Doomsday Wonderland: Seven hundred and seventy-seven

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No matter who you are, whether you have been kissed at this moment, or how you have traveled in your past life... everything will disappear with the wind the moment you set foot on the land of Shambhala.

Now, the destination is very close.

The sky train followed several helicopters in front and sailed for nearly an hour in the vast gray fog that filled the field of vision. All radar navigation systems were turned off, and apart from the roar of engines and propellers, there was only a thick, silent fog that was constantly surging and rolling in the dead silence.

People were sitting in their respective positions, some were lost in thought with their eyes closed, and some were looking at the sky outside the window, all quietly waiting for the final moment to arrive.

Lin Sanjiu was brought back to attention by a subtle voice.

"Sir, sir..."

She opened her eyes, looked around, and found that the thin young boy had approached Sibaan at some point. He was holding the back of the chair with one hand and seemed a little nervous. His body was rigidly arched into a half-arch shape, and his lips were as pale as his skin, making the acne scars on his cheeks even more red.

The blond man sitting opposite her lazily raised his eyes and said softly, "Huh?" He seemed to be tired just now and took a nap like everyone else. There was still a thick, hoarse sound of sleep in his voice.

"Sir, um, I," the boy was enveloped by his gaze, and his throat suddenly seemed to be wrapped with a steel wire, and his voice was so tight that it seemed as if it was about to break: "I... I want to ask You..."

"What happened?"

"Well...we haven't turned on the radar now..."

"Yes," Sibaan smiled slightly and leaned back on the chair relaxedly: "What's wrong?"

"Isn't this - isn't this weird?" This sentence suddenly broke through the boy's throat and blurted out: "We don't even know where we are and where we are going, and there is fog everywhere, how - how ——"

When he said this, he subconsciously turned his eyes and suddenly stopped talking. Everyone's attention had been attracted by him just now, and now they all turned towards him. Every face had the same calm expression.

The boy's thinking reaction was not slow. Although his face suddenly turned ugly, he still hurriedly changed his words: "...How can we reach Shambhala?"

Even Lin Sanjiu could tell that this was probably not what he originally wanted to say.

"It's strange," his commander raised his hand to comb his blond hair and said with a smile: "Don't you sense the biological navigation in your body?"

"Biological navigation?"

"Where is Shambhala?" Sibaan suddenly asked. His eyes still stayed on the boy, but he was obviously not asking him a question; because as soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the sky train stretched out their arms in unison - the boy glanced at him with his peripheral vision, and his expression immediately changed. He was shocked and staggered back a few steps.

One arm after another, densely packed and neatly raised into the sky, pointing to the right.

The boy hunched his back tightly, making his shoulders look narrower and his head look bigger. "I...I understand, I didn't pay attention just now..." Clear panic appeared on his face for a moment, and he finally swallowed. He glanced at Siba'an: "Sir, could it be that ...You also have this biological navigation?"

"Of course."

The boy stood stunned for a few seconds as if he had been hit by a stick. When he was about to walk back in a whisper, he was stopped again - "Sit next to me." Siba'an ordered softly, "When we reach the destination in a while, you should follow me closely."

He sat down with his eyelids lowered and trembling, looking at his commander secretly one after another, but he didn't know that he all fell into Lin Sanjiu's eyes.

"What's your name?" She startled him. He shrank back, glanced at Sibaan first, saw him nodding, and then replied with caution: "...My name is Mim."

This boy named Mim seems to have full respect for Sparan.

Lin Sanjiu fell silent and quietly observed him for a while from the corner of his eye. The boy was young, with flat features and acne scars on his face. Only the light in his eyes was very lively. He tilted his head and thought for a while, then whispered to Siba: "Sir, have you been to Shambhala?" ?"

The blond man shook his head: "No."

"Then...why do you want to go to Shambhala so much?" Mim's voice was very low. Even Lin Lin Sanjiu and Yu Yuan, who were sitting opposite, could only vaguely grasp the idea. corners. As soon as the boy finished speaking, Sibaan suddenly raised his head and looked at each other. They all saw doubts in each other's eyes for a moment.

By the way, why do they want to go to Shambhala so much?

Mim waited for a while and saw that his commander was still frowning and did not answer. When he spoke again, his tone even contained a plea: "Sir, please... please think carefully... what is that?" Place? Can you tell me why everyone - I mean, why are we all so eager to go to Shambhala and not even return to the arsenal?"

Sibaan exhaled and buried his face in his hands; his blond hair fell down, penetrating the air like rays of sunlight, tracing the joints of his fingers with interlaced light and shadow.

Mim's next words came out in a shaky voice, full of sincere concern: "Are you...are you okay?"

Not waiting for Sibaan to respond, a hand suddenly fell on the boy's shoulder - a middle-aged woman wearing a uniform of the Ministry of Security, grabbed his clothes and pulled him up; just as she lowered her head When Mim immediately struggled and twisted his neck hard, blue veins protruded from the red skin: "What are you doing! I have been kissed, I have been kissed!"

There is simply no three hundred taels of silver here.

Lin Sanjiu stared at the two people struggling in front of her, feeling that the voice of the teacher in her mind suddenly seemed louder; two completely opposite thoughts were tearing at her soul - "Let him go, "When she heard this shout, she realized that the voice actually came from her own mouth: "Let him go, there is no need to spread it!"

The middle-aged woman paused, turned to look at her, and never let go of her hand: "...Why?"

Lin Sanjiu stood upright, staring at the two of them without blinking. Mim was still frightened, as if he still didn't dare to let go; he glanced at Lin Sanjiu from the corner of his eye, but turned his face to the other side, for fear that someone might accidentally touch his lips.

"Because Shambhala has arrived." She said slowly.

The glimmer of light that had just ignited in Mim's eyes was immediately frozen by these words. When he slowly turned his neck a little stiffly, the hands on his shoulders suddenly loosened up - the middle-aged woman obviously felt it too, and rushed towards the window with such urgency that it even startled Mim; Everyone in the train stood up and looked out the window.

In the roaring wind caused by the helicopter, the gray mist flew away in circles, quickly revealing the pale and rugged earth underneath. The front of the sky train fell down immediately after the helicopter, and with a "boom", everyone was thrown off the ground by heavy tremors; while gliding at high speed, they staggered to regain their balance, with a pair of eyes filled with tears. A light came on.

“We’re here,” someone shouted excitedly, unable to restrain themselves, “We’re here!”

"Shambhala!"

"Quick, get out!"

People were crying, laughing, and shouting uncontrollably from the train; even before Sibaan could say anything, a member of the arsenal opened the door. The skylight and fog from the outside world suddenly poured into the door, and a coolness filled the nose, like pieces of broken ice floating in the water.

"Let's go, let's go!" Someone shouted tremblingly - it was an evolutionist. He didn't even wait for the people in the arsenal to back away from the door, but pushed him out of the door and rushed forward impatiently. Go out; as soon as he went out, the people who had been docile and cooperative in the theater suddenly became furious. They stepped on each other's feet, pushed others' backs, and rushed out of the door.

Lin Sanjiu's heart pounded in her chest, and the suddenly accelerated blood flow made her skin itch slightly; even on her first date with the first love in her life, she had never been so excited. Pass. However, she, Si Ba'an and Yu Yuan~IndoMTL.com~ were the only ones among the group who did not move - it was not that they were unwilling to go out early, but because someone held their hands tightly in the chaos. .

"Please," Mim begged in a low voice with anxious eyes: "Sir, sir, think again, are you okay? Why are you here?"

He grabbed Sibaan's sleeve with one hand, and held Lin Sanjiu with the other.

Perhaps he could see that once Lin Sanjiu left, it would be difficult for him to keep his superiors. Therefore, Mim did not dare to let go at all. He half-crouched on the ground and pressed his feet against the ground. I begged over and over again: "Sir, just wait five minutes, five minutes!"

Yu Yuan was not held back, but because Lin Sanjiu couldn't walk, he couldn't walk either; he looked very impatient, stamped his feet back and forth several times, and shouted: "What are you doing standing still?" Get rid of him quickly? Shambhala is outside, but we can’t get out!"

While a few people were talking, everyone in the train had already rumbled out of the train and hurriedly disappeared into the thick gray fog outside. The fog rolled outside, looking like a piece of boiled, bubbling water. As soon as people walked in, they were almost immediately submerged in shadows, and only their cries and laughter still echoed.

"Wait another five minutes, sir," Mim pulled Siba'an tightly - he looked like he could let go of Lin Sanjiu at any time and use all his strength to retain Sibaan. Lin Sanjiu felt that half of her soul was anxious to rush out, but the other half was roaring and refusing to move. Conflicted with the contradiction, she just stood there in a daze, staring at where Mim had not moved.

"Listen," the boy almost cried, "there is no sound outside!"

The three of them looked stern, and when they listened again, they found that there was only deathly silence left in the mist.

The people who had just gone out seemed to have evaporated in an instant.