When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

Zhao Junxuan put down his palm, and blinked his eyelids a little hard to get used to.

The surroundings are still familiar scenes, the subway, carriages, seats, darkened windows...

But the difference is that there are only the two of them in this carriage, and Han Yingying in the schoolbag.

The laser rope net, the bloody ghost twisted into a ball, and the scorched pus and blood on the floor all disappeared. The whole train compartment was clean and there were no other figures, as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Junxuan took two steps back in a daze, but felt a chill on his elbow, as if something cold and sticky had brushed against his arm quietly.

He shuddered and looked back suddenly, but saw that there was no one behind him, and he didn't see even a ghost.

Delusion?

He rubbed his elbows, just about to relax, but he heard a faint sound in the empty surroundings.

"Huh...Yingying...living people...uh, bus tickets...do you think...where..."

Zhao Junxuan's hairs stood on end and goose bumps all over his body. He quickly looked around, but he could only see an empty space.

Yi Qi stopped his flustered movements, and explained: "This is another space, but because we forcibly opened the space just now, the link between the two sub-spaces is not stable."

"The group of ghosts are still trapped in the endless circulation car at this time. If you hear any messy sounds or feel someone touching you, it is because the space is unstable. Objects in two spaces Small touches that happen."

Zhao Junxuan clucked his tongue: "Then are we back to the real world now?"

Yi Qi said: "No, we didn't return to the real space, but in another space of this subway...the sub-space that can lead to the driver's cab."

When he just stepped into the subway, he was keenly aware that there were two spaces on the subway at the same time, one infinitely looping surface space, and the other hidden in the deepest part of the inner layer.

Now that he had arrived in the inner space, Yi Qi put Han Yingying's schoolbag on his back and started to walk forward.

Zhao Junxuan hurriedly followed, but those cold voices that seemed to be absent, followed behind him all the time, as if they were whispering, and kept ringing.

He couldn't help asking: "When will these two spaces be stabilized?"

"Unable to stabilize, we two living beings are the biggest unstable factors in the space." Yi Qi brutally broke his hope.

"And as time goes by, the longer the unstable factors exist, the weaker the barrier between the two spaces will be. After a certain period of time, the space barrier will be completely broken, the circulation space will no longer exist, and the space in the circulation space Matter will merge into the present space.”

"hiss--"

Zhao Junxuan gasped, and finally understood what Yi Qi meant: "You mean, the longer the two of us stay here, the more likely those ghosts will come to this space?"

Yi Qi nodded slightly: "Yes, so we have to find a way to leave the subway before the space barrier breaks."

While talking, the two of them walked through several carriages and came to the front of the car without hindrance.

Sure enough, after leaving the circulation space, the subway train has its beginning and end.

Only the aisle leading to the cab was blocked and the doors were locked.

"Number 0." Yi Qi called softly.

No. 0, who had been quietly following behind the two of them, flew over immediately and hovered in front of the car door.

Its chubby mechanical shell was opened, and a few small mechanical hands protruded from the inside, "creaking" and linked to the car door.

After a few breaths, there was a sound of breath, and the door leading to the cab slowly opened.

Zhao Junxuan, who was watching from the sidelines, was a little dazed. In a trance, he almost thought that they were not live broadcasting spiritually, but on some 007 special agent set, relying on high-tech props all the way to break through.

The car door had already been opened, and Yi Qi hurried in, urging in a low voice: "Listen to the voice behind you."

Zhao Junxuan suddenly came back to his senses, and was startled to realize that those whispers from another dimension became more and more clear, as if they were lurking behind him and peeping secretly.

The barrier between the two worlds has become weaker and weaker, and they can no longer delay time.

Zhao Junxuan immediately stepped over the car door, and after both entered the driver's cab, No. 0 followed closely behind and closed the car door again.

Yi Qi looked at the increasingly dim lines on No. 0's body, and couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart.

In order to break through the circulation space before, No. 0 has already consumed too much energy. If the ghosts surround it again, it may be difficult to operate the laser rope net again.

Must fight fast!

The cab in front of me was not big, but the lights were dim, and the window at the front of the car was even darker. I didn't know where the subway was going.

In front of the bridge, a hunchbacked figure was curled up in the driver's seat, with a wide brim hat on his head, the shadow cast covered his entire face, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The two looked at each other, Zhao Junxuan took a deep breath, walked forward with a mahogany nail in his hand, pointed the sharp tip of the nail at the driver's neck, and threatened in a low voice: "Stop this subway train!"

The hijacked driver didn't move at all. After a long time, a hoarse laughter came from his chest.

"It's almost, ten years... unexpectedly, someone can come here... and talk to me..."

The driver seems to have not spoken to outsiders for a long time, and his language ability has greatly deteriorated. At this time, his voice is intermittent and his sentences are messy.

But it kept talking, and would not stop no matter what: "It's been almost ten years, and I've been stuck here... It's been ten years!"

"The thing I regret the most in my life is that I couldn't think about it for a while, and jumped off the track here... Who would have thought that this subway would become a ghost, trapping all the dead people in it."

There was no final boss battle as expected, the driver jumped out of the driver's seat, like a nagging old man, talking in a babble, expressing all the grievances and grievances of these years.

"I don't want to die either, but I can't help it! My children are unfilial, they take over the property and don't support me, and drive me out of the house. I'm over 70! My wife has passed away for many years. Where else can a lonely old man go? How should he support himself? Own?"

When the driver was sitting in the driver's seat, he couldn't see its appearance clearly. At that time, the two thought it was because of the shadow of the wide brim.

But it wasn't until the driver was dancing and talking non-stop that the two of them realized that for some reason, the whole body of the driver was shrouded in shadow, and his whole body was pitch black. Only a rough human shape could be seen, and the old man Weary voice.

The driver was still whining and complaining, and the more he spoke, the smoother he spoke.

"At that time, I couldn't think about it, and I was angry in my heart. When the subway came, my head became hot and I jumped down... When I opened my eyes again, I came to this damn subway train."

"I was the first person trapped in the subway, and the subway appointed me to be the driver, and locked me here alone. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't play anything, I couldn't eat anything, and I couldn't even speak. None, it’s simply impossible to be reborn forever!”

"I know I've died long ago, but there are other people who couldn't think of jumping off the track to commit suicide, and they were also trapped on this subway."

"These people don't know that they have been ghosts for a long time, and none of them are willing to admit that they are dead. They would rather be trapped forever and lie to themselves."

"The subway thinks these brats are stupid, so they take them all to another place, leaving me alone here, bored like crazy! Almost ten years! Ten years..."

The driver was nagging, tossing and turning, and began to repeat the word "ten years" again.

Yi Qi couldn't help frowning.

From the driver's wordy words, a message can be extracted from it.

What really trapped the two of them here was not ghosts, but the subway!

The subway under their feet.

Throughout the ages, there have been countless people who committed suicide by jumping off the track.

Line [-] in Lujiang City was contaminated by the resentment of those who committed suicide before they died, so a veritable "ghost subway" appeared ten years ago to carry the resentment of those who committed suicide.

Those wraiths cannot rest in peace.

As a result, these living people who accidentally strayed in became victims of the resentful spirits.

I just don't know, does this train of ghosts have a clear will, or is it just relying on instinct and acting unconsciously?

Just as Yi Qi was deep in thought, there was a muffled "bang" from the originally closed car door.

It looked like someone was standing outside the door, tapping on the car door.

Zhao Junxuan came to the door vigilantly, looked out through the window on the door, and said in surprise: "There is no one outside..."

Before he finished speaking, there was another muffled "bang", and a bloody hand print was suddenly printed on the window glass of the car door.

Immediately afterwards, countless dull slapping sounds, like a gust of wind and rain, sounded outside the car door.

Yi Qi's eyes darkened slightly: "The barrier between the two spaces is getting weaker and weaker. Those ghosts can already affect the real objects in this space, but they haven't entered this space yet."

But soon!

Zhao Junxuan was astonished, and wanted to stay away from the car door, but when he was backing away, the driver who had been acting innocent all the time suddenly got up and rushed towards him.

Zhao Junxuan was startled, and instinctively raised the peach wood nail to resist, but saw the driver suddenly change direction, and forcibly knocked his head on the nail head in his hand.

The sharp mahogany nail sank into the head, the driver staggered and sat back on the driver's seat, but laughed loudly: "Hahaha... I, I'm free, and it's better to be out of my mind than the ghost I am now!"

The black shadow covering its body quickly faded away, revealing its original appearance.

It was a body that had already turned into dry bones.

The gloomy skeleton raised the arm bones that were about to fall apart, pointed at Yi Qi and Zhao Junxuan, and said with difficulty: "According to the rules of the subway, there must be a driver in the cab."

"So, between the two of you, there is my successor."

"After I disappear completely, you must elect a new driver to replace me and be trapped here forever, so that another person may escape."

"Hahahaha, I don't know who you will choose to stay in this ghost place, but what happens after that has nothing to do with me."

"I'm free..."

Before the skeleton finished speaking, the raised arm bones suddenly became fragmented, and the whole skeleton fell apart, scattered into pieces of pale bones.

The skull nailed with mahogany nails rolled down to Zhao Junxuan's feet, a pair of dark eye sockets seemed to be staring straight at him.

Zhao Junxuan lowered his head and looked at the bones all over the floor, remembering what the skeleton had just said, his pupils shrank suddenly, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he trembled from shock.

And the bus ticket belonging to the driver floated in front of Yi Qi's eyes.

[Li Yisheng, died nine years, six months, 25 days and seven hours ago. 】

This ticket is very old, all of it has been crumpled, the handwriting is blurred, the paper is torn, and it is even stained with a little black blood.

Yi Qi stared at the old ticket, sighed, and put it in his arms.

Then, he frowned, and after a moment of contemplation, he asked, "Number 0, how much energy do you have left?"

No. 0 floated in front of his eyes, and replied: "More than half of the energy has been lost, and now the body's energy is less than one-third."

"One third, that's enough..." Yi Qi pondered for a moment before issuing the last instruction.

"Number 0, forcibly stop this subway train!"