Weak in affinity talent? Female ghosts are eager to give hints.

"Clang—"

"Clang—"

The scenery outside the car window was rushing by, and An Lan squinted as she pondered something.

At his shoulder, Mikalin buried her head in the crook of his arm, gazing intently at the man's chin, licking her lips: "Anlan... what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking..."

"What are the remaining levels...?"

"You see, I have no memories of the past or present, and even memories of the future can be brought over by the station... past, present, future..."

"Besides that, what else can memory be?"

"The fourth stop, 'fiction'? Does it mean inserting a 'fictional' memory into our minds?"

As An Lan speculated, she had already been sliding a few words across her glove: "[What you see may all be fake]".

If the "fiction" is as we suspect, then leaving some clues beforehand might be helpful.

"Ugh—"

"Now that you mention it, it sounds like we're old folks with Alzheimer's disease—"

Suddenly, Mikalin responded, and Anlan's expression froze!

"Alzheimer's disease?"

"That's right! You see—in the early stages of dementia, don't people first forget things from their childhood or the past? That corresponds to the 'past'! Then, as the symptoms worsen, they don't know who they are anymore? Doesn't that correspond to the 'present'?"

"As for the [future]?"

"In the late stages of Alzheimer's disease, one forgets how to speak and how to behave like a normal person. The future is also foreseeable, right? One becomes a human puppet, isn't one?"

"this--"

That's a unique way of thinking.

After Mikalin said that, Anlan understood the logic of the [Memory Train] even more clearly.

First of all!

This car is alive, and as it moves, it begins to experience the different stages of Alzheimer's disease, taking the passengers through these stages with it!

During these processes, passengers' memories are constantly being consumed, so naturally no one can ride the bus to their final destination!

"perhaps..."

"Does the train's movement...correspond to the progression of Sandy's father's illness?"

"If we could see what happens in the next cutscene... we'd probably have a better plan for dealing with the later train stations!"

Recalling the two "CG" scenes, Sandy's father's story gradually became clearer. An Lan got up and headed towards Sandy's bedroom...

"Why?"

"Anlan! Where are you going?"

only!

As soon as he stood up, Bill called out to him.

"I'll go look for clues, is that okay?"

An Lan didn't even turn her head as she was about to open the door of the front carriage when Bill smiled and pointed to An Lan's gloves: "Hey, Captain, my severed limb is a bit cold, could you give me a glove?"

"I need gloves to cover the cut! Look..."

The other person hopped over, a rare shyness appearing on their face.

"Um?"

"Is there air conditioning in the car?"

"Besides, if you're cold, you can simply remove the seat cushion and stuff it into the amputated limb, right? Why do you insist on using my gloves?"

An Lan frowned, her question merely a subconscious reaction, but Bill's expression immediately darkened. He then forced a smile, "Ah...it's alright...it's alright then..."

Are you going to the front carriage?

"Yes... if there's nothing else... you can rest..."

"oh--"

"Could I borrow your helmet? My head has been feeling really cold ever since I lost a lot of blood..."

"cannot!"

"You—how can you have absolutely no captain's demeanor?!"

After being rejected twice, Bill's tone became aggressive. An Lan ignored him completely, opened the carriage door, and strode towards the next carriage.

It wasn't that he didn't want to help his teammates; he just instinctively disliked Bill.

If it were Mekalin or Menloka who needed help, he probably wouldn't hesitate to hand them the "gloves" and "helmet." But that Bill...

An Lan felt that there had been some subtle changes since he came back this time.

But upon closer reflection, I realized I hadn't come up with anything.

"Da da da—"

After passing through six carriages, An Lan was suddenly confronted with the pink carriage.

The connecting door between the carriages was open, and Sandy, wearing only her flesh-colored undershirt, was leaning against the bed, giving An Lan a mischievous smile: "Oh—my little man..."

"You really did manage to come back..."

"How are you planning to play this time?"

"That radio broadcast trick... I find it so unoriginal—"

With a "creak".

The carriage door closed, and An Lan stared at the "excitement" above Sandy's head, momentarily at a loss for words...

"Stimulate"?

What kind of "stimulation" would be considered "stimulating"?

"Clang—"

At the same time, a long, narrow tunnel appeared ahead of the train. This time, Sandy didn't stand in front of the announcer to broadcast; instead, an electronic voice spontaneously filled the carriage.

[The train is about to pass through a tunnel... Duration of this tunnel passage... 20 minutes!]

Passengers, please prepare...

"Waaah—"

The horn sounded!

The pink carriage suddenly darkened. An Lan pursed her lips, then immediately pounced on the bed, pinning Sandy beneath her. A soft, gentle laugh filled the air.

"Oh?"

"Under these circumstances?"

"It's a bit romantic, but not exciting enough—"

Slender, delicate fingers unbuttoned An Lan's clothes, and An Lan rolled around on the bed with Sandy in her arms. In the darkness, the two remained pressed together, but the [50] level of affection remained unchanged...

An Lan made no further moves.

He simply stroked Sandy's back, as if waiting for something...

......

the other side.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

Darkness enveloped the carriage once more. Menloka immediately stood up, his face tense: "Hey! If I remember correctly, the carriage changed something last time we went through the tunnel, right?"

"And this time?"

"Hi--"

"Last time was last time, and this time is this time... how can there still be a problem?"

In the darkness, Bill stood beside Menloka, seemingly out of nowhere. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the other man's stubby fingers lightly scratched Menloka's neck.

"Sizzle—"

A faint white scratch appeared on his neck, and Menloka frowned: "Are you blind?!"

"Excuse me!"

I meant to put my hand on your shoulder, but it slipped!

"You know—I'm lame... I lose my balance when I'm nervous, sorry, sorry..."

"Hmph—if you're lame, behave yourself! What are you running around for?"

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

As the two were talking, amidst the high-speed clanging and banging of the train carriage, several strange tearing sounds suddenly broke the silence. The sound was like something being ripped apart, faint and dense.

"Clang!"

but...

With the train moving at high speed and the surrounding darkness, no one would notice such noises.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

The train continued its journey. Menloka nervously scanned his surroundings, while Bill, limping, continued to skip and hop forward. His gaze was fixed on Mikalin, and a slow, smirk played on his lips.

"Why--"

Suddenly, his remaining thigh twisted, as if he had lost his balance and was about to fall onto Mikalin!

Can!

As luck would have it, Mikarin's face flushed red, and she clutched her stomach, saying, "Ugh—why does my stomach hurt?"

"I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore!"

"Toilet...toilet!"

"Tap tap tap—"

In a few quick steps, she ran out of that section of the train and headed towards the connection to the next carriage. Generally, the toilets on high-speed trains are located in this area...

"Thump—"

As soon as the carriage door at the connecting point opened, Mikarin rushed into the public restroom without saying a word. The restroom door had just closed...

"Boom—"

She didn't even notice that Bill behind her had fallen flat on his face!

"Fuck you!"

Bill, who had expected Mikarin to help him up, rubbed his bruised and broken jaw, his face turning purple. In the darkness, his wound healed rapidly, and his expression gradually shifted from annoyance to excitement...

"That's fine..."

"If that's the case..."

"You two will stay here with this carriage!"

"Tap tap tap—"

He got back to his feet and limped across the connection between the two carriages.

"Clatter!"

Suddenly!

Just as Bill jumped to the door of the public toilet, "bang!", Mikalin, as if possessed, pushed the toilet door open again, and the wooden door slammed directly into Bill's face!

"ah--!!!"

A scream rang out, and Bill felt a sharp pain in his face. He swayed again and collapsed to the ground!

"oops!"

"Why is there a toilet here?"

"I need to use a squat toilet... a Western-style toilet is no good—"

In the darkness, Mikalin rushed out of the restroom and ran towards the connecting door of the next carriage. The sound of the girl's footsteps echoed in the distance. Bill, clutching his bleeding nose, was furious!

"Fuck you! Fuck you!"

"A generous gift of crab!"

"What's wrong with this woman?!"

"Oh shit!"

"Never mind! We're all in the dark now! Let's take one down first!"

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

As Bill's body writhed on the ground, cracks began to rapidly appear on his skin beneath his clothes. These cracks resembled red earthworms that, after being slashed open with a knife, refused to heal, constantly writhing and swelling...

"Giggle giggle—"

next moment!

Bill then used his fingernails to pull a crack at the joint between the two carriages...

What started as shallow white marks began to expand dramatically after the wounds all over his body throbbed, growing deeper and longer! In the end... what started as shallow marks... actually turned into a huge fracture!

"Clang—"

As the carriages moved at high speed, the connection point of the rear section of the carriages suddenly burst open!

"Clang—"

The train continued its journey, but the last carriage suddenly slowed down and plunged into the dark tunnel...

"anyway!"

"I'll kill you first!!!"

Bill glared at the back of the carriage, a hint of relief on his face!