Area 51, Nevada, USA, this searchable area on satellite maps often attracts aliens and UFO fans from all over the world to "visit the Holy Land", and they are all looking forward to seeing the "flying saucer fall" again.

As for whether there are aliens or not, there are different opinions, but there are indeed rumors that black technology comes from advanced civilizations.

Two travellers from the United Kingdom rented a motorhome and drove across most of the United States, eventually dropping off outside Area 51.

They started their beers and prepared their cameras to take a group photo.

"Graeme, are you ready? Laugh one. Traveler Clive waved his camera.

"Of course." Graeme held the bottle aloof, smiling silly.

And it's all being monitored.

Unbeknownst to the two travelers, beneath their feet, five thousand meters underground, had been hollowed out decades ago, filled with a force field that was in action all the time, and in the middle of the force field was a continuous "research institute".

The security guards watching the surveillance took a sip of black coffee, ate a doughnut, and mocked the two travelers on the ground: "What a fool, there are no aliens in this world." ”

He was still eating, and he didn't know what kind of black technology experiments were being done in the layers under his feet.

In the last layer, the wiring is neatly connected to the socket to provide power to the instrument, and the equipment is full, but it is only for a small instrument.

Saying that it is a small instrument is actually derived from comparison, because this small and cute instrument is really like a caterpillar made of machinery, and wireless charging replenishes energy for mechanical caterpillars in the form of force fields.

In the monitoring room, which is separated by several layers of thick protective shields, the researchers are waiting for them.

"Countdown to the first experiment of Mindsworm hole, 10,9,8··· Initiate! ”

A huge humming sound came from the black technology motor, but it was taken in by the sound-absorbing place.

With the conversion of electricity, that mechanical caterpillar began to be full of vitality and full of ... vitality".

The meditation worm made with black technology began to wriggle on the small "booth".

Its mouthparts open and close, gnawing at space.

Worm-eaten apples will carve out passages in apples, so if space becomes an "apple", where will this gnawed passage lead?

Is it anywhere in the world? Or... Another parallel space-time?

The effect of the spatial folds was smoothed out by the force field released by the other instruments, leaving only a tiny cavity of infinite depth.

"Did it work?" The leader of the experiment is intent,

He was dressed in a white coat and looked to be about fifty years old, which was probably the illusion of a bald head and a full beard, and if baldness was aside, he did look a little like Jesus depicted in the frescoes of the cathedrals.

His name was written on the ID card on his chest [Dr. Jesus Christ]

Or he could be called God.

Dr. Geathers asked himself, "Did I succeed?" Has the joint program really succeeded? ”

The assistant student on the side opened the champagne: "Teacher, the progress of the Meditation Worm project will definitely be successful." ”

But obviously, opening champagne at half-time does not bode well.

The meditation worm paused, the light in the little worm's eyes flickered, and the original established program was out of order at this moment,

As a result, it began to uncontrollably gnaw away at one cavity after another in the space around it, large or small.

So a group of researchers began to be tired of fighting fires, programmers repaired, and the maintenance of black technology was real-time through data monitoring and control...

The assistant held the champagne and couldn't say a word.

The space seems to be as weak as paper, and the caverned space is vaguely connected.

Countless thumb-sized cavities were connected to the size of fists, and the irregular surface became more and more rounded under the gnawing of the meditative worm.

When the firefighting is completed, the meditation worm goes down,

The wormhole is the size of a basketball board.

"Lock and catch that wormhole! Fast! ”

The instrument is turned on, but the program is still running, but it is already locked.

"! I should have cleaned up my memory! "What are you doing?! Why hasn't it been caught yet! "Hurry up!"

But the timing did not wait for anyone, and the wormhole suddenly condensed into an imperceptible singularity, fell into space, and disappeared in place.

All that's left is the down-down contemplative worm.

The leader looked coldly at the assistant holding the champagne glass: "Open, continue to open the champagne in the half." ”

"Dr. Geathers, found the wormhole." A person debriefed.

"Where?" Gisers asked immediately.

"Japan, a certain point on the line from Kyoto Station to Maibara Station, it seems to... It has been expanded, and the newly developed Gunmaru is on this line, and now... On the move. ”

“Jesus Christ···” Dr. Gisers covered his forehead and eyes, and called out his name.

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After the trigger from Osaka Station and the arrival of Kyoto Station, three passengers walked into the originally empty carriage.

One black, one brown and one white, the three-seater is in the middle, only separated from the blind matchmaker.

However, the three obviously didn't care about the blind man and the matchmaker, and just talked in a low voice.

The Gun Maru then continued to depart.

"Aren't there any crew members on board?" The blind man also asked in a low voice, from the beginning to the present, he has not seen a single flight attendant.

"No, the Gunmaru itself is a 'self-help' train, and passengers can go to the dining car to eat and find drinks when they walk around by themselves, and in the end, the Gunmaru is a new train that has just been put into use, and there is not even a purser, because the Gunmaru is just like an iron train man, it has artificial intelligence,

But artificial intelligence is a little bad, it is easy to be hacked by hackers in the black domain, so that some functions are disabled, for example, when you fight with the rice elephant, there should be a mechanical guard to stop it, but obviously you don't see the mechanical guard. The matchmaker also whispered to the blind man.

On the side, Wang Ziming lay on the table and fell asleep after eating.

"Oh, no wonder." The blind man knows.

Then the train sounded: "Dear passengers and friends, hello, the train is about to arrive..."

However, the prompt sound then emitted a zila current sound, and it also began to become distorted and repetitive.

"Hello, hello, hello... The train is about to arrive, arrive, arrive, such as the moon... Ruyue··· Qunzhen Station··· Qunzhen Station, Qunzhen Station has arrived,

Please do not get off the bus at will, please do not get off at will, please do not get off at will, please do not get off at will, please do not get off at will,

Feel free to get off, feel free to get off, get off, get off. ”

"What's going on?" The blind man secretly said in his heart, "Qunzhen Station? Is there a stop on the line? ”

The matchmaker rubbed her eyes and looked out the window, her eyes full of disbelief.

Day turned into night, shrouded in mist, and in the mist there was only the outline of a mountain, and the forest was dark, as if it had opened a huge mouth that could swallow people.

The platforms of the old-fashioned stations are dilapidated, and the lights flicker on and off, attracting light-seeking moths to bury one after another.

A passenger, dressed in a variety of costumes, poured into the car through the open door.

They are very quiet, and after they sit down, they do their own things, or they are sleeping or playing with their mobile phones or tablets, and they also communicate in low voices.

The blind man felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

Or the demon consciousness in the body opened his mouth to break: "These things are not people. ”

The train did not leave for a long time, only the prompt tone repeated: "Please get off, get off, get off..."

The matchmaker turned on her phone and found a message.

"Don't get out of the car, don't get out of the car, don't get out of the car."

The three people next to him also took out their mobile phones, their faces full of doubts.

The blind man's phone vibrated and he took it out and looked at it.

It was sent by a "person" with the remark "Lingling".

Intracerebral imaging saw the content of the message.

"Why don't you get out of the car and look at me? Qin Xiya. ”

The blind man suddenly realized: "Oh, hell. ”