Yama Rising Chapter 1100: : Death Star (2)
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The United States is a very amazing country.
It is known as the most developed country in the world, the light of the world. However... There is no high-speed rail in this light of the world.
There is no genuine product, and the reason is very sad. During World War II, the science and technology tree they ordered was dense, networked, and simplistic in scheduling. In addition to the main line, a large number of densely packed branch lines were also built. It can be said that the railway is connected to every village and every village. Simple and rude.
These railways have already occupied the best sections of the road. But what is even more frightening is... Soon after World War II, rail freight could no longer meet the freight demand of the United States, and was gradually abandoned!
Because, "The Light of the World" cannot do it if it is necessary to lay a railway connecting every village. Therefore, every village is indeed connected, but the quality of those railways is very low. I am afraid that the freight will have to be scrapped after dozens of runs. The end result is that the railway is a very beautiful slogan, but Americans can only bite their handkerchiefs and shed tears to continue shouting this slogan.
Then ushered in the era of high-speed rail.
Well, these railways are going to be upgraded to high-speed railways. This funding is incredible! No president dared to raise this question. Thanks to the numerous railway networks in the past, if high-speed rail is to be built now, then the site will have to be re-selected, and... which section will be done first?
No one will agree to any paragraph!
Because... this is a multi-party country.
It is destined to not "let some people get rich first" like Hua Guo did. If you say that Washington/Sinton New York was built first, the people on the West Bank would not do it. Okay, even if the president is very strong, he suppressed it and started repairs. Then...
You travel from the West Coast to the East Coast without passing through a few green states?
Do you think you can continue to fix it?
If you don't give me the first fix, then don't fix it! The light of the world is this thinking. Therefore, now Qin Ye is also sitting on the train bored. Opposite is the more boring smoke mirror.
"Why do you have to choose a train?" The smoke mirror sighed: "The U.S. rail system is the worst rail system in the world. You are going to Mexico. Isn't it better to fly?"
Qin Ye didn't answer. Just leisurely looking at the scenery outside the window.
I have to say that the New World is a unique land with a mild climate, across multiple dimensions, and rich in resources and natural materials. Along the way, if you don't care about America's **** train speed, it's still very pleasant.
Of course the plane is good.
But... I can't sense the yin of the Death Star. He urgently needs the flying materials of the New World, if not clueless, he is even willing to search the whole country in the New World!
However, you cannot override it.
He is not very hopeful that the trail of the Death Star can be found in the Underworld of the New World. The other party can hide under your hands for nearly a hundred years. He hasn't found it before. What is the discovery now?
"Do you think..." He took a sip of the instant drink and slowly said: "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 **** of death who ruled the New World, at least for a century. It was a shame to meet the world's most powerful underlord when he was the weakest.
However, he has no room for rejection.
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.
The smoke mirror did not open, and his eyes flickered and thought. But the more you think about it, the more I feel... this answer is very possible!
The Pluto King and Empress made a promise to Qin Ye. A month.
They must fulfill their promises to the Four Constants. And New World faces Pluto
After the Netherworld, Xiuluoter, Apche and other death gods searched all out, and the sea of consciousness covered every corner. At most ten days, 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 an eyebrow: "Then if you take a ride by yourself, you think you might meet him?"
Qin Ye smiled and did not speak.
Of course it is possible!
Because... the other party gave the box to himself!
What is the other person looking for in him? Or... what do you want to provoke from yourself?
He is willing to try his luck.
Boom——! At this moment, there was a huge hum, 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, it is dyed with a mysterious tranquility.
The sudden darkness brought a moment of discomfort. Qin Ye narrowed his eyes lightly, but the moment he adjusted to the darkness, he suddenly discovered...
The smoke mirror is gone!
Swipe! He stood up suddenly and looked around dignifiedly, only to realize that not only the smoke mirror, but the entire train...completely changed!
On American trains, most of the passengers are young literary and artistic people, and most of them are old people. Because Americans are very lively, the noise on the train is not small, but now... there is no sound!
The current train, I don't know when, a light was lit on Qin Ye's head.
The dim light cannot shine beyond two meters. Moreover, this lamp is not the rectangular lamp of ordinary trains at all. It's...round.
A round lamp covered with an iron cover. This kind of lights will only appear in a few places.
The mine, the prison, and...the interrogation room.
"Good luck..." Qin Ye said lightly: "Do you really dare to come here?"
"Aren't you afraid of death? Imp."
Pop! As soon as the voice fell, the light above his head flashed suddenly. Qin Ye turned his head and took a look. The driveways on both sides had turned into withered yellow walls, with countless curses written in blood. And... there is glass stained with **** handprints instead of windows.
The long and endless tunnel, the train suddenly turned into a room of the same size, and the sight was full of blood marks. If it were an ordinary person, I would have been crazy by now!
Qin Ye looked at the glass, where a completely different picture appeared.
It was dark in the tunnel, but in the glass there was a bright blue sky. A man and woman in a straight suit was sitting behind a brown rectangular wooden table, looking forward blankly.
As if feeling Qin Ye's gaze, the moment Qin Ye turned his head, in the picture...all the men and women turned their heads together!
They were pale, covered with bluish-purple corpses, and there were no eyes in their sockets, but they were sewn with thread. And everyone looked at Qin Ye straightforwardly.
The dark tunnel, facing countless ghosts in the mirror. That kind of horror that makes the heart tremble, like a big hand reaching into the chest, suddenly pinching the heart.
Buzz—the next second, a light in front finally turns on. Reflecting the next section of hell-like walls and narrow passages.
Fuck, pop! With this light on, each light is fully lit, a total of seven or eight lights. And just after the last light was 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, and a pale hand quietly touched Qin Ye's ear. Then... something slowly stuck to his back.
"You are guilty." A voice sounded hoarsely from behind, unable to distinguish between men and women, and the voice was empty, like a ghost crying by the graveyard at night.
The cold hand followed Qin Ye's ears and touched his neck, all the way down, and then another voice sounded: "You are guilty."
Hey! !
As soon as the voice fell, the iron door seemed to be slammed by something, and there was a loud noise. The whole passage shook.
However, the sound did not stop.
"You are guilty." "You are guilty." "You are guilty!!"
A dozen voices sounded one after another. There was no one in the passage just now, and God knows when, Qin Ye seemed to be standing behind a whole jury!
Jury of the dead.
Clang! ! As the guilty verdict was pronounced, the iron gate was swayed frantically, as if... as if there was an infinite giant behind, refusing to accept the result of the trial.
Swipe...a blood-red eye suddenly lit up in the darkness. The lights in all passages flickered violently, and they were all on, except for the one closest to the iron gate.
As if not daring to open it, for fear of illuminating the darkest horror of human hearts.
"Get off." Qin Ye slowly raised his hand, and the chain burst into the rear, but he heard a miserable roar. The thing sticking behind him completely disappeared.
The passage is quiet. However, it is not absolutely quiet. A numb, heavy breathing sounded through my ears, as if...in the darkness, countless people were standing around me, looking at me coldly!
Call ...... ...... whirring breathing more and more intense, but very boring, if you must metaphor, that is, who was abruptly covered his nose and mouth voice. What awaits him is endless darkness and suffocation.
Pazi...a few seconds later, the light on the prison gate finally turned on.
Shaking lights, stubborn passages, dark fences. The dark figure behind the fence. Everything is so unclear.
That's a boy.
Black boys.
His seven orifices were bleeding, and his whole body showed an abnormal scorching black. 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.
The dark tunnel turned into a dim torture chamber, and the door of the aisle turned into a cruel electric chair. On the electric chair, a black boy who had been scorched by the electric shock smiled grimly, as if cruel to the world, with blood-red eyes, he looked straight at Qin Ye.
He is not old, at most thirteen or fourteen years old, however, the moment he appeared, the entire space was distorted!
The richness of Yin Qi and the prosperity of killing intent are even far above Liu Changmin, Quan Jinghao!
At this moment, countless horrified screams suddenly sounded throughout the passage. One by one, men, women, old and young, their voices kept crying and crying, so terribly terrifying!
"I'm sorry..." "I'm sorry, I regret..." "I'm sorry...really...really sorry!" "I don't want to be like this... I'm sorry..."
Qin Ye smiled and looked at each other, before speaking three seconds later: "George Stinney."
"Those who can make the 36 states of the United States abolish the death penalty, 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 in a deep voice, "Who are you serving?"
"In the beginning...when you were about to evolve to the Death Star, who had such a way to reach the sky, actually saved you from the hands of the New World Yincha?"
"Come and tell me."