Mystery Comes to the Dragon Race

Chapter 62 Chicago Train Station
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Lu Mingfei stood in the bustling crowd of people, glanced at the train ticket in his hand, and looked up at the cathedral-like dome of the Chicago train station.

There are two huge suitcases on his left and right, the combined weight of which is about the same as his own. The backpack on the back bulges a lot because my aunt stuffed a pressure cooker into it, and a twelve-hole quilt stuffed into the woven bag. The pillows were bundled with a suitcase, and the passport was in his mouth.

In his hand was a gift specially given to him by Brother Fool.

Lu Mingfei, the proud son of heaven and a newcomer studying abroad, took all the equipment to go abroad, took the United Airlines flight alone, crossed the ocean, and landed at Chicago International Airport. According to the itinerary given by Norma, he will take 1000 express trains at Chicago Railway Station to Chicago. Sale College.

Norma is indeed an excellent secretary. Three weeks later, a huge envelope bag was delivered to Lu Mingfei, with everything from passports to itineraries. "Lu Mingfei version" is marked.

Embarrassingly though.

Just like Harry Potter couldn't find Hogwarts Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Lu Mingfei couldn't find the 1000 Express at Chicago Railway Station.

"Express 1000? I haven't heard of it... Maybe it's a branch train? But the number you said is wrong... The new version of the train timetable contains all the information of the train number, go check it again... The ticket seems to be real Yes, but I really don’t know there is such a train.” This is the answer given by different staff on duty.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the pillar between the two trains, thinking whether to imitate Harry Potter and bump into it.Maybe you can find 1000 express trains.

But soon he shook his head to get rid of his ridiculous thoughts.

Cassel College is not Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so how could there be the Magic Express in the novel?If you hit it head-on, I'm afraid it won't be heaven.

Just when Lu Mingfei's version of Harry was clutching the only twenty-dollar bill, thinking whether he should find a place to contact Norma, or try to find another 1000 expresses, Fingal's version of Weasley Appeared.

"One dollar, just one dollar..." someone said behind him.

In the United States, this is a typical begging sentence, asking for a dollar, just like the lotus falling sung by beggars in ancient China.

"No, I'm poor! No money!" Lu Mingfei replied in plain and concise English.

He turned his head and glanced at the tall and burly young man behind him. The face buried in the beard was actually quite handsome, the eyes shining like candles were full of longing, the dark green plaid shirt and the I don’t know how long it’s been since I washed and changed my trousers.It's not easy to meet such a beggar here in America, and all the other beggars are better dressed than he is.

"Chinese?" The other party noticed Lu Mingfei's nationality, and immediately switched to fluent Chinese, "Grandpa, give me some money to buy a cup of Coke. I'm really not a beggar, I just lost my wallet when I went out."

You are so familiar with the incisions of Chinese and English beggars, how dare you say that you are not a professional beggar?Lu Mingfei complained.

"Fingel von Frings, you really are not a beggar, a college student." In order to prove his identity, the young man took out a dictionary-like textbook from the satchel behind his back.

On the textbook that looks quite old, the title of the book is written in English mixed with Latin. Lu Mingfei seems to have seen this kind of writing somewhere.

This guy actually speaks such fluent Chinese... A thought flashed in Lu Mingfei's mind. He had seen this way of writing in the admission documents of Kassel College.

"Are you waiting... for the CC1000 express train?" Lu Mingfei asked.

Good guy, Lu Mingfei thought, this is really like a Harry Potter plot, even Weasley has it, but I don’t know why this Weasley is so shabby.

The two parties each took out a magnetic card ticket from their pockets, which were exactly the same, with the pattern of a giant tree with luxuriant branches and leaves painted in silver on the black face.

"I'm a freshman, Lu Mingfei." Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand to show his friendliness.

"Dear one! I can find a dollar to buy a Coke." Fingel grabbed Lu Mingfei's hand.

Is there nothing else in your chicken coop-like head except Coke?Lu Mingfei felt that he seemed to have made a mistake, how could Weasley be so shameless.

But Lu Mingfei still felt a little magical.That 1000-times express can't really be the Magic Express.Kassel College corresponds to Hogwarts. Professor Guderian said before that his special talent is magic talent?

Lu Mingfei shook his head, how could it be possible, this is too ridiculous.

But Lu Mingfei still couldn't help but fantasize about it.What if it is true?

"Brother, I admire you very much, you seem to be very loyal!" Fingel sat on the bench stretched out, munching on a sandwich and drinking Lu Mingfei's Coke.

The sum of the two was only $25. Lu Mingfei suggested that since Coke refills are free, they don’t need to buy two cups at all. They only need two straws and double the number of refills.Fingel comes from Germany, a developed capitalist country, but he has no German reservations about hygiene, and warmly appreciates that Chinese students are too thoughtful.

"Brother, what grade are you in?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Eighth grade."

"Eighth grade?" Lu Mingfei choked on Coke.

"Oh, it's actually fourth grade, but I'm repeating it," Fingel said.

"Then why is it eighth grade?"

"Stayed here for four years..."

Lu Mingfei was very worried about his future, and decided not to discuss the horror of repeating a grade for the time being, "Have you taken that train before?"

"I take it at the beginning of every semester, otherwise there is only a helicopter to go there. The campus is in the mountains, only this train goes there, no one knows the timetable, anyway, no one knows the Chicago train station, the last one knows which train The conductor who ran the timetable died the year before last, and he said that train had been running since before World War II." Fingel said, "But don't worry, there will always be a train, and people of lower class will have to wait."

"Class?" Lu Mingfei asked, "What? The bourgeoisie and the proletariat?"

"It's something like aristocratic status. Students with high ranks will have some privileges, and the college's resources will be given priority to him, such as priority delivery of cars."

"You have studied for eight years and the grade is not high enough?"

"To be honest, I'm struggling with dropping out and making up credits!" Fingel spread his hands.

"Is it easy to find a job after graduating from Kassel College? You have been in the fourth grade for four years and you are not willing to drop out?"

"No, they assign work!" Fingal burped loudly.

Lu Mingfei looked out from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the train station. The dark skyscrapers stood side by side like giants. Night fell on the city of Chicago. The elevated railway sprinkled bright sparks as trains passed by, pedestrians hurried, and neon lights flashed.

He and Fingal had spent two nights at the Chicago train station.

Although Brother Fool has paid Lu Mingfei a lot of money and sent a long message since he learned about his pitiful experience, the general meaning is to let him take care of himself outside.

But Lu Mingfei still didn't accept it, he was still very embarrassed.He only took a small amount of money to live in a small hotel next to the train station.

No one at the Chicago train station knew about the mysterious CC1000 branch express.Lu Mingfei thought that Weasley did not bring Lu Mingfei any useful news.But what is certain is that 1000 express trains really don't need to go through walls.

Fingel didn't care. He said that for him every time he went back to school, he blamed them for their low class. Students with high class would be picked up at the bus station when they arrived. commotion.

Lu Mingfei had to ask how low their priority was.Fingel said it was probably similar to the serf class in the Middle Ages.Lu Mingfei was in a low mood, and Finger comforted him by saying that there are actually people who are lower than serfs, and that some people's class is like a mule.

There were only the two of them left in the waiting hall. Finger strolled around with his textbooks in his arms, the sound of reading echoed in the huge space, Lu Mingfei wrapped a blanket around his body, and curled up on the wooden bench.His consciousness gradually became a little drowsy, and he vaguely heard the distant bell.

He was startled suddenly, not knowing how he thought of this, crazy, magnificent and real, as if he had witnessed that magnificent scene with his own eyes.

Why is there such a monotonous bell?Lu Mingfei realized that something was wrong. He was in Chicago, and outside was a bustling road with noisy voices and people.Why was all he could hear was the monotonous, lonely chime of the bell?There should be no church nearby.

He sat up from the bench, and a huge moon rose slowly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.The moonlight poured in like the tide rushing towards the shore.The entire waiting hall was shrouded in the cold moonlight, and the shadow of the window pane was projected on the back of the bench. A boy sat silently, looking up at the moonlight.

Lu Mingfei looked around, but couldn't find Finger, and the guard at the door was gone. The lights of the Subway sandwich shop in the distance were turned off, and only he and the boy were left here.He felt very strange, but he didn't dare to speak, or even breathe hard. At this moment, there was a kind of silence in the waiting hall that no one dared to break.

The boy looked like a Chinese, about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a pure black evening dress, with a glow flowing on his immature face.Lu Mingfei didn’t know why such a young child had that kind of silence and sadness of “I’ve lived for thousands of years” on his face, and why the boy sat beside him when there were so many rows of empty benches, as if he was waiting he wakes up.

Lu Mingfei lifted the blanket and sat beside the boy.The two of them watched the moonlight silently, and the time passed slowly, like two people watching the sea.

"Stay away from them," the boy said softly.

"What?" Lu Mingfei didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Forget it, exchange?" the boy said again.

"What for? I have no money... I am poor, no money..."

"Then you still refused?" The boy turned his head slowly.Flame-like light flowed from his golden pupils, like a mirror reflecting fire.

All of Lu Mingfei's will was swallowed by the fire in an instant, his whole body trembled violently, as if he was on the verge of extinction, a huge force was born in his body, and he dodged backwards suddenly.

"Ah!" Fingel's scream woke Lu Mingfei up.

(End of this chapter)