Nan Zhou said, "Wait."
Li Yinhang heard the words, and the forced repressed heart flame rose to three points again with a bang: "Wait what-"
thump-thump-thump-
The huge clock in the station hummed and made a chime, which made people's hearts resonate, feeling numb and uncomfortable, as if there were ants crawling on their hearts.
Because the fog was too thick, too much moisture had accumulated on the pointer, and as the bell rang, there was also the sound of water droplets hitting the concrete floor.
The sound of the bell was passed out layer by layer, and a distant crow was startled.
From the fog came the footsteps they had already heard, accompanied by a bright yellow, approaching light source.
The flight attendant carried a windbreaker, like a firefly, and came to them gracefully again.
Different from before, he changed into a decent old-fashioned overalls, a pen was attached to the left breast pocket, and there was a little smile on his face: "Sir, ma'am, do you want to get in the car?"
Nan Zhou said, "No."
Hearing this, the flight attendant showed a somewhat embarrassed expression and said, "But I need to fill in the departure record form."
Li Yinhang was surprised.
If she remembered correctly, the previous flight attendants only answered their questions.
If they didn't ask questions, the flight attendant would just repeat the same sentence: "Would you like to get on the train?"
This was the first time he took the initiative to answer.
Nan Zhou didn't seem to be surprised by this: "You can wait until it's time to start."
The flight attendant sighed lightly: "Okay. Then I have to prepare for the departure first."
Nan Zhou: "Please."
He just took two steps when Nan Zhou suddenly asked behind him, "Excuse me, may I ask, what is the destination of this train?"
The flight attendant turned around and smiled at him: "Of course it's a beautiful and free future."
Li Yinhang watched Nan Zhou and the flight attendant ask questions and answer, and a somewhat terrifying thought appeared in his heart.
... This "person" looks more and more like a person.
This time, the flight attendant did not disappear into the fog.
Carrying the lamp, he got into the car through the nearby No. 3 door.
Yuan Mingqing, who was leaning against the door, dodged his body, gave him a place, and watched him all the way to the blank register hanging on the wall of the No. 2 compartment, and took out a blue one from his breast pocket. Vintage ballpoint pen.
After filling in the date, his pen stopped next to the "Number of Crew" column for a while, and sighed again in distress.
… It seems that Nan Zhou's "unwillingness to get on the train" caused great trouble to his normal work.
He gripped the plastic hard board with the clip and stumbled all the way to the cab.
Yuan Mingqing turned around and found that Nan Zhou also turned on his flashlight, and beckoned to himself and Chen Sufeng behind him, "Come here."
There are three simple pictures on Nan Zhou's knees.
Yuan Mingqing was a little unhappy. When he turned on his flashlight to check the content of the painting, he was still complaining: "Is it bad to get in the car to see it?"
Putting aside the bad air environment, in the fog, the ability to see objects is passively reduced, and the light of the flashlight is only enough to illuminate a small area.
Li Yinhang also didn't like the atmosphere of the station.
Being in it, the originally thin sense of security was suppressed extremely low, as if a hand would stick out from behind at any time and slap her on the shoulder.
Until she could clearly see what was in the painting, another chill rose from her heels.
On the paper soaked in mist, the sketches drawn in pencil looked a little fuzzy.
But on the limited three pieces of paper, Nan Zhou tried his best to perfectly restore the bloody scene of the last three carriages he saw in the car.
The bloodstains are black and white, but because the picture is real, the impact is extremely strong.
Coupled with the soft and rotten feeling of the paper, it feels like the blood oozing from the painting has stained the fingertips, which makes people feel uncomfortable.
Yuan, Ming and Qing were the first to ask questions on behalf of others: "What is this?"
"Didn't you ask me what I saw in the car when I came back first?" Nan Zhou said, "This is what I saw in the car."
Someone was thrown out the window.
Someone was pierced in the eye by a broken tabletop.
Someone shed blood and died in the last carriage.
… it’s a picture of hell without corpses.
Yuan Mingqing laughed: "What does this mean?"
"After I came back first, I saw the future of this car before you guys." Nan Zhou explained succinctly, "The things in the painting will definitely happen in the future."
Li Yinhang's heart suddenly brightened.
… The missing piece of the puzzle that could link the previous and the next has finally fallen into the place where it should have fallen.
Because Nan Zhou had the shortest copy time, he was arranged to be the first to return.
Only the first person to come back can get into a certain gap in time and space and see the future scene in the train.
It was precisely because he saw the future that Nan Zhou judged from various traces that it would be difficult for Jiang Fang to catch the train within the scheduled time.
Therefore, Nan Zhou knew from the beginning that he would stay and wait for Jiang Fang.
Recalling the various strange actions Nan Zhou made, Yuan Mingqing was still dubious: "How do you prove that what you see is the future?"
At present, the only thing in the painting that is in line with reality is that after Chen Sufeng entered the No. 4 carriage, he accidentally tore off half of the curtains because of staggering.
But in fact, the curtains were only half torn loose.
The blood-stained curtains in the painting are completely invincible.
Nan Zhou said, "I have been proving it."
Li Yinhang felt something for a while, and noticed the faint handwriting that penetrated from the back of the paper, as if there was content behind.
She flipped the paper over.
When she saw the content behind the paper, she suddenly froze, covering her mouth and exclaiming: "Ah!"
In the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd carriages, what Nan Zhou saw appeared on the paper.
In the first carriage, the dried hot and spicy vermicelli, and two bottles of mineral water rolled in the corner and were hot to the point of softening.
In the second car, there is a starting log hanging on the wall of the car, and the same blue ballpoint pen that was originally worn on the chest of the flight attendant rolled down in the corner.
In the third carriage, there was a table of melon shells and magazines spread out.
The content of the painting overlaps with most of what has happened in the car so far.
"The first time I got in the car, I thought it was supposed to look like this in the car."
Nan Zhou raised his flashlight and looked at Yuan Mingqing, who was dumbfounded.
Yuan Mingqing's scalp was numb: "...but you found that you are completely different from what I saw."
Nan Zhou nodded: "Yeah. Later, I walked through the carriage again by myself."
The interior of the car returned to "normal", but it was the most abnormal.
Every time he took a step, Nan Zhou became more convinced.
— Station, also a copy.
However, what he wants to fight is not only time, but also people's hearts.
Li Yinhang could not help but substitute himself into Nanzhou at that time.
If she were in another place, she was the first person to witness the strange phenomenon on the train, but she also learned from Yuan Mingqing that the scene inside the car he witnessed was completely different from what she saw, and she would definitely be very uneasy. Immediately pulled Yuan Mingqing onto the train and explained the strange phenomena he had seen one by one, trying to prove the strangeness of this train.
After all, this "only one person knows what horror is" feeling sucks.
By analogy, there is a female ghost in the dormitory whose existence is known only to you.
As long as it is an individual, under normal circumstances, it cannot help but share this fear.
But this sharing can have devastating consequences.
Because the second person to come back was Yuan, Ming and Qing.
A high-dimensional person who was forced to join the "Cube Ark" halfway through and did not build trust with anyone in the team at all.
Answering according to the facts will not exchange for sincerity, but only in exchange for suspicion.
After all, everyone knew that Nan Zhou's only selfishness was Jiang Fang.
If Jiang Fang didn't come back, he would definitely delay the departure time of the train at any cost, even at the expense of himself.
Who knows if he will tell a big lie in order to create an atmosphere of "train danger"
There is no benefit to truthfully stating the fact that you "see the future of the train".
Because he has no evidence.
So, what did Nanzhou do
After turning around in the car, he quietly got out of the car.
He never mentioned anything about the train again, but calmly asked about everything Li Yinhang had experienced in the copy.
He was alone, bearing the fear and anxiety that should have been shared by everyone.
"I got out of the car and didn't go up again." Nan Zhou said lightly, "When I heard that Yinhang wanted to go up and get some food, I thought, let's start."
"The future can only become a 'future' little by little when it happens."
"The future needs to be driven and created by events one by one."
"As long as I don't expose what will happen in the future, then, as time goes forward, I can find evidence to support my statement and make you believe me."
"But if I break it down, it will change course in the future, and I will no longer find a way to prove what I said is right. In the end, I can't persuade you, and you can't just believe my one-sided words. In the end, you I will still take this train.”
And the first event to piece together the future is "Li Yinhang is going to get in the car to get food".
In this way, in the first carriage, the bowl of convenience fans and the two bottles of mineral water came to an end.
Sensing the occurrence of such an event further strengthened Nan Zhou's idea of "promoting the occurrence of future events".
In this process, he can create "evidence" enough to convince everyone out of thin air.
Li Yinhang suddenly realized: "So, you take care of me asking for these three pieces of paper—"
Nan Zhou nodded, took Li Yinhang's notebook, opened the part of the broken page, and placed the three torn pieces of paper on top of it.
Strictly fit.
Nan Zhou raised his head, looked at Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, and said, "In this way, it can prove that this painting was not painted by me in advance."
"I didn't get in the car again after getting the paper. . . . You've been watching me, haven't you?"
Nanzhou has become an "observer" independent of the space of the train.
The train itself becomes a Schrödinger's box, in which all the contingency happens freely.
Including Chen Sufeng's unsteady standing curtains, including the spicy fans who were forgotten by Li Yinhang in the first compartment, including Nanji Xing's diligently knocking melon seeds for Li Yinhang...
These events continue to stack up and, over time, move step by step into the future.
…to that bloody future.