"It's really similar to the Snow Girl in the story, and the production department is also a talent, tsk, come here, let me take a closer look..."

Colin beckoned to the "Snow Girl" floating in mid-air, and after letting it get closer, he began to conduct further research and observation on the "Snow Girl", so as to understand the root cause and better play her role.

Thirty minutes later, Colin raised his hand with the ring a little tiredly, and took the "Snow Maiden" back from the ring with a vicious look on his face, which was obviously very beautiful.

This thing absorbs physical energy, and although it doesn't consume much, it's also a little tiring.

Later, Colin repaired the "Analytical Lenses" and then took stock of all the special items he had now.

"Time Stands", "Analytical Lens", "Turbid Energy Crystal", "The Surviving Snow Maiden", "Revolver: Retrograde", "Fragment of the Law", "Ring of the Flame Dominator", "False King", "Slave of Money", "The Power of Glutton: Mark", "A Bone Spur Made in the Arm of a Female Clergyman"...

Colin didn't know it, and after doing the math, he found that the number of various props he was carrying had reached eleven.

The number of holdings is already comparable to those senior E-level and even D-level employees.

As for the quality, it is directly hanging.

Moreover, in addition to these, he still has seven or eight thousand points on his body, and he can add new items at any time to continue to strengthen himself.

Just by buying props with one or two thousand points starting from the E energy level, you can buy five or six more, and those bargains with poor effects can even buy ten!

"The mission should be stable."

Colin secretly bowed his head, and after eating the pig's knuckle meal, he took a shower and went to bed.

I hadn't rested much for seven days before, and after operating the "Snow Girl" again, he was really sleepy.

....

October 24th, 6:40 p.m.

Black Forest metro station in the southern suburbs.

It seemed to have just rained, the air was fresh and humid, the road was full of puddles, and a taxi came from afar, ran over potholes, and stopped in front of the subway station gate.

The door opened, and Colin, dressed in a wide black woolen trench coat, stepped out of the car and looked around at the old place that had been gone for many years.

"It's not much that has changed, this place is still like that..."

Colin raised his head and sighed, the strange and familiar scenes around him reminded him of the memories of playing life and death with other friends.

When the subway station was still under construction, he once organized a group with other friends with good conduct in the school to pick up the "scrap copper and rotten iron" that people didn't want on this construction site and sell them for money to eat popsicles...

Popsicles are delicious, but people who don't behave fast enough usually end up miserable, so they can only be taken home and eat fried meat with a whip...

However, he did not remember for long, and the motorcycle driver who came up to pick up the passengers interrupted his recollection, and Colin refused their beckoning and walked straight to the gate of the subway station.

When he came over today, he also collected information about the Black Forest subway station from the Internet, but unfortunately the harvest was not very big.

Then he removed the Black Forest metro station and asked his colleagues about the "train in the fog".

There are quite a few people who have sat on this thing...

After a brief understanding, you probably know that the experience of this thing is not the same, but generally speaking, as long as it does not exceed three stops, there will not be much of a problem.

And the task requirement is only to let him sit for three stops.

After entering the subway station, Colin did not rush to buy a ticket, but walked around the subway station slowly, noted the layout of the subway station, and then went to the ticket office to buy a ticket for the last subway at 23:00 at the latest.

"Is it eleven o'clock at the latest..."

Colin puts away the ticket stub.

Then, he deliberately found a massage chair with no one left and right, unplugged the power of the massage chair, went deep into his coat pocket with his left hand, pulled out a piece of parchment, shook it, spread his hands, and looked at it as if no one was around.

It wasn't until 10:45 a.m. that the announcement began for the first time to announce the news of the last train.

In the entire waiting hall, Colin was the only one who stood up.

He came to Platform One alone.

"Rumble~"

The last train at 11 o'clock in the evening arrived at the station on time after ten minutes.

However, Colin did not go up and remained still.

It's just that, I don't know if it's an illusion, after the last train and subway left, everything in the platform within my line of sight began to be distorted, the brightness gradually turned white, and the color exposure was dazzling...

The atmosphere began to be eerie.

"Are you coming?"

Colin narrowed his eyes and noticed that it was now eleven and ten minutes, and that the "train in the fog" would arrive in five minutes.

After another minute or two, he suddenly noticed that there was some hazy haze wafting in the subway station at some point, which was very faint but made people feel uneasy.

The atmosphere around us has become more and more oppressive with the passage of time.

Time seems to have slowed down.

Colin found that after the fog appeared, he began to show symptoms of easy distraction.

However, he didn't have to think about it yet.

"Bang dang ~ bang dang ~ bang dang ~"

There was a heavy sound of a train running over the tracks.

At the same time, Colin suddenly noticed that the surrounding haze was already clearly visible, and everything around him seemed to be constantly collapsing and decomposing.

Glass, walls, signs, the air, the dust and microbes in the air, and even the light, everything seems to dissipate and dissimilate into a gray and white haze.

At this moment, it seems that he is not standing at the entrance of the subway station, but on an isolated island, surrounded by a long gray fog...

But this is not the key, the key is the upcoming train.

"This 'clang' sound... It's not like a subway or something, it's more like a train, but it's obviously a seamless track. ”

Colin listened.

The movement of the subway is not small from this, at least it will not make a "clang" sound, but "rumble", after all, this track does not have gaps like the previous train tracks.

The train walked on the track of the subway but made a "clang" sound, does it mean that the reality has changed somehow?

And just as Colin's thoughts diverged, a monotonous and pale train flute came out of the dark tunnel opening, from far and near.

With the sound of this voice, the surrounding haze seemed to be given life, squirming and twitching like flowing internal organs...

Soon, Colin saw a dim light emerge from the darkness of the tunnel, this light was inexplicably evil, accompanied by a clearer and clearer "clang" sound, quickly approaching the platform.

In the blink of an eye, Colin was stunned and saw an ancient train moving slowly in front of his sight.

It doesn't seem to take a few seconds to stop.

It's just that...

This, how did this suddenly come to an eye?

Colin breathed for a moment and shook his head vigorously, realizing that he seemed to be distracted again?

He remembered that he should have watched the train come out, but there was no memory of it coming out in his mind, as if the process of the train from the appearance of the tunnel to the stop had been erased or omitted by some force.

So much so that the last memory fragment, I still saw the lights in the tunnel...

In the blink of an eye, the train had stopped in front of me.