The roar of the siren and the rhythmic "bang eating" sound from the meshing of mechanical gears echoed in my ears. Li Qing sat on a train seat as hard as iron, surrounded by retro carriages and "weird" clothes. crowd.

Different from the comfort and comfort of others talking and laughing in a low voice or sleeping peacefully and lightly, Li Qing's face was tense, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his hands pressed his thighs awkwardly, like a rabbit that had strayed into a tiger's den.

One moment ago, he was still troubled by insomnia, tossing and turning in the empty shell-like room left by his parents, but the next moment, he suddenly appeared here.

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Li Qing tried to calm down. He took a few deep breaths. As his chest rose and fell, the breath was exchanged with his lungs through his mouth. Fresh air poured into his brain, alleviating anxiety and making thinking possible.

He looked down at the palm of his right hand, where there was a full crimson moon.

Crimson Moon looks like a delicate tattoo inlaid in flesh and skin, under the veil-like mist of red light, the irregular plaques on its surface are clearly visible.

Li Qing is almost certain that his "traveling" this time is absolutely inseparable from this round of red moon.

In front of Li Qing, there is a log-colored table against the wall of the train. A gas lamp is placed in the center. The base of the lamp is fixed on the table to prevent possible accidents caused by train bumps. A half-folded newspaper, the paper was wrinkled and slightly yellowed.

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At the other end of the wooden table, opposite Li Qing, sat a melancholy young man with dark green hair and brown single-frame glasses. This young man was staring out of the window with his chin propped on one hand, as if he was doing something. A deep thought about life.

Outside the window is the evening with the sound of rain. The raindrops hit the glass window, first breaking into countless water spots, and then under the action of complex mechanics, they merge into small streams of water and flow down until they disappear without a trace.

On the car wall between two adjacent glass windows, there is a neat word "Shang" written in Xiaozhuan script.

Li Qing's throat rolled, he stretched out his hand to grab the newspaper on the table, and when he saw the line of small words specially added next to the newspaper headline, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Special supply for Shangtieqing on July 18, 12th year of Houzhao, issue 16, total issue 254.

dream? fantasy? Or is it a real time travel, time travel back to the changing era two hundred years ago?

Li Qing turned his neck with difficulty, looking at the familiar face reflected in the glass window, his appearance has not changed, which may mean that he is still him so far and has not become someone else.

Turning his head, Li Qingcai saw a leather bag on the seat next to him. The bag was half-open and leaning against the wall of the car. There were sporadic white spots inside, as if it contained some documents.

Judging from the location, the owner of this bag should be himself.

Li Qing's body was a little stiff, he put down the newspaper after a quick glance, then moved his shoulders a little, stretched out his hand and brought the leather bag over and put it on his lap.

Inside the bag was an envelope, a document, and banknotes, not too much, not too little, ten yuan and five cents. On the five-cent brown and purple banknote, there was a photo of Emperor Shangwu, the eighth emperor of the Shang Dynasty, printed on his head.

The document is a file, with a photo on it, and the rest of it states his current identity: Li Qing, male, 20 years old, a junior researcher at the Ancient 427 Institute, graduated from the History Department of Yantai University, and the rest The grid lists his schooling experience and honors.

Except for the first three items of information and photos, Li Qing felt he deserved the rest.

This piece of paper was printed on both sides. Compared with the front side with a patchwork form, the back side was much simpler, with only a few lines.

With just this flip, a chill rushed down Li Qing's spine to his forehead.

On the back, there are three lines of small characters written in fancy fonts that are different from those used in the standard forms, one line is black and vigorous:

"Please get off at Nanyang Station"

The remaining two lines of writing are bright red, and there are many connections between the strokes, like streaks of unbroken blood:

"Please be a good person with good manners and morals"

"Please don't talk to anyone except the conductor"

The last two lines of text starting with "Please" seem to be some kind of meaningful advice, which is bloody and makes Li Qing's heart skip a beat.

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As if he had discovered some great secret, Li Qing quickly stuffed the document back into his purse, looked around, and felt a little relieved when he saw that no one noticed his strangeness.

No matter what these words mean, for me who is new here, it is better to follow them.

"gentlemen?"

A gentle and pleasant voice sounded in Li Qing's ears. It was such a voice, but it shocked Li Qing who was tense.

The person speaking is wearing a dark blue uniform with a red skirt that reaches down to the calf. It is slit from the bottom to the knee. He is wearing black delicate low-heeled leather shoes. Inside the leather shoes are ankles and insteps wrapped in black stockings. charm.

This suit is the standard attire of a train conductor of a commercial name.

The train attendant raised her hand and brushed her hair on her forehead, revealing a fair face with a beautiful face and a professional smile. She bowed slightly and said in a low voice, "Sorry to bother you, I see you You don't look very well, do you need a glass of water?"

Do not speak to anyone other than the conductor.

If it's a conductor, then there's no problem. Li Qing breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, made a gesture of invitation, and suddenly had an idea, and asked, "Where is the next stop, and how long will it take?"

While pouring water for Li Qing, the lady conductor said in a gentle voice, "The next stop is Nanyang, and it will take about three hours."

I need to get off at Nanyang Station, in other words, I need to persist for three hours.

After hearing the news, Li Qing finally had a clear goal. He was no longer like a headless fly, and finally showed a little smile on his face.

The conductor who finished pouring the water did not leave immediately, but stood beside Li Qing without saying a word, as if waiting for something.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but at this moment, from the corner of Li Qing's eyes, the conductor's lady caught a glimpse of her. On her fair face, her petite red lips slowly opened, revealing her sharp teeth dripping with saliva. It swelled and looked extremely hideous!

"I paid for him."

Another completely different voice sounded. The dark green-haired and melancholy young man who had been staring out the window turned around, took out a five-cent bill, and pushed it along the table to the conductor lady.

Fingernails made a series of harsh sounds on the wooden table through the banknotes.

"Call me anytime if you need anything." The grimness disappeared, and a professional smile appeared on the face of the conductor lady again. She stopped bothering her and pushed the trolley away in black low-heeled shoes. .

It turns out that pouring water is not free.

Maybe it was the ferocious look on the conductor's face that made Li Qing a little dazed, or maybe it was the kindness shown by the melancholy young man that made Li Qing relax his vigilance, and subconsciously blurted out a "thank you".

Do not speak to anyone other than the conductor.

After the words came out, Li Qingcai suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake, but he couldn't take back what he said.

However, the expected crisis did not come, the Shangqing train was still moving forward, and the passengers in the carriage did not move at all. Even the melancholy young man who offered to pay for him on the opposite side had turned his head and looked out the window. , like nothing happened

Li Qing was slightly taken aback, what does this mean? Could it be that those two lines of blood were just a prank, but in fact there is no need to have any scruples at all? Thinking about it carefully, the two lines of blood characters seem to have nothing to do with each other, but in fact there are some contradictions between them. If no one is allowed to speak, how can we be "polite"?

Taking out the 50-cent note from the purse, Li Qing pushed it towards the depressed young man, and said cautiously, "My name is Li Qing, this is the money to pay you back, please be sure to accept it."

There was a moment of silence, like a video tape stuck.

After a while, the melancholy young man slowly turned his head, took a deep look at Li Qing, and stretched out his hand to accept the five-cent note.

Under Li Qing's surprised gaze, the youth's figure gradually became blurred until it disappeared into a wisp of green smoke.

The moment the young man disappeared, as if someone had pressed the pause button, the world suddenly became quiet. The sound of rain, the roar of sirens, the gnashing of gears, and the sound of people talking, laughing, and snoring all ceased to exist.

Only the rain outside the window, as if in another time and space, is still pouring tirelessly on the car window.

Behind the rain curtain, farther away from the ghostly undulating mountains and rivers, the sky above the dark clouds showed a strange blush.

In the carriage, all the passengers raised their heads, and dozens of pairs of cold eyes looked over in unison, as if they had received some kind of order!

Don't talk to anyone except the conductor!

Li Qing's scalp exploded in an instant, and under the stimulation of great fear, his spirit shook violently, as if the end was approaching, the world around him shattered into pieces, and suddenly collapsed with a loud "boom".

The long darkness was accompanied by bursts of indescribable pain.

When consciousness regained consciousness again, what caught Li Qing's eyes was everything familiar: the bed, the desk, the damp white wall, and the old tree outside the window that was soaked by the rain and was green and shiny.

He returned to reality.

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In the spacious and bright office, Gu Changming, who was nearly forty years old, was lying and flipping through the regional confidential documents in his hand: the information of the latest batch of awakened people in the jurisdiction.

Suddenly, Gu Changming let out a soft "huh", sat up straight and stared at a certain line in the document, and said to himself: "This kind of primitive awakening trial state still exists now?" After browsing through the entire document, his expression quickly changed from surprise to disappointment.

"What's the matter with this guy named Li Qing? He even encountered the simplest trial environment, but he still failed?!"

Gu Changming put the materials heavily on the table, raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, he was used to using this action to relieve the boredom in his heart.

According to the rules, although this Li Qing failed to awaken, he still survived. In any case, Gu Changming, the head of the branch, had to come forward to contact him. According to past experience, most of the time, this kind of contact was impossible. It's a waste of time.