Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

"Waaaaah..."

On March 7th, she was still clinging tightly to Xing's waist, her tears and snot covering Xing's body.

After hearing the noise at the door.

She turned around with teary eyes.

They saw Dan Heng standing at the door, looking completely dazed.

March 7th sniffed.

My head is still a little fuzzy.

"Really..."

She muttered to herself.

"I've even hidden myself in my dreams, how can I still see that cold, expressionless face?"

"How annoying!"

"and……"

March 7th curled her lip in disdain.

"Why is Danheng so dazed in my dream?"

Just then.

The person in my arms stirred.

The hard texture was clearly felt through the thin pajamas and onto March 7's arm.

"...?"

It's a bit uncomfortable.

March 7th was stunned.

Can dreams... have such a realistic tactile feel?

It will also hurt your hands?

She subconsciously released one hand and pinched the waist of this "dream person" hard.

It feels rock hard (it's all bone).

then.

She then pinched her own cheek hard with her other hand.

"hiss--!!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!"

"It didn't hurt when I pinched your thigh just now?"

March 7th's movements froze.

pain?

It will hurt?!

Doesn't that mean...

Is this not a dream?!

March 7th suddenly raised its head.

Looking at that familiar face.

"Alive...alive?!"

"He's alive!!!"

"The star has come back to life!!!"

The girl's piercing scream instantly pierced through the door, through the corridor, and echoed throughout the entire train car.

……

……

Three minutes later.

Xing's room was packed with people.

After confirming that Xing was really alright (except for looking a little dazed).

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became somewhat subtle.

The originally sad and somber atmosphere quickly dissipated.

"Whoosh—"

March 7th, turn around.

Himeko turned her head.

Even Danheng turned his head.

Three pairs of eyes.

With eyes that seemed to want to kill.

In unison.

I looked at the person standing at the very back of the crowd, trying to shrink into the shadows...

Walter Young.

"Cough cough..."

Old Yang pushed up his glasses.

My hands are shaking a little.

As the former leader of Anti-Entropy, and as the Herrscher of Reason who saved the world.

He has experienced countless ups and downs in his life.

But never before has it been like today...

Social death.

"Uncle Yang..."

March 7th squinted, put his hands on his hips, and approached step by step.

"This is what you meant by 'hopeless'?"

"This is what you meant by... 'preparing for the end'?"

"This is what you meant by 'let her rest well'?!"

With each question asked on March 7th, Walter would take a step back.

"that……"

Walter wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, trying to save face with science.

"This...this really isn't my fault."

He explained with a serious expression:

"At that time, the vital signs monitoring... were indeed at zero."

"No heartbeat."

"Not breathing."

"All internal organs are empty, brain is lacking oxygen..."

Walter spread his hands, looking completely innocent.

"According to common sense in biology, and according to known medical logic..."

"That means... they're completely dead."

"Who would have thought..."

Walter glanced at Xing, who was sitting on the bed in a daze, his expression complicated.

"...Who would have thought that her body structure is completely unscientific!"

"If you ask me, this isn't my fault..."

"Alright."

Himeko rolled her eyes at Welt, clearly annoyed.

"I'll settle this score with you later."

Walter felt like he had been granted a pardon, so he quickly shut up and stood still.

……

"star."

Himeko walked to the bedside and sat down.

She reached out and gently grasped Xing's wrist.

"How are you feeling now?"

Himeko asked softly.

"Where do you feel unwell? Please tell us."

Xing heard the sound.

She turned her head, somewhat bewildered.

then

He pointed to the gauze over his eyes.

He waved his hand in front of him again.

He made a "cannot see" gesture.

"Zzz... (Black.)"

Everyone was taken aback.

However, upon seeing Xing's freely moving left hand, she instantly understood.

It's okay, you'll recover.

March 7th, go forward.

He grabbed Xing's hand, which was still groping around.

Hold on tight.

"It's okay!"

March 7th said loudly, her voice filled with a sense of recklessness, and she patted her chest forcefully (though there wasn't much to it).

"If you can't see it, you can't see it!"

"It's not a big deal!"

"Starting today..."

"I am your eyes!"

"Wherever you want to go, I'll take you!"

"What do you want to see? I'll read it to you!"

On March 7th, we made a solemn vow.

"I'll show you the way! I'll give you directions!"

"I am yours... yours..."

She paused for a moment, seemingly searching for the right words.

"...Guide dogs!"

"..."

The entire room fell silent.

Dan Heng rubbed his forehead.

Walter's lips twitched.

Himeko couldn't help but chuckle.

All I can say is that it truly lives up to its name, March 7th.

Just then.

"Make way, please! Make way, please!"

Doorway.

A heavy, groaning dragging sound came from behind.

Everyone turned around.

All I saw was Train Conductor Pam.

That small, furry figure.

At this moment, she was facing away from her back, her two little hands gripping a rope tightly.

With great effort.

Difficult.

Dragging one...

It was twice its own size, black, and had a pungent odor.

Heavy industrial oil drums.

They are slowly moving into the room.

"Huff... huff..."

Pam was exhausted and covered in sweat; her big ears drooped down.

But its face was filled with the excitement of wanting credit.

"Star Passengers!!"

Pam dragged the oil drum to the bedside and slammed it down with a thud.

"Pam heard it from the March passengers!"

"Star Passengers now...only drink this!"

Pam wiped his sweat and pointed at the oil drum with a serious expression.

"Pam went to the fuel tank specifically..."

"Taken from the spare engine..."

"Highest purity! Highest grade... heavy oil paraffin!!"

"This bucket...it's potent!!"

"Not enough? There's more! The train is fully stocked!!"

"..."

A strong, pungent smell of oil, reminiscent of industrial waste, instantly filled the entire room.

Himeko covered her nose.

Walter felt a churning in his stomach.

Dan Heng silently took a step back.

This taste... is too strong.

But Xing's eyes lit up.

This is...

The taste of home!