Terrible news! My deskmate's first chapter is gone!

On the high-speed train.

"Boss, there are 5.5 hours left."

"Um."

Chen Xi replied casually.

After the man left, he followed him out.

We drove directly from Qishan back to Yunma Village and then drove to Quxian.

There is a direct high-speed train to Beijing, which takes eight hours.

Unfortunately, there were no more trains running that night, so the two found a hotel nearby to stay in and planned to take the first train the next morning.

We bought tickets together this time, and the two seats are next to each other.

Chen Xi sat in the window seat of 12E, and Yang Wei sat next to her in 12D.

There were no fake people around before or after they boarded the train, nor in the carriage itself, so they took a short nap.

At this moment, Chen Xi lowered his eyelids slightly, rested his chin on his hand, and looked out the window, just like he usually did when he was in class, looking at the black tower in the distance.

The audience has seen so many sights, they must know about the group, but he didn't choose to join. Is he trying to avoid the emperor?

This is a private matter.

Since the uncle didn't mention it yesterday, Chen Xi naturally didn't ask.

With the Emperor's abilities, he could probably see through the extraordinary characteristic of the "bystander." I wonder if the two of them had any interaction.

There are now only three maps left.

The area of ​​Fujian Province is also getting smaller and smaller.

Yancheng, where I grew up, and Fucheng and Jiangcun, where good people live.

Yang Wei is from Yancheng, and later went to Quancheng for his grandmother's funeral.

Finally, the two went to Qu County, Yunma Village, and Qishan Mountain.

These places I recently visited are still there, but I never know when they might be suddenly swallowed up.

If, as the audience suggests, the entire world is consumed by the Black Tower, is living inside the Black Tower the only option?

If this is the final answer, how many people will actually make it in alive?

Just then, someone patted Chen Xi on the shoulder.

He turned slightly to the side.

Yang Wei pointed out the window at a slightly forward angle.

At first glance, the black fog directly in front of you resembles a boundless ocean, deep and mysterious, making it impossible to see where it ends.

The black mist was so dense it was suffocating, as if no light could penetrate it, like a huge, indestructible black curtain stretching across our eyes.

It floated silently in the air, motionless, like a solidified metal fortress, exuding a heavy, oppressive aura that made people feel fear.

Is this the black mist the old man was talking about...?

A serious look appeared in Chen Xi's eyes.

He glanced down at his watch.

It has been 2.5 hours since we boarded the train. If we start counting from Quxian Station, we should be just about having left Fujian Province by now.

This wasn't the first time Chen Xi had left Fujian Province, but it was the first time he had seen this thing in front of him.

Judging from the reactions of those around them, it was clear that only these superhumans or pseudo-humans could see the black mist ahead.

Soon, the high-speed train entered the black fog.

The people around seemed to be frozen in place, and everyone's movements froze at that moment.

Of course, people like Chen Xi are an exception.

Fictional memories...

The scene before him instantly brought these five words to Chen Xi's mind.

He used hyperthymesia to carefully review what happened after he left the province, but he couldn't find even 0.1 seconds of abnormality!

It's important to know that high-speed trains are very long, and even when they enter the fog, the time it takes for each carriage to enter the fog is different.

This means that people inside the carriage will have a fraction of a second to notice the slight difference in the carriage ahead.

This time interval is almost impossible for ordinary people to grasp.

After all, when riding the high-speed rail, most people are either daydreaming or looking at their phones or listening to music. Who would be staring at the back of the head of the carriage in front of them for no reason?

But Chen Xi is different; he has hyperthymesia!

I may not have noticed this before, but even now, when I deliberately look for it, I still can't find it!

This means that even those who enter the black fog state later will have synchronized memories with those who enter earlier.

wrong!

The memories of outsiders were also synchronized!

Because the communication was normal, the people inside were in a hypnotic state.

The driverless equipment moves forward automatically...

"Disorderly... chaotic yet logical..."

Chen Xi read aloud softly, this was his summary of the Black Tower's modification of the world.

Take fictional memories, for example. If everyone in the world has this memory, is it still fictional?

In a sense, isn't truth and falsehood simply a matter of how many people believe in them?

Just as the two fell silent.

Suddenly, an excited voice came from the carriage ahead:

"Oh! Buy! Ga!"

"Is this a manifestation of the god of time?"

"So, the entire train carriage was brought to a standstill?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xi immediately stood up and moved closer to the source of the sound.

"Boss!"

Yang Wei didn't react in time and failed to grab Chen Xi's clothes, so he hurriedly called out.

"These lines aren't something a fake would say; there's a high probability there's a wild superhuman ahead of us."

Chen Xi said without turning his head.

Upon hearing this, Yang Wei immediately realized what was happening and belatedly followed.

The sound came from the front carriage. After the two men passed through the carriage, they hid to the side in an eavesdropping posture.

""author"."

"Boss, you're right. He really is a superhuman. Judging from his behavior, he's probably wild."

Yang Wei, who was standing nearby, took the initiative to report to his supervisor.

Only one person was moving in the entire carriage; it was obvious who it was without needing to be identified.

The man with the author's name above his head is about 170 cm tall, has dyed yellow hair, and is of slender build.

For some reason, he had already taken off his outer pants and was standing there wearing only boxer shorts.

He was looking at a pretty girl sitting quietly in front of him with a wicked smile.

"Yang..."

"He wants to engage in import and export trade!"

As soon as Chen Xi spoke, Yang Wei offered an explanation.

"I wasn't talking about that. I meant, is that blond guy the only special person in this carriage?"

Chen Xi stared ahead warily, because the moment he stepped into the connecting part of the carriage, his mysterious tennis ball vibrated!

"No, he's the only one in this carriage with writing above his head."

There's only one? How could that be?

The mystery tennis can't be wrong, and Yang Wei has no need to lie to himself.

If both of them are right...

Chen Xi suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of something. He opened his eyes slightly and stared at a certain spot.

Suddenly, he pulled a dagger from his pocket and threw it somewhere with what appeared to be a very professional motion.

It was the martial art that Chen Xi had taught himself: Little Li Flying Dagger!

Chen Xi's learning speed in this skill-based martial art was astonishingly fast.

With a "whoosh," the knife slashed across the author's crotch, and then with a "hiss," it pierced directly into the floor!

With Chen Xi's current physical abilities, coupled with the control skills he learned from Little Li Flying Dagger, he could easily shoot lions and tigers within a certain range.

This attack triggered the author's instinct to retreat, but unfortunately, because he wasn't wearing pants, he tripped and fell to the ground with a "plop".

"Are you crazy?!"

The author then discovered Chen Xi and the other person, and after feeling pain, he immediately started cursing.

"Did you avoid it?"

"but......"

"I was able to spot your traces after comparing them!"

Chen Xi completely ignored the author, and instead calmly spoke in a certain direction, making a gesture as if he was about to launch a second attack.