The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The carriage door closed behind him, Clark dragged the rattan basket to his side, was attracted by the scenery outside the window for a while, and then noticed that the dream witch just stopped in front of the sliding door of the next carriage, without moving for a long time.

The girl's figure is extremely thin, like a gloomy silhouette in the orange sunset.

"what happened?"

The Kryptonian's blue eyes looked over suspiciously.

"The front compartment will be a little bit special."

The blond girl cleared her throat, turned around, and met his gaze for a few seconds.

The cat-like lazy expression on her face disappeared completely, and her eyes became deep and difficult to read; at this time, she looked a little bit like a dream witch.

——————— She is the master of this dream, the absolute master who can shuttle freely in it.

"........."

Clark silently turned down the lid on the rattan basket, controlled his strength and sat down, and made a posture of listening attentively. The rattan basket was not too small, but it was quite tall. A big man, he shrank between the small "seat" and the gap, showing a little bit of obedient embarrassment.

There was something rather harmless cuteness about the gesture itself, which the person involved was unaware of.

The girl looked at him, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Okay, don't be afraid, it's not a big deal." Her voice softened, "I'm just worried that you won't understand the meaning of this carriage, and you will be frightened... That's the last thing I want to see."

Clark began to make up [-]-word horror novels in his mind.

"I won't be afraid." He replied reflexively, "It's okay."

So the dream witch stared at his face and glanced around with eyes looking at strange animals. During this period, Clark kept a polite and innocent smile on his face.

"All right."

She sighed, and finally said, "If you insist. Before we get into the car, your rattan basket better find another reliable place to dispose of. It makes too much noise dragging on the ground."

"Is there any luggage storage function on the train?" Clark frowned, trying to find a reliable place that wouldn't let him lose any gifts, "... Luggage check...?"

—————He was just using the thinking of a normal person to say this sentence, but it seemed to remind the dream witch.

The blond girl jumped up high and lightly, clapped her hands twice, with a light of sudden realization on her face, "Consignment!"

Infected by her happiness, Clark also became emotional, and asked hopefully, "Can it be done here?"

"certainly----"

The dream witch replied, "——I can't. I thought of another way."

Clark: "?"

Under the blank stare of the Kryptonian, she slightly bent her two slender fingers, put them on top, and blew loudly.

A sharp whistle immediately echoed in the small space, and for a few seconds, it seemed as if nothing had happened.But Clark closed his eyes, and his super hearing was extended. He could hear the sound of the train shaking on the rails, the sound of flowers and plants being shaken by the wind, and some soft sounds coming towards this side at extreme speed. "Whoosh" sound.

"Something is coming this way," he opened his eyes, surprised, "It's very fast."

The dream witch glanced at him.

Clark: "!"

The god of the world was taken aback by the wonderful and loving expression of "show you my big boy" from the blonde girl, so he watched helplessly as the dream witch walked to the corridor of the train and pushed open the window .

The gust of wind poured in instantly, bringing the warm breath of the setting sun, and blowing the dress of the dream witch fluttering.

She opened her arms, as if she was embracing the fresh air, and the orange color gave her outline a layer of gold, like a gorgeous scene in some kind of oil painting.

——————As a person who can see the "backside" of the gorgeous scene, Clark quickly turned his head away the moment her skirt was blown up, pretending that he was just looking down at his hands, and the turbulent waves in his heart Before it calmed down, the dream witch's silver bell-like laughter was heard.

"........."

He paused, first using his peripheral vision to make sure that the purple robe was dragging on the ground instead of flying in the air, Clark raised his head and looked in the direction of the blond girl.

The strange blue-purple shimmer illuminated half of her face sunk in the setting sun, and this light came from the heavy Xingyue magic wand in her hand.

It was currently floating above the palm of the witch in the dream, floating horizontally and autonomously like a witch's broom, and every gemstone was shining.

"Clark!" The Dream Witch greeted happily, "Come here, fasten your basket and hang it here, and my staff will bring everything to the reception room safe and sound!"

"..."

Looking at the somewhat flimsy Xingyue staff, Clark hesitated for less than a second before deciding to trust the decision made by the dream witch.

He stood up from the rattan basket, and carefully tied the opening and the rattan basket itself tightly with the thick hemp rope from before, leaving a little gap for hanging on the Xingyue Staff.

When he is serious about doing something, the whole process can be quickly blurred. Within a second or two, Clark has stood in front of the dream witch, slipping the rattan basket from the most beautiful point of the Xingyue staff, according to her instructions. instructions, so that it snaps firmly into the center of the stone.

The Xingyue staff flew out of her palm and flew around the room at a low level. The rattan basket under it was very stable, and it didn't even wobble.

"How about it?"

The blond girl turned her face and looked at him a little proudly. Her purple eyes were extremely bright, like two priceless purple gemstones.

——————— Even Clark would feel a dull dizziness when he was stared at by this pair of eyes that were different from ordinary people.

"...Very good." He said dryly, paused for a while, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She laughed brightly and brightly, "Come and help me raise the window a little higher?"

Rather than saying that Clark would not refuse such a request, it might be better to say that he was going to do her this favor in the first place.

With the assistance of the gods on earth, this window was quickly opened, and there was an additional gap for the huge rattan basket to pass through. The strong wind came again, and a strand of golden hair from the dream witch blew onto Clark's face.

She was busy letting the Xingyue staff fly out, so she didn't pay attention to it at all, but when Clark was touched by the end of her hair, he subconsciously held his breath.

"........."

He shrank back, as if he wanted to shrink into a corner when he was in a strange trance just now. Fortunately, the dream witch herself didn't notice these abnormalities.

She successfully pushed the staff and the rattan basket off the train, and watched them disappear into the white mist in the distance, then pulled down the window and sighed.

"Did you notice something?"

The girl's voice was soft, "After we got out of the previous carriage, the setting sun seemed to sink a little."

Clark was about to walk over to have a look, when the dream witch pressed him on the shoulder.

"This is not the most important thing." The girl motioned him to sit down, "Since you don't have to worry about the future, then it's time for me to explain to you what the next carriage is."

"........."

Looking at the dark door glass over there, Clark had already guessed in his heart.

"Is it a sleeper?" he asked.

"Yes." The Dream Witch said, "And it's full, please don't wake up these sleeping people."

At this moment, Clark had many terrible images in his mind because of the adjective she used.

There is a small section of corridor separated between the two carriages, and she is quietly talking about this with the god of the world at the place separated by a wall.

Clark looked up, and there seemed to be a little sadness in the girl's eyes. When he paid attention to look, she had already lowered her head, preventing him from catching the expression on her face.

"Don't worry, they're really just asleep and most of them won't hurt us."

She emphasized "falling asleep" twice, and Clark naturally had no reason not to believe her.

"...Do you know the meaning of the soul to the body?" The dream witch seemed to understand the bewilderment on his face, and asked proactively.

"If the body is a tool, then the soul is the key to drive it, the driver, the console." She said softly, "Some people... if the soul suffers too much, it will be at the key When they choose to ... give up. They will get on this train and ... stay on it forever."

Clark was a little speechless.

He was shuddered by what the dream witch told, and also deeply shocked by the amount of information behind it.

The blond girl shook her head, as if she didn't want to say any more, she just took a deep breath.

"remember."

She forced a smile.

"After entering, don't breathe, don't touch the body parts of the sleeping person, don't stay in one place too much, they don't want to be disturbed."

"……I understand."

Clark said.

"Also," the dream witch added, "It's very dark inside, only your dream bottle will glow, we can't get separated. Are you ready?"

Clark nodded, and pushed the door of the carriage ahead of her, walking in front.

The darkness engulfed everything in an instant, and the extreme darkness overwhelmed the sky, making the god of the world even doubt his own vision.

His eyeballs were swollen like hallucinations, until the dream witch silently lifted the dream bottle from his arms, and a little bit of golden light melted the terrible darkness, barely illuminating the surrounding environment a little.

The dream witch's palm was as warm as a kitten, and it was now in Clark's arms with his sleeves rolled up.

However, the latter did not stop this behavior that usually seemed a little disrespectful, but instead tightened the hand that was about to slip away, ensuring that she would not slip away from his palm.

Under the thin quilt, lay one quiet body after another, without heartbeat or body temperature, yet so lifelike—these were originally living, like cicada sloughs thrown in the grass in summer.

In a cubicle, there are two bunk beds, that is, four people.

But here, there are dozens, even hundreds, of such cubicles.

"........."

Clark belatedly felt a tightness in his throat.

Something stung his heart lightly, and the venom gradually flooded into the blood vessels, making all healthy body numb and itchy.

—————Someone volunteered not to wake up.

He slowly carried the Dream bottle, using it as some kind of eighteenth-century lantern, and looked at everything here.

When his gaze fell to the bed in the lower left corner, Clark suddenly felt a palpitating familiarity.

Compared with the people around, that bed is obviously a child who hasn't grown up.

In the dark, he couldn't make a sound or breathe, so Clark didn't talk to the dream witch, he just silently recorded this familiar figure.

She lay there quietly, her long ebony hair hanging beside the bed, and the sheets covered her face, and Clark could only see the outline of her hands clasped on her chest.

So small, like a frozen stone statue.