Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Sunday wore a victorious smile:

"Yan Huan has chosen the wrong side; those two little toys have caused my servant quite a bit of trouble."

Fortunately... there are no perfect people in the world, and no one is truly invincible.

"Why do you think I let the gold dust go, and why did I specifically leave the stage of that film and television park empty?"

"If he wants to take advantage of this situation at this critical juncture, then he'll have no choice but to disappear completely."

"The Star Train has chosen the wrong line, so let them disappear too."

"Anyway... from an outsider's perspective, this is simply a conflict between the company and Star Train, isn't it?"

"The family was even a victim, as they lost the Crook Film Park."

At this point, Sunday pressed his hand to his forehead, looking slightly troubled:

"Ha, do you think I should ask the company and Star Train for some compensation?"

"Oh right, besides the mascot, there's probably only one person left on the train. I doubt they can afford to pay for it."

"Then just send it to the company?"

Gallagher narrowed his eyes:

"I think the company is also looking for you."

Sunday nodded slightly:

"Yes, I guessed it."

"But my target now is you."

His gaze grew increasingly cold:

"Anyone suspected of harming my sister will be made to pay with their blood. You have seen what happened to them."

Gallagher nodded slightly, casually surveying the lobby:

"If I really were the murderer, why would I be here?"

"You have a difficult master to please. Before doing these things, didn't you ask for his opinion?"

"They told you to ignore all that bullshit murder case and focus on that [Harmonious Music Ceremony]..."

"How so, 'gentle older brother'?"

Hearing these words, Sunday sneered:

"It seems your disguise has allowed you to fully understand every detail of the family."

"Disguise?" Gallagher said helplessly.

"Which eye of yours saw that I'm a mannequin?"

"Open your eyes and take a closer look, it's got a halo..."

Sunday's gaze became increasingly sharp:

"Indeed, everything about you is real."

"Brown hair, soft and curly like Benny's; orange eyes that remind me of Sir Whittaker's gaze; a strange scar, a Woolsey medal..."

"And the grey vest, tie, hound badge, water bottle, beverage mixing skills, sheriff's identity... they're all real..."

"—From fifty-two loyal 'family members'."

On Sunday, he cast a cold glance at Gallagher: "If I'm crazy... then what about you?"

Gallagher replied indifferently:

Pinduoduo?

Sunday:"……"

"When these characteristics come together, countless tiny truths weave together to form a lie."

“You take a wisp of knowledge from each person, claim it as your own, and ‘fabricate’ a complete [Gallach] in your dreams.”

"Am I right, [mysterious] henchman?"

Seeing that Sunday's analysis had reached this point, Gallagher initially remained silent.

Then... he burst into laughter.

"...Hahahahaha."

You've got guts, impressive!

Gallagher smiled.

"Sure, I underestimated you."

"I admire you, but so what?"

"Does this prove that I killed your sister?"

Sunday's gaze was icy:

"That proves that you and that Memory Realm Meme are birds of a feather, and that's enough."

“Listen carefully, I don’t care how you did it… I only care about one thing now, the answer to one question—”

He was breathing rapidly.

"You bastard, you damned scoundrel, you wretched stray dog—why did you kill her?!"

Upon hearing this, Gallagher couldn't help but laugh. He slowly walked behind Sunday, sat down, and even lit a cigarette.

"Honestly, those involved are often blinded by their own perspective."

Gallagher lit a cigarette while sitting on the ground and talking animatedly:

"People can't see the sand in their eyes; they only know that the sand is there."

"Want the answer? I can give you one..."

"It's all just fate playing tricks on us."

The next moment, a soft sound came from inside the lobby.

puff-

Then, a body fell heavily to the ground, dissipating into memory matter.

"..."

Sunday... got wiped out instantly.

……

the other side.

Inside the Stardome Train.

[Breaking News: Pinocchio's 'Harmonious Music Festival' is now in its final countdown.]

[With the ticking of the clock, in 12 system hours, the grand opening of this celebration will begin...]

The once scenic observation carriages are now bustling with activity.

"Miss Kiana... don't tease him, your hands will get dirty."

"No, no, Rosalia is braiding his hair too, why are you only talking about me!"

At this moment, the observation car was packed with people.

There are white-haired ones, pink-haired ones, and golden-haired ones.

Some of them were lying on the sofa, some were standing to the side, and some were squatting.

But they were all very curious about a sea patrolman who was tied up.

"..." Dan Heng was speechless.

Chapter 708 I really didn't lie to you!

"Passengers from Danheng, let them have some peace and quiet for a while."

"it is good."

Immediately, Dan Heng walked to the Xuanyuan Sword on the table and temporarily deactivated its connection.

"..."

Suddenly, the carriage became much quieter.

"What the hell?! Where did all these girls go?!"

Bound hand and foot, the sea patrol knight kneeling on the ground was quite surprised:

"Seriously, isn't the security on your Starry Sky Train a little too extravagant?"

Pam, with her little arms crossed, pouted as she looked at the sea patrol ranger:

"I've already told you! We can discuss anything properly!"

"But you insisted on pointing a gun at us... that's also self-defense."

The sea patrol knight said helplessly:

"I had no choice. You guys were too aggressive. I drew my gun just to give you a heads-up."

"Hey, now we're acquainted."

"My name is Potio, and I'm a sea patrolman!"

Potio laughed awkwardly:

"How about we loosen the straps first? It's a bit uncomfortable being tied like this."

Dan Heng's gaze remained indifferent:

"The chivalrous heroes of the [Hunter] would not hijack the Star Train."