Steel steam and flame

The spirit began to dissipate out of the body, and there was something in the mud that was attracting them. His consciousness went blank, and his thoughts were completely cut off when the mud submerged Cassia. He couldn't think about anything. It was as if his body and head were undergoing violent operations at the same time. At this moment, it was like a machine that had lost power, stopping here.

I don't know how long it took before Cassia felt someone calling him and someone shaking his body with great force, almost like a push.

There was also a feeling of a smooth hand on his face, which was very cold. It was a small palm that gently touched Cassia's face.

"Mr. Cassia! Mr. Cassia!" This seemed to be Julien's voice. As he pushed harder and harder, the cold touch on his face slid from the cheek to the top of the bridge of his nose, and then gently touched Cassia. Sia's eyes.

It was only then that Cassia's confused consciousness finally became clearer, and the power on her eyelids was the first to return. He tried hard to mobilize his strength. Even though he had a severe headache, he still wanted to see the world covered by his eyelids.

So when the eyes opened, the dazzling sunlight shone in from the car window and completely entered Cassia's eyes. With a strong burning sensation, Cassia wanted to open his cross pupils immediately, but the instinct in his body made him subconsciously stop such an idea. It wasn't because Julien and Taranto were around, he didn't have the mental energy to consider these things at this time. It was just a physical instinct that originated from nowhere, making him feel that it was absolutely inappropriate to do that, and that something beyond his control might happen.

The pupils contracted tightly afterwards, and a brief dazzling white light appeared in the eyes. Then the respiratory system seemed to return to normal, like a drowning person who was rescued at the last moment. His mouth opened and he began to suck in the surroundings greedily. What fresh air.

At this time, Cassia finally fully regained consciousness. The sound of the train speeding along the track could shake his eardrums normally, and the shouts of Julien and Taranto could also reach Cassia's ears, and he accepted the sound of the train. Brain processing.

The touch of the small palms on the bridge of the nose was still there, but the owner of those small hands was no longer in Cassia's eyes. There was sweat on my forehead and body, and the short-sleeved clothes I wore in summer were also soaked. The uncomfortable feeling attached to the body was then transformed into electrical signals and fed back to Cassia, whose face was as pale as wax.

The nauseating feeling in her stomach was quickly suppressed by Cassia, and her breathing gradually returned to steady. The heart rate is also returning to normal. He buried his head to prevent the sun from shining into his eyes, and Taranto on the side quickly closed the thick curtains.

Taking the tissue handed over by Yu Lian, Cassia wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her breathing was still a little short, but it was much better than the previous state.

Julien and Taranto did not speak now, but silently watched Cassia wiping sweat with his head buried in his head, waiting for his condition to recover.

"What happened?" Cassia finally raised her head, her face began to turn a little rosy, "You know what I'm talking about."

He glanced outside the window and judged from the intensity of the light that it was about ten o'clock in the morning. She actually fell asleep for so long. Cassia clenched her fists. Every inch of the muscles in her body were relaxed and could not be tightened. There was no strength at all. At this moment, the golden shadow appeared in his head again. It seemed to be something. He felt it was very important, but now he couldn't remember it at all.

"We don't know the specific situation. Maybe you had a nightmare, Mr. Cassia?" Julien said tentatively, "When we woke up in the morning, Mr. Cassia, your condition was still good. Your breathing was steady, your face looked Ruddy. But I don’t know why. After maybe more than an hour, I noticed that you were sweating a lot. I thought it was because the temperature was high, so I adjusted the wind force on the air circulation system, but it didn’t seem to have any effect. Later. I saw that your chest was rising and falling rapidly, but your breathing was becoming more and more steady, even close to being nonexistent, so we tried to wake you up."

"But Mr. Cassia, your sleep was so terrible, almost morbid. It seemed like you had some acute illness. You kept sweating coldly and couldn't wake up. So we called the flight attendant doctor on the train. Then with the help of several other passengers, they rubbed your head and poured cold water on your face, etc., and finally woke you up." Taranto added on the side, Julien talked too much and was a little out of breath. look like.

"Mr. Cassia, seeing as your body is so strong, this kind of thing shouldn't happen." Julien asked with some concern. Although he was in a hurry, even his body could fully bear it. Cassia around her is unlikely to have any health problems.

Shaking her head, Cassia continued to rub her temples, feeling that her strength was recovering a little bit, "Maybe I'm not used to it. I was nervous. I fell asleep and had a nightmare." I didn't want to talk about this issue anymore, Cassia After saying this, I felt that my physical strength was very weak.

Then the space around Cassia fell into silence, and there was also a groggy atmosphere inside the train. Whispers occasionally came out, but only around noon when passengers were buying food.

The food on the train is much better than the food on the small airship. It tastes very good. Cassia's stomach was empty, and the aroma penetrated into his body, but it didn't let him take more bites. The feeling of vomiting that she didn't know came from always existed, and there was a taste of various seasonings in her mouth, but Cassia just felt like chewing sand. So after taking a few mouthfuls, I put down my knife and fork, and finished the juice that was given to me, because it didn't need to stay in my mouth for too long and slid down my throat.

"I'll go walk around in the other carriages and help me clean up when the dinner plates are put back." Cassia said to Julien who was eating deliciously. When he stood up, the bones in his body crackled, as if he had experienced some strenuous exercise.

"Go, go. Mr. Cassia, adjust yourself. You still have to direct our mission." Julien nodded and said hesitantly that the food here was to his liking.

The train was filled with the aroma of food. Cassia looked at the front of the train, thought about it, then turned and walked toward the back. The little girl yesterday was also eating lunch. Her little body sat upright, just like Cassia and others who were well-trained, it has become an instinct in life. But there are obvious differences between the two. The girl who is eating prefers to sit upright in terms of etiquette.

The girl's body is still developing, her face retains a childish look, and she is also a little thin. She is not exactly beautiful, but she has a cute appearance for this age group. The windbreaker is semi-fitting, and she wears a white dress underneath, and canvas shoes on her feet, which are the same pink as the socks. Holding a silver knife and fork in his hand, he lowered his head and ate the food on the plate bit by bit. A few strands of hair fell down and were very long.

The girl raised her head at this time and looked at Cassia who had just walked over. Her eyes were shining and she wanted to call Cassia, but the words were not spoken after all.

Cassia had already walked away and came to the intersection with the next car, where there was a place for passengers to breathe. Several people were smoking there.