Why it never ends

Chapter 174
Schmidt turned his head to look at the empty square outside the window, and suddenly felt a lot of resentment in his heart—he has lived in Tanyi for so long, and this place has almost become his second hometown.He has also left here many times, but never has he fled in such a haste like now.

This thought made him clenched his fists for a moment.

Avinash was only puzzled for a moment, and soon realized that the old man was dealing with his fears - as long as all fears were transformed into anger, and then into contempt and indifference, one could regain strength, even if it was just a moment kind of illusion.

But as long as he can really restore his calm, it's okay to create an illusion.

"I don't need a priest anymore." Schmidt said suddenly, "It's not safe to have a priest."

"Okay." Avinash nodded, "That would be great."

From the waiting room to the lobby, they had encountered more than thirty groups of masked "old police inspectors" along the way.All the "Old Inspectors" and "Avinash" wore the same clothes and masks.

A total of eight trains will depart tonight. Schmidt has found countless substitutes for himself. From today onwards, three days later, a different "Schmidt" will get on the train from Tan Yi every day. The avatars will each occupy a compartment and start a long journey with the train.

He personally took care of this matter from the beginning to the end. He summoned his most proud old department and completed the arrangement with extremely high efficiency and extremely secretive means.

The "assassin" would never know which car he would choose, because he hadn't made a final decision himself until this afternoon.

The first four batches of "Schmidts" have already set off, and all trains are running well.In a few hours, the first batch of "Schmidts" will arrive in the core city - of course they will not get off the train, but will stay in the carriage and follow the train back directly.

"When is the next bus?"

"In 27 minutes," Avinash replied, "the car body is still being eliminated, and it is estimated that we will be able to get on the car in another quarter of an hour."

Schmidt put his hands in his coat pockets, closed his eyes in silence, and slowly went through the next few possibilities in his mind.

He held a small bottle of sleeping pills in his left hand, which he took out of his travel bag on the way to the station—he will arrive in the core city at dawn tomorrow. From the moment he crossed the border of the core city, he was completely safe.

He will lie down on a clean and warm bed, at that moment, he will take the medicine with peace of mind, and sleep the most solid sleep in the past half month.

This is the best result.

If this vision cannot be realized, he has also prepared a countermeasure: he is holding a pistol tightly in his right hand at this moment.

The safety of the gun was on, and there were a total of 21 bullets in it, and there was no spare magazine.If he did face off with the "Assassin", he would at least take one shot at the despicable opponent.

Of course, the last bullet in the magazine was his own.

Both deaths are decent, but Schmidt is also prepared for the worst - the cuffs of his coat sleeves, the cuffs of his inside suit and shirt, the collar of his shirt and the entire tie are covered in potassium cyanide. soaked in the solution.

Maybe he can't escape, maybe the opponent will be so strong that he can't make a move at all, but he will never give the murderer a chance to torture himself.

Thinking of the murderer's expression when he only got one dead body after a busy night, Schmidt couldn't help but let out a smirk, as if he had given the murderer a humiliation and earned back some dignity.

This laughter made Avinash look at Schmidt again, looking at Schmidt's inexplicably confident face, he realized that the old man's self-deception trick was good.

At this moment Avinash has entered bullet time and is waiting for tonight's changes.

There are many things he didn't tell Schmidt, for example: Although the old man arranged his most commonly used perfume for every substitute here, for the mercury needle after bullet time, the smell of the old inspector can still be easily identified.

The complicated tricks that the old man worked so hard to conjure up are just like the tricks a three or four-year-old child would use when playing hide-and-seek—you watch him hide his head under the sofa cushion, thinking that others will never find you, but he His whole body was exposed like this, but he himself didn't know anything about it.

However, for Avinash, if the "Assassin" really comes tonight, his most important goal is not to protect the safety of Schmidt himself, but to leave a moving image of the murderer.

He is convinced that this is the real weakness of the murderer, as long as he gets it, the true identity of the murderer will be exposed.

As for how to fight against it, the heavy responsibility will still be handed over to AHgAs - he will try his best to ensure Schmidt's safety before Victoria's team arrives.

Everything has a price. Right now, being a "bait" is Schmidt's greatest value in this case. If something goes wrong, it can only be said to be a small regret in a big game... he I believe that both AHgAs and the coalition government should agree with this.

The two men just sat in adjacent seats, each harboring unknown thoughts and plans.

Around them, there are many people dressed in the same clothes, sitting and resting in similar postures.

This large number of repetitions made everyone feel that the scene in front of them was a bit unreal.Compared with real life, it is more like a shoddy animation movie - to save trouble, there are only the same two people in a large movie background, and they are copied and pasted continuously to form a waiting hall full of people.

The clock pointed to 1:25, and the temporary buzzer set up on the platform issued a clear reminder sound. The fifth batch of "Schmidts" got up from their hungry seats one after another, and walked to their respective compartments in a line.

Schmidt was also among them, but he only took a few steps forward when Avinash pressed his shoulder from behind.

Schmidt turned his head and saw Avinash looking up at the steel structure vault above the station.

Schmidt looked up too.

The carbon-black steel skeleton is like a row of whale spines, running from north to south, and covered with a whole piece of lightweight glass that is more than 300 meters long.During the day, they ensure the lighting inside the station; at night, they become mirrors with a distorted effect, reflecting the entire station in general.

"what happened?"

Avinash frowned and made a quiet gesture.

He faintly felt as if he heard a slight sound.

Some dust and rust accumulated on the steel frame were rustling and falling. Before people could feel fear, they just raised their heads strangely, trying to find the reason.

And Avinash had already seen the black figure—it spread its arms, and it was skimming over the station.

(End of this chapter)