Turing's expression froze on his face, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Are you kidding?"

"I want to know how I died."

"In exchange, you will receive my lifelong gift."

After the words fell, a flower screen flashed across Turing's lenses, and it returned to clarity:

[Geller Sting entrusted you to find out the cause of his death and find the murderer. In exchange, he is willing to impart the knowledge he has learned throughout his life to you.]

【Are you accepting the entrustment?】

[Tip: After accepting the commission, you will enter the memory of Geller Sting's death. This memory will start from a certain moment before his death until he enters the state of death]

[Tip: In Geller Sting's death memories, you will directly enter Geller Sting's perspective. For you, this is just a dream of death, but if you die too many times in your memory, it will inevitably cause immeasurable damage to your nerves.]

[Tip: After completing the commission, the door to return will be open to you again]

In less than two seconds, Turing finished reading the information.

The information obtained from it is that the iron mask is called Geller Sting, who is a dead man. This is a train that can enter the memory of the dead. Then the person sitting next to him is just a "memory" in a fixed question-and-answer mode.

"Then the others in the car are in similar condition?" Turing looked up and glanced at the figures that seemed to be deliberately mosaiced.

This explanation makes sense, which corresponds to the statement of "memory train".

Accept the commission to continue the train's adventure, or get off the train in unknown time and return to the company tomorrow to continue working as a social animal?

"How do I go back to my own world?"

This time, the eyepiece gave a reply: "Just complete the commission."

That's nothing to choose.

Turing is not an indecisive person. He rubbed his temples and chose to accept it.

[You accepted a passenger's entrustment.]

【Front Destination: Geller Sting】

In an instant, the entire carriage was covered with bright red lights, and the speed of the train was suddenly accelerated. The powerful centrifugal force fixed Turing to his seat.

Bang-

The dull and harsh whistle, and the train slowly stopped in a surging tremor.

"Stop ahead: Geller Sting."

The double-open car door opened, revealing an incandescent light.

Turing took a deep breath and walked in.

...

Cold, strong dizziness, and tinnitus that prolonged tone.

The sound came like a tide, and Turing opened his eyes with a down-to-earth feeling.

"Wow!"

The distant sea water stirs up small waves.

Turing put down his hand that was already standing by the window before he arrived and stood up straight.

The ground felt a slight shaking.

The air is filled with a salty and damp smell.

The loud whistle sound penetrated into my ears.

"I'm on the boat?" Turing glanced around and his expression was stunned.

“This place…”

He sat in a cabin.

The steel-stitched ceiling and four walls, some dot-like devices are distributed on the wall, projecting countless parallel geometric screens, covering the entire wall.

The ceiling casts a light that is not bright, and the messy wires are arranged above.

A semi-finished machine is placed in the center of a long metal table and is guarded by countless broken parts around it.

The seats creaked, and loose parts collided with each other, making a crackling sound.

A simple bed lay quietly in the corner of the house, next to it was a row of long metal cabinets, and a mirror was obliquely attached to them.

The iron door of the room looks extremely thick, with horizontal and vertical structural panels poured, and a valve the size of a chest cavity is placed in the center.

Listening to the sound of the sea water in my ears, Turing felt dizziness gradually fading, and tried to stand up.

Something suddenly hit the table on his knees.

It was an iron cage.

Turing recognized this as the thing Geller Sting had been holding in the train. What was different from the train was that there seemed to be something in the iron cage.

Turing did not open it, put it on the messy table, walked to the dusty mirror, and reached out to the dusty mirror.

The cold iron mask appeared in front of me, and the hand that wiped away the dust reflected the metallic luster, which exposed knotted wires and ingenious metal components.

This is a robotic arm, not what he thought of as a glove at first.

Turing scanned his whole body, and now he had turned into Geller Sting's appearance, which was exactly the same as on the train.

"This kind of different styles and environment... the people on the train really come from another world."

He tried to remove the mask, but found no switches, and he didn't feel the air bounced back with his breath.

"This mask...is like it's transplanted onto the face." Turing touched the mask and felt aroused in his heart.

His gaze suddenly narrowed and distant as his thinking moved, and three clear small dots moved with his gaze, forming a triangle shape.

"This should be the function of Geller Sting's one-eyed one-eyed one." Turing understood that he had completely replaced Geller Sting's main perspective. "The time I returned to began at a certain point before the death of this body, which means that after several times passed, I would die for unknown reasons."

Turing quickly clarified his thoughts: "The question now is, how long will it take to die?"

Thinking of this, Turing's eyes turned dark.

...

When he regained consciousness again, he found himself back to the chair, and a strong sting and dizziness came from his brain. Turing hugged his head hard, breathing the air like an oxygen deficiency. It took several seconds to recover.

"I just... died?"

Recovering consciousness from yourself, checking your body, and thinking, the whole time will never exceed 10 minutes. This death came too suddenly, without explosion, gunfire, and even without feeling the pain.

It is not a good feeling to experience death for the first time. Even if it is painless, the brain will feel strong nerve compression after the retrieval.

"Time, I have to know how long it has passed." Turing suddenly lifted the messy parts on the table, looking for any equipment that could record time, and then threw them away after no results.

The drawers of the rusty iron table, the bed, the strip cabinet... Turing was searching like a strong wind passing through the border.

Since he didn't know the time of death, he could only look for it as fast as he could.

The whole room was messed up by him, and finally, a clock-shaped machine was found in the bar cabinet.

The appearance looks like a temporary pieced together mechanical objects, broken shells, exposed wires and components, and several needles are pushed alone in the center of the dial, emitting a green LED light.

“Finally found.”

But before I could be happy, Turing's eyes were dark again, and a strong sense of dizziness collapsed.

"vomit……"

He returned to the long table and suddenly lay down, retching violently like stomach cramps caused by alcoholism. Then he suddenly sat back on the chair and breathed in big breaths.

Without taking any more rest, he stood up a little staggeringly and took out the clock from the strip cabinet in a familiar way.

“It’s four:04 pm.”

The last time he re-set, he wasted a lot of time looking for the clock, but before he died, he clearly remembered the time of death: 4:13.

Every time he re-sets, he only has nine minutes.

"Not only is the time short, but death is also without any warning." He looked around and walked to the wall full of projection screens. "These miserable high-techs make me think a little."

"Then it could be some kind of high-tech weapon... a gun shot?" Turing walked to the location where he died last time and looked back at the window. "There is only one window in the whole room, and the gun can only be shot in from there, but I didn't hear any sound of glass breaking. Armor-piercing bullets? Even if it penetrates the wall directly, there should be a huge noise..."

"Will the problem lie in the room itself?" But before looking for the alarm clock, I turned the room upside down. There was no problem. Turing searched for some suspicious points in his memory, but found no abnormalities. "That is what is placed in this body?"

Turing searched all over his body, took off his clothes one by one, and searched carefully.

A rust knife with electric shock elements on the back of a knife, some unknown electronic instruments, and some unknown beast fur. Turing knew nothing about these things and could only violently dismantle them, but still found nothing.

It is worth mentioning that Turing found a lot of transparent liquids in his pocket the size of a thumb, with a light blue luster.

He also found the same thing at the door, but a large bucket, placed in a device, emitted blue light as the power was turned on.

Among the instruments and weapons drawn from those clothes, Turing discovered the interface corresponding to the thumb vial.

He pinched the bottle and observed it at the dim light:

“It’s like the universal battery in this world.”

Turing looked at the clock, walked for a minute and a half, and had seven and a half minutes to explore.
To be continued...