This is a memory that he has no impression of at all, so the time when this incident happened must be the disappearing ten years.
And this was the first time Xia Yihui and Zhang Qingyu met in name.
Two extremely embarrassed people armed themselves with pride. Under the cold appearance are two souls who are almost defeated. At the lowest point of life, the two met.
Just when Xia Yihui was at a loss, his footsteps swayed for no reason, and the surrounding environment changed again.
***
The sound of the "cracking" rails sounded, and the buzzing in his ears continued, Xia Yihui suddenly stood up from the table.
This feeling is like waking up suddenly from sleep in class, with the smell of sheep blood on the tip of your nose, looking up for a while but not knowing where you are.
After a while, Xia Yi finally had the energy to observe the surrounding environment.
The environment he is in now is in a place that looks like a train carriage.
This place does not seem to be an ordinary train carriage. The surrounding area is extremely crowded and narrow, and it is difficult to move even when you turn around. The leather chair under the buttocks is cold and icy, and it is very uncomfortable to make. In addition, under his arm is a desk that looks like a console.
Xia Yihui has never studied the internal structure of locomotives, but even if he has never eaten pork, he has seen pigs running. He has seen many locomotives in movies, and the main console inside roughly looks like this.
The entire table is blue, and the material feels like plastic and steel. There are hundreds of buttons from left to right. These buttons have not yet been marked, and they are crowded together in one place. I don't know what they mean.
Above these buttons, there are two dials.
Xia Yihui didn't know what the two dials were for, but he could always understand what the pointer on them pointed to.
Just like a car accelerating, the two pointers are slowly, slowly and steadily deflecting to the right, almost pressing to the end of the dial and then making a circle.
Seeing these two dials, Xia Yi's eyelids twitched for no reason. For some reason, he always felt a bad premonition.
The next second, the rear compartment suddenly rioted.
There was the sound of running at a high speed outside the door, many people were screaming restlessly, and some people slammed on the door frantically, shouting something, the voices were too noisy and intermingled with each other so they couldn't hear clearly.
The atmosphere suddenly became 'lively', and the car that was still dead just now was suddenly injected with a sense of panic, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Xia Yi supported the console, only feeling a splitting headache.
He felt a little lack of oxygen, his temples throbbed and hurt, and his oppressed eyeballs also became sore.
In the chaos, it seemed that someone was shouting: "Stop! There are people on the track, there are people!"
Hearing these words, Xia Yihui looked towards the front of the locomotive subconsciously, and when he saw the scene on it clearly, the back of his head went numb for a moment.
I opened my mouth for a long time, but couldn't say a word.
About two hundred meters ahead, there are two access tracks.
There was a group of people standing on the left, the leader was wearing an old suit, with a hunched body and gray hair, with the kind smile that Xia Yihui was most familiar with on his face.
That was the teacher who taught and supported him almost throughout his youth.
I haven't seen him for a long time, and the teacher's spirit is getting more and more depressed.
Perhaps because of his age, his eyes are no longer as clear as before. At a glance, his eyeballs are slightly cloudy, and even the smile on his lips looks tired.
There is a lonely person standing on the right side of the track, that person is the man we met in the institute just now.
He was still wearing the standard attire for the experimental subject just now. The ordinary white hospital gown was worn on his hanger-like figure, and the lining was very pleasing to the eye.
Hula-la-
The sound of the railroad tracks was so loud that it filled Xia's eardrums so fiercely. If he stood by the railroad track and watched, he would definitely be able to see the sparks from the rubbing between the train wheels and the railroad tracks.
The screaming in the car at the back made it feel like a rape scene, countless people let go of their voices and yelled, slapping on the door of the car, as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
These voices were too noisy, Xia Yi only felt dizzy and tinnitus, and faintly began to hear hallucinations.
He seemed to hear someone say:
Your teacher died, in a track accident.
After these words buzzed in his brain, Xia Yihui woke up suddenly, and the long-sleeping and bewildered look on his face finally faded away, turning into a grim and cold one.
His reaction was quick, and he rushed to the operating table in three steps and two steps.
"Steering wheel, steering wheel, steering wheel..." Xia Yihui was instantly dumbfounded as he fumbled on the console for a few seconds.
When the situation was urgent, his brain began to become unclear. The train is not a car, and this thing doesn't have a steering wheel at all!
Then what should I do, do I really want to run over the teacher alive
Xia Yihui pursed his lips tightly, a drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead, ran down his face to his chin, hung for a few seconds, and then hit the dark blue operating table with a 'slap'.
The teacher's kind smile vaguely appeared in front of him, and every wrinkle on his face was in the memory.
Xia Yihui's heart was beating extremely fast, he pressed those buttons indiscriminately, and operated the dial's beeping beeping, all the indicators rose straight up, but the train just couldn't stop.
until-
The train came to a fork between two railroad tracks.
It stopped suddenly, not in a general sense, but directly and delicately.
Including time and space, the train is completely stationary on the track.
The sound of zombies knocking on the door outside the carriage stopped abruptly, and the sound of "Gada Gada" on the train tracks disappeared. Even the birds in the distant mountains and jungles flew into the air and suddenly stopped, and a freedom came in the air. falling body.
In this space, the only living creature that can move seems to be Xia Yihui.
The female referee's voice came from far away, her words were slightly ethereal, and it felt extremely unreal when it reached the eardrums.
"A train is coming. On the rail on the left is your most respected teacher in your life and your colleagues. On the spare rail on the right is an experimental subject under your command."
"The train didn't have time to brake. According to the normal process, the train will drive to the left-hand track, so here comes the problem. I give you the right to change lanes. Will you change lanes now? Will you choose to hit your teacher and colleagues, or Want to kill that undisciplined experimental subject?"
A certain experimental subject under his command
Xia Yihui grasped the key point keenly.
Taking advantage of the stillness of time, he carefully looked at the track on the right, and touched the man's clean eyes. Xia Yihui's expression was hesitant, as if he had been immersed in entanglement.
Where he couldn't see, the audience in the live broadcast room almost cried, and the barrage refreshed quickly.
"Ah ah, what can I do about this, Xia Xia won't really kill Master Zhang, right? Wuli, what can Master Zhang do? 5555555555"
"Isn't this the multiple-choice question asked by the female referee just now... The train track is left to right, but the six children on the normal track have been replaced by a group of phantom bodies of people who seem to be important to Xia Xia. The spare track Just replace it with Zhang Dashen."
"In the question just now, Xia Xia chose to go to the left, and opened the tunnel according to the original plan. At that time, the female referee said in a strange way, 'Remember the choice, don't cry later', Wucao didn't understand what she meant at the time, now I understood instantly. It turned out to be waiting here! It’s too much!”
"This is the second time I've played this kind of game. Just now I was forcing Li Bai to choose between Xu Suisui and Li Xiaomeng, but now I'm forcing Xia Xia to choose between the teacher and Zhang Dashen. I'm dizzy... the female referee It's really bad fun."
"Xia Xia, look at me, please don't bump into Zhang Dashen! I really like his 555555555"
"Xia Xia is still immersed in hallucinations. He can't see us. This situation is simply incomprehensible. It's like putting a steelyard in front of him to weigh the weight of the teacher and Zhang Dashen in his heart."
"At that time, Li Bai was sober and able to make judgments with reason. Now the anchor is completely out of his mind. What do you expect him to do? You might as well think about whether Zhang Qingyu can save himself."
"To be honest, I have been squatting in Xiaxia's live broadcast room for so long. I think his heart is really strong. I am a big man, and I really want to cry when I encounter some bleak situations in the game, but he has come through so many hardships. With a smiling face, he never shed tears. But he just shed tears, just take a blind look, that teacher must have a very heavy weight in his heart!"
"Nonsense, he entered the research institute at the age of 16, and until he was 26 years old, his teacher taught him hand in hand for the past ten years. It may be that I passed over my teacher alive."
"Xia Xia wake up from the illusion, your teacher is dead, what you see now is a fake teacher!"
The barrage discussions came and went, and the smell of gunpowder filled the sentences, and there was no dispute for a long time.
Xia Yi didn't know about these things.
At this moment, all he could see was the fork in the track.
Driving to the left will hit and kill the teacher who loves him like a son. There is no doubt at all, if he really chooses to go left, then Xia Yihui will consider himself a master of hand blade, and it is very likely that he will live with a conscience for the rest of his life.
If you drive to the right.
turn right...
The feeling of suffocation rose slowly, and Xia Yihui's heart trembled slightly, instinctively daring not to think about the consequences.
If he really drove to the right, he would definitely regret it.
"Haven't you decided yet?"
"This choice shouldn't be difficult for you. One side is your teacher, and the other side is just a strange experimental subject."
"It's okay to kill a stranger, but if you kill a teacher who treats you like your own child, then you are a beast."
"Hurry up and decide, time waits for no one, if there is no result, then I will help you decide."
The female referee seemed to be impatient to hear the answer, and she began to urge her, louder than louder, like a noisy sparrow, disturbing people and upset them.
Xia Yi pursed his lips, and took a deep look at the man on the track on the right.
Obviously that person's face looks very strange, but there is always a trace of familiar throbbing deep in his soul.
He saw the man slowly open his lips expressionlessly and make a mouth shape.
What is he talking about
Xia Yihui felt that his mind had become a mess, no matter what the problem was, he could no longer think about it.
He was not convinced, and was about to take a closer look, when suddenly a clear and pleasant voice came from his ear, what the voice said was exactly the same as the man's mouth shape.
-wake up!