Just imagine, what happens when a train running at full speed hits a solid rock?

broken.

This is a destined result. Since humans invented actionable steel things, the battle between these steel monsters and the earth has continued until now, and they have almost never won once.

In this night, the train carrying Meilin and more than 270 other passengers hit the inner wall of the tunnel. The wall of the tunnel was broken by the impact. The stripped rocks fell in all directions under the impact of kinetic energy, causing the carriage behind the completely destroyed front of the car to jump.

Just like a snake that lost its head, the carriages rolled and rotated one after another. Under the impact of kinetic energy, they spread out on the railway tracks and even swayed and smashed on the railway tracks. The heavy cargo in the truck carriage behind the train rolled down, blocking the exit of the other tunnel tightly.

This is an absolute disaster, and most importantly, it happened at an extreme time.

At 5:45 a.m., most passengers were sleeping and there was no time to take effective measures. Fortunately, the train hit the mountain wall without an explosion, which gave the victims the possibility of saving themselves.

Meilin rubbed his head and woke up from the pain of being hit several times. He raised his head with difficulty, but was shocked to find that his carriage had rolled over. He was lying on a broken glass, but he was extremely lucky and did not bleed.

And the others are not that lucky.

Meilin, who was lying on the ground, could hear howlings coming from all directions, the moans of the wounded, the cry of the painful, and the shouts of the men.

In the rear carriage, some people who have woken up are trying to save themselves. This is thanks to the fact that the trains in North America are not fast at this time, so they did not cause more terrifying secondary damage.

In front of Merlin, the train attendant covered his bleeding head and walked in the carriage with difficulty, organizing guests to leave the carriage where dangerous overturns could occur at any time.

A mother cried with her unconscious daughter, while more people followed the flight attendant silently with a lucky chance after the disaster. With the flashlight and the remaining lights of the carriage, she opened the twisted door and left the carriage.

Outside the broken glass window, the surviving passengers gathered at the edge of the tunnel under the leadership of the flight attendants, and the noise was noisy. In this dark area, the most original fear in the heart is awakened, and everyone becomes sensitive and aggressive. Under the oppression of fear and the stimulation of blood, people often do many terrible things.

Those organizers may also know this, they separated the men from two teams and soon explored in both directions of the tunnel, trying to find a way to leave the tunnel.

But they lack tools and lighting equipment. This disaster came too quickly and caught people off guard.

Merlin did not pay attention to everyone outside the carriage, nor did he have time to pay attention to them. In front of him, someone needed his help.

The old gentleman who had awakened him before was lying on the ground of the carriage. On his abdomen, there was a piece of broken glass piercing into it, blood and blood flowing out of his clothes.

There are also those corpses that will no longer move, those lost lives, outline a desperate and sad scene in this dim carriage.

"Hold on, sir."

Merlin half-kneeled beside the old man, and he said something to the old man, then pressed his hand on his wound, checking his wound with skillful techniques.

During his time working in Mr. Rupers' private hospital in Madison, Wisconsin, Merlin was already an excellent nurse. Although he had no theoretical medical knowledge, bandaging small wounds was no longer a problem for him.

"You're lucky, sir."

Under the dark light, Merlin smiled at the old man. He tore open his sleeves to make a temporary bandage and was about to pull out the glass that pierced the old man's body.

"Are you a doctor?"

The old man obviously felt very painful, and his face became extremely bad, but when he saw Merlin's strict preparations, he couldn't help asking:

"Why are you lying in the car like a homeless man? And just now I felt like you had predicted this disaster."

"No, you read it wrong."

Merlin responded with a little coldness. Under the dim light, his face without a trace of blood looked extremely terrifying.

Just as the old man wanted to ask again, Meilin's hand suddenly raised, and the broken glass that pierced the old man's abdomen was pulled out. Blood flowed out along the wound, and the old man's body twitched for a while. The severe pain also made the old man stop talking.

"Press it and it will not hurt the internal organs. It will stop bleeding in a while. After escaping, you'd better go to a regular hospital and have a look."

Meilin folded a clean cloth and pressed it on the old man's wound. He said to the old man:

"I'll bandage it for you, and I'm sorry."

"Why do you have to apologize?"

The old man's face looked painful, but he still smiled with difficulty. He looked up at the messy scene around him. In the light and light, his voice was dry and said to Merlin:

"It's not your fault, kid, you are also a victim."

"What if I'm not?"

Meilin lowered her head and continued to tear her sleeves and bandaged the old man's wounds while saying in a hoarse voice:

"What if, what if all this was caused by me?"

"How could it be?"

The old man shook his head, he breathed a sigh of relief, and patiently explained to Merlin:

"I know that surviving a disaster of casualties and being intact, the strong contrast always makes people feel guilty. In psychology, this is called survivor psychology. But believe me, child, all of this is the arrangement of fate, and it has nothing to do with you."

"I know this concept, sir. I have taught myself some psychology."

Merlin lifted the old man up from the ground and leaned him against the falling seat. He folded his torn clothes and lowered his head and said:

"But I am an unfortunate person, and bad luck follows me. Do you want to know why I asked you about the time just now?"

Merlin stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief, and while fixing the bleeding-stop cloth to the wound, he said to the old man:

"Because as long as I stay somewhere for too long, disaster will come. A tornado in Wisconsin, an explosion in Chicago, and this train derailed this time."

Meilin raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him with a shocked look. He took off his sunglasses and exposed his strange eyes. He pointed to his eyes and said to the old man who happened to meet:

"It, it represents my essence, the old man, that dark nature."

"You, are you a mutant?"

The old man looked at Merlin's black eyes with Martian dots, and he asked back:

"I thought there were no mutants in Chicago, and this is not a traditional activity area for mutants."

"No, I'm not."

Merlin shook his head, and he said with a hint of melancholy:

"If I were just a simple mutant, I wouldn't have to be so painful."

"Emmmm, it sounds like you hate yourself, kid."

The old man leaned against the chair and let Meilin bandage his wound. Perhaps because he was slowly stopping the bleeding, although the pain still existed, it was much weaker than before.

This old man seemed to be a cruel man. Even after seeing Meilin's eyes, he was still not afraid. On the contrary, he was even a little surprised?

"I have experienced many things, my child, I have fought World War II. Although I have not experienced several wars, I have seen things that do not belong to the mortal world."

The old man squeezed his eyes at Merlin. He looked around and said to Merlin:

"Look, they're looking for a way out. It seems we still have some time to talk. Can you help me get the cigar in my pocket?"

After Merlin bandaged the wound, he sat cross-legged beside the old man, helped the old man take out the cigar and lit it. In the bitter smoke, the old man coughed and said to Merlin:

"Do you know Captain America? It's the hero who beat Hitler."

"Yeah, I know."

Merlin nodded:

"My younger brother was once a younger brother and I really like to read superhero comics. Captain America is his most admired hero."

"Well, I admire him very much, too."

The old man smiled and said with a hint of pride:

"I also carried out missions with Captain America back then. Although my troops were just following him and confiscating the defeated German devils. But how to say, I actually really met him. He was not as wise as the ones drawn in the comics. He would make mistakes, but we would forget his mistakes and only remember how he helped us."

The old man looked at Merlin's expression and said:

"Just like you just now, that's not your own voluntary, right? Your bad luck will torture you first before tortures us, so you are also a victim."

"Look, I told you my story, you should tell your story, right?"

Speaking of this, the old man showed a sly smile, and he lowered his voice, squeezing his eyes like an old naughty boy:

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else."

“My story has nothing to say.”

Merlin shrugged. In this dim carriage, he told his experiences over the past 18 years to the old man who didn't even know his name. These things have been kept in his heart for too long, and he urgently needed a sharer.

Help him share the pressure and the pain.

But Merlin's life story has just begun after all. In just a few minutes, the story he has experienced is coming to an end.

"Well, you mean, was that demon who destroyed everything about you? There is still its power in your body?"

The old man frowned and said:

"This is not good. I have read the Bible, as well as ancient Indian poetry, and some ancient Chinese stories. No matter what myth it is, the demons are not decent people. You have to find a way to save yourself."

"But I have no choice."

Merlin said disappointedly:

"I don't even know where to start, I can't even stay in one place for a long time. I'm tired, sir, and most importantly, I'm confused, I don't know what to do. Every night, the dark sounds weave me nightmares, increasing day by day. Every morning I wake up and feel one step closer to falling into darkness."

"No, no, no!"

The old man listened carefully to Merlin's statement. He denied Merlin's statement. He looked at Merlin and said:

"You haven't fallen into the darkness, otherwise you wouldn't have taken the risk of staying here to help me. Maybe you think you are turning towards a villain, but no! Child, you are still a good person in your heart, and you are willing to help others."

"Listen to me, child, this is an old man's experience."
To be continued...