluctuations in the other three environments.

And when the star core dispersed more of its energy to the trainset that broke into this place, the deepest part of the space, a faint flame, had already begun to burn.