binary dead train

Chapter 2 Passengers
"What is this?!"

Turing took off his glasses abruptly, and the scene just now disappeared in an instant, and the warm light shone on him again.

He suppressed his beating heart, his back was already drenched in cold sweat.

"What is that? A ghost?"

Fear comes from the unknown.

Turing swallowed, waved his hand towards the seat beside him, but didn't touch anything.And just after he put on his glasses, he saw a person sitting beside him.

Lightly hammering his chest, Turing looked at the pair of glasses.

At this moment, this pair of exaggerated glasses looked extremely strange in his eyes.

Do you want to throw it away?

Calmness gradually overcame the fear, and he put it back on.

Turing knew that panic was useless.It is also impossible for him to sit calmly in his position with a group of invisible people sitting around him.

Gotta see what this is.

Voices of people spoke again, the warm yellow light turned into blue light, and the entire carriage was filled with icy tones, and those figures that he hadn't had time to see clearly appeared before his eyes again.

Beside the window, a man in a blood-red windbreaker with silver-white hair.

The handicapped seat, a man with a severed hand in a hood and a feather-like robe.

Not far from the four seats of Turing, there is a very skeleton figure, hunched over and not knowing what he is doing.

At the front of the carriage was a woman with long black hair, with large and small black boxes at her feet.

The last person sat next to Turing.It is a man holding a cage and talking to himself, wearing a metal mask on his face.

Outlandish costumes, different styles of painting.

Urban legend?

supernatural event?

No matter what it is, this is a situation that is absolutely impossible to encounter every day.

The behavior of these people turning a blind eye to him aroused strong curiosity in Turing. He took a deep breath and forced himself to observe the situation calmly.

Except for the man who was holding the cage and talking to himself, the other figures were all blurred, and it was impossible to see the whole picture clearly.

And the layout of the car has completely changed.

Those wall panels and ceilings that were originally made of synthetic materials were replaced by rusty metal at this moment, and the seats under the passengers were also turned into chairs with exposed skeletons and only a few deformed steel plates attached to them.

Clusters of wires snaked around the car, the floor, the walls, and then gathered together and rushed into the ceiling.

The high-definition LCD TV was replaced by a small device, which was connected to the wall by stronger wires, projecting a green light curtain, but there was nothing on it.

There are also some posters with tattered packaging around them, some look like game posters, some look like movie stars, and some look like product advertisements.

When you put on the glasses and see the train compartment, it's like entering another world.

"Bang!"

The car body suddenly jolted violently, and Turing felt an obvious translation, and then returned to normal in a thrilling manner.

Accompanied by the sudden jolt, an electronically chaotic snowflake suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, flickering violently, and then gradually became clear: [Hello, Traveler]

"Is this displayed directly on the lens? AR technology?"

Turing is no stranger to such technologies, and there are many related products in the AR and VR fields.As for the actual installation on such a pair of eyes, it is estimated that it can only be seen in science fiction movies.

[Welcome to take the rail transit built and operated by Charon Company.We provide easy transportation to other memories.You currently have no destination selected. 】

Turing keenly captured this key word: memory.

This corresponds to the modern poem on the glasses label.

After thinking for a while, he habitually took out his phone.

Signal: None.

This made him have to give up the idea of ​​​​Baidu Charon.

If this place and the earth are not in the same dimension, then the mobile phone will naturally not have a signal.

He tried to find the switch or voice recognition on the glasses, but after the glasses didn't display any more words, he turned his attention to the passengers around him.

His hair was gray, and his features were covered by a handmade mechanical mask.A mechanical unit protrudes from the position of the left eye, like a retractable lens of a camera, but its shape is a smooth triangular prism with three red dots on it.

Wearing a pair of metal gloves on his left hand, the clothes on his body are a bit dilapidated, with a clear sense of layers, and a strong taste of rough science.

His state at this moment is the same as when Turing first got into the car, still holding an iron cage and muttering about something.

Turing tried to see what was inside the cage, but he couldn't see because of the tiny gaps between the iron cages and the blue light that wasn't bright.

"These passengers are also so-called 'travelers' like me? But they don't seem to notice me."

While Turing was thinking in his mind, he raised his head to look at the other person's face.

Seeing this, Turing suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

While Turing was sizing up the opponent, the one-eye with three red dots in the black mask turned around at some point, spinning and stretching towards Turing.

Before Turing could respond, the other party spoke:

"Young man, where are you from?"

A thick and powerful voice with a hint of hoarseness.

Can you communicate?
What does he want to do?
Turing looked directly at the other party, and the other party looked at him silently.

After a long time, the other party's leisurely voice came from my ear again: "Young man, where are you from?"

After realizing that the other party seemed to be extremely patient and not hostile, Turing decided to answer the other party's question: "...Yezhou."

Hearing that, the other party lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.

He doesn't seem to know Yezhou.

Turing did not lie about the place name, but the other party obviously had never heard of the place name.

"Then according to the next development, these people may come from other dimensions? Other spaces? Or..."

Thinking of this, Turing's eyes narrowed.

Their languages ​​are mutually intelligible.

This is not something that can be understood by simple thinking, and Turing postulated it as the translation mechanism of this pair of glasses.

"I want to make a deal with you."

At this moment, the other party interrupted Turing's thinking.

Turing looked up - he didn't expect the other party to say such a word suddenly.

"Do you know where this is?" Turing asked the other party in turn.

"I want to make a deal with you."

"Of course you can, if you tell me where this is."

"I want to make a deal with you."

"..."

The atmosphere gradually became weird.

The other party seemed to ignore his question, but kept repeating his own question.

It's like when you talk to an NPC in the game, you choose the same option repeatedly, and the other party keeps repeating the same answer.

"Young man, where are you from?"

"..."

Just as Turing was thinking, the words of the iron mask returned to the original starting point again. Turing felt that the other party was not like a living person, but more like an NPC, or a repetitive program AI.

"I'm from Azeroth."

As Turing expected, the other party lowered his head again, as if after thinking for a while, he expressed that he wanted to make a deal with Turing.

"Of course you can, please."

"I want to know how I died."

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(End of this chapter)