America is an amazing country.
Known as the most developed country in the world, the light of the world. However... The Light of the World has no high-speed rail.
It is not genuine, and the reason is very sad. During World War II, the technology tree they ordered was line densification, meshing, and simplification of scheduling. In addition to the main line, a large number of dense branch lines have also been built. It can be said that the townships and villages are connected to the railway, and the villages are connected to the railway. Simple and rude to the extreme.
These railways have taken up what would otherwise be the best sections. However, what is even more terrifying is... Shortly after World War II, rail freight could no longer meet the freight needs of the United States, and was gradually abandoned!
Because, if you want to build a railway connecting every village, "Light of the World" can't do it. So, it is true that every village is connected, but the quality of those railways is very low. I am afraid that the freight will be scrapped if it runs dozens of times. The end result is that every village leads to a railway is a very beautiful slogan, but the Americans can only continue to shout this slogan while biting their handkerchiefs and crying.
Then came the era of high-speed rail.
Well, these railways are going to be upgraded to high-speed railways, and the amount of money is unbelievable! No president has dared to ask this question. Thanks to the countless railway networks in the past, if you want to build a high-speed railway, you have to relocate it, and... Which section to do first
No one will agree to any of them!
Because... this is a multi-party state.
It is destined to be impossible to "let some people get rich first" like Hua Guo. You have to say that if you build Washington/Washington New York first, the people on the West Coast will not do it. Okay, even if the president is very strong, he will press down and start repairs. Then…
You go from coast to coast without passing through a few Green Camp states
Do you think you can still fix it
If you don't repair it for me first, then don't do it at all! The light of the world thinks this way. Therefore, Qin Ye is sitting on the train bored. The more boring smoke mirror sits opposite.
"Why do you have to choose a train?" Smoke Mirror sighed: "The American railway system is the worst railway system in the world. You are going to Mexico. Wouldn't it be better to take a plane?"
Qin Ye didn't answer. Just looking at the scenery outside the window leisurely.
It has to be said that the New World is a unique land with a mild climate, spanning multiple dimensions, and rich in resources and natural materials. Along the way, if you don't care about America's damn train speed, it's still very pleasant.
Of course airplanes are fine.
But... but couldn't sense the Yin Qi of the Death Star. He desperately needs Feitian information from the New World. If he is not clueless, he is even willing to search the whole country in the New World!
However, it cannot be overridden.
He is not very hopeful that the New World Underworld can find the trace of the Death Star. The other party can hide it under your hands for nearly a hundred years, and he has not discovered it before. What are we talking about now
"Do you think..." He took a sip of the instant drink and said slowly, "Where will the Death Star hide?"
The smoke mirror frowned slightly, and he was very reluctant to answer this question. He didn't even want to see Qin Ye.
He was originally the god of death, the ruler of the New World, for at least a century. It is a shame to meet the most powerful Underworld Lord in the world when you are at your weakest.
However, he had no room for refusal either.
He was about to subconsciously refuse to answer. Suddenly his eyes flashed: "Do you think he will hide in the sun?"
Qin Ye raised the cup, smiled slightly, and drank it all.
The smoke mirror did not speak, and his eyes flickered in thought. But the more I think about it, the more I think... This answer is very possible!
The King of Pluto made a promise to Qin Ye. a month.
The four permanent commitments, they must fulfill. In the new world, facing the Pluto, the gods of death such as Shulotel and Appucher are all hunting down, and the sea of consciousness covers every corner. In ten days at most, the Death Star must be found.
"So... the place where he hides is more likely to be the Netherworld and the Human World?" Smoke Mirror raised his eyebrows: "Then you take a ride by yourself and think you might meet him?"
Qin Ye smiled, but did not speak.
Of course it is possible!
Because... the other party gave the box to himself!
What is the other party looking for in himself? Or... Want to provoke something out of yourself
He was willing to try his luck.
boom! At this moment, there was a huge humming sound, and it was pitch black in all directions.
The train entered the tunnel.
The sound of the old-fashioned train is not small. With the closed windows, it forms a very charming melody. Coupled with the tunnel lights every tens of meters, the place is dyed with a mysterious tranquility.
The sudden darkness brought a moment of discomfort. Qin Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, but just as he got used to the darkness, he suddenly realized...
The smoke mirror is gone!
brush! He stood up abruptly and looked around solemnly, only to realize that not only the smoke mirror, but the entire train... completely changed!
Most of the train passengers in the United States are young people of literature and art, and more are the elderly. Because Americans are naturally lively, the sound on the train is not small, but now... there is no sound at all!
At some point in the current train, a lamp lit up above Qin Ye's head.
Dim yellow lights, shining within two meters range. Moreover, this lamp is not at all the rectangular lamp of ordinary trains. Rather... round.
A round lamp covered with an iron cover. This kind of light will only appear in a few places.
Mines, prisons, and... interrogation rooms.
"Good luck..." Qin Ye said lightly, "Do you really dare to come to your door?"
"Aren't you afraid of death? Little devil."
Pop! Just as the voice fell, the electric light above his head suddenly flashed. Qin Ye turned his head to take a look. The lanes on both sides had turned into dry-yellow walls with countless curses written in blood. And... there was glass covered in bloody handprints, in place of the windows.
In the long and boundless tunnel, the train suddenly turned into a room of the same size, and the sight is full of blood marks. If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that it would be crazy by now!
Qin Ye looked at the glass, and inside, a completely different picture appeared.
It was dark in the tunnel, but a bright blue sky in the glass. Men and women in neat suits were sitting behind a brown rectangular wooden table, looking blankly ahead.
As if feeling Qin Ye's gaze, the moment Qin Ye turned his head, all the men and women in the picture turned their heads in unison!
Their faces were pale, and their bodies were covered with blue-purple corpse spots. There were no eyes in their sockets, but they were sewn together with thread. And everyone looked straight at Qin Ye.
The dark tunnel, and the countless ghosts in the mirror. That kind of terrifying feeling that made one's heart tremble, like a big hand reaching into his chest and suddenly pinching his heart.
Pazi - the next second, a light in front finally came on. The next section of hell-like walls and narrow passages are reflected.
Pop, pop! With the lighting of this lamp, one lamp is completely lit, and there are seven or eight lamps in total. And just after the last light came on, an iron gate appeared.
The iron gate of the prison.
At this moment, a yin wind suddenly rolled up in the entire passage. A hand, a cold hand, a pale hand, quietly pressed against Qin Ye's ear. Then... something slowly stuck to his back. "You are guilty." A hoarse voice sounded from behind, unable to distinguish between men and women, the voice was very empty, as if it were a ghost cry floating by the cemetery at night.
That icy hand, along Qin Ye's ear, touched his neck, all the way down, and then another voice sounded: "You are guilty."
Bang! !
As soon as the voice fell, the iron door seemed to be suddenly hit by something, making a loud noise. The whole passage shook.
However, the sound did not stop.
"You are guilty." "You are guilty." "You are guilty!!"
More than a dozen voices rang out one after another. The passage was clearly empty just now, but God knows when, a whole jury seemed to be standing behind Qin Ye!
Dead man's jury.
bang bang bang! ! As the guilt was pronounced, the iron gate was swayed wildly, as if... as if there was an infinitely powerful giant behind him, refusing to accept the result of the trial.
Brush... A blood-red eye suddenly lit up in the darkness. The lights in all the passages flickered violently, and they were all on, except the one closest to the iron gate.
It seems that I dare not open it, for fear of illuminating the darkest terror in people's hearts.
"Go away." Qin Ye raised his hand slowly, and the chain burst into the back, but he heard a miserable roar. The thing stuck behind him completely disappeared.
The passage fell silent. However, it is not absolutely quiet. A tingling, heavy breathing resounded in my ears, as if... in the darkness, there were countless people standing around me, looking at me coldly!
Hu... Huhu... The sound of breathing is getting more and more intense, but it is very dull. If I have to use a metaphor, it is the sound of people being forced to cover their nose and mouth. What awaited him was endless darkness and suffocation.
Pazi... After a few seconds, the lights on the prison gate finally turned on.
Shaking lights, cramped passages, dark fences. A dark figure behind the fence. Everything feels so unknowable.
That, is a boy.
black boy.
His seven orifices were bleeding, and his whole body showed an abnormal charred blackness. He was tied to a chair, wearing a silver semi-circular helmet, and his nose and mouth were covered by a transparent glass cover. Heavy breathing. A dozen ropes can be clearly seen all over the body.
electric chair.
Dark tunnels turned into dim torture chambers, corridor doors turned into brutal electric chairs. On the electric chair, a black boy who had been blackened by the electric shock smiled savagely, as if cruel to the world, with blood-red eyes staring straight at Qin Ye.
He is not big, at most thirteen or fourteen years old, however, the moment he appeared, the entire space was distorted!
The yin qi is strong and the killing intent is strong, even far above Liu Changmin and Quan Jinghao!
At this moment, countless terrified screams suddenly sounded in the entire passage. The voices of men, women, old and young were constantly crying, so terrifying that it made one's hair stand on end!
"I'm sorry..." "I'm sorry, I regret..." "I'm sorry...really...really sorry!" "I don't want this...sorry..."
Qin Ye looked at each other with a smile, and only said after three seconds, "George Stinney."
"The person who can abolish the death penalty in the thirty-six states of the United States, the cause of 'the death penalty is unconstitutional'... Your name will always be recorded in the annals of history. Therefore, this king does not want you to be wiped out."
He gently brushed his robe and said solemnly, "Who are you serving?"
"In the beginning... When you were about to evolve to the Death Star, who had such a powerful means to save you in the hands of the evil agents of the New World?"
"Come on, tell me."