Sharp lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the streets below.

Under the dark red billboard, Turing wrapped her cotton coat tightly and took a step back to avoid the rain dripping above.

"It's almost twelve o'clock... the subway station will not be suspended, right?"

Turing put away his phone, looked at the heavy rain in front of him, tightened his collar, pulled down his hood and rushed into the rain.

As it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, there were no other pedestrians on the street. Turing stepped on puddles and mixed with the heavy rain and rushed past the crumbling subway station sign.

"call--"

After breathing a sigh of relief, Turing took off his hood that had been soaked in rainwater through the security checkpoint where only the machine was left to run.

This Zuoshan carving coat that I bought on Double Eleven is quite warm, but not waterproof. At this time, he was already wet and had to take off his clothes and hold it in his hand.

The wet shoes walked through the stairs, and the shops below the subway station were almost closed, leaving only a "金沙游戏" with warm lights, gradually disappearing with the noise of the roller shutter door.

"Hey! Big Brother!"

The figure who pulled the roller shutter door stopped and looked at Turing: "Is it still rushing to the subway at this time?"

Turing stopped panting and looked at the dim subway stairs of Line 3 over there: "Have the last shift gone?"

"Huh~" The beef shop owner sprayed a mouthful of smoke from his mouth and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand: "Just leave."

"I'm numb." Turing rubbed his face and subconsciously made a catchphrase in his mouth, "Forget it, thank you brother."

He was a little upset if he didn't catch the subway.

The price for renting in this city is not low late at night, and he lives in a very close place.

"Hey wait." The beef boss called Turing, "My nephew works on the subway. He said that there are too many overtime work in the Innovation Park recently, and he wants to issue the last bus. It seems that there will be a shuttle bus around midnight. Do you want to wait?"

"Is that true?" Hearing the words, Turing looked at his phone. It was just past midnight. "Forget it, it's all this time, wait a little longer."

A clamor sound came again, the boss had already pulled down the roller shutter door, and the light of the emergency lights was lit around.

"Young man is very young. Just started working?" The boss walked to pick up the backpack next to the roller shutter door and looked at the wet clothes in his hands.

"Yes, intern." Turing took back his phone.

"I just started working so late to work overtime?" The boss said, and handed him a cigarette as if he was chatting with Turing, but the latter refused.

"It's normal." Turing narrowed his eyes, "This is how college students who have just left society are working overtime, studying, promotion and job-changing. Internships are also mainly about learning, understanding the industry, understanding the position, and accumulating experience. It's nothing."

"Young man is very enlightened. Nowadays, young people are drunk and dreaming, and like to say they live in the present. I have a distant nephew who is about the same age as you, who spends all day in bars, fools around, and wants to make a lot of money... Isn't this just nonsense?" The boss gave him a thumbs up, "Do you have any dreams?"

"Dream." Turing smiled, "Does it count in history?"

The boss laughed out loud: "Then you put it in ancient times, this is called pursuing fame and fortune."

"Yes." Turing took a breath of air conditioning in the air and looked at the extinguished store sign. "What are the ancient poems from childhood to college that are indifferent to fame and fortune, but how can you say that people do not leave any traces of themselves in the world in this life?"

The boss was stunned and looked at Turing in surprise.

“This statement is interesting.”

Then he took out something from his bag and handed it to Turing, "I'll give you an umbrella. See how your clothes are wet."

"Isn't this good?" Turing scratched his cheek.

"Take it, my daughter will come to pick me up. Just remember to pay it back to me when you get off the subway tomorrow morning."

Unable to resist the enthusiasm of the elder brother, Turing could only take the umbrella. Looking at the pink pattern on the umbrella, the elder brother's voice came from beside him: "My daughter bought me an umbrella, what is it? This is popular now. Maybe you young people like it, but I, a man, should I hold this umbrella?"

As he was talking, the elder brother's phone rang. He took out his cell phone and ran towards the subway entrance: "I called as I said... Go down quickly, be careful to miss it again!"

He is a good person.

Turing looked at the umbrella, held a pink flower in his hand, and walked towards the depths of the subway. Behind him, the boss's carefree voice came: "Come on, it's famous in history!"

...

"Ta...ta..."

In the dim subway, there was only the sound of Turing's soles slapping on the ground. The light of emergency lighting was very dark, and we could not even see the full view of the stairs. After swiping the card, Turing could only hold his mobile phone and strode forward with his light.

"It's weird, why do you feel that the stairs today are a bit too long?" Turing looked back to confirm whether he had taken the wrong step. "And it's too dark."

He walked down several steps, but it was still not over.

Turing couldn't help but speed up.

At this moment, his feet were empty and his hair suddenly rose.

Dong!

With a loud noise, the whole person immediately smashed down the stairs and rolled down. The light-filled cell phone flew out in an instant, and the backpack and umbrella fell not far away.

"hiss……"

Turing hugged her legs, so painful that she couldn't speak.

After a while, he got up from the ground staggeredly.

"I'm so irritated... Why did the steps suddenly become taller... Which big bull designed the stairs?"

He jumped to the glowing phone in the dark, and picked it up with some distress: "Fortunately... the phone is not broken."

If it is not included in the dense scratches on the back.

“Buzz…”

Turing, who was checking his phone, paused.

boom!!!

The warm yellow light whizzed across his stunned face, the galloping strong wind blew his hair, and a high-speed train whizzed by!

It turned out that without realizing it, I had fallen to the subway track and slid out of the yellow line.

He bounced up suddenly, grabbed the thing and retreated quickly, feeling scared.

"Almost lost..."

As he said that, he looked at the empty track: "Where is the safety baffle? The temporary construction has been removed?"

Looking at the bright lights of the train passing by, Turing breathed a sigh of relief, stayed away from the track, and quietly waited in place.

After waiting for a while, the train seemed to be moving forward endlessly. Turing couldn't help but run towards the rear of the train and look at the endless passage.

"Is this thing...is it a train or a subway? Is there such a long train in the subway?"

He had been standing next to the track for more than two minutes of cold wind, but the subway did not seem to stop.

Just when Turing thought he still had to go home for a taxi, the speed of the train gradually slowed down. Finally, the last car stopped in front of Turing's eyes.

The two-way door opened, and bright lights shot out from the inside, shining at the somewhat embarrassed Turing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, stepped in, and found a seat to sit down.

"Click..."

With the sound of the train closing, a crisp sound came from behind his butt. Turing was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had pressed something, and quickly took out the thing from behind his butt.

It was a pair of windproof glasses with pure white signs hanging.

To be precise, it is an extremely wide pair of windproof glasses, with a solid material, and the butt just now cannot make any cracks.

"Who landed here?"

His eyes looked at the sign of the glasses, which did not have any trademark or size markings, but three or two lines of text.

The front says: [Leave the memories of those who forget to buy tickets.]

The back says: [It's better to treat it as a gift.]

"Is this a modern poetry?" Turing tilted his head and was curious.

He took out his phone and typed these words suspected to be lyrics in the search engine, but the other parts that caught his eye were all unrelated search results.

Moreover, this is not a modern poetry literature, it is like a self-indulgent glasses printed on it by the owner of his own.

"The flat light mirror without a degree?"

So he put it on.

At some point, the noise of the train driving at high speed had faded, as if the tranquility before the storm was broken out.

A gust of cold wind blew.

Turing pinched her transparent glasses with both hands, blinked her eyes, unable to believe her glasses.

"The light... has turned blue?"

The next moment, it was like a drowning person breaking through the sea, or a traveler breaking into a troubled area, with manic sounds squeezing Turing's eardrums.

After a long time, he put down his hands that were tightly covering his ears and looked around.

At some point, passengers in groups of three or three were already sitting in the carriage where he belonged.
Chapter completed!