The Grim Reaper Can’t Be Tricked

Chapter 239: Dead Nation (3) (promise)

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Who will it be

Boss Long's Destiny Fragments and some information revealed by Ding Baiqing when he collected Destiny Fragments, it can be seen that they had been to Northern Europe and strayed into the story meeting. After that, Boss Long and Ding Yiqing got the Destiny Fragments respectively, and at the same time everyone forgot 'Cen Jin', except Ding Baiqing.

The story will be dominated by the spinning of fate, a powerful Nordic martial art. Maybe it is the Nordic gods who have the spinning of fate that lured Cen Jin and Ding Baiqing to the Nordic country of death.

In European Greek mythology and Norse mythology, the goddess who controls fate is the Goddess of Fate, who is behind the scenes

Why did he just target him and Ding Taiqing

Huang Mao couldn't figure it out. He was in a time and space where everything in the past had not yet happened, and the amount of information was as small as a drop in the ocean, and he couldn't guess the reason anyway.

At this time, a figure stopped in front of their table and said, "Is there anyone else in the seat next to you?"

The three looked up and saw a blond girl looking at them with a charming smile. They sat down when they got the reply of 'no one' and introduced themselves first: "My name is Leni."

The three didn't respond at all, Cen Jin and Ding Baiqing nodded and continued to bite their ears, Pat leaned against the car window and tried to record music inspiration, Leni smiled reluctantly, the yellow hair from God's perspective saw everything, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he could guess with his toes Knowing that Leni took them as prey.

Having said that, after more than 20 years, the blond Lai Ni forgot about Cen Jin's forgiveness, why even Ding Baiqing forgot, which led to the selection of them as prey again.

And the only unlucky people who encountered the ghost train were Cen Jin and Ding Baiqing. Boss Long and the others were not there. Thanks to Ding Baiqing's vague reply, he thought that the two teams had the same experience, but there were still discrepancies in the details.

Like the same music festival, the same train to Luxembourg, but it's not the same thing.

Two incidents and two teams encountered ghost trains that should have appeared at night in broad daylight. They excluded others by means of exclusion. Only Ding Yiqing and Cen Jin remained. Either he was too 'lucky' or Ding Yiqing had bad luck.

Huang Mao raised his chest and raised his chin, thinking to himself, comparing the experiences of the two, Ding Yiqing was still a little miserable, and he must be the one who brought his own bad luck.

"Have you heard of the death train?"

Blonde Leni really started her performance, successfully attracting the curiosity of Ding Baiqing and the three of them. She slowly said the strangeness of this train, and the content will not be repeated. Anyway, after listening to the previous sentence, Huang Mao can say the next sentence.

But at this time, Cen Jin and the three of them listened to it for the first time, and they were very interested, especially when Pat got inspiration, he specially matched a gloomy bg, and in the daytime, the coolness climbed up his back.

Cen Jin took out his mobile phone and inquired: "There is really news of the death train!" He whispered in Ding Yiqing's ear: "There is a record in the forum, it is one of the exam questions in Europe, not our exam room, so I haven't seen it before. If you accidentally enter the exam room, you will have to log in to your student ID to check in after graduation, and if you can’t pass the exam, you can have a nearby church come over to help you… Tsk, that’s a shame.”

Ding Yiqing: "The accident happened in 1990, and it has been nine years since then. Why didn't the church come to deal with it?"

Cen Jin: "It's harmless and it can be used as an exam room. I guess it's too tricky to solve."

Blonde Lennie's eyes rolled around, staring at the two people who were whispering to each other, smiling, scolding dog boy in her heart, showing such closeness in front of her, she should be burned to death, it's all to blame now The times are less and less respectful of God.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

After saying that, he got up and walked to the bathroom. There was a long queue there. Looking down the aisle, some people were playing cards, some people were talking in a low voice, and the children's heart-wrenching cries caused headaches. The hat was on her face so that she couldn't hear, the mother was irritably coaxing the crying child, berating the other running child, and there seemed to be an argument over the bathroom.

The train rumbled out of the tunnel, and the sun was instantly bright. The green plains on both sides of the window were like endless blankets, spreading to the horizon, connecting with the blue sky and white clouds.

A lively scene can't be linked to the spooky ghost train no matter what, Cen Jin relaxes, leans on the back of the chair sleepily, and suddenly thinks of one thing: "Hey, did you take the Tang Dao in the ghost ship with you? Out?"

Ding Baiqing: "That knife is not bad."

Cen Jin hummed: "You hid it."

Ding Yiqing: "If the head office collects it, it will be treated as scrap copper and iron, or it will be stolen and auctioned privately. It's better to keep it in my hands and treasure it."

He likes to collect antiques and quirky items.

Cen Jin closed his eyes with a smile on his lips: "Your swordsmanship is very good, let's learn from it another day..."

Ding Baiqing responded, lowered his eyes, and reflected in his pupils Cen Jin, who had fallen asleep, Cen Jin was leaning on his arm to sleep, one hand on the table, holding a small mobile phone.

The sun was a bit dazzling, and Ding Taiqing asked Pat to help lower the curtain of the car.

The curtains are blinds, and scattered light and shadows poured in, and the light and shadow also fell on Cen Jin's body, face, and lips. Ding Baiqing was fascinated, and the fingertips hanging by his side moved, and for a moment thought about it. Poke Cen Jin's lips, doesn't it look so soft.

Pat fiddled with the strings, and the pleasant notes flowed out. Ding Baiqing, who was still a literary youth, heard it was a song that was a little old. It was about secret love, about the beginning of love, like the sunshine and green trees on a summer afternoon. And flowers and plants, like the wind blowing through the blue sky and white clouds, the young man roars past the person he has a crush on on a bicycle, interpreting his arrogant, warm and bright crush.

The journey is boring and the environment is noisy. It is not a place for deep sleep. Cen Jin woke up after only ten minutes of drowsiness. Looking at Pat, who was recording inspiration, he suddenly said, "Where are you from?"

Pat shook his head: "I'm wandering around, and my hometown is long gone."

If there is no war, how can the hometown disappear

"It should have been pushed clean by a forklift and razed to the ground." Pat raised his head and smiled: "I was born in a slum where stowaways gather, and the motherland where my biological mother and father lived has never set foot in the country. If there is a chance, I would really like to take a look. "

"Feel sorry."

Pat smiled and said nothing, and when he was interested, he asked if there were any classic songs that he could play and sing along. He regretted it as soon as he said it. He forgot how 'amazing' Cen Jin's voice was.

Seeing the rise of Cen Jin, Pat quickly threw the question to Ding Baiqing, who was quiet and silent, and said dryly with Cen Jin's sorrowful Wanniang face: "...you recommend a Chinese song, and I'll learn along with it... Haha, learn together."

Cen Jin: "I can teach you."

Pat: "How can I bother you? Mr. Ding will do."

Cen Jin was not happy: "Are you jealous of me?" He frowned and said in a low voice, "It's not necessary, I won't take your job, and I'm not going to debut as a singer."

Pat twitched his cheeks, twitched the corners of his lips, and smiled without smiling: "Come on, come on."

He handed the guitar to Cen Jin, and Cen Jin took it generously. He fiddled with the strings in a good manner. The sound was pretty good, but he couldn't hear the tune. He stopped and quickly asked what the tune he was playing was called.

Cen Jin held his head high: "Our classic Chinese music, "Farewell."

Pat looked bewildered.

Ding Yiqing couldn't control his disgusting expression and eyes, Cen Jin said unhappily when he saw it: "What do you mean?"

Ding Baiqing: "The tunes are composed by other countries, and the words are from China."

"Really?" Cen Jin was a little surprised, what about a classic song, but the lyrics of this song are the most important to him, so he told Pat about the meaning of the lyrics: "I must learn classic songs in elementary school, every time Teachers and classmates will sing this song when they say goodbye at the end of the semester. For us Chinese people, songs should pay attention to words and songs, neither of which is indispensable, words should also pay attention to Xinyada, and emotions should be both subtle and at the same time. Intense and unforgettable.”

He continued to talk. Pat was not very serious at first, but after listening carefully, he found that Cen Jin said it in a well-structured manner, so he discussed it with him, occasionally inserting a sentence or two, and finally learning it word by word. lyrics.

Ding Yiqing took over the guitar handed over by Cen Jin when he talked about his rise, and fiddled with a few notes first. It was a bit unsuitable for lyrical tunes, but he could only play the tune of "Farewell".

As soon as Pat heard the song, he knew the original song. The song composed about a hundred years ago is also a classic in the European and American music circles. With Cen Jin's explanation and the poignant and open-minded lyrics, he has a different new feeling.

One morning was spent learning songs. Pat's language talent was excellent, he quickly mastered the lyrics and sang well.

At the same time, Cen Jin noticed something different: "That Leni went to the bathroom and hasn't come back yet?"

Ding Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I just wanted to say that we have been wandering in this canyon. In the carriage, the behavior and language of some passengers are like a set program, which is repeated every so often. Some people appear horribly dead during one segment of the track."

Cen Jin thought of something, "Fuck, no way."

Ding Yiqing: "Congratulations, we have been recruited. First log in to the forum to check in and find out if there is a way to leave."

Cen Jin picked up the phone and tried it twice, then glanced at Ding Baiqing: "No signal."

Ding Baiqing was speechless for a moment.

Pat glanced at the two carefully: "Something happened?"

Cen Jin took a deep breath: "Something happened." Immediately jumped up, stepped on the seat and carefully watched the rest of the train: "Don't worry, we will solve it, just don't run around."

Ding Yiqing took out the Tang knife that he carried with him, and Cen Jin spread his palm: "I have a box in my luggage, which contains the dismantled saber, help me take it out - quick, it is more convenient for you to be outside."

Huang Maozhi made people take it for granted, Ding Baiqing was too lazy to bother with him, so he took the luggage from above, and found a half-human-high quaint wooden box and handed it to him.

Cen Jin carried it on his back, and in his luggage there were his guns and legal possession/gun certificate. Both of them were weapons that he was used to using. The reason he didn't bring them into the ghost ship last time was because the investigation was too strict, even a knife for cutting fruit. They were not allowed to take them on the boat. On the other hand, the train security inspection was not so strict, so he was brought in in a gullible way, which just came in handy.

"Find someone familiar with ghost trains to ask about the situation, and then prescribe the right medicine."

"Who?" Cen Jin asked.

"Blonde Lennie."

The bored yellow hair watched them find the blond Leni, who was about to touch the last car, and found bottles and jars full of stumps and a family of four, and easily knew that they were cunning.

Knowing the secrets of the ghost train from their mouths, and knowing that all the ghosts on the train were persecuted by the Slaughter House before and after their death, the two decided to capture the thief first and the king to kill the Slaughter House.