After passing through the second room, wuchou slowly relaxes himself, tries to alleviate the discomfort caused by the previous pass, and is ready to enter the third room to climax.


    But wuchou felt that the plot he saw on the drawing paper was so familiar, just like his old friend.


    "It may be an illusion."


    Try to concentrate and push the door of the third room slowly.


    "This is the carriage?"


    The whole room is decorated like the train carriage of the last world, crowded walkways, shelves for storing things, strange rural scenery painted with oil paintings on the wall, and the docking door of the carriage directly opposite.


    Wuchou looked for it, but he didn''t find the drawing paper he wanted to see. He was just trying to ask what was going on. The voice of the mystery sounded again.


    "The answer you want is in your position."


    Wuchou takes a closer look. Indeed, there are so many positions. As long as the position against the wall is deliberately red, it is abrupt in other positions.


    Wuchou sat in this special position and didn''t want to ask what to do next. Suddenly, it was dark. The next second, wuchou appeared in the carriage, "the real carriage".


    "This, in the end?"


    Looking at the scene of moving slowly outside the window, the roar of the train engine, the voice of the crowd sitting next to him, and the waiter pushing the dining car in the aisle, all of them are prompt and worry free. They are now in a real carriage.


    "Hey, where is this?"


    Wuchou stretched out his hand to grasp the man around him, but his hand went directly through the man''s body, just like the original outside and inside world.


    "What''s the matter? Are you at a loss?"


    The sound of mystery sounded in wuchou''s ear.


    "Here is an illusion. I think you can leave as long as you touch your mind with your right hand, but don''t you want to know where the next picture is?"


    After hearing this, wuchou gave up the idea of directly touching his head and began to observe what was different in this carriage.


    "By the way, take a closer look. It will happen soon."


    Wuchou also wanted to ask what this meant. Suddenly, the carriage began to shake. Wuchou quickly stretched out his head and looked ahead. The train was about to derail.


    "What''s going on?"


    Wuchou runs directly to the cockpit. Thanks to being just a bystander, there will be no physical collision.


    There was no one alive in the cockpit, because there were only two bodies lying on the ground, and a figure in a black cloak stood in place, wiping the blood on the knife.


    "Who the hell are you?"


    Wuchou forgot his identity again. He couldn''t grasp the man''s cloak and went through it directly.


    "That''s it!"


    At this time, the carriages were opened and a man with one eye, crutches and strange decorations came in.


    "Murderer, what do you want to do?"


    The shadow didn''t reply a word. He picked up his knife and jumped at the man. Fortunately, the man''s martial arts were excellent. He pushed the shadow away as soon as he changed his hand. The crutch suddenly stretched out several incredible magnifying glasses. The unknown principle reflected the fire light, and a column of light directly shot at the shadow, burning the shadow''s cloak.


    Seeing that the flame could not be put out, the shadow threw away his cloak directly, but the real body was startled.


    "Jack!"


    White shoulder length short hair, indifferent eyes and short figure are the earliest followers of wuchou, Jack.


    "Oh, I didn''t expect that the legendary fog night murderer was actually a child. It seems that Moriarty is really crazy, even children."


    The man pretended to drive jack with ease, but his hand never relaxed. After all, he was asked to track the role he caught for a long time. He can''t be careless.


    "Enemy, see the face, kill!"


    Jack rushed directly at the man with two daggers.


    "Naive."


    The man took a stick first, put aside Jack''s double knives, and the magnifying glass directly focused the light on Jack''s eyes through reflection, which made Jack temporarily blind. He seized the opportunity and kicked Jack around the waist, making Jack lose his ability to move.


    "You guy!"


    Wuchou wanted to hit people, but now he is just a bystander and can''t do anything.


    "It''s over!"


    The man was about to take the rope around him and tie jack up. Suddenly, a gunshot broke the man''s action.


    In front of the train, on a hillside, a middle-aged man with short white hair, holding a strange gun, pointed at the man.


    "Moriarty!"


    The middle-aged man called "Moriarty" by the man smiled and threw several strange round objects from his hands. The next second, the explosion sounded. Moriarty directly broke the track in front of the train, and the train must roll over.


    "Damn it!"


    The man hasn''t reacted yet. The train has been out of the track. The strong shock makes the man unable to stand firm. Jack takes advantage of the opportunity to jump out of the train window directly with his petite figure. His life and death are unknown.


    "No, I have to find a way."


    The man put away his crutch, opened the car door and ran towards the back of the car.


    Wuchou was trying to follow the past to see what would happen. At this time, wuchou just rushed to the carriage door and hit hard with a "touch". Wuchou found that he had returned to the room and had separated from the illusion.


    "Damn, what happened! Why did Jack appear here? Who is that man? Why did you bring me in!"


    At this time, wuchou saw that there was an extra piece of drawing paper on his original seat, on which Jack and a man were standing in the cockpit, just as he had just seen.


    "Damn, what happened!"


    Wuchou was about to go directly to the fourth room to see what happened. At this time, the door couldn''t be opened.


    "Oh, did you forget the opponent in this room?"


    With a slap, wuchou turned and looked back. A black figure appeared in front of him. Even though the figure was black, wuchou still saw that the figure was Jack''s figure.


    "Stop, I don''t want to fight her."


    But the other party doesn''t think so. He pounced directly with his double knives. The goal is the worry free carotid artery.


    "Stop."


    Wuchou''s hands directly grasp each other''s arms. His right hand has no effect, and the other party has great strength. He can''t stop the other party''s knife from approaching slowly.


    "Stop it!"


    Wuchou uses all his strength to get rid of the other party, but the other party rolls around in the air and stands up unharmed.


    "Can''t you do it? Is it because you know this doll? Interesting. How do you know this doll? I want to know."


    The riddle sounded again, but wuchou only thought of the time to find out this guy and beat him up.


    "You guy, don''t let me catch you."


    "Jack."


    Wuchou looked at the shadow slowly approaching him. There was no way. He wouldn''t hurt them anyway.


    "I owe them too much. There are still a lot of promises that haven''t been made up."


    Worry free thought, perhaps because he owed them too much, he met them here, so he needed to repay and leave their time.


    "If that''s what you want, come on."


    Wu''s ability to change his appearance can still be used. Wu Chou turns himself into a Shilang, opens his arms and faces the shadow.


    "Come on, if this can repay the time I left you, come on, let me feel your pain."


    Without worry, he closed his eyes and let the other party deal with it.


    After a long time, the mystery sounded again.


    "How could it be! It''s clearly just a resentment. Why is it like this!"


    A small hand was pressed in front of wuchou''s stomach. Wuchou opened his eyes and saw that the shadow had a hand on his body. His mouth seemed to say something. A tear was left from the corner of his eyes. The next second, the shadow disappeared.


    Looking at the disappeared shadow, wuchou picked up the drawing paper on the seat and said to himself.


    "Wait for me, I will come back."


    Anger, full.