Rebel Demon King

Chapter 297 Death Train: Lake Baikal

The English poems on the radio obviously didn’t take a group of people doing inspections in the corridor seriously. Most of the Russian gangsters who couldn’t understand English only understood the first line, “Pasternak to Tsvetaeva (note 1)" The names of these two people, the former is a Nobel Prize winner with a bleak end, and the latter is Russia's most famous female poet.

Of course, most gangsters only heard two slightly familiar names, and they didn't know what these two people were doing or what their relationship was. A long section of English poetry with beautiful rhetoric was just a background of cadences for them.

After the poem was finished and Sith the clown introduced himself, the Russians asked what the man who pretended to be B on the radio was talking about, so a black-haired Russian youth who knew English began to translate.

After translating the arrogant speech of Sith the Clown, there was a burst of cheerful laughter in the corridor, and everyone thought it was just a prank.

The black-haired Russian youth who was in charge of the translation also read a passage of Tsvetaeva's poem about clowns with affection, "The devil in me, the devil in me is not dead, he is alive and alive. In the flesh it seems to be In confinement, in the self as in a cell, the world is but within walls. The exits are made of knives and axes. The whole world is a stage, the actor's rhetoric, the shambling clown, no joker: in In the flesh as if in glory, in the flesh as in the robes of government. May you live forever!"

It is rare for a gangster to have a long poem that fits the occasion at his fingertips. Cheng Mo guessed that if the times he experienced were not so bad, maybe he would not have become a gangster.

Russians are still very rich in literature and art, and this poem is also very relevant to gangsters, so no one interrupted him, and after he finished reciting, everyone raised their guns and shouted together: "May You live forever!", and gave warm applause to this literary and artistic young man.

No one realizes that the danger is coming, and they seem to be really at a party at the moment.

But Cheng Mo, as the holder of Ouroboros, knows that things are not so optimistic. It is obvious that the one who recites the poem on the radio is a Chosen One, and he is also a very famous Chosen One.

Cheng Mo immediately looked at the carrier of the Napoleon family, and then saw the serious expression of the carrier with the Mohawk head. At this moment, he was looking up at the roof of the car with his head half raised.

Cheng Mo raised his wrist, glanced at the map, and found that there were red dots flashing on the roof of the car. Surprisingly, there were more than one of them. Cheng Mo's map can show four carriages, each of which has a red dot on the roof. a red dot.
There is nothing strange about appearing so arrogantly on the roof of the car in broad daylight. It seems that this person who calls himself the Clown Sith is not just a person, but a group action.

The people who made Napoleon VII so important must not be unknown people. Even if Cheng Mo's heart is strong, he can't help but want to swear at this moment. Edge, but every time there is a new twist, this shit-like plot is exactly the same as a third-rate spy movie.
Barely worthy of consolation is third-rate?Anyway, it's not a nine-rate film. The nine-rate film has no brains, and it won't have such twists and turns.
Cheng Mo himself naturally wouldn't think about these irrelevant things. He immediately adjusted his mentality and began to think about what he should do in the face of the current situation. He planned to stop going with the inspection team and told Nicholas to wait. He went directly to test whether the conductor in the No. [-] car was Shirkov, and wondered if so many chosen ones on the train would not resist, maybe it would not be as dangerous as he guessed?

Just at this moment, two red dots appeared on the map, one from the left and the other from the right, jumping out of the NO.11 carriage, and then the red dot disappeared in an instant, at a place no more than 20 meters away from the train.

Cheng Mo's heart shuddered.

The seven or eight walkie-talkies in the corridor started to make noise again, and a fearful cry came from inside: "Please help, ask for support, there is a devil in the No. 2 car. The devil we can't kill with a gun. He."

Before the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie finished speaking, it became a gasp of "hehe", as if someone had pinched his neck, and then the penetrating voice from the broadcast sounded again on the walkie-talkie, he was singing song, a German song, a well-known nursery rhyme from the Grimm's Fairy Tales in Germany: "My mother killed me, my father was eating me, my brothers and sisters sat at the bottom of the table. Pick up my bones , buried them, buried under the cold stone tablet."

There is also a touch of unworldly childlikeness in his singing voice, and a kind of utter darkness and distortion.

The whole carriage fell silent again, this silence was quite unreal, because the train was shaking and groaning, the white curtains were floating in the air, and all kinds of noisy inquiries were coming from those intercoms.
Everyone looked at the leaders, among whom the carrier of Napoleon VII had disappeared into the crowd. Someone picked up the walkie-talkie and told everyone not to speak, and he contacted the people in front, but the people in the first two cars did not respond at all. And the group of people who were inspecting the third car said that a strange person came and asked who is the chosen one and who would like to play games with him
The conversation didn't last long, and a crisp gunshot sounded from the intercom, and then the connection was cut off.
Most of the gangsters are located in the No. 150 and No. [-] compartments, and they have lost contact. There are no less than [-] gangsters in the first two compartments, which also means that the biggest force of the gangsters may be gone.

This made the leaders sitting in the No.14 car very anxious, and immediately called the team with the largest number of people through the walkie-talkie, that is, the inspection team in the No. 20 car to go to the front to see what was going on. The most powerful force on the train, the others are scattered in each car of the train
So the review team started to turn around and walk back. Cheng Mo, who was at the junction of the train, quickly grabbed Nicholas, and the two stood beside the aisle.

The scene outside the door and window was still moving backwards quickly, seemingly unaffected at all, Cheng Mo whispered: "Don't go there."

"What's wrong?" Nicholas asked suspiciously.

"Dangerous." Cheng Mo said two words concisely.

Nicholas thought of Lin, and said with some trepidation: "Could it be someone like Lin?"

Cheng Mo hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Nicholas looked back at the team that was going to the third carriage, shouted: "Ivan Ivan" and shouted: "Vorobev."

No one responded, only gangsters from other gangs passing by the junction turned their heads and looked at him. Nicholas cursed in a low voice: "Oops! Ivan and the others can't follow, I have to find them and I can't let them die."

Cheng Mo was just about to speak, and wanted to persuade Nicholas to deal with the conductor of the No. , go to the NO.9 car to find me, if I'm still not there, go to the dining car to find me."

Nicholas nodded, and the two walked quickly back to the No. [-] car.

Cheng Mo stopped at the door of Box 9-12, and Nicholas, who was in a hurry, continued to move forward. Cheng Mo knocked on the door, and Mr. Evans' exhausted and helpless wonderful voice sounded inside, "Who?"

"I! Success!" Cheng Mo responded in a low voice.

The door was quickly opened a crack, and Cheng Mo stepped in, but it was not Mr. Evans who opened the door, but Xie Minyun pretending to be Maria Sharapova. She grabbed the doorknob and looked at him, even with Meitong, she could clearly feel the uneasiness in her eyes dissipating at this moment, but she immediately turned around, sat on the bed and said lightly: "Hey~! The big detective is back so soon."

She completely forgot that she was playing a blonde Russian girl, and it seemed that she was a little dissatisfied because Cheng Mo kept everything from her and didn't discuss it with her.

Cheng Mo naturally wouldn't argue with Xie Minyun at this time, he said softly: "Senior sister, the situation is a bit bad now, so bad that I can't predict what will happen, now we have to go back to No. Those who go to Uncle Li, if there is really no other way, must seek the protection of Prince Napoleon."

Xie Minyun looked at Cheng Mo's expressionless face. She knew that Cheng Mo didn't like sensationalism, so she said, "Can it be worse than the current situation? I really can't think of it."

Xie Minyun was not too nervous. In her opinion, the current situation is bad enough, and it cannot be worse.

"Many incredible things may happen next, so be prepared!" Cheng Mo didn't explain much, just said.

"Don't worry! Maybe I've seen even more incredible things, but no one will believe me!" Xie Minyun stood up from the bed and leaned over to get the blue LADY bag hidden in the pillow.

Cheng Mo speculates that Xie Minyun may have come into contact with the Chosen One, but she probably doesn't know about the Chosen One and the inner world.

Mr. Evans was not too shocked to see Cheng Mo actually speaking Chinese with Maria, as if he knew it long ago, holding the silent little loli, he asked with some trepidation: "Cheng, did it happen? What's the matter? Why haven't you arrived in Irkutsk yet? What happened to the broadcast just now?"

Cheng Mo turned his head and looked at Mr. Evans. There were thick dark circles around his eyes. He seemed to have aged ten years overnight. His hair was a little greasy and his wrinkles were much deeper. Cheng Mo sighed in his heart, " I will never reach Irkutsk!" But he did not tell the truth cruelly, but said lightly: "Some accidents have happened now, maybe it is a good thing, but we must quickly hide in the dining car!"

"But can we move freely in the car? Didn't the police not allow us to move around in the car at will?" Evans said tangled.

Cheng Mo took the AK-74M on his back and asked, "Do you still believe they are the police?"

Mr. Evans was silent. How could the team that even Cheng Mo could get in at will be the police or the army? There is no doubt that those people, as Cheng Mo said before, were disguised by gangsters. Mr. Evans felt that they were The last hope was shattered, and his eyes turned gray.

"I only have one last piece of advice for you. Others are not enough to rely on. You can only rely on yourself to survive." After a pause, Cheng Mo continued: "Can you shoot?"

Evans glanced at his wife behind him and the little girl in his arms, as if he had burst out with the last strength, and said firmly, "Yes."

Cheng Mo stuffed the AK-74M into Mr. Evans' hand, "Then get ready to shoot!"

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Under Cheng Mo's suggestion, Mr. Evans and Mrs. Evans packed up some necessary things, stuffed them into a backpack that originally belonged to the little loli, and then Mrs. Evans carried it on the back. There were noisy footsteps, and panicked shouts and bumps.

Cheng Mo glanced at Mr. Evans, meaning he was asking if he was ready, while Mr. Evans looked at Mrs. Evans who was holding Little Lolita, and then nodded.

Cheng Mo opened the door, and there were quite a few passengers in the corridor who were running away in panic. There were faint gunshots in the carriage far in front, not sporadic ones, but violent gunshots like fried beans. It's just because the distance is too far, the sound is not loud, but at this time it happens to be a curved curve, and Cheng Mo can see the somewhat charred carriage in front through the window.

Cheng Mo could imagine the miserable situation ahead, no wonder the whole train was in chaos, he smiled wryly and said: "It seems that there is no need to shoot!"

Mr. Evans at the back couldn't see the scorched carriages outside the window, and found that there were many people in the corridor, and the scene was very chaotic. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked anxiously: "Then what should we do now?" ?”

"Go to the dining car." Cheng Mo took the lead and walked out of the private room. Xie Minyun with dyed blond hair followed behind him. Mrs. Evans was holding a little loli next to him, and Mr. Evans was holding an AK-74M in the back. .

The five people followed the people who escaped from the front compartment and walked back. These people had terrified faces, no one spoke, but their mouths were trembling.

Behind them, a passenger tried to pass the slow-moving Evans group, but when they saw the AK-74M in Evans' hands, they stopped and could only keep urging: "Can you hurry up!" "Can you hurry up!"

Finding that Evans ignored them, he squeezed past them regardless of whether Evans had a gun or not.

Little Lolita was infected by such a terrifying atmosphere, and cried loudly. Mrs. Evans kept coaxing Little Lolita, but this did not alleviate Little Lolita's fear.

Xie Minyun, who was walking in front of Mrs. Evans, took out a candy from his pocket, peeled off the wrapper, and handed it back to Little Lolita, "Rebecca, don't be afraid, everyone is just playing a game and eat a candy, eat a candy , you won’t be afraid anymore!”

The tearful little Lolita directly brought her mouth closer, ate the candy in Xie Minyun's hand, and stopped crying.

Xie Minyun reached out and wiped the little girl's tears, and said with a smile, "You're so good."

K20 has arrived at the south bank of Lake Baikal at this time. On the left of the train is the vast and vast Lake Baikal. The blue sky is connected with it. It is the largest freshwater lake in the world, so big that the train has to run along it. five or six hours.

Xie Minyun turned his head to look at the dizzyingly clear and transparent Lake Baikal, and whispered behind Cheng Mo: "Lake Baikal accounts for one-fifth of the world's fresh water. We Chinese call it Beihai, and Mongolians call it Da/Lai. Noel, you mean a lake like the sea, do you think we will die here?"

Xie Minyun's voice was very calm, without a trace of panic, as if he was asking an insignificant question like whether we should get out of the car and take a walk to see Lake Baikal.

When Cheng Mo persuaded Mr. Evans that "others are not enough to rely on", the shadow of Xie Minyun flashed in his mind. He felt that Xie Minyun was really a trustworthy person except for his temper. It's so rare. Knowing astronomy and geography, you won't panic when you encounter danger, and you won't lose your mind. When it's critical, you can rely on it without being delayed. The most important thing is that it is beautiful enough to be pleasing to the eye.

Such a girl can't be found with a lantern, let alone a lantern, even if you have a flashlight, searchlight, spotlight, or laser light.

Cheng Mo didn't look back, and said in a relaxed tone: "Of course not, I also promised Mr. Shen to be a number one student in the liberal arts exam!"

"You chose liberal arts?" Xie Minyun was very surprised. She originally thought that Cheng Mo would definitely choose science.

"Ok!"

"Will you become a great scholar of anthropology like Uncle Cheng?"

"I don't know about this. In fact, I'm not sure. I'm just sure that I prefer liberal arts. Of course, I also want to study astronomy."

"Then do you plan to go to Tsinghua University or Peking University?" Xie Minyun asked again.

"Tsinghua University."

"I'll be waiting for you at Tsinghua University, and I'll still be your senior sister. I'm familiar with the capital. When the time comes, I'll take you to Houhai, Yandai Xiejie, which is a gathering place for literary and artistic youth, and I'll take you to Baoduzhang to eat Durener. It’s hard to get this food, but everyone who has eaten it says it’s delicious, as well as Cheese Wei’s combined bowl of cheese and coke rings. It’s also very interesting to chat on Jingshan Mountain in different seasons. The Forbidden City is at your feet. Looking back on the past and thinking about the present, the meaning Absolutely, if it snows heavily in winter, we must go to the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace, and we must go very early, otherwise the queue will squeeze you to death." When it comes to the word "death", Xie Minyun paused, and said with some annoyance: " Oops, I shouldn’t have said death.”

"Cheng Mo."

"Ah."

"if."

At this moment, Cheng Mo stopped in his tracks, and Xie Minyun, who was looking at the magnificent scenery of Lake Baikal outside the window, bumped into Cheng Mo's back unexpectedly.

Cheng Mo said quickly, "I'm sorry, senior, the road ahead is blocked, it seems that someone has locked the NO.14 compartment."

Xie Minyun looked forward, the corridor was full of people, like a Korean movie "Train to Busan" she had seen, someone was cursing loudly, and told the people in the No.14 car to open the door quickly.

At this time, Nicholas' rough voice came from behind Cheng Mo, "Success! Succeed!"

Cheng Mo looked back and saw Nicholas, who was sweating profusely. His face was full of ignorant, unknown, and delicate fears. Those details filled all his facial expressions, so that everyone who saw him could empathize with him; his The pupils were filled with a hopeless emotion, like a prisoner standing in front of the gallows, "It's over, it's over. I saw that the people in the front car are all dead."

(There is another one in the middle of the night)

　Note 1——Boris Leonidovich Pasternak, Soviet writer, poet, and translator.Main works: "Doctor Zhivago".

　　Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva is a famous Russian poet, essayist and playwright.Occupying an important position in the history of world literature in the 20th century, he is considered the greatest Russian poet of the [-]th century.

　　Regarding the relationship between the three writers, Tsvetaeva, Pasternak and Rilke, they are all in terms of literary propositions: they do not write the three pseudo-literatures, and they have a clear-cut stand against the three pseudo-literatures.It is this kind of like-mindedness that has contributed to the wonderful love among the three.Through Pasternak's recommendation and introduction, Tsvetaeva got in touch with the Austrian poet Rilke in the spring of 1926.As a result, the three of them started frequent correspondence and formed a strange love triangle.This kind of love affair built by communication has left a famous story in the world literary world. Their kisses and hugs on the paper, and the Platonic emotion between the lines, once again converted human beings from lust to spirit, and for human beings. Life over death sets a shining example.Tsvetaeva also wanted to give Pasternak a son.But marrying Pasternak is dangerous, because Pasternak does not write three false literatures, insists on his integrity, and is in danger in the Soviet Union.

　　


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