National treasure

Just a few minutes ago, on the platform of the Eurostar.

Zhong Zhe was two carriages away from the target in front of him, and boarded the train right after him.In order not to attract attention, he took an ordinary carriage for the first time.

The aisle was narrow, and Zhong Zhe slowly walked forward into a carriage.

The closed environment made his senses more tense. When the passengers on both sides moved forward, the unavoidable touches were internalized into intrusive actions, and flashbacks began to appear. The chatter and laughter overlapped.

Finally passing through the crowd and moving to the middle of the two cars, Zhong Zhe suddenly leaned against the side panel of the car body. He kept taking deep breaths, took out the white medicine bottle and stared at it for a few seconds. The treatment has reached a critical point, and the condition may recur at any time if no measures are taken.

The little blue pill was swallowed easily.

Zhong Zhe got up and continued to walk to the front car. Through two doors, he saw the target in a dark brown sweater go straight into the dining car.

When Zhong Zhe passed through the last common car and came to the aisle and was about to enter the dining car, the door of the bathroom on the left side of the aisle suddenly opened, and someone jumped out and covered Zhong Zhe's mouth and nose with a liquid-stained handkerchief.

The opened bathroom door just blocked the view from the back of the aisle, and the dining car was in front of it. In the half glass window exposed by the door, a man in a dark brown sweater was staring at Zhong Zhe coldly, watching him struggle hard , a strange smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake.

Behind him, the bartender in the dining car could only see the tall back of the customer, which completely blocked the glass window of the door, as if he was looking out at something.

"Are you meeting someone here?" the bartender asked casually.

"Oh, yes." The guest stared behind the window, without any intention of turning around.Soon he said again: "It seems that my friend is drunk, I have to help."

The door of the dining car was pushed open. After a while, the bartender raised his head and saw a young man walking over with the help of a customer. The drunk man's head was very low and almost resting on the customer's shoulder, so the bartender couldn't see him at all. Clear young man's face.

He looked away and went back to his business.

Zhong Zhe, who was supposed to be in a coma, still has some consciousness at this moment, but it is difficult to even lift his hands in action.

The chemical reaction between the blue pill and the stun drug kept him from losing consciousness immediately.

Zhong Zhe wanted to yell to attract attention, but what he uttered was a slight hum, like a drunken man talking in a dream.

The man who kidnapped him said something to him pretending to be concerned in front of the bartender, and then pulled him closer to him.

Zhong Zhe was so disgusted that he felt nauseous, but now it looks more like it.

In despair, Zhong Zhe thought of Cheng Ling.

He is arrogant and picky by nature, and the loss of his father and sequelae in his youth exacerbated his isolation and prematurity. Over the years, he was used to facing all difficulties alone, and never thought of relying on anyone.

Now, he inexplicably remembered this person.

The train hasn't started yet, damn it, this guy can't really miss the train.

The sentence I said when I hung up the phone before was just a joke and a little provocative, that guy wouldn't take it seriously.

Zhong Zhe was flustered, thinking that Cheng Ling had personally promised that he would arrive within half an hour.

But, why hasn't this person come yet? !

Zhong Zhe tried his best to slow down the person who was supporting him, but the other person gave him a gloomy look, and lifted him up a little more so that it was easier for him to walk.

Zhong Zhe, who had no power to resist, put his right hand on his chest due to the posture of being erected. As he walked, his fingertips slid into the neckline, just touching the pen cap in the inner pocket of the suit.

He tried his best to make a hook, and the signature pen slid down at the same time as his right hand.

This action took all of Zhong Zhe's strength. He didn't know if it would be useful, but he knew that he had to leave as many marks as possible.

Zhong Zhe was dragged halfway into the first-class compartment. The junction with the dining car was located at the rear of the compartment, where luggage was placed.

Western musical instruments of various shapes surrounded Zhong Zhe, and the scene of the front half of the carriage could only be glimpsed through the gaps.

A group of people who looked like musicians were chatting around there, and the flight attendants were blocked, asking questions, asking for food, and being too busy. This group of people was talking enthusiastically on their own, and no one noticed the situation behind them.

Looks like a band has booked an entire business car.

The man holding Zhong Zhe put him down and threw him aside.

A pale face appeared in front of him, and with Zhong Zhe's mental state at the moment, every line on that face was like Munch's "Scream" rushing towards him.

This is a bald man of Asian mixed race, with a little green in the depths of his eyes, looking at Zhong Zhe like a ghostly fire.

He smiled eccentrically, lowered his head and said to Zhong Zhe, "I don't know why you haven't passed out yet, but it should be soon. This carriage is mine, so don't worry about it."

He started to turn around and open the instrument case, as if digging for something deeper. "Didn't Mr. Zhong want to follow me to my place? When I get there, I will definitely show you my collection."

The musical instruments on the outer shelf were pulled apart, revealing the huge double bass case, and the black cover was opened facing Zhong Zhe, and there was nothing inside but a specially made human-shaped hollow, like a bottomless abyss.

Zhong Zhe saw that his hands and feet were folded, and he was stuffed in according to the gap.

The special violin case that cannot be moved is just like a human coffin.

The drugs have taken away all control of his body, and now only half consciousness remains.

This feels terrible.

Zhong Zhe's eyes widened and he struggled desperately without even moving his fingertips.

The piano cover fell, and the claustrophobic darkness surrounded him from all directions, wrapping him tighter and tighter.

Immediately afterwards, the box vibrated slightly, and then there was no more movement, and it became silent.

The train leaves.

Everything seems to be too late.

All the actions that were tried to avoid, finally pushed to the worst possible outcome.

Now, Zhong Zhe has completely returned to the day when he was 16 years old, both mentally and physically.