binary dead train

Chapter 3 Memories of the Dead
Turing's expression froze on his face, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Are you joking?"

"I want to know how I died."

"In exchange, you will receive a gift of my life."

After the voice fell, Turing's lens flashed for a while, and then became clear again:
【Geller Steen entrusts you to find out the cause of his death and find the murderer.In exchange, he is willing to pass on the knowledge he has learned all his life to you. 】

[Do you accept the entrustment? 】

[Tip: After accepting the commission, you will enter Geller Sting's death memories.This memory will start from a certain moment before his death until he enters the state of death]

[Tip: In Memories of Geller Sting's death, you will go directly into Geller Sting's point of view.To you, this is nothing more than a dream of death, but the number of times you die in the memory will inevitably cause immeasurable damage to the nerves. 】

[Reminder: After completing the entrustment, the door to return will be opened for you again]

In less than two seconds, Turing finished reading the information.

The information obtained from it is that the iron mask is called Geller Steen, and he is a dead person. This is a train that can enter the memories of the dead, so the person sitting next to him is just a "memory" with a fixed question-and-answer mode.

"Then the other people in the carriage are also in a similar state?" Turing looked up and scanned the figures that seemed to have been deliberately mosaiced.

This explanation makes sense, corresponding to the term "memory train".

Accept the commission and continue this adventure on the train, or get off the train after an unknown period of time, and return to the company tomorrow to continue being a social animal?

"How do I go back to my own world?"

This time, the eyepiece replied: "Just complete the commission."

That means there is no choice.

Turing was not an indecisive person, he rubbed his temples and chose to accept.

【You have accepted a commission from a passenger. 】

【Destination ahead: Geller Sting】

In an instant, the entire carriage was shrouded in bright red lights, and the speed of the train suddenly accelerated, and the powerful inertia fixed Turing on his seat.

bang——

With a dull pounding, piercing neighing, and a burst of turbulent tremors, the train slowly stopped.

"Station ahead: Geller Sting."

The double compartment doors opened, revealing an incandescent light.

Turing took a deep breath and stepped in.

……

Cold, intense dizziness, tinnitus with a prolonged tone.

The sound came like a tide, and with a sense of down-to-earth, Turing opened his eyes.

"Wow!"

The sea in the distance stirred up small waves.

Turing put down the hand that had been propped up by the window before arriving, and straightened his body.

The ground felt a slight shaking.

The air is full of salty smell.

The sound of the loud siren pierced into the ears.

"I'm on the boat?" Turing glanced around, his expression froze.

"This place..."

He is sitting in a cabin.

The ceiling and four walls are spliced ​​with steel, and some point-like devices are distributed on the wall, projecting countless parallel geometric screens, covering the entire wall.

The ceiling casts a dull light, and the messy wires are arranged above it.

A half-finished machine was placed in the center of the long metal table, surrounded by countless broken parts.

Seats creaked and loose parts rattled against each other.

A simple bed lay quietly in the corner, and a row of long metal cabinets were stacked beside it, with a mirror obliquely attached to them.

The iron door of the room looked unusually heavy, with horizontal and vertical structural panels poured, and a chest-sized valve placed in the center.

Listening to the sound of sea water in his ears, Turing felt his dizziness gradually subside, and tried to stand up,

Suddenly, something on his knees pressed against the table.

It was an iron cage.

Turing recognized that it was the thing that Geller Steen had been holding in the train.The difference from the train is that there seems to be something in the iron cage.

Turing didn't open it, put it on the messy table, walked to the dusty mirror, and reached out to wipe it.

The cold iron mask appeared in front of his eyes, and the hand that wiped off the dust reflected the luster of metal, exposing kinky wires and not-so-delicate metal components.

It was a mechanical arm, not a glove as he had first thought.

Turing scanned his whole body, and at this moment he had turned into the appearance of Geller Steen, no different from that on the train.

"This kind of appearance and environment with a very different style of painting... The people on the train really come from another world."

He tried to take off the mask, but he couldn't find any switches, and he didn't feel the air rebounding with his breath on his nose and cheeks.

"This mask... seems to have been transplanted on the face." Turing touched the mask, and his heart moved.

His sight suddenly zoomed in and out with his thoughts, and three clear dots moved with his sight, forming a triangle shape.

"This should be the function of Geller Steen's one-eyed eye." Turing understood that he had completely replaced Geller Steen's main perspective. It starts at a certain time, which means that after a certain amount of time, I will hang up for unknown reasons."

Turing quickly cleared his mind: "The question now is, how long will it be before I die?"

Thinking of this, Turing's eyes darkened.

……

When he regained consciousness again, he found himself back on the chair, with a strong tingling pain and dizziness in his brain. Turing hugged his head fiercely, breathing the air as if he lacked oxygen, and it took a few seconds to recover.

"I just... died?"

From regaining consciousness, checking the body, and thinking, the whole time will never exceed 10 minutes. The death came too suddenly, there was no explosion, no gunfire, and even no pain.

The feeling of experiencing death for the first time is not good. Even if it is painless, the brain will feel strong nerve compression after resetting.

"Time, I must know how long it has passed." Turing violently lifted the messy parts on the table, looking for any device that could record the time, and threw them away after failing.

The drawers of the rusty iron table, the bottom of the bed, the bar cabinet... Turing rummaged through it like a gust of wind.

Since he didn't know the time of death, he could only search for it as fast as he could.

He turned the whole room into a mess, and finally, he found a clock-shaped machine from the bar cabinet.

It looks like a makeshift mechanical object, with a broken shell, exposed wires and components, and a few needles are propped up in the center of the dial alone, emitting green LED light.

"found it."

But it was too late to be happy, Turing's eyes were dark again, and the strong dizziness collapsed.

"vomit……"

He went back to the long table again, lay down suddenly, and retched violently like a stomach spasm caused by alcoholism.Then he sat back in his chair and took a big breath of air.

Without much rest, he staggered to his feet, and took out the clock from the drawer with ease.

"It's four past four in the afternoon."

He wasted a lot of time looking for the clock in the last rewind, but before he died, he clearly remembered the time of death: [-]:[-].

He only has 9 minutes for each pullback.

"Not only is the time short, but there is also no sign of death." He looked around and walked to the wall full of projection screens. "These miserable-looking high-tech reminds me a little bit."

"Then it might be some kind of high-tech weapon... gunshot?" Turing walked to the place where he died last time, and looked back at the window. "There is only one window in the whole room, and guns can only come in from that side, but I Didn't hear any glass shattering. Armor-piercing projectile? Even if it penetrates the wall directly, there should be a lot of noise..."

"Could the problem be in the room itself?" But before looking for the alarm clock, he also turned the room upside down, and there was no problem. Turing searched for some suspicious points in his memory, but found nothing unusual, "That is this body What was placed there?"

Turing rummaged through his body, took off his clothes one by one, and rummaged carefully.

A rusty knife with electric shock components on the back of the knife, some unknown electronic equipment, and some unknown beast fur.Turing didn't know anything about these things, so he could only violently take them apart, but still got nothing.

It is worth mentioning that Turing found many thumb-sized bottles of transparent liquid in his pocket, with a light blue luster.

He found the same thing at the door, but a large water bucket in a device that glowed blue when powered.

Among the instruments and weapons found in those clothes, Turing found the interface corresponding to the thumb vial.

He held the vial and observed it in the dim light:
"It's like the universal battery of the world."

Turing looked at the clock, walked for a minute and a half, and still had seven and a half minutes for him to explore.

He looked at the small iron cage he had placed on the table, walked up to it, and lifted it lightly.

The iron cage was heavy, but apart from its own weight, it was obvious that there was something in it.There is a small door on the front, and a device is attached to the door. The dot-shaped LED lights are emitting green light, a bit like a door lock.

Turing pinched the device and tugged at it, but there was no response.

Then he switched to the mechanical arm and yanked it.

The entire iron cage instantly deformed and broke open, and a bar-shaped device with a weird shape fell into his hand.

"What is this?"

When he was on the train, Geller Sting kept holding this small cage, thinking that there would be some small pets inside, but he didn't expect it to be a mechanical device.

He looked up and down, and temporarily didn't know what it was useful for, so he stuffed it into his pocket.

After putting on his clothes, he searched the room again, but without any results, he decided to leave the room and go out to have a look.

The door lock of the cabin is controlled by a huge valve, there is no window, and it is firmly against the entire door frame.

The valve seemed to be a little rusty, but the mechanical arm moved and rotated it easily, and with the screeching sound of rust, the door opened.

As soon as Turing took a step, he stopped.

A pale and haggard face, with two bloody holes in his eyes, stared at him like an abyss.

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(End of this chapter)