At twelve o'clock that night, Turing stood under a broken billboard, and not far away was the entrance to the subway station of the memory train.

After leaving Bihu Mountain, Turing decided to check out the memory train tonight.

He wants to see what changes will happen to this pair of glasses.

After looking at the white translucent glasses in his hand, Turing put them in his pocket and raised his legs to walk into the subway station.

"I don't know if the beef shop owner still remembers the umbrella he gave me."

After passing through the escalator that had been shut down, I saw that there was still light below, which was the beef shop owner's store door.

Just as he was about to walk forward, Turing saw some people gathering at the door of the store, making a noise.

The shop owner and a red waisted clerk stood at the door of the shop, pulling a young man in black jacket to prevent him from leaving. There were also several passers-by and security guards watching.

"I said, I've paid!" The young man was grabbed by one hand by the clerk, with an impatient look on his face.

"I'm so sorry! Take out your transfer record and see!" the clerk shouted sternly.

"I've seen it for you just now, and you nodded." The black jacket looked like a scoundrel, but he didn't want to show the transfer. The hand he was pulled was carrying a box of beef.

"I don't want to do it, right? That thing is coming!" The clerk said as he was about to get the beef in his black jacket, but the other party refused.

"I paid for it, why should I give it to you? Then you can return the money to me."

"You haven't paid at all!"

"Boss, what's going on?"

At this time, a young man was inserted into the crowd, and it was Turing.

The boss looked at Turing and quickly recognized that this was the young man who took the last bus that night.

"It's you, I haven't seen it for several days." Due to the black jacket, the boss's face was not very good at this time.

Turing nodded and returned the pink umbrella to the boss: "Boss, I'll give you the umbrella."

"Hey, so polite. Take it. My daughter heard that I gave me an umbrella and was so angry that she bought me a new one." The boss smiled bitterly.

"Hey, who are you? If you want to chat, just chat slowly, and I'll leave first?"

At this time, the black jacket with a scoundrel suddenly spoke out, and he was about to struggle to leave the clerk.

"Stop." Turing suddenly grabbed him and looked at the boss, "What's going on?"

The black jacket suddenly felt as if his wrist was tightly clamped by pliers, and his face turned red and he couldn't speak in pain.

Of course this is not Turing's own power, but the phantom limbs in his sleeves.

"This kid bought beef from us a few days ago. Today I checked the accounts and found something wrong. This guy actually showed a fake transfer record. I wanted to cheat today, but I caught it!" The clerk said the incident with anger.

It turned out that this guy came to buy beef a few days ago and paid only once. He came back the next day, pretended to scan the code, and then showed the transfer record of the previous day. He came back the third day, and the fourth day as usual...

Now the payment is done by scanning the code on your mobile phone, and the boss does not have voice prompts in the store. When he is too busy, he can't see the customer's transfer records, and he was blinded by this guy several times.

Turing immediately looked at this guy.

Is there really a silly who does this? The key is that he succeeded several times before he was caught.

"You... don't talk nonsense! I have paid!" The black jacket struggled hard on Turing's hand, thinking to himself why this young man's hand is so strong that it is not easy to mess with, so he has to find a way to get out quickly.

"Yes, take out your phone." Turing stretched out a hand.

"Why should I take it out again? He has seen it just now." The black jacket continued to admit it with a stern face.

"Not taking it out? It's OK."

Turing let go of his hand.

Then he punched him in the belly.

The black jacket suddenly turned into a shrimp's back, and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Do you give me money?"

"You tm..."

Bang!

"Do you give me money?"

"Security guard save me..."

Turing turned around and glared, and the two middle-aged security guards retreated awkwardly, and then punched again with a backhand.

Bang!

"Do you give it?"

"I'll give it to me! Stop hitting, don't hitting!"

Turing stopped.

The crowd around was stunned.

"I said... I won't have internal bleeding, right... He seems to be vomiting..." The boss swallowed.

"It's okay, he's drinking tomato soup tonight. Isn't it?" Turing looked at the black jacket lying on the ground and moaning.

"Uh...yes, I drank tomato soup..."

"No, he seems to be really..."

"It's okay. If you don't believe me, I'll ask him for help. Brother, does your stomach hurt?"

The black jacket immediately stood up and forced a smile: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Look, this is very simple."

Seeing the black jacket finally stood up and paid obediently, the people around him gradually dispersed. Before leaving, the two middle-aged security guards glanced at Turing with lingering fear.

"That... young man, would you be too violent like this..." the boss said with some concern.

"This kind of rogue likes to bully the weak and fear the strong. If you are old and afraid of trouble, you will be afraid of trouble. In fact, if you call the police, he will be timid." Turing said.

"Oh, it's mainly because I'm afraid of delaying the business." The boss shook his head.

"It's okay, boss, please be careful in the future. I'll go to the subway first."

"Okay, I'm going to close, too." The boss nodded.

Soon, Turing left, the boss and the clerk closed their doors and got off work, and left the subway station.

Shortly after the few people left, a young man in a black jacket walked into the subway station with a gloomy face.

The three of them were all dressed in a loose and lazy manner, holding a simple steel knife in their hands, looking like a gangster.

"Damn it, that bastard, I'm going to ruin one of his legs!"

"Brother Cui, that guy should have taken the last bus."

"What's the nonsense? If you don't hurry up, that guy will run away by car!"

The three of them immediately accelerated and walked towards the depths of the subway station.

...

Turing walked through the dark stairs again and came to the subway without any baffles.

He felt that this subway station without baffles was not the same space as the subway station.

Turing took out his transparent glasses and put them on, looking at the dark train tracks.

There is nothing on the glasses.

Could it be that my guess is wrong?

Turing waited for a while, but the glasses still didn't react at all, and he didn't hear the sound of the train.

"It seems that other solutions are needed..."

Turing was about to take off her glasses when her eyes suddenly changed.

A line of characters appeared on the glasses—

[The train has not arrived yet. The next arrival time: within 15 days.]

"Is it still 15 days left to take the next train..."

Turing is not in a hurry for the train, because Geller Sting's notebook and phantom limb have not yet been fully understood.

[Hello, Traveler. I found that you have completed a commission. Do you want to bind your ticket?]

"Binding?"

[Confirm password, binding the ticket.]

Turing was stunned.

"I'm not sure, that's a question..."

But the glasses would no longer answer him. He only saw the lenses in front of him shattering inch by inch, and finally scattering into dust in the air.

The transparent glasses disappeared, but the characters were still in his sight.
To be continued...