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Chapter 91: Subway Station 13 (ten)
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After Luo resolved the unexpected harassment, Xiao Lan withdrew his attention and reached out the door of the shoppingmode control room in front of him.
When the flashlight entered the room, Xiao Lan almost thought he was facing nothingness.
The entire shoppingmode control room was dark from the ceiling to the wall, and there was hardly anything to reflect. He reached out and touched the wall next to the door, and touched the black and gray in one hand.
"This black ash is..." Xiao Lan twisted her fingertips. This familiar touch is the kind of black ash that was previously found on the train schedule with the bulletin board behind the poster.
"I have seen it before, not only the posters and timetables, but also the same black and gray on the cleaning clothes." Luo confirmed his guess.
Xiao Lan scanned the surroundings with a flashlight, and the entire shoppingmode control room was covered with such black dust.
It's just like-burnt by fire.
At this time, Xiao Lan remembered the newspaper clippings he had seen on the train before: "There was an explosion on a subway platform in this city. Three explosions occurred within 15 minutes, and the accident caused a fire."
Is this probably the case after the fire caused by the accident?
He still wondered if the news on both the platform and the train was false. In fact, there were no accidents at all, but they were just wondering. As a result, we now see this shoppingmode control room that is hidden and full of burning traces.
Does this mean that the newspaper clipping on the subway is true?
Xiao Lan walked toward the room. The floor of the shoppingmode control room was also covered with a thick layer of ash, which was also mixed with a lot of residues that had been carbonized or melted. The indoor air that had been closed for too long was very dirty, with a little Burnt smell that does not disperse throughout the year.
Luo fixed the gate at the back, on the one hand, in order to let the air circulate, to avoid the injury of the human master who is still very fragile despite his strength, on the one hand, to prevent the crisis of closing the door suddenly.
Not far away, Xiao Lan found a row of computer-like wreckage. Although it had been smoked to dark, it was not burned too cleanly, and it still retained a little of its original appearance.
Under the reflection of the flashlight, he found that the monitors of these computers were very thin, at least LCD, and the computers in the 1990s were the same thick and bulky crt monitors as before.
Xiao Lan looked at the monitors: "These are obviously not things from the nineties."
There are even some burnt black squares on the ground, suspected to be smartphones.
"Sir, there is something here." On the other side, the debris in the corner also found a black and gray thing.
After wiping a little, Luo handed that thing to Xiao Lan.
They found that it was a souvenir of a station opening ceremony. Although it was burnt and melted away, the handwriting above is still there. The date shows that the station was opened in the 1990s, but this souvenir was also recently made.
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