To change trains once, Wei Gushu shuttled through the unfamiliar city with his somewhat bleak luggage, a little dazed.

The air is very good, with plenty of fresh moisture, and the sky is also blue and lovely, with a very fresh light blue, and I don't even know if it's an illusion, even the white clouds are a little whiter.

All this is due to the fact that the northeast of the country's mainland is surrounded by the sea on three sides, bringing enough air and climate to make the locals proud, and Wei Goshu is also praised by the crowd.

But the most realistic problem now is not the so-called climate, nor the so-called cool autumn, but a more realistic problem.

Wei Gu is lost.

There are no platforms in this city at all, as written on the last ticket.

He asked no less than seven or eight passers-by from the time he entered the train station to the present, and everyone's answers were plausible, and they couldn't be found at all on the station navigation display on the other side.

"Isn't this a trick? I wrote the departure time and the end station, but I didn't write any place to check in! ”

Wei Gushu took the quaint ticket in his hand, looked at the line of lead words that were getting closer and closer to the train on it, and decided to be a dead horse doctor, and pulled the suitcase into the nearest waiting room with a puffy head.

I don't believe you can build your own site.

Wei Gushu's inner courage gradually passed as the waiting time on the platform became longer and longer, and he looked at the high-speed rail tickets in the hands of other passengers, and then compared the one in his hand, the more he looked at it, the more he felt empty.

To tell you the truth, if you want to say whose ticket is beautiful, it must be your own beauty, and there are beautiful bronzing prints on it, but compared to other people's tickets, the more you look at it, the more it looks like a fake......

"Harryot, it's not like I haven't seen it, nine and three-quarters of a platform, right? This is also not King's Cross station in London, England........ This is Shahekou Railway Station! ”

Wei Yushu kicked his suitcase a little angrily, and looked up at the crowded platform, on which the words Shahekou Railway Station were written in standard font in strong and simple red Chinese characters, how could it not be a mysterious place like King's Cross Station.

Wei Gushu waited for time to pass little by little, and his courage and patience also ran out little by little.

He looked at the ticket and admission letter in his hand, and the bright red ribbon in it, and really began to wonder if he would miss the world completely because he didn't find the station.

Theoretically, this kind of nonsense will not happen, Wei Gushu simply gave up thinking completely and quietly waited for the departure time to come.

The simple black white background of the large clock minute hand ticking, hanging at the top of the waiting room, when the train station was just completed, this large quartz watch was a fashionable rarity, but now in the case of a mobile phone in the hands of people do not seem to need it to tell the time for waiting passengers, it is more as a symbolic hanging on the heights.

The minute hands moved to twelve o'clock, and the hour hands jumped a notch, and they fell silent.

With this eerie silence, the largest mechanical flop train timetable under the clock suddenly seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and the black blades printed with white letters rotated rapidly.

Countless characters flashed rapidly, accompanied by a continuous sound of rattling, and finally all the blades, rows, and columns stopped on the blank pages of pure black, emptying all the train numbers, and returning to the original pure black as if closing the station.

The sound of a blade made of plastic turning is short and small, but what if hundreds or thousands of blades are flapping together?

It was like the wind blowing through the foliage of the forest, the sound was like the wind, and it was like the waves, and suddenly it became quiet in the whole waiting hall This sound brought a small echo, wave after wave.

This mechanical flop train timetable is very rare and has long been replaced by more modern LED screens, but here, it has been preserved in this platform, perhaps it has been preserved through a hundred years of history just for this moment?

In Wei Gushu's shocked eyes, the pure black flop began to flip again from Tranquility, but this time only the first action was taken.

K00001 train ticket gate A1

K00001 train ticket gate A2

K00001 train gate B1

..........

Each row has been replaced with K00001, and the ticket gates are open from A1 to G4.

In other words, the entire railway station, no, all the ticket gates, all the platforms, all the entrances, all the train tracks, all opened for Wei Gushu alone at this moment.