The fuchsia knife plunged into Xing's body, but Xing calmed down instead.

She closed her eyes and remembered one of my few experiences myself, the last time I saw Kafka.

"Listen to me......"

That warm and friendly tone made Xing still feel a cordial warmth flowing in his heart.

Like a mother who packs her schoolbag for her child who is about to go on a long journey, she tells herself everything she needs for the journey, and he tells herself in a gentle tone not to be afraid and not to be confused.

And the woman in front of her, although her tone is equally gentle, is just a bait to lead the prey into a trap, and the gentle appearance hides a ruthless core.

This was the opposite of the Kafka she remembered, so Xing could conclude based on these few words alone.

"The woman in front of you is definitely not her."

The purple-red knife stirred Xing's internal organs, but Xing didn't feel a trace of pain, and asked:

"How can a knife that doesn't exist in the first place hurt people?"

The Kafka in his impression has never had a knife like this, although I don't know whose memory it is, but since Xing understands this, the imposter in front of him will never be able to hurt her in the slightest!

With all his strength, Xing raised the baseball bat in his hand above his head, and a destructive force gathered in the bat and slammed it into the ground.

shattered, not only the ground, but also the woman in front of her, everything around her, and the false starry sky, all disappeared in front of the star's eyes.

"Crack!"

The sound of glass breaking resounded on the floor, and March Seven's hand trembled, spilling the coffee that Himeko had given herself on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Himeko, I didn't mean to!"

March 7 was a little hurried, for some reason after coming back this time, the train in front of her had an unfamiliar feeling, obviously she already knew which corner she was most comfortable to sit in, and what kind of posture was the most comfortable to drink, but for some reason, the familiar scene in front of her brought her a sense of strangeness.

"It's okay, little March, I'll clean it up." The Himeko in front of her still had a familiar smile, but March 7 couldn't laugh, from just now, everything was very wrong.

"Usually at this time, someone should come out and scold themselves."

In a trance, March Seven looked at his waist, where something he was most familiar with hung there.

Camera.

March 7 hurriedly looked at the photos of his camera, but no matter how he searched, there was only a blank space on the negative of the camera.

A sense of panic from the bottom of her heart surged over Sanchi's heart, and when she looked up at Himeko, an even greater panic appeared in front of her.

The figure of the conductor Pam appeared in front of March 7, and Pam's body was stiff and lifeless, like a dead and broken doll.

"Passenger March 7, I have decided to expel you from the train because you have damaged the public property on the train."

With a cold tone, he gave the final eviction order to March 7.

"No, I don't, I can't go anywhere except the train!" March Seven screamed and stepped back, and sat down on the ground.

The deepest fear in her heart is dug out, March 7 is a girl who has lost her memory, she wakes up on the train, everything she wakes up is her first memory, she forgets everything, and she has no other hometown except the train.

Star Core put her most terrifying thing in front of March Seven, lost her memory, was expelled from the train, and in March Seven, the girl, it was as if there was nothing left.

Nervous, March Seven spilled another cup of Himeko's coffee, and the liquid of the coffee crossed a parabola in the air and spilled on March Seven's face, and some of it slipped into March Seven's mouth.

Looking at the silent girl in front of her, Pam became bigger and bigger, from the height of a cute penguin, to a huge demon, and pounced on March 7 with teeth and claws.

And just as the hand was about to touch the seventh of March, a chill froze everything to the bone, and it was impossible to move any further.

"Himeko's coffee, never so sweet......" A deep voice came from March Qi's drooping hair, a lively and lovely her, but her voice at this time was colder than the deepest and darkest winter in Yongdong Ridge.

"Stop playing with my family!"

The ice of the hexagonal pyramid appeared next to March 7, and in the blink of an eye, everything in front of him was frozen in ice, and it lost its movement forever and ever.

The battlefield has never been quiet, but at this moment, there are only two people left on the battlefield.

Dan Heng stood on one side, and the corpses and weapons of countless soldiers fell beside him, and he didn't dare to act rashly, because there was a person standing opposite him.

Blood-red eyes, and blood-red blades.

Danheng did not resist, he couldn't lose, but he didn't win either.

"There are five people, and there are three costs, and you are one of them."

When this blood-red sword was pointed at him, Dan Heng couldn't move, he wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

Everything was rehearsed as he remembered, and the "blade" slowly crossed the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and walked towards Dan Heng step by step.

Dan Heng closed his eyes a little numbly, since everything was as fate dictates, why should he rebel against fate?

The sound of the blade cutting through the air appeared in Dan Heng's ears, it was the sound he had heard countless times, and in a second, no, half a second, this blood-red blade would pass through his chest, allowing him to usher in the next round of reincarnation.

"Ding!"

The piercing sound of swords colliding made Dan Heng open his eyes, and the blood-red "blade" in front of him was as surprised as him, surprised by another person, and another .........

A greatsword that burns with fire.

"No, no, no!"

Deep in the consciousness space of the star core, he was sitting upright in the void throne, and in front of him was a large screen in the illusion of several people, showing their situation and resistance.

"I have clearly understood the dirty tricks of human beings, how can they be so easily recognized!"

Annoyed voices, angry fists slammed into the armrests of chairs, and directly above the screens of several people, a huge screen showed the figure of a person.

"Yaoluo."

Like a mummy lying in a coffin, Yao Luoan lay quietly in a void, without a trace of reaction, as if he was really dead, with short black hair and a black shirt, his body became more and more empty, as if he was one with the space.

The star core breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Yao Luo's condition was stable, these people were just dying on their own hands, and they could create thousands of similar illusions by raising their hands.

Just as Starcore was thinking about how to torture a few people, a familiar voice that made his pores creep appeared behind him.

"Joker, what are you messing with again?"