binary dead train

Chapter 1 The Last Train

Sharp lightning flashes across the sky, illuminating the street below.

Under the dark red billboard, Turing wrapped his cotton coat tightly and took a step back to avoid the raindrops dripping from above.

"It's almost twelve o'clock... the subway station won't be out of service, will it?"

Turing put away his cell phone, looked at the heavy rain ahead, tightened his collar, pulled down his hood and rushed into the rain.

It was close to twelve o'clock in the morning, and there were no other pedestrians on the street at this time. Turing stepped on puddles, mixed with the torrential rain, and rushed past the crumbling subway station sign.

"call--"

Heaving a sigh of relief, Turing took off his rain-soaked hood as he passed through the security checkpoint where only the machine was running.

This Zuoshandiao coat bought at a discount on Double Eleven was still warm, but it was not waterproof. At this time, he was already soaked, so he had to take off his clothes and carry them in his hands.

Wet shoes walked up the stairs, and the shops below the subway station were almost closed, except for "Jin Dao Beef", which was still emitting warm lights, and gradually faded away with the noise of the rolling shutter doors.

"Hey! Brother!"

The figure pulling the shutter door stopped and looked towards Turing: "Are you still catching the subway at this hour?"

Turing stopped panting heavily, and looked at the dim subway stairs of Line [-] over there: "Has the last train left?"

"Huh~" The beef shop owner exhaled a puff of smoke and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand: "Just left."

"I'm numb." Turing rubbed his face, and subconsciously said a mantra, "Forget it, thank you brother."

He was a little annoyed that he missed the subway.

"Hey, wait a minute." The beef boss stopped Turing, "My nephew works on the subway side, and he said that there are too many overtime work in the innovation park recently, and the last bus needs to be issued. It seems that there will be a bus around half past midnight. Why don't you hold on?"

"Really?" Hearing this, Turing looked at his phone, and it was just past zero, "Forget it, it's already at this point anyway, let's wait."

The sound of clattering came again, the boss had already pulled down the shutter door, and the surroundings were also lit up with emergency lights.

"The young man is quite young, just started working?" The boss went to pick up the backpack next to the shutter door, and looked at the wet clothes in his hands.

"Yes, intern." Turing took back the phone.

"Working overtime so late just after going to work?" The boss said tut-tsk, and handed him a cigarette as if chatting with Turing, but the latter declined.

"It's normal." Turing narrowed his eyes, "College students just out of society are like this. Overtime, social animals, study, promotion and job-hopping. Internships are also mainly about learning, understanding the industry, understanding the position, and accumulating experience. It's nothing. "

"The young man is very enlightened. The young people nowadays are all drunk and dreamy, and they like to say that they live in the present. I have a distant nephew who is about your age, hangs out in bars all day, fools around, and wants to make a lot of money... This is not pure. Nonsense?" The boss gave him a thumbs up, "Do you have any dreams?"

"Dream." Turing smiled, "Does it count as being famous in history?"

The boss burst out laughing: "Then in ancient times, this is called pursuing fame and fortune."

"Yeah." Turing took a breath of the cold air in the air and looked at the extinguished shop sign, "Those ancient poems from childhood to university are all indifferent to fame and fortune, but you say that people live this life and don't leave something in the world. What about your own traces?"

The boss was taken aback, and looked at Turing in surprise.

"That statement is interesting."

Then he took something out of the bag and handed it to Turing, "I'll give you an umbrella. See how wet your clothes are."

"Isn't that good?" Turing scratched his cheek.

"Take it, my daughter will pick me up by car. Just remember to return me when you get off the subway tomorrow morning."

Unable to resist the enthusiasm of the big brother, Turing could only put down the umbrella, looked at the pink pattern on the umbrella, and the voice of the big brother came from the side: "My daughter bought me an umbrella, what is it, it is popular now. Maybe you young people like it, but I am a big man, use this umbrella?"

Just as he was talking, Big Brother's phone rang. He took out his phone and trot towards the subway entrance: "I'm calling right now... Get down quickly, don't miss it again!"

is a good man.

Turing looked at the umbrella, held a pink flower in his hand, and walked towards the depths of the subway. Behind him came the boss's carefree voice: "Come on, your name will go down in history!"

……

"Ta...tat..."

In the dim subway, only the sound of Turing's soles slapping on the ground remained, and the emergency lighting was so dim that it was impossible to even see the whole picture of the stairs.After swiping the card, Turing could only hold the phone and fumble forward with the light on.

"Strange, why do you feel that the stairs today are a bit too long?" Turing looked back to confirm whether he had gone wrong. "And it's too dark."

He walked down several steps, but still did not reach the end.

Turing couldn't help but quicken his pace.

At this moment, his feet were empty, and the hairs started to rise.

Boom!
Accompanied by a loud noise, the whole person suddenly fell down the stairs, rolled down, and the lighted mobile phone slid and flew far away in an instant, and the backpack and umbrella fell not far away.

"hiss……"

Turing hugged his leg, unable to speak due to the pain.

After a while, he got up from the ground staggeringly.

"What's the matter with the stairs...why did it suddenly become higher...Which big cow designed the stairs?"

He hopped over to the cell phone that was glowing in the dark, and picked it up with some distress: "Fortunately...the cell phone is not broken."

If you don't count the dense scratches on the back.

"Buzz..."

Turing, who was checking his mobile phone, paused.

boom! ! !
The warm yellow light flashed across his stunned face, the galloping strong wind blew his hair, and a high-speed train roared past!

It turned out that before I knew it, I had fallen to the side of the subway track and slipped out of the yellow line.

He bounced up suddenly, grabbed something and retreated quickly, feeling a wave of fear in his heart.

"Almost disappeared..."

As he said that, he looked at the empty track: "Where's the safety barrier? The temporary construction has been demolished?"

Looking at the bright lights of the train passing by, Turing let out a long breath, moved away from the track, and waited quietly in place.

After waiting for a while, but the train seemed to be moving forward endlessly, Turing couldn't help running towards the back of the train, looking at the endless passage.

"This thing...is it a train or a subway? Does the subway have such a long train?"

He had been standing next to the track for more than two minutes, blowing the cold wind, but the subway seemed to have no intention of stopping.

Just when Turing thought that he still had to take a taxi home, the speed of the train gradually slowed down, and finally, the last carriage stopped in front of Turing's eyes.

The two-way doors opened, and bright lights shot out from the inside, shining on Turing who was a little embarrassed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, stepped in, and sat down at a random place.

"Crack..."

Accompanied by the sound of the train shutting down, there was a crisp sound from behind his buttocks. Turing froze for a moment before realizing that he had crushed something, and quickly pulled it out from behind his buttocks.

It was a pair of windproof glasses with a plain white tag.

To be precise, it was a pair of unusually wide windproof glasses, made of solid material, and the buttock just now couldn't make any cracks.

"Who fell here?"

He looked at the label of the glasses, which didn't have any trademark or size label, but three or two lines of text.

On the front it reads: [Leave the memories of those who forgot to buy tickets. 】

It reads on the back: [Just treat it as a gift. 】

"Is this some kind of modern poetry?" Turing tilted his head, his curiosity aroused.

Taking out his mobile phone, he typed these suspected poetry words into the search engine, but what caught his eyes besides various ticket-grabbing apps were some irrelevant search results.

Moreover, this is not modern poetry and literature, but rather printed by the owner of the spectacles who pretends to be sentimental.

"A flat mirror without a prescription?"

So he put it on.

At some point, the hustle and bustle of the high-speed train has faded away, like the calm before the storm, something is breaking out of its shell.

A gust of cold wind blows.

Turing squeezed the transparent glasses legs with both hands, blinked his eyes, and couldn't believe his glasses.

"The lights... turned blue?"

The next moment, like a drowning person breaking through the sea, or a traveler breaking into a troubled area, the manic sound waves squeezed Turing's eardrums.

After a long time, he put down his hands tightly covering his ears and looked around.

At some point, passengers in twos and threes were already sitting in his compartment.

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(End of this chapter)